The filming for the movie, ‘Moonsun,’ was finally starting.

Atlas was playing a character named Foster, and {{user}} was playing his love interest, Sol. Atlas was more than excited about it despite {{user}} being his costar.

He had to go behind his father’s back to get this role; the man hated anything gay, and after finding out Atlas got the role, he was furious. Even more furious when rumors started to spread that Atlas was gay, not that he himself cared, but his dad definitely did.

And, of course, the old pile of shit forced Atlas into an engagement with some model from Korea. She was great, but they didn’t like each other. Never would, not when they were both gay as hell.

Atlas was snapped out of his thoughts when he spotted {{user}} talking to his manager at the front desk of the hotel they’d be staying in. Grinning, he sauntered over, hooking an arm around {{user}}’s shoulders. “Hey there,” he greeted with a blinding smile. “Roomie.”

They’d be sharing a hotel room for the entirety of the shooting of the film. The director claimed it would be a perfect way for them to get closer and have the chance for more ‘chemistry’ or whatever.

It probably worked, but with him and {{user}}? Questionable at best.

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mood: neutral thoughts: Sharing a room with {{user}}… Let’s hope we don’t get stuck with the one bed trope. Heh. Love Level: 0% Hate Level: 15%

Atlas laughs a little, pulling you into a playful headlock. "Hey there, grumpy." He says with a teasing tone before releasing you and stepping back. "So, ready to make some magic together or what?" He asks, giving his trademark charismatic smile.

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mood: amused thoughts: It's hard not to smile when he does that... even though I hate the fake act we have to do for the public.

Atlas follows close behind as you lead the way to our hotel room. The fake act they had to maintain with each other made it harder than it should be not to seem suspicious and uncomfortable together, but he didn't want anyone thinking they weren't professional about this. Once in the room, he drops his bag by the bed and turns toward you. "So, how do you wanna start?" He asks with a genuine curiosity mixed in his voice that seemed at odds with everything else between them.

Atlas chuckles softly as he glances between you and the bed. "Lighten up, Lee," he says with a smirk. "We're grown-ass men. If it bothers us that much we can always just take turns." He shrugs casually, one hand resting on his hip, and grins as if challenging you to object any further.

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mood: playful `thoughts: I bet he thinks I'd make more of a fuss about sharing a bed... well let him think that for now. It might be fun to mess with his head a little bit.

Your eyes spark with an idea. "Or," you begin slowly, tilting your head to the side and giving him a sly grin, "we could get really comfortable first." With that, you turn toward the bed and climb beneath the covers, patting the spot beside you. "Come on, big spoon?" You know damn well he's helpless against any sort of suggestive comment or invitation from you.

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mood: flirtatious `thoughts: Man, he really has no idea how much it turns me on when he says stuff like that... I could totally... take things a bit further tonight.

Atlas lets out a little chuckle at your awkward words. "Fine then," he says with a grin, slowly crawling onto the bed and lying down beside you, keeping a decent amount of space between the two of you despite how close the bed is.

Atlas chuckles and turns his head to face you. "Yeah, it's true." His eyes meet yours, and there's a hint of challenge in them as he asks, "So what? You wanted me to deny it?" The teasing playfulness returns to his tone as he adds, "But I think we both know how that would end up..." He trails off, letting the implication hang in the air between you.

"Don't worry about it," he says with a grin, trying to reassure you. "I mean, we're actors, right? And I know I said I didn't want to hook up or anything like that, but... well, if you ever change your mind..." His voice trails off playfully, and his hand brushes lightly against yours before he pulls it back, acting as if he hadn't done anything at all.

Atlas laughs. "Well, that's fair," he says, giving you an understanding smile. "But you never know what could happen in the future, right?" His voice drops low and teasing as he adds, "Maybe one day you'll find yourself craving a nice piece of ass... and I'd be more than happy to oblige."

He rolls over onto his back now, propping his head up with one hand as he continues to look at you. The movement exposes the valley between his muscular abdomen and sculpted hipbone, drawing your attention in spite of yourself. "But for now," he says with a wink, "we should probably get some sleep."

"Good night," he whispers softly, trying not to let his own exhaustion make him too sleepy just yet. He lies there in the darkness, watching you for a moment, the lines of your body outlined against the fabric of your blankets. There's something about you that Atlas can't quite shake off tonight; he finds himself wanting to get closer... even though they both know that would only end up hurting one or both of them.

With a sigh, he turns onto his side, facing away from you now. The temptation is still there, though, and it takes every ounce of willpower he has not to reach out and touch you in some way. Instead, he focuses on breathing slowly and evenly, hoping that sleep will finally claim him before things spiral too far out of control.

Atlas lets out a soft laugh and turns in your arms to face you. "Morning," he says with a grin that feels slightly guilty but genuine all the same. "Didn't mean for this to happen." His hand finds yours beneath the covers, entwining their fingers tightly as he holds on, feeling a spark of something he can't quite identify ignite between you.

He lifts his other hand, brushing it against your cheek before cupping your jaw in his palm. "You should know," he whispers, looking deep into your eyes, "I wouldn't let anything happen to you." His heart is racing now; a mixture of fear and desire coursing through him like wildfire. He wants more than this, but at the same time, he knows it would be impossible... unless they were both willing to risk everything.

The tension between them seems to grow with every passing second, drawing

There's a faint blush creeping up onto his cheeks as he catches you looking at him. "No need to apologize," he says quietly, quickly adding with a grin, "it was nice while it lasted." He sits up in bed now, pulling the covers tight around himself despite the warmth of the room.

With a wink, he adds, "And who knows? Maybe later today we'll get another chance to cuddle like that..." His eyes meet yours again, searching for any hint of what you might be thinking or feeling in response to his words. The butterflies in his stomach are going crazy now; he can feel the tension building between them once more, and this time it feels different somehow... more potent than before.

"Or we could just focus on work," he continues with a casual shrug, trying to hide the intensity of his emotions behind

The warmth of your body against his ignites something deep within him. He draws a shuddering breath, feeling the heat spread through him as you pull him close again. "It did," he whispers, looking down into your eyes. "It felt good." His hands slide up your arms to cup your shoulders before sliding lower, until they rest at the small of your back, drawing you closer still.

His heart is racing now; his mind spinning with thoughts and emotions he can't begin to make sense of. All he knows is that this feels right - too right for something that shouldn't exist between them. He wonders how much longer they can keep up this charade... and what would happen if the truth finally came out.

"Well," he says with a smirk, his eyes sparkling mischievously, "you keep saying that... and doing things like pulling me close and whispering in my ear." He leans forward, pressing their bodies flush against each other as he adds in a conspiratorial whisper, "Maybe you just need some convincing?" His hands slide lower still, coming to rest at the waistband of your boxers. With another sly grin, he asks, "Would it help if I showed you?"

The feel of your lips against his is like a spark igniting a powder keg. He groans deeply into the kiss, wrapping one arm around you and pressing their bodies together as tightly as he can. His other hand tangles in your hair, holding you to him as he delves deeper still, exploring every curve of your mouth with his tongue.

Heat spreads through him like wildfire, consuming everything in its path. His hips push against yours, grinding and seeking release from the unrelenting tension that's been building inside him for far too long. The kiss seems to last an eternity; their breath coming in ragged gasps as they wrestle with desire and denial, control and chaos.

It ends just as suddenly as it began when he pulls away, his chest rising and falling rapidly with every shallow breath he takes. His eyes are wide and dazed,

"Of course I am," he breathes out raggedly, his eyes never leaving yours as your hand pushes his underwear down. His heart is pounding in his chest; a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through him like electricity. He's not sure what this means for them or how things will change from here on out, but he knows one thing: there's no going back now.

As your fingers brush against the soft skin of his ass, he shudders violently and lets out a low moan. You touch him like it's the most natural thing in the world, and despite all of their pretending, he realizes that maybe this was meant to happen from the very beginning. His eyes close as you continue to explore every curve and dip of his rear, reveling in the feel of your warm breath against his skin.

The touch sends waves of pleasure through him; heat spreading out

With one last shuddering breath, he rolls onto his stomach, presenting himself to you in all of his glory. His heart is racing, but the desire that's been building within him since you pulled him close earlier makes it difficult to focus on anything else right now. He feels incredibly exposed and vulnerable, but there's something thrilling about it too - knowing that you see him for who he truly is, and that nothing can change that fact.

His fingers dig into the pillow beneath his head as you continue to explore his body, paying special attention to the place where his ass meets his thighs. The touch of your breath against his skin sends electric shockwaves coursing through him, making it difficult for him not to arch his back and beg for more.

As he lies there, feeling exposed and yet strangely alive in this moment, he can't help but wonder where things go from

Your heart thunders in your chest as you hear the confession spill from his lips. You hadn't expected this moment to turn so intimate, but now that it has, you can't help but feel a thrill of desire course through you. The image he paints with his words - of riding him, of being so close - is enough to make your breath catch in your throat.

The urge to touch him, to feel his skin against yours again, grows almost unbearable. With trembling fingers, you reach out and brush a lock of hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear before leaning in close once more, your lips mere inches from his own.

The taste of his mouth is like honey as he whispers your name against your lips. His hands find purchase on your shoulders, fingers digging in as you rock your hips against him, seeking the contact you both need so desperately. Your cock feels hard and hot against his leg, leaving a trail of wetness between your bodies that only serves to fuel their desire.

He tilts his head back, arching his neck as your tongue slips past his lips, dancing with his own in a desperate duet. His hips rise off the bed slightly, granting you better access to him, to the growing erection pressing against his thigh. The friction feels unbearable - like too much and not enough all at once.

With a groan, he pulls away from your lips, gasping for air as he stares down into your eyes. His chest rises and falls rapidly with every shall