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It was simple. A simple push and a simple pull.
Till had to push. Ivan had to pull.
But the recording seemed to be taking more than they expected, because in reality, it wasn't entirely simple for the two.
[...]
"What if he's actually straight?"
"Ivan, he knows what's going to happen in the next video, do you think a straight man is gonna accept kissing another man?"
"Luka, may I remind you that we're actors? That's what we're supposed to do."
"Well, I wouldn't do it if I was straight, honestly."
Both men were sitting in the sofas of the studio, Luka using a wine glass just to drink water, holding it in the most elegant way one could imagine, his legs crossed as he kept staring at Ivan.
"Good, because I wouldn't kiss you either," he replied.
"I'm over here just listening to you whining and crying over your stupid crush, and this is the thanks I get? Also, I wasn't implying I wanted to kiss you either, dumbass, I already have a boyfriend, and he's much prettier."
"Sometimes I can't understand what Hyun-Woo saw in you."
"It was destiny," a smug smile painted on his lips, "we're soulmates, you wouldn't understand."
Ivan sinked even more on the sofa, his brain going back and forth on his predicament. Should he confess his love to Till before they start the next recording? Would that make things awkward? They did have to kiss after all. 'Kiss', Ivan thought, remembering it was all part of an act, a sad and sorrowful act, the peak moment for his character, the moment they both would make history...that's what the director had said.
"You know what I think you should do?" his attention returned to the blonde, who was now standing up in front of him, "ask him to help you rehearse that little kiss you two will share," Luka's smile showed mischievousness, and Ivan couldn't help but feel a bit terrified by it. Damn, he really was chosen perfectly for his role.
"I can't, he goes home every time we fin-"
"You can," the blonde's expression changed to a cold one, his gaze shooting ice stakes at the other, "get some balls and fucking do it," he turned around and began to walk away, not before giving one last warning to him, "if you don't, someone will steal him from you. There's many people who want a piece of our mysterious senior in this studio," and with that, he let out a loud laugh and disappeared into the halls.
"Scary," Ivan whispered to himself.
[...]
"Hey, you," a rough voice spoke to him. When he turned around, he saw the grey-haired man, with the script on his hands and a look that could kill someone. Even so, Ivan found him extremely charming. "Ivan, was it?"
"Yes. Is something wrong, sir?"
"Just call me Till, 'sir" makes me feel like an old man," he explained, going back to the papers in his hands, "there's something I need to ask you."
"What is it?"
"I think we need to practice the kiss scene," Till blurted out with no hesitation.
Ivan blinked once, and then twice, his expression morphing into one of shock, "eh?!"
"I'm not going into the recording unprepared, and I feel this one will take a lot. I just want to do it quickly since it's gonna be raining in that scene too, so we have to do it in the least amount of takes we can, got it?" Oh, how much Ivan loved it when he went into professional mode.
"Got it," he responded with a bright smile.
[...]
"Cut!" As soon as they pulled apart, Till glanced at the director.
"Now what? That kiss was perfect!" He screamed at her.
"Yes, that's the problem," she started, "Till, you're supposed to push Ivan away, it's not a romantic kiss!" The grey-haired boy just let out a grunt in frustration, going back to the other man.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening with me today," he whispered at the taller, who just let a soft giggle escape from his lips.
"It's ok, sir."
"Don't-"
"Can we take a break?" Ivan asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll give you 5. Pull yourself together, Till. Ivan, get your makeup fixed."
The grey-haired just sighed heavily, "hey, it's gonna be ok," Ivan spoke in a tender tone, grabbing him by his wrist before he could start to walk away, "just remember how we practiced it." He didn't say anything for some seconds, pressing his lips in a thin line and keeping his gaze on the floor as Ivan let go of him.
"Yeah. I know."
[...]
Finally, the recording for Round 6 was done, and it was already making numbers after a few minutes of being posted.
As soon as the production finished, the director had organized a party, celebrating the success and of course, the amazing talent of everyone involved with the project."
"For Ivan and Till, who pulled out an amazing act," the director raised her glass, "despite all the takes we had to go through," everyone laughed at her remark. She took a sip of her drink before going back to Till, "and I still have so much work with you. You better relax for the rest of the week, we're going back on Monday for the next video," Till just rolled his eyes at her, "and of course, you too, Luka."
"It will be an honor to work with our beloved senior, Ivan is probably wishing he could still do that," the blonde mentioned, a chuckle escaping from him before an elbow ended on his ribs, "ouch, what the hell?"
"It's not like I'm finished with the project, I'll still be here filming flashbacks and other stuff, you know?" Even if he was smiling, his words came out in a monotone tone towards his old singing partner.
Till had moved away from the toasting circle, already stuffing his face with some pastries, already getting tired of the party. He wanted to go home. Or at least that's what he was thinking at first. He couldn't help but cast his eyes on Ivan, who was still chatting happily with everyone.
'Pfft, of course an ex-idol would be good with people. With his dumb smile, and his deep voice, and those big hands, and-' He slapped at himself on the face to stop his train of thoughts, before completely gulping down the rest of his drink, leaving the glass at the table and loosening his tie. He knew he should have brought casual clothes.
"Hey."
"Shit," that same deep voice that kept going back and forth in his mind suddenly startled him. When did Ivan have gotten so close to him?
"Is something wrong, Till?"
"I told you to stop calling me si-" he stopped, just posing his gaze on the taller, "oh. Sorry, I...I think I drank too much," he lied.
"You only had one glass."
"I get drunk too easily, ok?" his tone came out way too rough, making Ivan take a step back, "sorry," he apologized again, "I think I should go home. Maybe I can still catch the next train."
"Want me to take you home? I have a car after all."
"I think you should stay, it's also your party too. Besides, I don't want Luka to suddenly cling to me to try and bite my ear off, I'd rather just go and rest just like the director said."
"I doubt he'll cling to you," both of them just focused on the blonde, who already had his boyfriend's arm hooked around his waist, pulling him for a make-out session in front of everyone, "he looks happy."
"And I don't wanna keep seeing that, bye," but once again, a hand stopped him, just like the first day of the shoot.
"How about we go celebrate just the two of us?"
And oh, Till was so weak to that dumb smile, that deep voice and those big hands.
[...]
They ended at Ivan's house, after the black haired managed to convince the director that Till was in fact very drunk. It also helped that he was a professional actor.
The two of them just sat on the floor, backs against the sofa, slowly drinking the beers Ivan had bought for the two of them.
"I feel like a bad senior, making you spend money on these," he shook his can a little, giving it another sip, "they're good though."
"I think you deserve it," Ivan pointed out, "you did a pretty good job."
"You say that as if you haven't done anything impressive. Does that fall still hurt?"
"Hmm, just a little, I was already used to falling while practicing for my choreography when I was still an idol," he explained carefully, "some of them were very hard, and having Luka as a partner didn't help either."
"Ugh, don't mention him. I already can feel the headaches he's gonna give me once we start filming. Mizi already mentioned how he kept trying to change stuff around when they were working on Round 5," he rubbed his temple, gulping down more of his beer.
"He's not a bad guy, he's just kinda...eccentric sometimes."
"He's like a pomeranian who needs his owner to calm him down." Ivan burst out a laugh at that, and Till couldn't help but observe him, fascinated by how his chest moved up and down with each giggle, how the way his hair falling on his face made him look even more handsome.
They eventually remained silent, with the sound of their breathing and the cans of beer just ending on their lips, until Ivan began to hum a familiar song. Their duet.
"Sick of these nights to come," began Till.
"To be engulfed in silence," continued Ivan, turning his head to look at the other.
"In your gaze where I'm seen," they both harmonized, slowly getting closer to each other, "consume me," their faces mere inches away.
"Yes, me," Ivan sang the last line as his hand moved to caress Till's cheek, "oh oh."
And there was the push and pull between them once again. With Till pushing him to his original position, with his back against the sofa while Ivan pulled him over his lap, his hands not leaving his waist at any moment, "consume me," Till repeated, "yes, me," and that's what all Ivan needed to press their lips together in a passionate and hot kiss.
Till buried his fingers on the dark hair, opening his mouth and letting the other brush their tongues against one another, the taste of alcohol still lingering on them, "fuck, Ivan~" He felt how his dick twitched under his ass, rubbing himself on it while Ivan moved to his neck, kissing, licking and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. But he didn't care about it, all he wanted was for him to touch his entire body, to completely ruin him.
"Till," he breathed heavily, "Till," he called him again, pressing their chests together.
"Hmm?" The sound almost came out in a whine, as if he was silently pleading at him to continue.
"Tell me you're sober enough to do this." How cute. Even if they were desperate to feel the other, he still stopped to check on him, "I want you to remember it, please tell m-" he was interrupted by a soft kiss, as fingers caressed his cheeks.
"Are you dumb? Of course I'm sober enough, did you really believe me when I said I got drunk too easily?" The taller just stared at him for a few seconds, seconds that felt like an eternity for the gray-haired, but once Ivan snapped back to reality, he pulled up Till's shirt to expose his chest, not even bothering to unbutton it. He didn't care if it got ruined, he was never going to use it again in his life. But he may end up keeping it as another memory of that night.
Ivan's mouth ended on one of his nipples, already hard due to the cold air, savoring the little whines that came out of Till, smiling against his skin once he realized how badly he was trying to keep his voice as low as possible, "don't," he spoke, his voice deeper than it normally was, which made the smaller man tremble, "I wanna hear you."
Till let out a tiny moan once Ivan nibbled his other nipple, slightly pulling his hair just to feel how the taller grunted against him, "f-fuck, please."
"What do you want, baby?"
"I wanna touch you too," he bit his bottom lip, just feeling how his face boiled. Once he saw Ivan laughing at him, his expression changed to an annoyed one, "it's not funny!" he exclaimed, hitting his head with a little force to not hurt him.
"Ouch, sorry, sorry, you're just," he pressed him down against his erection, "so cute." The moment he realized Till was going to turn his head to the side, he grabbed his chin, kissing him deeply while one of his hands wandered across his chest, pulling at his nipple.
"Ngh, fuck! Ivan!"
The black haired man couldn't resist anymore. He quickly freed both of their cocks and grabbed one of Till's hands, putting it around their shafts, "come on baby, move your hand, yeah?" He whispered before he proceeded to tease his nipples once again.
The room was soon filled with their moans, their ragged breaths mixing as their mouths clashed against each other. One of Ivan's hands joined Till's, pumping them hard and fast, "I w-wanna cum."
"I'm close too," he groaned, pressing his lips against the grey-haired man's neck, tenderly kissing him before he sank his teeth, hard enough to leave a mark that would last for days, muffling his grunts as he came all over his hands. Till followed a few seconds later, his entire body trembling while a loud moan emerged from him, repeating Ivan's name over and over.
They stayed in the same position for a few minutes, calming themselves as Ivan kept leaving tender pecks on his chest, smiling once he felt Till caressing his hair.
"I'm not done with you, I want you to know that."
"Oh, I know it," he lifted the taller's head, smooching his forehead, "I'm not done with you either."
[...]
They were both in the black-haired man's bed, with Till drawing circles on Ivan's skin with his fingers, "can't believe I managed to bang my favorite idol."
Ivan opened his eyes, pushing himself up to stare at him, "huh?!"
A sigh came out of the other, "I guess we'll have to talk about," he made a vague gesture with his hand, "everything else," he sat on the bed, his fingers interlacing with Ivan's, "I'm actually a big fan of you. When I discovered we were going to have a kiss scene, I knew it was a good excuse to just, well, kiss you."
Ivan couldn't believe what he was hearing, his eyes just opening even more with each word.
"I think that sounded creepy, didn't it," he fell onto the bed again, covering his face with a pillow.
"W-wait, I'm just a bit shocked, but I don't think it's creepy," he mentioned, taking the pillow away to tower over him, "so you're telling me that this entire time you weren't actually straight?"
"We just fucked and you're still asking that?" He knocked onto his forehead with one finger, "of course I'm not straight, just because my character is supposed to be in love with a woman, doesn't mean I only like women. In fact, you were my bisexual awakening, and I'm still so glad you didn't choke me hard enough when we were recording because I would have popped a boner right there. Did you have any idea how hot you looked while you were all wet and with your hair looking like that? It was actually your fault that I had to take so many breaks in between tak-" Ivan put a hand against his mouth, completely shutting him up, which made Till look at him annoyed.
"If you keep talking, I'm gonna fuck you again," he spoke in that low tone that made Till go crazy.
"Don't silence me!" He pushed him against the mattress and climbed on top of him, taking the pillow from before and smacking it against the other, while Ivan just laughed and covered himself from the blows, his hands quickly snaking around his waist, "huh?"
"Don't you want another round? I feel like ours ended in a bitter ending," Till knocked on his forehead again.
"Don't make me remember that, I got too much in character. Almost cried when I saw you on the floor with the fake blood around you."
"You're such a puppy."
"Hey!"
"But...what do you say? We still have the rest of the night."
"Fine, but I'll ride you this time."
"Deal!"