Karter Kinecaid

“Are you calling me a villain? Or a bitch?” she asked, pretending to be offended by the statement. It didn’t bother her though. Kathy was rather easy for her to portray at times. “Shh. You’re not supposed to just announce it like that. I have an image to protect.” Not that she cared much. Sure, she didn’t like people knowing her issues with commitment, but only because they asked too many questions. “You very much are. And yes I am because I know exactly what you are doing wrong.” Aline smacked his arm when he brought up her own issues, trying to quiet him down. “Shush you! That has nothing to do with your issues.” Despite how much Karter tried to help her open up, she was adamant about not doing so. “Thank god. I might have to start judging you if you agreed to something like that.”

“when it comes to kathy, that’s literally splitting hairs.” he answered, rolling his eyes at her faux behavior. it wasn’t a knock at her talent at all, kathy was a rather popular character and ali’s portrayal of her has been praised for a while. “announce? it’s not like i tweeted about it or shouted it out in a megaphone. trust me, your image is fine.” truthfully, he’d end up in a tabloid for kicking someone’s ass if they ever disrespected her. they had played siblings for so long that karter considered her his actual sister. he’d do whatever to protect her. but that also meant her wanted to see her happy. her issues with commitment were blocking her for achieving that, at least to him. he let out a wince and rubbed his arm as she smacked his arm. “okay, ouch. who said we were talking about my issues anyway?” they shared the resentment that came whenever the other tried to help. he loved her dearly but there was no way he’d take her advice when she was literally just as dysfunctional in that department as him. “nah, if i do end up with a boyfriend, she’ll find someway to ruin it with her constant status updates and instagram post.”

open starter : for everyone

karter watched as cassie, a little tipsy and adorned with remnants of a vibrant night, plopped down on the sofa. Her makeup remained intact, and the lingering traces of glitter shimmered on her tanned skin. With one leg tucked underneath her, she exuded an air of both exhaustion and exhilaration.

the  manner  in  which  karter’s  voice  booms  out  into  the  room  they’re  in,  demands  dominance.  and  although  he’s  all  for  a  back  and  forth  battle  in  which  they  climb  that  mountain;  it’s  incredibly  hard  for  him  to  not  want  to  submit. to  give  into  everything  that  them  male  opposite  claims  he  can  be. “  can  you  do  that?  ”  tyler  questions,  teeth  clamping  down  on  his  bottom  lip. “  i’ll  be  the  judge  of  that… ” they  tangle  within  each  other  both  figuratively  and  literally,  whispers  of  chuckles  barely  audible  as  he  took  a  moment  to  glance  at  the  mess  they’d  left  in  their  chaotic  wake. it  was  something  he  could  get  used  to.

karter's voice reverberated through the room, commanding dominance and leaving no room for doubt. the back and forth banter with tyler fueled his desire for a passionate exchange, the urge for tyler’s eventual surrender was great. he wanted nothing more than for the male to allow himself to embrace the moment of pure sexual gratification.

tyler had been enjoying the game they were playing with each other, two co-stars who had personalities that could either collide and clash. or mend beautifully, they’d been walking the fine line between the both up until now. when the energy in the room had changed.

karter's mind buzzed with electric anticipation as he delved deeper into their passionate encounter. this game they had been playing, the dance between collision and harmony, had reached a crescendo, and the room seemed to fade away, leaving only tyler in his field of vision.

tyler didn’t exactly expect karter to turn back around, and he was more than prepared to go on about his day. although he itched for the attention, especially because karter had riled him up to this point. the halting of the other male only widened that smile, and he watched closely as he came closer and closer. “ really? i have a hard time believing that you can fuck me into submission, considering just one comment had you retreating to the fuckin’ shadows.” comment after comment, sly and with the intent of pushing his buttons where he could. there were a few steps backwards as karter came forth, backing up until his back was pressed against a wall. one he’d intentionally backed them up towards, setting the scene. “ so the translation is, you kiss up to your fans. mine kiss up to me, so i don’t have to do more press than i want to. sounds like you’re building a fanbase, opposed to my established one. ” his breath hitched, karter making it more difficult to not want to be railed… “ i’m confident i’d want more than you could give. ” his palm reached out to brush against karter’s, before a grasp on his forearm tugged him closer. “ so what are we doing, then? huh? ”

karter felt a surge of satisfaction as tyler reacted to his unexpected decision to turn back around. he had been prepared to continue about with his day, but the fact that tyler had managed to rile him up to this point made Karter crave the attention even more. The sight of Tyler halting in his tracks only fueled Karter's growing excitement, and he observed with a mix of anticipation and amusement as he slowly approached him.

immediately, he could tell he struck a nerve. he hadn’t meant it with any negative intent, of course… just to rile karter up, and there’s a sparkle in his eyes when he feels the energy in the room shift. his gaze narrows aswell, challenging the male opposite as he reclined into the couch coushins he’d been lounging in. “ didn’t ask for an olive branch to fuck you, did i ask to fuck you? think you’re hearing shit, buddy. ” his fists tensed at the cushion’s he sat on. “ a man of my stature? oh so you’re a bottom. man of your stature bottoming? what a fuckin’ shame, since we’re gonna pick at each others stature. what are we, in fuckin’ high school? ” he scoffed, shaking his head a few times. “ you have the bigger fanbase and more fan engagement? don’t know what polls you’re reading. but that’s just no fuckin’ true. ” he rose up and then was brushed into, his jaw tensed and he figured he’d let karter go. but he doesn’t need drama, yet. “ really struck a nerve, huh? if you’re so fuckin’ confident, then chill out. things were just getting good. ”

he wanted to just walk away and return to studying his lines but this guy just didn’t know when to shut up. but, there was a part of him that was attracted to this. the fact that tyler wasn’t backing down and matching his wit, it was alluring. he liked being challenged. his sneakers squeaked against the tile floor as he paused after hearing tyler mention things were just getting good between them. “you know what?” he said with a quick pause, turning on his heels to stare over at the attractive male, “i’m not a bottom. i’ll bottom if i feel like it but i prefer fucking my men into submission. and are you seriously saying that because i’m tall that i can’t bottom cause that’s incredibly idiotic.” he followed his words by taking a few steps closer to the male. “you don’t do half of the press junkets or interviews that i do, tyler. the fans love me because i take the time to engage with them. so, yes, it’s fucking true.” he rose a hand up and brushed a few strands of tyler’s hair from his face. there really wasn’t any need for drama, especially since he wasn’t exactly looking to hate the other. though, hate sex is the best kind of sex. “i’m confident that i’d paint my bedroom with your body before leaving you a sweat-soaked mess on my mattress. just like i’m confident that you want it just as much as i do.”

“Maybe not yours, but mine keep me very warm. Especially my constant fuck buddies. Mafe’s bed is very, very warm,” she bragged, tossing her long hair over her shoulder. Mafe was one of her repeat fuck buddies who she didn’t mind sleeping over with. Hell, she probably spent too much time to the woman, but she was magnetic. “I’m sure you could convince the producers to keep them on a little longer. You are incredibly charming,” she pointed out, resting her arm on his shoulder. “It wouldn’t be all sex and no feelings if you would tell them how you feel. How are they supposed to know you like them? Telepathy?” Aline knew his bad habit with men just like he knew hers. “PR relationships are so weird. You’re not going to actually do it, right?”

“see, this is why you portray kathy so well. and you know i can see through that bullshit, right?” he boasted, fingers combing through his dishwater blonde locks. he grinned when heard the name mafe, the name sounding familiar to him only due to their constant late night conversations. truthfully, karter knew that ali was fooling everyone else into thinking she was happy with her current situation but he knew the truth. “i am charming, aren’t i?” he agreed, “are you really coaching me about to get into a relationship? ms. scared of commitment? the minute a guy or girl gets too close, you drop them like new single. maybe tear down the barb wire around your heart and let someone love you.” his usual coaching rearing its ugly head, “no, i’m not going to do it. the sex would dry as hell and i’m not about to have weak climaxes cause she wants more money in her pocket.”

tyler sits there in amusement, mostly at the fact that not only was he seamlessly matching karter’s energy. but it was being returned. and he was never one to not seize an opportunity to run his mouth. there was an exaggerated guilty shrug of his shoulders as he reclined further into his seat. what karter says next has him tilt his head, a gentle shake of it coming before he kissed his teeth. “ coming from the guy boasting about his sexual prowess, not even five seconds ago? ” tyler nodded his head a few times. “ bit ironic, isn’t it? believe it or not, i’m a hands on learner. words mean fuck all. anyone can speak, most people can’t last as long as i need them to. guys like you. ” he retorts, his eyes looking karter over once more before snatching the script right out of his hands with entitlement. “ right, you’re more of a background character. ” he noted, shit eating grin as wide as ever.

if there was ever a time he wanted to hit a co-star, it was now. a background character? karter had worked his ass off over the course of the series to stand out, even with the shitty writing and the lack of direction for his character. who the fuck was he to call him a background character? his eyes narrow, arms folding over his muscular pecs. this was war now cause he definitely wasn’t about to let him disrespect his craft in such a manner. “boasting isn’t the word i’d use. just because i was talking about it doesn’t mean there was an olive branch for you to fuck me.” karter rolled his eyes, “i could give you a map to my prostate and you’d still miss the mark. i highly doubt a man of your stature could measure up to the competition. and for the record, i don’t have an off switch, you could rail me all night and i’d ask for more.” he fires back, his hand reaching out to snatch the script back for his entitled hands. “background character with bigger fanbase and more fan engagement. aren’t you supposed to be one of the main stars of the series and you’re dead last in the popular character poll? sounds like you’re not doing your job to me.” he stated, brushing past him while carelessly bumping him with his shoulder.

as he typically does upon his first encounter with anyone new, he sizes them up. eyes trailing up and down his body, analyzing him — trying to understand his motives, if there were any. and whether they were positive or negative. the confidence that radiates from the male opposite is intriguing, however. his bottom lip is caught between his teeth for a moment, and his tongue trails across them. “ many have tried and not succeeded? ” he laughs again. “ nobody’s me. so that’s just a pointless fuckin’ comparison to make, isn’t it. ” it was much less a question, than it was a statement. his hand waved as if to say he remembered. “ tyler, that’s me… yeah. right, no we haven’t been on together yet. probably because you’re behind on that script, huh? ”

the boldness of tyler’s response made karter’s ears perk up. for as long as he had been on set, he hadn’t met anyone who could match his energy. karter had confidence for days and it showed not only on screen but off as well. he knew he was attractive, rich, and popular. most men killed to be in the same room with him but there was something about tyler that he just knew that none of that was going to matter to him. honestly, it made him even more attractive. a scoff of amusement poured from his pink lips followed by a quick tilt of his head. “it was a simply slip of the tongue but you capitalized on the opportunity to be a dick about it.” he chuckles softly, “nobody’s you? i’ve seen many guys like you. all talk then major disappointment.” it was his attempt to bruise his ego. his eyes traveling up and down the male’s slightly slender frame while flashing his signature flirty grin. “i’m not that behind. half the script is about ella and samuel. i’d rather not bore myself with scenes that i’m going to watch being filmed later on.”

𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, he tilted his sunglasses up a little bit as to catch a better glimpse of the male speaking. it brought a rather subtle chuckle out of him, before his eyes followed the line of males walking out. karter made a good point, because tyler caught himself staring endlessly in appreciation. “ can’t really blame you, being on a set like this? i’d have been through half the cast already, probably. but feel free to drop your urges on me, i can handle you. ” a smirk comes to his face, before he finally caught a glimpse of karter. “ nah man, i’m just popping in before i head home. thought i’d see what’s up. you’re karter, right? ”

intrigued, his orbs shifted upwards as the sunglasses moved on the male’s face. from what he could see, this guy was incredibly alluring. there was shirtless guys all around him but now his attention had been called away. the chuckle from the other caused one to erupt from his own, followed back a shy little rub to the skin of the back of his neck. it was weird but when the man’s eyes shifted to observe the other males around them, a little fire started brewing in his chest. was it possible he was jealous? no, they had just met . . . it wouldn’t be right for those kind of feelings to be manifesting already. “i mean it’s not like it’s always like this. besides, my manager has been riding me about not mixing business with pleasure . . . not that i’m listening. oh, you can handle me? many have tried, not have succeeded.” a grin graces his features, “yeah, i’m karter, wait . . . you’re tyler, right? we’re on the same show but i don’t think we’ve shared the screen together yet.”

“But that does make the one night stands so much easier,” Ali pointed out, wiggling her fingers at one of them that was leaving now. Clearly Palmwood found attractiveness pretty important when it came to the shows. “Don’t you mean a casting couch like in those awful pornos,” she teased, bumping her arm against Karter’s. She outright laughed as he eyed up more guys like he was at a dessert bar and they were the last piece of chocolate cheesecake. Probably the same way she looked at some of the men and women herself. “Like I’m not used to it. Unfortunately I don’t have anyone on my speed dial that is your type right now, so I guess we’ll have to go out and find you someone.”

“one night stands don’t always keep you warm at night, ali.” karter retorted with grinning, watching her wave at one guy in particular as he exited out the lobby. sex appeal wasn’t a huge selling point for their show but that didn’t stop the studio from casting the most beautiful people on the planet. “no, they’d make me feel like some harvey weinstein creep. besides, in order for it to work as a casting couch, i’d have to have the ability to get them a better role and i don’t have that kind of power.” he sighed, rolling his eyes as she bumped him with her arm. hearing her laugh triggered one of his own, it was main thing he loved about being around her. her laugh as made everything better, even when he felt like shit at times. he knew that both has bad luck when it comes to getting into relationships, though their reasonings were on opposite sides of the spectrum. “yeah, you know that’s not going to end well, right? it’s going to be months of passionate sex and then nothing. it’s like these guys are incapable of seeing how much of a desirable catch i am. not the mention, my mom has been breathing down my neck about forming some kind of power couple for more exposure.”