Chapter 139: The Producer’s Toy -4

Cade’s heart was pounding in his chest.

He could feel every eye in the room on them. He could feel the exact distance between their lips.

Jasper’s free hand came up and rested lightly against the side of Cade’s neck, his thumb brushing the edge of his jaw. The touch was very soft and intimate.

The fans lost their minds. There were shoutings from all directions.

Someone yelled for a real kiss. The chant started almost immediately.

Kiss!! Kiss!! Kiss!!

Jasper’s eyes flicked to Cade’s, asking without words. Cade gave the tiniest nod in agreement. He told himself it was something he needed to do to get the Internet talking about their new series. For the fans. For their ship. For the role he had fought to get.

Jasper closed the last inch and kissed him.

It was not a stage peck. It was a slow deliberate full on mouth kiss.

Jasper’s mouth moved against his with real pressure. Cade’s free hand came up and gripped the front of Jasper’s shirt without meaning to.

The kiss lasted longer than it should have. When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing a little harder.

The crowd roared louder.

Cade’s lips felt sensitive. His pulse was loud in his ears. He kept the smile on his face while the host wrapped up the event, but his body was already reacting to what just happened.

Heat sat low in his stomach. He could still feel the shape of Jasper’s mouth.

Across the room, Rylan stood near the side exit. His face was blank. Only the tight line of his jaw gave anything away. His eyes never left Cade.

---

An hour later Cade was in Rylan’s private office on the lot. He entered and locked the door behind him with a soft click.

Rylan did not speak right away. He walked around the desk and stopped in front of Cade. The air between them felt heavier than usual.

"You enjoyed that kiss a little too much," Rylan said. His voice was quiet and controlled.

Cade’s throat worked. "It was fan service. If I’m going to sell our pair to the fans, I have to make it a little believable."

"You let him put his hand on your neck." Rylan’s eyes dropped to the exact spot. "You let him take his time. That’s too much of a fan service."

Cade’s pulse jumped. "I was selling the pairing. That’s what you wanted. That’s how we promote our series"

Rylan stepped closer. "I wanted chemistry on camera. Not you hard under the stage lights because another man had his mouth on yours."

Cade’s face heated. He had been half-hard by the end of the kiss. He had hoped no one noticed. Clearly someone had.

Rylan’s hand came up and rested against the side of Cade’s throat, exactly where Jasper’s hand had been.

His thumb pressed over the pulse point. The touch was firm and possessive.

"You belong to me," Rylan said. "In private. In public. Even when the cameras are rolling and the fans are screaming for more. You do not give him pieces of what is mine."

Cade’s breath shortened. "I didn’t..."

"You did." Rylan’s other hand settled on Cade’s hip and pulled him forward until their bodies pressed against each other.

Cade could feel h hard Rylan already was. The contact made his own cock twitch against the fabric of his pants.

Rylan’s voice dropped lower. "Tonight you’re going to remember who you answer to."

He guided Cade to the couch against the far wall and sat him down. Then he stood over him and unbuckled his own belt with slow, deliberate movements.

Cade watched every second of it. His mouth went dry. Heat pooled between his legs.

"Open your mouth," Rylan said.

Cade did. Rylan fed his cock into Cade’s mouth with the same controlled pace he always used when he was angry.

Not rough. Not gentle either. Somewhere in-between.

Cade’s eyes fluttered shut as he focused on the weight, the heat, the way Rylan’s hand rested heavy on the back of his head without pushing.

Rylan kept him there for a long time. He let Cade work him with his tongue and throat until saliva ran down Cade’s chin and his jaw started to ache.

Every time Cade tried to take more, Rylan eased him back.

Every time Cade’s hands reached for his own cock, Rylan caught his wrists and held them still.

"You don’t get to touch yourself or come yet," Rylan said quietly. "Not after letting another man kiss you like that in front of hundreds of people."

Cade made a broken sound around him. His own cock was painfully hard, trapped in his pants, leaking against the fabric.

His thighs trembled. The slow denial made every second sharper.

Rylan finally pulled out. He looked down at Cade’s flushed face, wet mouth, and dark eyes.

"Stand up and take everything off."

Cade obeyed. When he was bare, Rylan turned him around and bent him over the arm of the couch.

Cool air touched his skin. Then Rylan’s hands. Then the slick press of fingers working him open with the same careful patience that somehow felt more intense than force.

By the time Rylan pushed inside him, Cade was shaking. The stretch was deep and slow. Rylan held still once he was fully seated, one hand on the back of Cade’s neck, the other on his hip.

"This is mine," Rylan said against his ear. "Not the stage. Not the fans. Not Jasper. Mine."

He started to move. Deep and controlled.

Every thrust dragged against the place that made Cade’s vision blur. Cade’s cock hung heavy and untouched between his legs, dripping onto the floor.

He wanted to reach for it so badly his fingers curled against the couch cushions.

Rylan never let him. He fucked him with steady, relentless rhythm until Cade was panting open-mouthed and making soft, desperate sounds he could not stop.

When Cade’s body started to tighten, Rylan slowed almost to a stop and held him there on the edge.

"Please," Cade whispered.

"Not yet."

Rylan kept him like that for what felt like forever - pushing him close, pulling him back, never letting the pressure break.

Cade’s thighs burned. His cock ached. Sweat slid down his spine. The only sounds in the room were their breathing and the wet slide of Rylan moving inside him.

Finally Rylan reached around and wrapped a firm hand around Cade’s cock.

Three hard strokes were all it took. Cade came with a broken cry, spilling over Rylan’s fist and the side of the couch.

His body clenched hard around Rylan, and that pulled Rylan over with him.

Rylan buried himself deep and came with a low, rough sound against Cade’s neck.

They stayed locked together while their heart rates slowed.

Rylan’s hand stroked once down Cade’s side, almost gentle now.

"Next time the fans ask for more," he said quietly, "you remember this. You remember who gets to touch you when the lights go down."

Cade’s voice was hoarse. "I will."

Rylan then pressed a slow kiss to the back of his shoulder.

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The morning after the fan event, Cade walked onto the set with a slight ache still sitting low in his body.

Every step reminded him of the night before. Of Rylan’s voice in his ear. Of the way he had been held on the edge until he broke.

He kept his face neutral. No one needed to see any of it.

Jasper was already there, with script in his hands, leaning against a piece of the set.

When he spotted Cade he smiled like the stage kiss had never happened.

"Morning," Jasper said. "You sleep okay?"

Cade nodded. "Well enough."

They ran lines together while the crew set up lights. The scene was quiet - two men sitting on a rooftop at night, talking about everything except what they actually felt.

Jasper listened the way he always did, with his whole body turned toward Cade.

When it was his turn to speak, his voice dropped into that soft, intimate register that made the words feel private even under the bright lights.

Cade answered without thinking too hard. The rhythm between them settled fast. Too fast.

Their knees touched once when they shifted. Neither of them moved away.

Jasper’s eyes stayed on his face a second longer than the script called for. Cade felt the look land somewhere under his ribs.

Across the set, Rylan stood with the director. He was reviewing the shot list on his tablet, but his eyes kept drifting toward the two of them. Cade felt the weight of that gaze even when he wasn’t looking.

After the take, Jasper bumped his shoulder lightly against Cade’s.

"We’re good together," he said, quiet enough that only Cade could hear. "It doesn’t feel like work."

Cade’s pulse gave a small, traitorous jump. "Yeah. It doesn’t."

He told himself it was just the roles. Just chemistry that photographed well. Nothing more.