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“Andrew. Is the angle okay?”
“A-OK.”
“Simone?”
“All good. Just— Xavier, remember to put your hand on Rafayel’s thigh so it won’t block his face.”
Xavier slowly slid to the end of the mattress and hugged his knees. “I see. Alright.”
“And that’s a cut!” Bentala, the assistant director, slapped the rolled schedule into her palm. Applause and cheers filled the set. The crew began setting down their equipment before joining the cast to surround Bentala for the final brief.
“Everyone, thank you so much for coming to today’s rehearsal! The fight choreo was great, Seiya and Homura’s love scene also went great, the blocking’s all good— oh, Greyson, Yvonne, and Tara— don’t forget to tell the cast about my notes,” said Bentala. Her smile remained bright even after hours of managing half of the production team. “ I’m happy to let Jenna know that we are ready for the shoot this weekend. Have a great day!”
After another round of applause and echoes of thank yous. Caleb, the head caterer, shouted that lunch was available at the set’s east corner. The production team dispersed, most heading to get food, others still tackling their equipment into its case.
Rafayel yawned and stretched his body, glad that the rehearsal ended faster than they’d estimated. He was thinking about how should he spend the rest of his day when Tara, the intimacy coordinator approached him.
“Well done for today! All that’s left is the shoot,” Tara said with hands on her hips. “How are we feeling?”
“Great,” Rafayel thought she was only talking to him until Xavier came to his side. Slinging one arm to Rafayel’s shoulder. “Super.”
“Listen, I know you’ve practiced hard. The entire team is really happy with your progress. However, I do have one teeny tiny note—uhm, how should I say this…”
Tara cleared her throat. “Bentala and I notice there’s still some tension during the rehearsal shoot. So, I just wanna check in if there’s something happened between you two. Maybe a fight, or—”
“No, not at all!” Rafayel glanced at Xavier, who looked just as surprised. “Did it look bad?”
“I wouldn’t say bad. It’s just— you know, tense. Like even your shoulders looked stiff.”
Rafayel bit the tip of his thumb. This was a problem they’d been having since the first rehearsal. Although he didn’t feel like it was tense at all. They’d gotten hold of the emotion for the scene, they’d memorized the timing— when to hug, when to stop kissing, when to shift their angle so they wouldn’t block the cameras—Rafayel truly thought the sequence felt smoother and more natural. But if Tara and Bentala said otherwise… that didn’t sound good.
Before he could come up with an answer, his co-star gently squeezed his shoulder.
“Sorry, we were just nervous. There’s a lot more people than the last rehearsal,” said Xavier. “The shoot is in two days so, it’s quite the pressure.”
Tara looked visibly relieved. “Listen, I totally get it. It’s your love scene debut, so it’s completely normal to feel nervous! But don’t worry, the shoot won’t be any too different than today’s rehearsal. And I’ll be right there to make sure you guys feel safe and comfortable through and through, okay?”
Rafayel could see now why Jenna insisted on hiring an intimacy coordinator for this season’s production. Thanks to Tara, with her easygoing personality and her knowledge, acting out a sex scene wasn’t as intimidating as it sounded. She just knew how to make actors feel at ease.
Well, at least for Rafayel, mostly at ease.
“…Raf?”
“Huh?’
Rafayel was too deep in his thoughts he didn’t notice Tara had left, or that Xavier was talking to him.
“I said today’s lunch is beef bowl or katsu sandwich,” Xavier repeated with a chuckle.
“Oh, hmm… I’m feeling sandwich.”
“Alright,” Xavier ruffled Rafayel’s hair. “I’ll meet you at your trailer.”
Tara said it was normal to be nervous. There was nothing to worry about.
Unfortunately, Rafayel was an obnoxiously perfectionist actor who was drowned in major impostor syndrome.
Of course that one little note haunted his mind.
He made a quick walk to his trailer, half desperate to get his phone so he could wait for Xavier without letting his anxiety grow. The second he opened his trailer’s door, he shrieked.
Rafayel couldn’t tell which one was more shocking— that the first thing he saw was his manager sucking the life out of their line producer’s face, or the fact they made it look like he was the one who ruined the moment.
“One should learn how to knock, Mr Rafayel.”
“This is my trailer???”
Sylus smirked. Rafayel dramatically gasped when the man had the nerve to turn to Zayne again and give him the final peck. “I’ll pick you up at 8, sweetie.”
On the other hand, his manager’s face was beetroot red, “Okay.”
With that, Sylus grabbed his coat. Still wearing that signature expression of his (punchable-but-try-if-you-dare, as Rafayel would call it) as he gave Rafayel a nod before leaving the trailer.
Zayne looked terribly embarrassed.
“Not. A single. Word.”
Rafayel shrugged, “Fine.” he held out his hand. Zayne grumbled. Took some cash out of his pocket and placed it on his palm.
Honestly, Rafayel didn’t care about whether or not Sylus was a great kisser. He made that bet just so his dear manager finally had the courage to make a move. They’d been verbally edging each other for months it gave Rafayel a headache. Plus, it was fun to see Zayne looking all flustered like that.
Though he wished the timing was slightly better.
Zayne grabbed two bottles of electrolyte drinks from the mini fridge, gave Rafayel one before opening his own. “They agreed to reschedule the interview, so congrats for your day off tomorrow.”
“Oh, thank god,” Rafayel threw himself to the couch. Gulping down half the bottle, as he just realized how parched he was. “You’re a savior, Mr Li. Thank you so much.”
He watched Zayne taking a seat next to him. Crossing his legs while typing on his phone.
“So what’s at 8 pm?”
“Huh? I told you, you’re free for the— oh, you mean me,” Zayne scratched the edge of his brow. “It’s just a restaurant he frequently visits. Nothing extravagant.”
“A date with the Sylus Qin can’t be nothing extravagant,” Rafayel rolled his eyes teasingly. “You do remember that most of the sets location from the first season belonged to him, right?”
“Well, I’m not holding him up to an expectation,” Zayne set his drink to the table next to him. Immediately changing the topic. “How’s the rehearsal?”
“Pretty well. Personally, I could’ve done better.”
Zayne had very little experience in acting, or performance art in general, but he was an observant man. Countless times his solutions had saved Rafayel from his problems, whether about the script or his acting choices. Maybe Zayne could help him on this matter too.
“See, Tara gave us a note about our love scene—”
Three knocks interrupted his sentence, followed by the sound of the trailer’s door being opened.
“Ah, sorry, Zayne. I would’ve brought yours too, but—” Xavier greeted with an apologetic smile. One hand was balancing a paper bowl and a wrapped sandwich, the other holding a double cup holder.
“That’s alright, I can get my own. Thanks for bringing his lunch, Xavier.” Zayne rose to his feet and tapped Rafayel’s shoulder. For once, Rafayel couldn’t discern the meaning behind his manager’s look. He decided to ignore it and waved him goodbye.
Xavier joined Rafayel on the couch. Usually, it wouldn’t take long before a conversation flows through. They would laugh about the things happened on set, exchange production team’s gossips, or even just talk about their daily life. Yet minutes passed and neither of them had uttered a word. The silence grew louder and more uncomfortable, demanding them to address the unavoidable topic.
“So. What do you think? About Tara’s notes.”
Rafayel sipped on the green tea Xavier had brought him.“I don’t know. I mean, it’s not like we fought or— I didn’t do anything that put a strain between us, did I?”
“There’s no such thing,” Xavier assured with his mouth full. His cheeks going round as he munched. Rafayel chuckled and used his thumb to wipe the couple grains of rice off Xavier’s corner lip.
“Now that I think about it. Maybe I was feeling this, pressure, of wanting this scene to be perfect,” Rafayel continued. “We’ve built Homura and Seiya’s romance for 2 years and I care so much about them. The scene was written so beautifully, I just— I was too focused on wanting to do my best and ended up getting distracted.”
He sighed. There was a sense of relief that he finally managed to form his thoughts into words. “I’m sorry.”
Xavier took his time to chew, “It’s alright. I feel the same. I really don’t want to disappoint the fans. ”
He set down his bowl and shifted his position so he could face Rafayel properly, “Remember when we shot our first kiss scene? Jenna was not impressed with any of the takes we had to shoot it the next day?”
Oh, Rafayel could never forget. They’d messed up every single take, from wrong angles, wrong dialogues, and hundreds of useless interruptions. “She told us to lock ourselves in a room and practice or do whatever it takes to make it not awkward.”
“And after we did, the scene became fans’ favorite part of the series,” Xavier nodded. “What if… Our solution for this time isn’t different? That we just need to practice on our own?”
The moment his co-star’s sentence dawned on him, Rafayel’s face grew hot. “So you’re saying we should practice… Sex?”
“We don’t have to go all the way,” Flustered, Xavier rubbed his nape. It seemed that he, too, just realized what he had suggested. “We can practice the scene or do something similar. Clothes on and, you know.”
The scene they were going to shoot for their series, Battle of Deepspace: The Fall of Philos, started with Xavier’s character, Prince Seiya, telling his lover, Homura he would leave Philos by sunrise to lead the siege in Aurelia Kingdom. Followed by heavy, emotional conversation that would lead to them making love for the first and final time. While they wouldn’t do it for real, there was some grinding action, though covered with safety cloth and modesty socks.
But all Xavier said was nothing but fanning the fire to the top of Rafayel’s head. He was sure it would be steaming if possible. Okay. So basically Xavier asked if they could make out and hump each other. Not in character. Okay.
“Only if you want to,” Xavier immediately added. He reached for Rafayel’s hand. “I’m not going to push you to do things you’re not comfortable with. We’ll find another way to make the scene better.”
Of course. All they needed was to make the scene look better. Rafayel couldn’t understand why he felt a tinge of disappointment hearing that. But Xavier was right.
What other alternatives that could fix this? Practicing the scene wouldn’t be enough since they still looked tense even after many rehearsals. Neither him or Xavier were in a relationship, so there wasn’t much of a risk. They succeeded in mastering kissing scenes because they did it behind the cameras so they could learn how the characters kiss, to get familiar with each other’s moves, to build more chemistry. How was this any different?
“Alright,” Rafayel had made his decision. “Let’s do it.”
For a few moments, Xavier only blinked rapidly. His eyes grew wide as if he didn’t expect Rafayel to agree. Through the strays of his blond hair, Rafayel noticed the tip of his ears turning pink. “Okay. Are you sure?”
“If that’s what we need to do to make our scene better, then why not?”
“I’m free in the afternoon. Around 3 pm,” said Xavier. “My place or yours?”
“My place, 3 pm. I don’t have any schedule tomorrow so take your time.”
“Sounds good.”
“Good.”
“Yeah.”
Not wanting to fall into another awkward moment, Rafayel took out his tablet. They spent the rest of their lunch watching the animated series Rafayel had been watching. A distraction from the thought of their upcoming agenda.
Xavier
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Fatso got a new friend this morning.
Rafayel
Ahahaha so cuuuttee
Have you decided a name
Xavier
Not yet. I was gonna ask U to pick one
Rafayel
Hmmm
Its round and small, kinda reminds me of a muffin
Or maybe its bcs im hungry
Is muffin ok
Xavier
Muffin it is
Now i’m also in the mood for muffin.
I’ll bring us some later.
03.16 pm.
Rafayel did yet another quick round to check of his apartment. Living room, clean. Bed, made. Bathroom, clean. Heart? about to explode.
He made his final stop at his mirror. There was nothing stuck in his teeth. His body smelled good (he’d showered twice today). After convincing himself for the hundredth time that his pajama pants looked acceptable, Rafayel waited for Xavier in the living room.
To be fair, it had been a while since Rafayel welcomed a guest. Though Xavier was no ordinary guest either. They already knew each other’s door passcodes, and back in shooting the first season Xavier had spent so many nights at Rafayel’s apartment because it was closer to the set.
Still, none of those nights were for—well, this.
The clock’s soft ticking filled in the silence. Rafayel grabbed a pillow and lay on the long sofa. Staring at the empty ceiling.
Xavier was the type of actor that would go all out for a role. He’d studied each character he played to its core and would acquire any skill required to embody said character. Once, Xavier learned ballet for six months even though he was a minor supporting role and there was only one sequence of him doing ballet. Rafayel had heard whispers from some of his seniors, calling him ‘pretentious’ and he was ‘doing too much’. But in the end, it was that exact sequence that made the film a big hit, which landed Xavier a lead role in this series.
Rafayel admired that about him. His genuine passion for acting. For the art of storytelling. The way his eyes would lit up whenever they discussed about their characters or the story progress in Battle of Deepspace (which could take an entire day, it was the reason why they got close so fast). The way he loved and took care of Prince Seiya. Making Homura fell in love with him was pretty much a seamless journey.
And that was why, Rafayel shouldn’t make a big deal out of this.
Xavier had been nothing but a wonderful friend. The best scene partner Rafayel ever had. They’d challenged each other, learned from each other, seen each other grow as actors for the past two years. If getting more intimate with Xavier was what they needed to become better lovers on screen, then that what was Rafayel going to do.
His feelings should be the last priority.
Fifteen minutes passed and Rafayel finally heard the three knocks at his door, followed by the beeping sound of his lock being opened. Xavier placed a full paper bag onto Rafayel’s stomach as a greeting. The scent of butter and mixed sweetness were pleasant in the air.
Rafayel sat up. Eyes brightened as he inspected the goods inside the bag. There were croissants, pastries, and just like they’d talked about earlier, a couple of muffins. “This is a lot of bread.”
“Got some limited edition menu, I couldn’t resist,” said Xavier. His lips formed a combination of a grin and a grimace.
“Thanks, Xavi. Come sit down, I’ll get you a drink.”
With quick steps, Rafayel brought the pastries to the kitchen counter and grabbed two mugs from the cabinet. Trying to ignore his rising heartbeat as he could hear Xavier followed him from behind. Could feel his gaze watching Rafayel as he poured them the black tea he had brewed earlier.
Xavier thanked him quietly, blowing the steam off the mug before taking a careful sip. Warm pink haze lingered in the air. Swelling thicker and thicker in the silence.
Rafayel knew they weren’t here for just hanging out. But should they do it now? How should they start? What should he say?
“So—”
“How—”
Great. Now it got even more awkward. Rafayel pressed his lips into a straight line. Before he could find a way to break the ice, Xavier stepped closer. To Rafayel’s surprise, he took him into his arms.
Rafayel pressed his face to the crook of Xavier’s shoulder. His usual perfume, powdery with a hint of fruit, managed to bring a pause to Rafayel’s train wreck of thoughts.
Back in the first season’s production, there was a scene where Homura sent off his wife’s funeral. It was the first sad scene they’d shot, and it was so intense it took a toll on Rafayel’s emotions. He couldn’t stop crying even after Jenna said cut. He’d gone to the corner and tried to calm himself so he wouldn’t bother the crew. But then Xavier, who happened to be on set, came and hugged him. He didn’t say anything. Just slowly stroking his hair, keeping Rafayel in his embrace, and it worked wonders.
Since then, whenever they shot a heavily emotional scene, they would spare a few minutes between takes to hug. Enough to regulate their feelings. Calm their nerves.
Just like this.
“Thank you for trusting me,” Xavier’s gentle tone brought Rafayel back to the present.
All the tension, the anxiety Rafayel held in his body started to melt away. “Of course,”He rubbed his back in return. “Thank you for trusting me too.”
Xavier slowly drew back. He cupped the side of Rafayel’s face. His eyes, as blue as the ocean in a sunny day, held something Rafayel had never truly seen before.
“Can I kiss you?”
They’ve kissed hundreds of times. Yet Xavier still asked. It tugged the strings in Rafayel’s heart.
“Yes.”
At first, Xavier was being careful. Short and simple presses on Rafayel’s lips. But each time they parted, Rafayel immediately chased for another. Making each kiss lasted longer. They easily fall in their familiar rhythm.
Relax. Don’t get too excited, Rafayel repeated in his mind. He held on Xavier’s waist while the man guided him to step backwards. Rafayel found himself leaning against the nearest wall when he felt a wet muscle running along his lip. His gasp broke the kiss.
“What’s wrong?”Xavier asked. “Do you not.. Like it?”
“No, I do! It’s just—“ The wall in front of him felt a lot safer to look at than Xavier’s eyes. “Sorry, I’m just surprised. You’ve never done that before.”
“Well, if I did it in our scenes they’ll be too steamy.”
“Right.” Rafayel chuckled. He remembered the time Jenna jokingly shouted too much!! When shooting their third kiss scene. They got too into the moment Xavier accidentally slipped his tongue in. Xavier apologized, they all had a laugh about it, and then they moved on.
But not Rafayel. He thought about it from time to time. Once a week, at least.
“Then, you don’t mind if I do it again, right?” with his thumb, Xavier caressed the other’s cheek. His eyes, Rafayel just realized, had never left his lips. “It gets me in the mood.”
More heat surged within Rafayel’s face.
“Okay.”
The way Seiya kissed was sweet. He was a crown prince with the kindest heart, who showed his love in the most tender gestures.
“Open your mouth a little more— yes.”
“mnghh…”
But Xavier’s kisses were more thorough. More impatient. It felt— hungry, like he was eager to explore every inch of Rafayel’s mouth but at the same time was savoring every moment. It turned Rafayel on a lot more than it should’ve. Learning that Xavier, too, liked wet and messy kisses like this.
A thin trail of saliva stretched when Xavier shifted to his cheek. Rafayel let out a small whine. Feeling the tip of Xavier’s tongue touched his skin as he trailed his kisses down his throat.
“Rafayel.”
“Hmm?”
He heard him sigh, “You don’t know how long… "
Rafayel felt a twist in his chest. Yet the next word was never heard. He couldn’t help but be curious.
“What—Ah!”
A moan escaped when Xavier nipped just above his collarbone. Giving it a suck before licking it afterwards. Rafayel threw his head back, creating a soft thud on the wall. Fingers running through his blond locks. Xavier pressed himself closer. Letting out a pleased hum when he felt the bulge rising in Rafayel’s pants on his thigh.
“Too soon?”
“No, it’s perfect,” Xavier chuckled and pecked his lips. “You should feel mine.”
He shifted his position, and Rafayel felt it. The similar hardness rubbing against his own.
Their eyes locked on each other. Half lidded and filled with unspoken want. Rafayel took the initiative to move. Watching the way Xavier’s ears turning red as he followed his lead. Slow thrusts against each other’s clothed arousal.
Rafayel had heard Xavier’s moans, his lewd expression, yet none of them were as exhilarating as this. Because there were no cameras and people around, Rafayel could take in every little detail he’d missed in the rehearsals. Xavier’s stuttered breaths, the twitch of his eyes when the friction was just right, followed by the rather quiet yet sinful sound. A second longer and Rafayel feared he would get addicted.
He kissed the corner of Xavier’s mouth. “Can we move to my bed? It’ll be more comfortable there.”
Rafayel settled his hands on Xavier’s lower back. Giving it a soft massage that earned him another trembling sigh from the latter. “Of course.”
“I wanna take off my pants too,” he added. “My, uh, my briefs is softer.”
He knew he pushed the boundaries a little bit. But his co-star didn’t seem to mind.
“I’ll take off mine too, then.”
Rafayel reached for Xavier’s hand, tangling their fingers together as he showed him the way towards his bedroom. Standing by the edge of the bed, Xavier kissed the back of Rafayel’s hand that was holding his. Murmuring let me help before reaching for the hem of Rafayel’s pajamas. Once the garment was off his ankles, it was natural for Rafayel to return the favor. Both were much more relaxed now. The quietness more comfortable.
Good.
On the bed, Rafayel settled on his pillows. Welcoming Xavier to lie on top of him. The latter propped his elbows on each side of Rafayel’s head, “Is this okay?”
The sun was setting. Faint, golden light from the window cascaded to the side of Xavier’s face. Changing the color of his ocean irises into a more enchanting hue. Rafayel always thought Xavier as handsome. But right now, he looked divine.
Rafayel answered with a slow nod.
“Okay,” Xavier kissed his forehead. “I’ll move.”
They continued where they left off. Xavier kissed Rafayel’s eyelid, cheek, down to his jaw. All Rafayel could do was hold him close. Letting Xavier pleasing all of his senses.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” Rafayel let out a breathless laugh. “So much better than I thought. Keep going—”
A thrust had him biting his lip. Xavier sneaked an arm beneath Rafayel’s neck. His gaze intense, “Stop holding it back. I want to hear you more.”
It slipped out shamelessly fast. “Ahh.”
“Yes. Just like that.”
“Xavier.. Hhahh—”
“Again,” he murmured. Breaths hot against Rafayel’s lips. ”Say my name again.”
Rafayel’s mind turning into a haze, ”Xavier. Xavi—”
Their mouths clashed together. Tongues tangled in a desperate dance. The rhythm of their hips gradually increasing. Their underpants growing damp from their pre-cum, creating slicking sounds that occasionally slipped beneath the rustles of the fabric.
Rafayel had to remind himself over and over again: This was all for the love scene, for Seiya and Homura. He was so afraid he might get carried away with these searing touches and tender passion. If this was how Xavier treated a mere friend slash co-star in bed, how would he treat his real lover?
The thought made his chest ache. Before he could be swarmed with unwanted worries, Rafayel grabbed Xavier’s shoulders and flipped him over. Now that he was on top, he straightened his back. Hands gaining leverage on the other’s chest as he started moving faster. Grinding on his cock harder.
He watched the way Xavier’s eyes darkened. It sent a pleasant pulse to his insides. As Rafayel wondered if he just awakened something, Xavier sat up. Circling one arm around his hip as he kissed Rafayel’s chest.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Xavier said between sighs. “So beautiful.”
And Rafayel was so, so doomed.
He shut his eyes, his thrusts falling from its rhythm.
“Xav, I’m so close. I’m gonna—”
“Let go,” Xavier brushed the damped strays of hair off Rafayel’s forehead. “I’ve got you.”
With a broken moan, Rafayel fell back into Xavier’s arms. Gasping as the crashing waves of pleasure struck him good. He didn’t know if Xavier came too, all he could feel was his hand caressing his hair. His lips close to Rafayel’s ear, murmuring sweet nothings and kissing anywhere he could reach.
That was Rafayel’s last straw.
It didn’t matter how much Rafayel dismissed it. How much he reminded himself this was Homura falling in love with Prince Seiya. Because it was not. Rafayel loved him. Xavier who brought him coffee every morning, who’d visit the set to support him even if it wasn’t his schedule, who spent most of his breaks dozing off in Rafayel’s trailer. Xavier who always knew what to say to comfort him, to make him laugh, making his days brighter and lovelier before he could even realize.
And it was painful. Knowing he couldn’t love Xavier as freely as Homura loves Seiya.
The tears got out without Rafayel’s consent. Wetting Xavier’s shirt.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry,” Rafayel sniffed. “I didn’t want to ruin what we have, but I just can’t lie to myself anymore.”
He buried his face in the crook of his shoulder. His hug growing more desperate. As if Xavier would disappear once he let go.
“I don’t think I can move on from this,” there was a small crack in Rafayel’s muffled voice. “From you.”
He didn’t dare to look at Xavier. Didn’t dare to think about his reaction, or perhaps lack thereof. Rafayel knew this was a stupid move. He was mentally preparing himself for Xavier’s polite rejection, him telling Rafayel that he didn’t see him that way, and facing the fact this confession might actually put a strain in their friendship.
“You don’t have to.”
But instead, what Rafayel got was that. With Xavier nuzzling on his shoulder.
“Huh?”
“You weren’t the only one who’s been lying.”
Xavier shifted their bodies. Laying Rafayel down to his side so they could see each other better.
“I wasn’t nervous because of the fans, or afraid I wouldn’t act the scene perfectly.” Xavier smiled, using his thumb to wipe Rafayel’s tears and snot off his face. “The love scene, those intimacy rehearsals allowed me to be close to you for so long. I got so happy I had to hold myself back. I don’t want my feelings for you ended up ruining the scene.”
Rafayel’s brain short circuited. The tiny atoms sprinting around its cubicles because their heads were on fire. His heart, however, felt like it just jumped to the seventh sky.
“You’re serious.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Shut up. Since when?”
“I can give you a good answer or the right answer.”
“Xavier.”
“Fine. Chemistry test.”
“THAT LONG?”
Xavier’s smile turned sheepish. “Can you blame me?” He pinched Rafayel’s cheek. “I actually thought I was being too obvious. Everyone knew.”
Rafayel was utterly, completely dumbfounded. He faced the ceiling. Crossing an arm over his face. “I’m so stupid, aren’t I…”
“Well, you tend to not pay attention to anything else once you overthink.”
“Oh, shut up.”
Xavier let out a giggle. His smile so big it created a small crease in his eyes, it was the brightest one Rafayel had ever seen on him. They embraced each other once more, lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss. No more hidden feelings or concealed hesitations. Just two souls finally accepting what had already been there.
Which reminded Rafayel something.
“Wait. Seiya isn’t your first role that has kissing scenes. Did you mess them up on purpose—”
Before Rafayel could finish his sentence, Xavier tackled him. Laughs exploded in the air as Xavier attacked him with kisses all over his face.
Zayne
Are you free tonight?
Sylus invited us to his bar’s soft opening, you should come.
Greyson and Yvonne will be there too.
Rafayel
Cant dooo Im with Xav
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HEHE
You guys hv funn
Sylus peeked at Zayne’s phone screen. Brows raised as he took a sip of his drink.
“Did they—”
“Yup.”
“Fucking finally.”