Cassandra

“What’s a Code Red?”

“A problem! A horrible, terrible, awful problem.”

It definitely must’ve been bad if he was this worked up. “Ok… and that would be?”

Charlie fell onto your couch and put his head in his hands. His voice was barely above a whisper. “Tom’s out.”

“Out? Of the movie?”

Tom Ryder- your co-star and the man with the leading role. After the first movie had been a booming success, he was quick to accept the offer to come back for the sequel. You didn’t doubt it was for the large paycheck and the added fame. Given the publicity of this movie and the attention he would get when it released, it was hard to believe he would just dump the whole thing, especially since you were already more than halfway through filming. Then again, Tom was an interesting individual and you wouldn’t put it past him to quit if he suddenly didn’t feel like doing it. But Tom quitting the job would mean the whole project was doomed and the whole team was screwed. You couldn’t go on without the leading role and it was too late to find a new actor to fill his spot this deep into production.

“Not the whole movie,” Charlie shook his head. Your chest deflated a fraction at that somewhat good news. “Just the sex scene we’re supposed to be filming in three days.”

That was another surprise. “Tom Ryder- the Tom Ryder- doesn’t want to film a sex scene?!”

Charlie flung his arms into the air. “Apparently not! He called me an hour ago and just said he didn’t want to do it. He didn’t give me any explanation beyond that.” Charlie kicked his feet up on the coffee table with a groan and shrugged. “Maybe he’s nervous?”

You crossed your arms and shook your head. “I find that hard to believe. He’s filmed sex scenes before so this wouldn’t be any different. It’s not even that intense of a scene, just a little kissing and action below the sheets you can barely see. I’ll be more naked than Tom is!”

“I know! That’s why it doesn’t make sense.”

This was a conundrum. Charlie was obviously flustered and frantically trying to figure out how to fix this issue with his movie. Next time you saw Tom, you’d give him a passive aggressive piece of your mind (you still have a third of a movie to film, you didn’t want to make it completely impossible to be around each other just yet. You could do that once filming wrapped and hope the audience didn’t want a third movie).

“Shit,” you breathe. “Shit. Ok. So what does this mean? We just cut the whole scene?”

Charlie immediately shook his head. “No. No no no. We can’t cut it. It’s a pinnacle moment in the character’s relationship. All of their tension has been building up and up and up to this moment! The fans will riot if we don’t deliver. The audience score will plummet and we won’t break even in the box office and poof! My career is up in smoke. They were already upset the two didn’t get together in the last movie so they’ll be expecting it in this one. We can’t cut it."

He wasn’t being dramatic. The die hard fans of the series weren’t above sending death threats if their favorite characters didn’t get the ball rolling. “Alright so we can’t cut the scene. What now? Without Tom, what options do we even have? CGI a fake Tom over a mannequin?”

“We have to get a stand-in,” Charlie sighed, carding his hands through his hair. “That’s the only option I can think of. If it’s even possible to find a body double who can act out a sex scene in less than three days, that is. Or maybe I just beg Tom to do it and offer him more money that we don’t have. But, we’re already over budget. The studio will tear me a new one if I offer a bigger salary than he’s already getting. Fuck!”

You flinched and leaned over to put a hand on his arm in a manner that you hoped would help soothe him. He needed a calm, rational anchor. “Ok so we’ll get a stand-in. You don’t need to find a perfect physical match Charlie, just someone who has the same body type and hair, right? Once you find someone and we shoot the scene, do shots from above so you only see my face and the back of the body double’s head. Shots from the side might need to be digitally altered a little; you’d have to put Tom’s face over the stand-in’s during post-production but you’re already doing that for his stunts so this won’t really be any different-”

“That’s it!” Charlie flew up from the couch, whirling to face you. Your jaw dropped a little in shock at the sudden change of mood.

“What’s what?”

“Colt!”

Oh.

Colt Seavers. Tom’s stuntman.

You knew Colt of course. This was the second movie you’d been in with the action actor who played Tom’s stuntman, so you’d seen him around set and basecamp. He was friendly, charming and naturally funny. He was also unfairly attractive.

Colt didn’t go out of his way to demand attention from the rooms he was in, choosing to stay in the background until it was his time to shine on set. And God was he good at what he did. You didn’t know how his body took those beatings, but you applauded him for it. It wasn’t too hard for you to admit that your heart raced a little faster when you saw him, especially since he always looked ruffled and dirty.

“It’s not a bad idea but would he agree to it? Has he ever done scenes like this before? He’s usually running around explosives and pulling off impossible feats, not kissing another actor and faking sex. It might be out of his comfort zone.”

“I don’t know but it doesn’t hurt to try! I’ll get on my knees and beg him if I have to. I’ll text you. Goodnight!”

Charlie was out of your trailer in less than 5 seconds and disappearing into the dark, the crunch of gravel following him as he ran away leaving you alone in the quiet. 

-

Colt was in. 

Charlie texted you only an hour after he’d left with the good news and a slew of extremely elated emojis.

You had a hard time sleeping that night.

You weren’t new to the sex scene game, you’d been in many movies before with much more explicit content. As this was a PG-13 movie, the scene wasn’t going to be anything crazy and easily something you could handle. So why was your heart in your throat?

Tom was not your most favorite person. You were friendly on set and apparently had enough chemistry on screen that the fans of the first movie couldn’t tell that you had a sour taste in your mouth when you had to act with him. He was brash and rude- a bit of a spoiled brat in the movie industry and got jobs he maybe wasn’t qualified for just because of his large following. He had some talent and a nice face, but a personality that was hard for you to be around. 

Colt was the complete opposite of Tom. Besides, of course, general physical appearance. 

The first time you’d met Colt had been during the filming of the last movie. It was snowy and freezing outside the warehouse where most of the set was. With the terrible weather, all you wanted was a hot cup of coffee. During a break between shoots, you seeked refuge in the craft services tent to find a drink.

The tent was packed with people you didn’t know trying to stay warm but thankfully the coffee cart was mostly empty besides one, broad shouldered man. If you were being honest, you actually thought it was Tom at first glance. He had the same dirty blond mop of hair on his head that Tom did, and was treating the poor coffee dispenser like Tom would- beating on the lever to try to squeeze a drop out of the obviously empty container. 

Then you remembered that you’d just seen Tom not two minutes earlier on set in the warehouse and unless he’d sprinted past you unseen, there was no way Tom had beat you to the tent.

So it wasn’t Tom but someone who looked eerily similar to the actor, at least from behind. The red and black leather bomber jacket he wore wasn’t familiar at all to you, but given the big ‘Miami Vice Stunt Team’ printed on the back, you figured he was one of the dozens of stuntmen hired for the film. 

Despite not being Tom, you still sort of expected someone with Tom's personality as you carefully moved to stand next to the stranger to quietly try your shot at getting a cup of coffee.

Colt had been surprised at your sudden appearance, shifting over half a step to give you room at the cart. When you went to try to get coffee out of a different dispenser than the one he’d been abusing, he shook his head sadly.

“They’re all out.” He had a nice voice. Smooth and low. 

“Already?” You frown, tapping your cup against the metal. This stranger did sort of resemble Tom, but he was much nicer to look at.

“Right? Three hours into filming and all of the coffee is gone. You’d think this was the set for a high school film project, huh?” Funnier than Tom too.

“No, a high school production would definitely have hot coffee readily available.”

Colt threw his head back with a laugh at your quip and nodded his agreement. He was charming in a way that Tom could only dream of.

Despite the absence of your preferred beverage, the pair of you stayed at the coffee cart as Colt made two cups of hot chocolate. There was no coffee but there was a thermos of hot water and little hot chocolate packets. It wasn’t ideal, but when Colt brandished the warm styrofoam cups and told you to prepare yourself because you were about to have the tastiest hot chocolate of your life (because he’d made it with love), you realised you didn’t care that there was no coffee. You would swear off coffee entirely if it meant Colt Seavers would serve you a cup of cocoa every morning.

You didn’t interact too often after that, only occasionally saying hi when you passed each other between shoots or talking briefly once filming wrapped up for the day. Generally, if he was on set filming, you weren’t. Colt was a stuntman doing action scenes (as Tom’s body double, you'd found out). If your character was in the scene too, you had your own stunt double for that. So, for the most part, you admired him from afar.

Even though you barely knew him, that didn’t stop your itty bitty crush on the guy.

So now, knowing that you’d not only get to act in a scene with him, but a scene where you’d get to kiss and touch him? A dream come true.

-

Colt had never planned on filming a sex scene, no matter how tame.

He didn’t even kiss during films, since they usually wanted the actual actors to do that.

When the director came knocking down his door at 11pm one night, spewing the tragic tale of Tom’s betrayal (not surprising), Colt was suddenly presented with the hard decision. Does he step out of his comfort zone and try something he had yet to do in his film career, or does he decline and tell Charlie to find someone else?

He considered saying no. In fact, he was seconds away from saying no. His sex prowess was not something he had ever planned on sharing with the whole world, no matter the fact that the general audience wouldn’t know it was actually him performing. Plus, pretending to fuck in a room full of people didn’t sound very appealing. Then, he remembered who he’d be acting the scene with.

“I’ll do it.”

-

The intimacy coordinator on set, Tammy, met with you the day before the shoot to go over your boundaries- what you were comfortable with and where you drew the line. 

You knew the script like the back of your hand and knew exactly how the scene was supposed to play out. It was simple- passionate kissing until you made it to the bed, Colt would be on top and perform general foreplay until you fake intercourse. It was nice and easy, not too intense. 

Tammy went over the stoplight system and your meeting wrapped up in a clean 20 minutes. You didn’t have any worries about acting the scene. You worried about Colt and how he would react to the new challenge more than anything.

If you were doing the shoot with Tom, you might’ve been able to think of boundaries to set up (i.e. no extra groping than what was necessary, because Tom probably would try to cross a line), but with Colt? You realized you didn’t care at all if he got a little too excited and handsy. You would allow it for the 'authenticity of the scene', to make it look real. That and you just wouldn’t mind if things went a little deeper than superficial if it was Colt doing it. You assumed Tammy went to speak to Colt after she’d spoken to you and since she didn’t come back to tell you any of his boundaries, he must’ve not had any either. 

The day of the shoot, after hair, makeup and wardrobe where you stripped into practically nothing and shrugged on a robe, you walked into the fake bedroom set amidst a hoard of bustling crew members. Colt was already there, observing the room before turning to smile at you when you approached.

“Hey!” Colt ran a hand through his mussed hair and gestured to your body. “You look nice.”

You snorted. “So do you.” 

You were both wearing the same exact robe.

While Colt glanced at a lighting technician that brushed past to adjust one of the warm lights shining towards the bed, you nodded your head at him. “Thank you for being willing to step in for Tom, by the way. You’re saving all of our asses; especially Charlie’s. We owe this movie to you at this point.”

Colt shook his head immediately. “No, no. Please, I'm happy to help.”

“Have you ever done a scene like this before?” You questioned, adjusting your loose robe to make sure your chest stayed covered. Colt’s eyebrow twitched like he wanted to glance down to watch the movement but he didn’t and shook his head instead.

“Nope.” You weren’t surprised. You assumed he hadn’t. “But, I can't imagine it’s any different than the real thing though, right? Just a little more orchestrated and,” Colt gestured to the crowd of people behind cameras, boom mics and monitors a step away. “a little less private. I don’t know about you but I don't usually have this many people watching me perform in the bedroom.”

Your cheeks hurt from your smile. “Neither do I. Not in the privacy of my home, at least. I have done this kind of thing a couple times, though.”

Colt snaps his fingers. “Oh yeah! In that one film uh- Rain? The one with the cowboy? Big fan of your work in that one.”

You quirked a brow and Colt backtracked. “Not just the sex scene obviously, the whole movie. Your whole character. Really likeable.”

Tammy interrupted before you could tease him. Charlie also approached and clapped his hands together so everyone around would listen.

“Alright, everyone! We’re all familiar with the script so you should know how this scene will play out but just in case, we’ll just go over it and walk through the shots we’re looking for.”

Charlie was animated, as he always was when describing the scene he was envisioning.

“Everything we’re recording today takes place after their huge fight.” He gestures to you and Colt. “We’ll film the fight later with Tom, but they’ve been arguing in the kitchen and the tension builds up and up and up until it snaps! The start of the scene will be the two of you bursting through the bedroom door, already kissing. I want passion! You’ve been pining for each other for years and it’s all coming to fruition today so let it show.”

You nod with a smile and Colt does the same.

“Since I want to obscure Colt’s face as much as possible, we’re going to have the camera follow you into the room from behind so Colt’s back is the only thing we can see. (Y/n), I want your hands in his hair, on his neck and shoulders, anywhere that can be seen by the camera.”

Charlie continued to walk through the open space, describing what he wanted from the two of you as he went. You would fall back onto the bed and Colt would follow. The actual scene in the movie was going to be a montage of tiny blips of footage instead of one, continuous shot so you didn’t have to be perfect- you just had to give the editors enough to work with. To keep the PG-13 rating, the two of you were going to be under a thin bedsheet to hide everything from the hips down and most of the camera work was going to stay above the waist anyway, focused on your faces instead of your bodies. 

From there, you just had to pretend to have sex with Colt Seavers. 

That should be easy enough. You certainly felt more confident faking with him than you would’ve with Tom. 

Once Charlie was done going through the scene, some of the crew asked questions and everyone took their positions. It took a second for the crew to be ready, so Colt and yourself went out into the fake hallway to wait. Still in your robes, you got a little worried at the slightly bugged out look in Colt’s eyes.

“Are you alright, Colt? The intimacy coordinator went through the stoplight system with you, didn’t she? If you ever feel uncomfortable and need to stop you just say red and we’ll take a break or switch up the scene a little so it’s easier-”

A warm hand rested against your bicep. “I’m not uncomfortable, I promise. This is all just very different from what I'm used to. I’m usually outside, throwing myself through a window or driving a huge truck over jumps. This is… much quieter and enclosed. Intimate. But I guess that’s the point, huh?”

Colt’s voice was so warm and assuring- it slid down your spine like honey. You were suddenly worried that you wouldn’t be able to handle the scene. Not because you would get uncomfortable, but that you would enjoy it a little too much.

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

Tammy interrupted once again and gestured to your robes with a gentle smile. “Ready?”

Apparently, your characters had shed all of their clothing in their passionate journey from their argument in the kitchen to the bedroom door because you're both almost completely bare under the robes. Since everything below the waist was going to be covered by a sheet, instead of a normal modesty garment, you both wore a skintight, skin-colored version of what were essentially biker shorts. Colt had no shirt on, as his torso was going to be one of the main stars of the shoot, and neither did you. Since some shots were going to be from the side, meaning your ribcage would be visible and maybe a hint of breast, you couldn’t wear a bra. To keep a little bit of modesty, you had pasties keeping your nipples covered.

Colt kept his gaze respectful, only looking you in the eye as Tammy scurried off set and was instantly replaced by a gaggle of camera operators. You weren’t shy about your body, not after acting in similar scenes dozens of times previous, but for some odd reason, doing this with Colt felt different. All of the actors you’d acted with in the past were people you respected and had no attraction to. But Colt? You kept your eyes on his face just like he had with you, but it was maybe the hardest thing you’d done thus far in your career. 

Once Charlie deemed the dim lighting was perfect and the crew was ready to go, you turned your back to the shut door and looked up at Colt when he stepped closer so your bodies were just barely brushing. The heat of his eyes as they looked back and forth between yours had you grateful you were wearing shorts because you instantly became wet.

The set became silent as you waited for the go-ahead from Charlie. And once he yelled action? You experienced what you were convinced was the greatest onscreen kiss you’d ever get to experience in your career.

Colt’s lips were searing- passionate in every sense of the word. While his mouth rhythmically moved against yours, he reached behind you to open the door, shoving it out of your way and leading you backwards into the room as the camera crew followed. Colt knew just how deeply to tilt his head for your lips to entwine as firmly as possible and just where to place his hands on your spine so you didn’t stumble over your own feet as he blindly led you towards the bed.

His scruff felt wonderful against your face, scratching but not painfully so. You absentmindedly decided that you wouldn’t mind a bit of a beard burn. Your hands were eager to feel the parts of him you were allowed to touch, brushing over the broad planes of his shoulders and sliding up his neck to tangle into his hair. His chest rumbled against you when you fisted your fingers into the blond strands. It had been an accident, you didn’t mean to tug on his hair, but Colt didn’t seem bothered at all.

Colt’s torso was pressed firmly to yours, keeping your breasts hidden from view which had your heart warming in gratitude and had you kissing him harder, this time running your tongue over his. The only sounds in the room were your footsteps and the wet smack of your lips against Colt’s before your knees hit the bed and you fell back onto the mattress. The sheets were already perfectly rumpled thanks to the set design team who’d meticulously staged it beforehand and the material was surprisingly soft against your bare back. Apparently, there had been room in the budget for silk sheets.

You weren’t acting when you watched Colt stand at the foot of the bed, all 6 feet of him tanned and muscled and delicious. The camera crew stood behind him, only capturing his profile from the waist up and the ruffled mess on the back of his head thanks to your handiwork. Your ogling at his body was real but you forced yourself to keep your eyes above the belt, no matter how badly you wanted to look and see if the shorts he wore would leave anything to the imagination on what was hidden underneath. 

Colt seemed to be enjoying his view too, pausing for a millisecond too long to hold your gaze. He still kept his eyes professional, as much as you wished he would let them wander now that the camera wouldn’t catch him doing so, and let out a silent steadying breath. 

There was no dialogue for the scene, as it would cause a hassle replacing Colt’s voice with Tom’s or dubbing Tom’s voice over the shoot later. Besides, with two perfectly good actors, words weren’t necessary if the scene was done right. 

For only being a stuntman, Colt was an expert at expressing emotion through body language.

The way he crawled onto the bed after you- twisting the sheets around his hips to hide both of your lower halves from view, the way his hands slid up your ribcage, then moved to your arms to trail up until his hands planted on the mattress to cage your head- all conveyed the intense hunger of someone immensely in love. His eye contact was red hot. He looked at you the whole time, even glancing down at your parted lips though he didn’t need to.

Colt smelled tantalizing. There was a tiny hint of what you guessed was the spicy smell of his body wash, but other than that, you just smelled, what you assumed was, his natural scent. Most actors you’d worked with (Tom especially) drowned themselves in cologne, especially for scenes like this. You understood why, wanting to smell good when up close and personal with another person, but Colt hadn’t done that. He’d probably showered and gone straight to hair and makeup, meaning what you were smelling was purely him. There was something about that fact that had your eyes almost rolling back into your skull.

Your brain barely registered the camera over Colt’s shoulder that peered down at you to capture every expression you made, the boom mic that loomed overhead or the 20 other people in the room that sat not 30 feet away. Everything you could see and feel and hear was centered around the man straddling you.

While Colt busied himself with trailing his mouth up the valley of your breasts and keeping his face close to your skin, you threw your head back and your fingers found purchase in his hair once again. There was nothing fake about the squeaky gasps that escaped you. 

A hot tongue laved over your throat, moistening the skin and pausing to feel your larynx bob with every sound you made. A cameraman now positioned at the side of the bed captured everything. Eventually, Colt moved to tuck his face into your neck opposite of the camera to nose at your jaw, pointedly keeping most of his face hidden from view. That was your queue to wrap your legs around his waist, which you happily did. 

Despite having a broad torso, Colt’s waist was slim and muscular underneath your calves. It almost felt like he had no clothes on at all. There was a thicker layer of fabric and padding along the crotch of both of your shorts to keep any contact or stimulation between your bodies at a minimum. Or that’s what they were supposed to do anyway.

Colt’s cock was straining against the shorts so much you could still feel him against your own covered pussy. You couldn’t feel him as much as you wished- couldn’t feel the heat of his skin or the veins along the shaft or the brush of hair at the base- but it gave you enough of an idea to have your hips moving up to tease him for more contact.

No one in the room knew what was happening under the sheet besides you and Colt, and that made it all the more fun. Colt nibbled your skin between his teeth, breath huffing over his drying saliva and began moving his hips. He started slow and steady, gentle gyrations that only gave you a fraction of what you wanted. 

The camera above you kept its lens trained at Colt’s back and nothing below the waist besides the tiniest hint of the white sheet. The movement of his hips would be able to be seen but not explicitly so, just the tension in his back as he moved. 

You were surprised when Colt let out a groan in response to your legs tightening around him, eyelashes fluttering over the shell of your ear. His thrusts started to get more confident. Not faster, since Charlie wanted the scene to be tender and heartfelt, but he started to press firmly into your heat, grinding when he did. You could barely feel him along your clit, only a fleeting pressure every time he drove forward, but despite the faintest trace of stimulation, you started to worry that you were about to be edged in front of a room of people. Colt didn’t seem to be faring any better.

Since everything was covered with a sheet, Colt wasn’t supposed to actually make contact between your hips if he could help it. As long as he made it look believable, he could thrust into the air and make a decent show. He’d either forgotten that bit of instruction from Tammy or didn’t care to follow it. You weren’t about to stop him- not when it felt this good. 

There was something exhilarating about knowing how aroused Colt really was- something no one in the room would know but you. If Charlie, Tammy or anyone else for that matter noticed how much the two of you were doing under the sheet, no one said a word. In fact, you were 100% sure they hadn't noticed because you were 90% sure that what you and Colt were doing was illegal. Some safety guideline was in place in the movie industry to prohibit such contact, no matter how eager and willing the two parties were to save from lawsuits or something. Surely someone would've put a stop to the shoot by now to save the production from a hoard of legal problems once they realized both of you were actually getting off. Oh well, you didn't care to think about that.

You brushed your lips over Colt’s cheek as his face hid in your neck, massaging the solid muscles of his neck under the pads of your fingers. He was tense, but not from stage fright. The arms caging your body that kept him somewhat upright were trembling against the mattress, the tiniest, most indiscreet tremors that you could feel against your back through the padding. He was having a hard time keeping himself in control too.

Truly, you could’ve laid there for hours. Part of you hoped Charlie wanted to rerun the whole scene several times so you could do it over and over again. However, you feared you were doing too good of a job and were about to pull it off in one take. 

Colt must’ve brushed off the fog that clouded his mind and remembered where he was when his hips punched forward one final time and stilled. You made a show of your whimpers, faking an orgasm while Colt groaned in your ear, voice melding with yours. Hopefully that wasn’t going to be a problem for the audio team if Colt sounded a little too much like himself.

The room fell silent once the ruffling of sheets stopped, the sound of your shared breathing the only noise on set.

You blinked when the quietness was suddenly broken with a burst of applause and remarks of awe, quickly remembering where you were and just how many people you were surrounded by. Colt seemed surprised too, lifting his face to look at you in shock and then looking over at the hoard of people coming your way. 

“That was amazing, you two! A perfect take! Fantastic job, Colt!” Charlie exclaimed, giving a firm smack to the stuntman’s bare back in approval. Colt groaned at the sting and gave you a humorous smirk in response. Tammy rushed over with your robes and a thousand watt smile.

Colt slid off of you, albeit a bit hesitantly if your observation was correct, and quickly took the robe Tammy offered, tying it around himself with great intensity. You realized immediately it was an attempt to hide his erection from any prying eyes. His cheeks colored when you quietly laughed at him, a silent indication to him that you knew exactly what he was doing.

Charlie was elated, letting you put on your robe before throwing an arm around your shoulders and leading you over to the flustered stuntman so Charlie could throw his other arm around him. “Your on-screen chemistry is palpable! Just what we needed for the scene. I was worried we’d have to reshoot several times before we got everything we needed, especially since you’re not familiar with acting in these types of scenes, Colt, but you’re a natural!”

You couldn’t help but smile over at the blond, drinking up his bashful smile. “Thanks, Charlie. It was easy, really. Not too different from my average Friday night,” he joked, until his smile suddenly dropped and he tilted forward to look at you a little panicked. “I mean, not recently. I'm not seeing anyone right now, so my Friday nights are super free. If anyone was wondering.”

Charlie didn’t bat an eye at Colt's words but you did, heart warming at his attempt to correct himself and make it clear to you that he was single and also not currently sleeping around. The cheery director led you off of the set towards wardrobe, still spewing his praises. Only after one specific comment did you feel your face really light up in a blush.

“I know you’re just a stuntman, Colt, but you should really consider taking up other forms of acting because that almost looked real!”