(Smut, based off of a new anime that I’m watching called Dakaretai Otoko but not entirely)

Keith’s POV

After another successful day of shooting, the cast was going out for drinks. Unfortunately, as much as I wanted to, the next scene of ‘Mid-Afternoon Star’ has a lot of tough lines for me. Being an actor and playing a Doctor is difficult, but not for someone like me. After doing this my whole life, you could say that I’m a natural. The bus would be leaving to drive me home shortly, and considering that the rest of the crew is out in the town, I should be the only one on. That was until, he showed up.

“Keith! Can I sit next to you?”

Lance McClain, the one who stole the lead of the movie from me. Years ago, Lance McCain was a supporting character in a movie that I was the lead in. I gave him tips, trying my best to just help him out, and how does he repay me? By stealing the spotlight from me.

“Have you studied the lines for our next scene yet?” Lance asked.

I shoved my face into the script. He didn’t wait for me to tell him that the seat was open before he sat right down.

“Almost.”

As long as I keep my answers to his questions short, maybe he’ll get the hint that I’m not interested in a conversation at the moment. I stopped breathing, feeling something touching my legs. I looked down to see a dark green blanket being draped over my lap. I looked up slightly to see that Lance had placed it there.

“What about you?” I asked, so much for short answers.

“I’m fine, I’d rather you be warm anyway.”

Heat filled my cheeks a bit. This guy. Not only did he steal the lead role, but he keeps stealing my mind. I can never focus around him, especially when he gets like this.

“The rest of the team is out drinking, why aren’t you?” I asked.

I stayed locked onto the script as he spoke. The moment I give him the attention that he wants will be the moment that he… I mentally sighed, that was another thing that I needed to talk about.

“Well, I was, but then I heard that you weren’t coming.”

“It’s important for young actors like yourself to be social. And just because I’m here doesn’t mean that you have to be.”

"But I want to be here."

Oh shit, he’s getting closer. Ever since he first day of shooting Lance and I have gotten a bit... closer then most of the cast. I looked down at our laps and saw that there was no space between us. I scooted over closer to the window, only to have the space be covered again.

“You’re to close. Move over.”

“But there’s no one else on the bus. It’s just the two of us.”

“I said, mo-,”

I couldn’t finish my sentence. I snapped my eyes down to my lap that was covered by the blanket. Lance’s hand was underneath the soft fabric, and was palming me through by jeans. Damn this horny angle.

“H-Hey, what’re you doing?”

A whine went through the back of my throat and Lance laughed. I snapped my head towards him. He had a smile on his face, the bastard. He brought his free hand up to his mouth and shushed me.

“Now, now, Keithy, as long as you stay quiet we won’t get caught.”

“God damn it Lance, the bus driver is right there!”

He didn’t respond and continued to touch me. His hand moved to undo the button and zipper and I closed my legs. Lance grunted and use his own leg to move mine apart.

“Don’t close your legs, I can’t touch you when you do that.”

I grunted, “I don’t want you to touch me.”

“Oh?” Lance had on a smirk that I didn’t like, “well maybe I’ll move over here.”

His hand stayed on my crotch while the other was placed on my ass. I could feel his fingers slipping into my jeans and underwear. I straightened my back and began to shake. His fingers were cold, yet they felt really good.

“There, you’re starting to loosen up.”

Lance’s hands stopped moving all to together. My hands shot up to my mouth as I tried to stay quiet. I felt tears welling up in my eyes as Lance moved closer.

“Y-You’re such a perv. How could you be doing this in a local bus?”

I heard a grunt come from the bus driver. He started complaining about a three car pile up and traffic jams. I took in a breath. I stopped shaking, I stopped moving, I stopped breathing. The driver was turning around in his seat.

As quickly as I could, I dove straight into Lance’s chest. I gripped onto his shirt and felt his hands moving again. Was he trying to get us caught?

“Well, is Mr. Kogane asleep?”

It was the bus driver. So he doesn’t see anything.

“Ha, ha, yep!”

How is Lance so positive right now? Is he not even phased to have his hands on me?

“Well, I’m sorry to say that the trips going to be a little longer than usual.”

“That’s fine, as long as you can get us home!”

Lance’s hand was removed from my crotch and slid up my body. I heard the shifting of the bus driver's chair and the bus starting to move a little bit. I faintly heard Lance call my name so I looked up. He had a hand on my chin which forced me to look up more and he pulled me up.

Our lips connected and so did our tongues. I knew better than to try and fight for dominance, he always won. We pulled apart for a moment and dove back in. I felt like I was being sucked in again, just like the first day we did… that. I felt like everytime we’re together, it gets harder and harder for me to focus on my work.

“S-Stop, please.”

I tightened my grip on Lance’s shirt, pushing myself away from his lips but still staying close. I saw the smile grow on Lance’s lips, the way that they drew upwards like he won something. This guy.

“Do you really want me to stop?”

My heart was the thing to stop. Hearing him say that he was going to remove his hands, remove himself, from me. He was going to leave, and that was something that I couldn’t allow.

I sucked in a breath and pressed our lips together again. Almost immediately Lance kissed me back. My mind went fuzzy again. It always did that whenever Lance did this to me. It got lost in his eyes, in his hair, in his everything. Whether he smiled, or laughed, or even breathed in my direction, my mind got lost and froze. When it came back, I was always in the same position.

Just like the one I’m in right now. Lance had crawled on top of me and had his hand away from my ass but a hand back on my crotch. God it felt so good to have his hands on me. With his lips on mine it was a lot easier for me to hide my moans. Unfortunately, we have to breath.

“Keith, do you feel good?”

My eyes were hooded over, my face felt like a million degrees, my breath seemed to be stolen by Lance. This guy. He always does this to me. The look on his face right now, the way that he seemed to want me. How much was he holding back?  

“Driver!” Lance called.

“Yeah?”

“Change of plans. Just take us to my place. Were going to run a few line together.”

When we entered his home, I stopped a few feet in. Lance didn’t move passed me but stood beside me. I raised my hand and started to punch his chest.

“I know, I know, you’re mad at me.”

I punched harder.

“I deserve every punch you give me. But you gotta understa-.”

I gave him a few more really hard punches, “Understand? Understand?! Do you know how reckless you were being? What if that bus driver turned around? What if someone from outside saw us? What if-.”

I couldn’t finish my sentence. Lance pinned me to the wall and pressed his lips onto mine. I might have been pissed at him, but god damn were his kisses magical. I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his neck. He lifted me up and began to carry me to the bed. Carefully, he laid me down and stayed on top of me, just like he did on the bus.

His hands were everywhere on my body, removing the clothing and his own. My back still hurts from last time, but I wanted him again. My body relaxed more and more as Lance’s hands touched me. The more his hands were on me the more my mind wanted him. It was funny really, after everything that has happened between the two of us.

He’s normally the one to say that he wants me, not the other way around. So I’ll be damned if Lance is going to get the satisfaction of me begging for him to take me. I felt my neck being tickled with Lance’s lips. I quickly shoved him away and looked him in the eyes.

Lance laughed, “I know, no marks.”

I squirmed under his touch. How is he able to do this to me. I’ve had hundreds of fans, some more obsessed than others. I’ve gotten use to them; but, how was this guy any different? How is he able to get into my head? How is he able to get me like this? Who does he think he is?

“L-Lance~.”

Lance was chuckling. It takes a lot for me to moan, the bastard. The feeling of him inside of me. I could feel him throbbing and shaking with pleasure. Pleasure that only I could give him. Pleasure that belonged to me. He might piss me off... OK, he pisses me off constantly, but he’s mine. If he went with someone else, had sex with anyone else...

“Agh~!”

Lance slammed into me harder after hearing the moan. I moaned again and again, the only way that I could beg for Lance to stay. If he were to sleep with other person, anyone other than me, I swear that person would be dead before they could lay their hands on my Lance again.

The next morning was like all of the others. Lance’s arms were wrapped around me safely. I felt so warm, so loved when his arms were like that, but all good things have to come to an end. By the time Lance got up I was dressed and ready to go to our next shoot.

“H-Hey, wait a minute!”

I sighed, “Lance, I have to go.”

I turned to him and he grabbed my shoulders. He kissed me, his tongue going straight into my mouth and exploring every nook and cranny. He pulled back slightly and smiled at me.

“A goodbye kiss. When we live together, there’ll be more of those.”

I blushed and looked down to the ground. There he goes again with that whole living together thing. It won’t be long before the movie is done, and after it is, we won’t be seeing each other again. That’s what happens when you fall in love with a fellow actor.

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