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Ivan waited quietly out of the way of all the camera equipment and crew as he watched the latest take for Till, Luka, Mizi, and Hyuna continue. His eyes were riveted on Till, laying on the floor, covered in fake blood while gazing up into Mizi’s eyes. Everything looked so real and painful, even before effects and editing, that it made Ivan’s heart shake a bit.
Admittedly that was partially because Till looked handsome no matter what he did, a thought for which Till and Sua had teased Ivan. But it was true.
Finally, the scene concluded, and the crew started talking. The proper lights went up, and Mizi helped Till sit up with a smile.
Ivan was allowed to move forward with a towel. He’d gotten out of his costume a while ago and had mostly just been waiting on Till.
Sua beat Ivan over and loudly congratulated Mizi on doing a great job.
Till looked up at Ivan, his silver hair sweaty, and accepted Ivan’s hand up, bumping into Ivan’s chest as he rose.
Ivan hugged Till to steady him and said, “You were amazing!”
Till eventually pushed back to properly wipe himself off with the towel, looking cool and collected as always when he wasn’t acting.
Ivan simply grinned at his seonbae, who was pretending to ignore him to draw attention away from the fact that he’d pressed into Ivan for a few seconds longer than he possibly should, at least with so many eyes on them.
Till finally sighed and said, quietly, “Your face is too obvious.”
“Oh, how terrible,” Ivan said, still smiling. “I can’t just be happy that my seonbae did yet another amazing job with his last scene? Or excited to spend more time with him before the production break?”
Till gave him an unimpressed look before saying, “You should congratulate Luka, too.”
They both knew that Luka and Hyuna were chatting amiably and didn’t want to be bothered.
“I already messaged him,” Ivan said cheerfully. “We’re going out tomorrow. In private, to celebrate. You should come.” He followed Till to the makeup department, nodding at the crew who called out to them, even though his eyes remained glued to Till’s face.
“Mmm,” Till said, noncommittally, thinking of who would be keeping an eye on them, but knowing that when Luka set up a private celebration, it was private, which was nice. “I’ll think about it.”
Ivan ended up tagging along as Till walked home. It was late and people were rushing to dinner or home after the workday. Plus, it looked like it might rain. Wrapped up in their coats against the cold, no one paid attention to the two stars.
“We could grab something to eat,” Ivan suggested quietly as they walked. “At a cafe or something.” He looked down at Till, who was typing away on his phone. The older actor wore a thick green sweatshirt with the hood up over his silver hair. “Or I could make us something.”
Ivan liked cooking for Till. It was fun, especially because Till worked so much that he often forgot to eat.
Till sighed and said, “It’s my job as your seonbae to make sure you have a nice meal on your last day of shoots. We can get something on me.”
Ivan chuckled, thinking of how much Till spoiled him and the rest. “Okay. Means I can focus on you more.”
Till’s cheeks warmed, which made Ivan more pleased.
They walked for a little longer before Ivan said, quietly, “I wish I could hold your hand right now.”
Till’s face reddened again and he glanced around.
Ivan knew there was no one watching. He’d only dared because there were no reporters. He was very good at spotting them: he and Luka used to play games for who could spot the most. It helped make that part of their profession semi-bearable. Or at least they pretended it did.
But you could never know. Even someone who just had their phone up for a selfie was suspect.
Till breathed in deeply and looked ahead again before he finally said, “We’ll pick something up and go back to my place.”
Ivan grinned, feeling like he’d won something. Though he did still wish he could hold Till’s hand.
They ended up going simple and grabbed some fried chicken and beer on the way to Till’s. They sat around Till’s fancy kitchen with its island and stainless-steel appliances, chatting about the takes, admiring Mizi and Luka’s performances, the way Hyuna had really pulled off looking like she was in pain… They both knew the final video would be amazing.
Then Ivan picked a bit of chicken off of Till’s lips.
And Till looked into Ivan’s eyes and leaned forward to kiss him.
They’d shut the curtains, kept the lights low. So neither of them worried about anything when Ivan leaned back against a wall with Till pressed flat to his chest. Ivan was gripping Till’s ass as the older man squeezed his arms around Ivan’s neck, both still locked in the kiss.
It had been like this for a bit, with Ivan teasing and finally getting advice from the quiet but gentle Till. Playing games together and relaxing after events, falling into each other’s laps watching TV… A few long looks and a kiss neither of them expected turned into something more.
With their jobs and the spotlight it was hard, and rather dangerous. But they worked around it, hiding well over a year of kisses and gentle touches. Ivan spending the night at Till’s more often than Ivan’s, because Ivan’s was a bit of a mess, full of fan letters and gifts, while Till dealt with stress by cleaning.
Their cocks rubbed together through their clothes and Till grunted into Ivan’s mouth, craving the delicious friction.
Ivan’s hands pushed under the waistband of Till’s pants, going under his underwear to find skin.
Till murmured against Ivan’s mouth and pressed his fingers into Iva’s shoulders.
Ivan lowered them both to the ground and pressed a finger inside Till’s ass. He chuckled at the wetness he found there. “Is that what you did in the bathroom earlier?”
Till scoffed and reached down to undo Ivan’s pants. “I figured you’d be too distracted. You always follow your dick.”
“Only because I’m distracted by your face,” Ivan said, his eyes softening as he watched Till.
Till’s cheeks burned at the clear adoration as he pushed Ivan’s pants down, letting his cock free. Then Till leaned forward and carefully wiggled his own pants down.
“You’re gonna tear those,” Ivan noted, watching Till work, and appreciating the low collar on Till’s shirt.
“Company sent me new ones,” Till said as he settled over Ivan’s cock. “Might hurt you, though.”
Ivan reached forward and kissed Till’s cheek. He also reached down and carefully guided his cock into Till’s ass, not minding the tightness in his lap, but rather viewing it as a challenge.
“Hnn,” Till said, hissing through his teeth as he leaned into Ivan. He was all pent up from the shoots. He’d finished plenty of productions before, but this take had been so high energy, and he and Luka had both pushed hard for it. But so had Ivan.
“You were incredible today,” Till murmured, wanting to say that before he forgot all reason.
Ivan grinned. “So glad you think so.” He carefully thrust up, pressing his cock deeper inside the smaller man.
Till squirmed a little, feeling Ivan push inside him. Ivan had put in lots of lube earlier because he knew Ivan once loosed was loosed for good, but it had also made eating together while waiting for Ivan to make his move feel interminable. Now Till was so amped up it was hard to stay still.
Ivan carefully moved his hips up and down, fucking deeper and deeper into Till.
The press of Till’s pants and Ivan’s chest rubbed at Till’s cock, making even more of a mess. It burned a little, too, and Till wanted it. It reminded him that he was here, with someone he cared about, and not eating alone again, too embarrassed to talk to his colleagues.
Till hadn’t eaten alone for a while once Ivan stepped properly into his life. Till was also surprised when he felt some jealousy seeing Ivan and Luka together more, but he didn’t tell Ivan. He didn’t begrudge friendships, especially in their industry. And Ivan always invited Till along to things, which was nice.
The air between them was hot and sticky, and Till moved his hips to better fuck himself down on Ivan’s cock.
Ivan’s hands squeezed Till’s hips, and his right arm moved Till’s left leg up a bit to give him room to rotate his cock slightly. When he started thrusting in harder, Till yelped on every thrust.
“You sound so amazing,” Ivan said, dreamily. “I could listen to you sing all day…”
Till smirked a little, but was too distracted by Ivan working away at his ass to do much else. He remembered the shrine of fanmerch Ivan had shown him featuring his seonbae, which had embarrassed Till a little. And Till had tried to get him some discounted, only to discover Ivan just got copies.
Till leaned in to kiss Ivan’s lips again, wanting to drink the man in. Ivan had been a surprise, with his singing that felt so full of longing. He was a natural on stage, commanding the eye, and drawing people in. Till was happy to have such great coworkers, and he was somewhat used to the fawning nervousness Ivan, Luka, and somehow Mizi had directed his way. But whereas the other two grew somewhat more comfortable with things, and latched onto Hyuna and Sua respectively, Ivan had particularly taken to wandering wherever Till was.
It was strange, and Till did the best he could. But he’d come to realize that being around Ivan might feel a little strange, but it was natural, too, and grew more comfortable over time. Even though Ivan really pushed allowances for what they could reveal in public.
They’d started dating during reshoots for Round 6, but not entirely because of the shoot. Till had done his best to reassure the younger performer, and it seemingly worked: Ivan improved, and the final cut was incredible. Till almost didn’t believe it was them on that screen.
“Fuck,” Till said against Ivan’s mouth. His fingers tugged at Ivan’s shirt, and he the cloth would have tears in it later.
He regretted not having them strip entirely and go to the bed. A little. He liked ruining Ivan’s shirts, and how Ivan almost challenged him too: the man wanted proof of Till in his life.
It was intoxicating.
“Till,” Ivan murmured as he raised a hand to Till’s neck, brushing the sweaty skin there. There was so much want in his beautiful voice.
Till smiled as Ivan thrust hard into him, sending sparks straight to Till’s core. He groaned happily as he came, making a mess of his pants.
Ivan kept going for a while, holding Till close. When he spilled deep inside Till, Till squirmed a bit, but eventually relaxed against Ivan’s chest, breathing hard.
Ivan leaned back harder against the wall. His left hand brushed Till’s back, making Till sleepy. They’d explored each other so thoroughly during their relationship that Till thought he knew Ivan’s body better than his own. It was comfortably familiar like this, sitting on the floor near the kitchen, messy and satisfied.
“Stay here tonight?” Till asked.
“Mmm,” Ivan said, holding him close. Till could tell the man had no intention of going anywhere before sunrise.
Till grinned.