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“Guys, please! It’ll take like one weekend, four days, tops. I wanna blow my film class away.” Josh pleaded, hands folded together. He’d been talking about this film since February. It was almost October now. It was a love story between two serial killers, leaving little love messages with dead bodies.

“I mean, I’ve got no other plans.” You spoke, looking towards Sam. He almost didn’t want to by the looks of him. Josh’s eyes were filled with hope. He just wanted to make the film perfect. You and Sam were already comfortable with each other, it would surely be easy to force a love story between the two of you. Sam caved, agreeing to star in the movie alongside you.

“Yes! Thank you. You won’t regret it!” Josh basically skipped away, hopping into his car. You laughed at his eagerness in comparison to Sam’s reluctance.

“C’mon, Sammy, it’ll be fun, don’t be such a downer! I bet he’ll make you one of my victims.” You shoved your elbow playfully into his side. He wasn’t going to tolerate that, oh no he was not, throwing you over his shoulder. You yelped, soon after laughter followed. You wrapped your arms around Sam’s waist as he carried you up the stairs into his room. He threw you down on his bed and laid fake punches on you.

“If he makes me the serial killer,” he ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll make you my first.”

“Maybe we’re both the serial killers.” You responded, looking up at him with your elbows supporting your body. “Maybe we have to pretend we’re in love with each other.”

“Gross, you smell bad, I don’t wanna be in love with you.”

“I do not smell bad, you asshole. And you don’t have to be in love with me, you just gotta make it look like it. Pretend I’m like fucking Grace from Bio or some shit.” He laughed at you, sitting at his headboard. You moved to sit closer to him, laying your head in his lap. “I’ll pretend you’re Spencer Reid, Lord knows I don’t have to fake being in love with that man. The things he could do to me.”

“That’s gross, Y/N.”

“Oh, whatever. You remember the time you forced me and Danny to listen to the ENTIRE story of how you lost your virginity?” You asked, looking up at his accusatory. “TWICE?”

“I did not.” You rolled your eyes, leaving your comfy spot in his lap to find the television remote.

“Sam, I’m not even going to argue with you.” You threw the remote at him, almost hitting him in the head with it. “Throw on a fucking movie.”

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The October breeze that greeted you once you stepped out of your house was harsh, uninviting. You pull your sweater closer to your body as your backpack filled with clothes sits at your feet. If only Josh could drive a little faster. You sit on your phone in wait, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram, liking any posts you could see. You stumbled across one Sam posted recently, looking outward off the ridges of a mountain range. His side profile always blew you away. How could someone so fucking annoying be that pretty?

Josh pulled up, rolling his window down and called out to you. It snapped you out of your daze, throwing your bag over your shoulder. Climbing into the seat behind Josh’s, Sam looks sleepy in the passenger seat. “You excited to film?”

“Yes!” Josh answered, his enthusiasm dripping in everything he did. He basically peeled out of your driveway, jolting you backwards into your seat. “I’ve already filmed most of the other scenes, the ones with a few of my friends posing as the dead bodies. We just have to film all of your guys’ scenes.”

“Sweet.”

“You brought a swimsuit like I asked you to, right?”

“Yeah, not sure why you asked though.”

“You guys sort of have a sex scene, but I didn’t want to subject you to full nudity. Swimsuits cover everything while still giving off the appearance of being naked.” Sam woke up from his sleepy daze with the mention of a sex scene with you. Josh assured the both of you that it would be incredibly brief and they wouldn’t even actually have to have fake sex, just an elongated makeout session.

“I’m pretending you’re Spencer Reid for sure now.” You chuckled, Sam glaring at you. If it were up to him, you two wouldn’t even have a sex scene at all.

But this was for Josh. He would do anything for Josh. As would you. The inseparability of the four boys and you was insane. When you befriended Sam, you two were in kindergarten. Pesky little four and five year olds who loved nothing more than to cause a bit of mischief. Everyday at recess you would play together, this continuing on for years and years to come. When you were able to play with the bigger kids, the two of you would constantly run into the twins. Josh’s energy had matched the chaotic nature of yours almost too perfectly. You fit perfectly into the Kiszka family.

“Get situated and as soon as you put your shit in the room, let’s get started!” Josh practically ran into the little cabin he had driven you to. It was cute, little. The cabin itself was made of wood, a perfect little two bedroom, two bath house. It forced you and Sam to share a room, which you didn’t mind. You and Sam had shared a bed since you were little.

Josh came into the bedroom you two were unpacking your things in, holding up two piles of clothes. You barely caught them as he threw them towards you. “Change into these, I’ll give you your lines when you get downstairs.”

You threw your sweater onto the bed, shimmying off your pants to change into the ones he gave you. They were thrifted, a perfect tight, holy pair of jeans to get full of fake blood. The sweater he gave you to wear was almost too pretty to get rid of. You frowned slightly, not wanting to ruin how pretty the sweater was, but it was for Josh.

You didn’t wait for Sam, meeting Josh in the living room, him explaining a few of the scenes you’d be filming today to you. “Tomorrow, though, we’re going to go to town and go to a cute little coffee shop for the scene where you and Sam meet up as the two serial killers for the first time.”

“Awesome. You seem really excited about this.”

“I am, this thing is practically my baby at the moment.” He grabbed the papers he had stapled together for you and Sam to look over your lines. You read through some of the pages, your eyes stopping once they had found the sex scene you two would end up filming. The way you thought the scene would play out in your mind if it was real, not just a movie, wasn’t even considered porn. It was fucking art. Especially with the way Josh was writing it.

“Let’s get this thing started, yeah?” Josh asks, shaking you from the daze you were in. Sam had come down the stairs, dressed in almost the same thing as you. His pants were void of holes and his sweater had a button down shirt underneath, you could tell from the collar sticking out from the collar of the sweater. It was crooked though, you reached up to fix it for him.

The two of you followed Josh to where he wanted you two to be. “Alright, we’ll do Sam’s scenes first and then we’ll shoot yours, okay, Y/N?”

“Alright. Mind if I wander?”

“Not at all, just don’t go too far.” You nodded in response, walking back towards the house. You wanted to rummage through the cupboards, see if there were any coffee grounds. You eventually found a pot, instantly making yourself a cup.

You brought it with you as you wandered through the woods. The forest behind the cabin was thick, trees stretched for miles, blurring out the farther out you looked. This was the perfect place to film a horror movie. It was secluded, the next door neighbors were at least half of a mile to a mile away. The trees, though, were all beautiful with changing colors, some were more red than others, some more yellow. The evergreens stayed their brilliant color. The view in front of you was cinematic for sure. “Y/N!”

Your head snapped to where the voice was coming from. You walked towards it, finding Josh and Sam there. “We’ll have to wait till night to film the rest of his, so let’s do the first bit of yours first. You don’t have any lines, so you’re just gonna run around basically, looking frantically. I don’t want people to know you’re the other serial killer until the meeting in the coffee shop.”

“Alright. So, just run around looking innocent while you chase me with the camera?” You asked, taking your hair down from your ponytail. He nodded, helping you fix your hair as best he could.

Only Josh would make you run around for an hour, your body and lungs slightly tired from the harsh cold of the wind. “Alright. I’m gonna shoot some of the scenery, you and Sam can go back inside til dark.”

“Thanks, Josh.” You went back inside the cabin, leaving Josh by himself in the woods. You found Sam in the living room, guitar on his knee, pencil in his mouth. You grabbed it from him, putting it down on the table. “You’re not supposed to eat lead, Kiszka.”

“I just felt like tasting the graphite, gotta get that nutrition somewhere.” You rolled your eyes at him, smirking while doing so. Sam had a lot of fucking attitude all the time. You were sure by the second grade that the ‘s’ in his name stood for sass. The second one definitely stood for sarcasm.

“Play me something to pass the time?” You asked, feet tucked under Sam’s thigh. He looked over at you before he began to play his guitar. The melody of a familiar tune popped into your head. Sam had played it before, this time you could tell something was added to it. It was longer, prettier almost. The strumming of his fingers lulled you to sleep, your arms crossed over your stomach.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam’s voice came from nowhere, hands lightly shaking you awake. “Josh wants to film our scenes. Afterwards we can watch your favorite Halloween movie if you want.”

“You’ll actually watch Coraline with me and not pussy out?” Your voice was dripped in sleepiness, rubbing away as much of it from your eyes as you could. He laughed, extending his hand out to you to help you up from the couch.

“Last time we watched it was in sixth grade, Y/N. Give me some credit.” You rolled your eyes, ignoring him completely. You walked outside to find Josh, set up with some lighting a bit into the woods. Twigs snapped underneath your and Sam’s feet.

“After these scenes, we can all go inside and film the sex scene and knock it out so we can actually go home tomorrow afternoon. We still have to shoot the coffee shop scene, but I forgot my other homework back at home. You guys are cool with that right?” Josh spoke, slightly preoccupied with the lighting. 

“Yeah, whatever you wanna do, boss.” You joked, a sudden bubble of nerves coming to life underneath your skin.

He filmed some of the scenes with Sam first, Sam’s face illuminated both by the lighting he brought but also by the moonlight. His facial features were absolutely breathtaking under the moonlight. Yours were next, and while waiting, you tried to forget the scenes you would be filming after this. You tried so hard, but the thoughts of you two being in that position made your eyes clouded with lust.

“Y/N! Beautiful! Your scenes are going to look so fucking good, oh my God!” Josh yelled, jumping slightly in the cold. You smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Seriously, you fuckin’ nailed it, dude. Thank you. I could kiss you right now!”

“You do not have to do that.” You spoke, giving Josh a hug. The three of you laughed, heading back inside. You and Sam switched into your swimsuits, as Josh set up for the scenes. Admittedly, you were incredibly nervous about how this was going to go.

“You ready for this?” Sam asked, shouting through the door as he waited for you to finish. You tied the strings of your bathing suit and opened the door. His eyes glazed over, staring at every inch of your skin that he could. He thought you didn’t catch him, but you did; he licked his lips while looking at you.

“More than ready. Are you?” You asked, pushing past him and heading into the kitchen where Josh was. There was a blue tarp covering the kitchen floor, covered in fake blood. One of the chairs from the kitchen was tipped over towards the middle, duct tape cut and stuck to the chair to make it look like someone was tied up but had been cut loose. “Sam’s putting his suit on now. Anything you want me to do?”

“Yeah!” He reached inside of the duffel bag hidden behind the counter on the floor, pulling out a holster and a switchblade. You looked between him and the items in his hands. “Put this around your thigh, and put this in it. I’m gonna give you a long t-shirt to wear to hide it.”

“Am I using it on Sam?” You asked, doing the buckle.

“Yeah, you two are serial killers, Y/N. You like knife play and let’s wait for Sam so I can explain it once instead of twice. It’ll make sense, I promise.” You shrugged, shoving the switchblade inside of the holster. He handed you a large t-shirt, a worn out University of Michigan shirt. As soon as Sam’s in the kitchen with the two of you, Josh explains what you two will be doing. “So, you’ve both read the script and everything. I tweaked it last minute, so everything you read isn’t gonna happen anymore. It’s gonna be sexier now.”

Josh explained it to the two of you as simply as he could possibly put it. The idea of it seemed incredibly sultry, sexy and something you would even enjoy outside of the movie setting. You gulped nervously as Josh put you where he wanted the two of you to start. As soon as he yelled ‘action’, the two of you switched from your normal selves to the version Josh wanted.

“Scared?” He asks, body towering over yours. The knife he has sits comfortably in his hand, blade facing away from you. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, puppy dog eyes being exposed.

“You forget,” a smirk rising to your face. You pull a switchblade from its holster strapped tight against your thigh. You flicked it open, dragging the tip of the cold blade against his chest. “You’re not the only one here who plays with knives.”

He drops the blade next to him, clamoring on the floor as he grabs the back of your neck and brings your lips to his. The blade barely misses your feet by mere inches. The switchblade you held in your hand cuts his skin slightly, causing a hiss to come from his lips. You close it in front of him, placing it on the counter behind you. He grabs your hips, hoisting you onto the counter as well, settling himself between your legs. All that’s heard in the room is the sounds of heavy breathing, clashing skin and lips smacking together. He rips the shirt off of you, throwing it somewhere into the kitchen.

Your fingertips glide through his hair, tugging at the roots as his teeth bite your bottom lip. He moans as his head throws back, giving you access to his neck. You bite at the skin on the column of his throat, licking back up it, going over his adam’s apple. You smirk at him with an open mouth, cocky until his hand comes to wrap around your throat. The pressure he applies, mixed with the blood spatter on his face, sends a wave of pleasure through you. Your hand trails down his torso, wiping some of the blood off of your hands.

He stops your hands, grabbing one of your index fingers and sucking the blood off of them, staring into your eyes the entire time. You moaned when his tongue swirled around your finger, letting it go with a pop. You tugged him back into you by the waistband of his boxers, feverishly kissing him, slipping your tongue in his mouth. His hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling you to the edge of the counter, your core making contact with his erection. The fact that you could feel how big he was through his pants made you moan, slightly drooling at the thought of it in various holes.

“And cut!” Josh yelled, the two of you separating and breathing heavy. You turned towards Josh, who seemed to be super excited about the take you guys had. “Perfect! Beautiful! Thank you two so much. This is gonna look so sick. You guys pretend to fuck pretty well.”

“Thanks.” You breathed out, mostly heavy breathing from the way Sam was making you feel. In those moments, you had forgotten Josh was even there. You were ready for him to take you right then and there on that kitchen counter. The two of you stayed close together, for sure trying to keep Josh from seeing how hard Sam was.

“You two can go get washed up, I’ll clean up the kitchen.” You nodded, Sam helped you off the counter. The two of you walked into your room in silence, a sort of ‘almost sex’ induced haze between the two of you. Your throat felt dry when you finally reached the bedroom, looking through your bag for some of your pajamas you had brought.

“Did you want to shower together? I think this stuff might stain.” Sam broke the silence first, body facing towards you. “This way you can help me get this stuff off, and I can help you get it off.”

“Yeah.” You responded, your voice hoarse. You swallowed thickly, abandoning your clothes on top of the bed. You could just shower with your swimsuits on, right? Yeah, yeah you could.

Sam follows you into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He started the snower, turning the knob to warm water. The waiting was the worst part. The tension between the two of you was palpable, you could truly cut it with a knife. Your eyes focus on Sam's back noticing the half moon impressions left on his shoulders. You reached out to touch them, fingerps grazing them. Sam jumped slightly, turning his head to look at you over his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to leave marks.”

“It's okay.” He turned towards you, your heartbeat rising as his fingertips trail up your arms, hands cupping your cheeks. “I like them.”

His kisses now were different. They weren’t as demanding; they were patient, waiting for you to respond. Eagerly, you did; your hands found Sam’s waist, pulling his body closer to yours. His lips and tongue tasted like the fake blood, high fructose com syrup. His hands sild to your back fumbling with the strings of your swimsuit. Once they were undone, his hands explore the skin of your back. He hummed against your lips, feeling your hands undo the ties on his swim trunks, you forced them down his legs, hearing the material fall to the floor. 

You undid the strings behind your neck, letting your top join Sam's swimsuit on the floor. His eyes never left yours. You grabbed his hands, putting them on your skin. You sighed, the feeling of his fingers felt so good in contrast to your cold skin. His hands move from your breasts, mourning the loss of contact. His hands hook under your thighs, putting you on the bathroom counter.

His lips travel down your neck kissing down your breastbone. You moan as his tongue swirls  around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Your hand flies to the back of his head, pulling him further into you. His hand occupied the other breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers, pinching it. You hissed in pain, pleasure taking over. You wanted him closer, as close as you could possibly get him.

Your mind wandered, not being able to process that this was real - this was happening. The two of you had a silent agreement to not ask any questions, discuss what was happening after it happened, or maybe even in the morning. Nothing was as important to you than fucking Sam in any position he’d have you in.

He began to kiss lower, looking up at you to make sure you’d be okay with him removing your swimsuit bottoms. You just lifted your hips off the counter, moving them slightly so he’d get the hint. He did, immediately coaxing your legs open with his nose as soon as they were thrown behind him. Your attempts to keep your composure, keeping all of your moans behind your lips failed, a loose string of profanities falling from your lips as soon as Sam’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking lightly.

His finger slid through your folds easily, collecting your slick before making its way inside of you. You threw your head back moaning, Sam’s long, slender fingers filling you in ways your own couldn’t. He brushed against your cervix, and that coupled with his mouth occupying your clit, it was enough to start a fire.

Your hips moved ragged against his hand, eyes shutting as the bundle of pleasure in your lower stomach grew larger. “Mhm, so pretty. Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby. I love watching you like this.” You rode out your orgasm on his fingers, they made you dance in ways nobody ever has before. Sam’s voice was soft, “Look at me, baby, wanna see you.”

You looked into his eyes, drinking in how intently Sam was watching you. It made your orgasm even more intense, eating up the way he just fucking stared at you. He pressed kisses to the inside of your thighs, moving down more and more before pressing kisses to each of the insides of your knees. The sweetness within the way Sam was making you feel made you fucking lightheaded. He licked his fingers clean of your come, staring at you the entire time he did so.

You brought him up to kiss him again, tasting yourself in his mouth. You hummed, pulling him closer to you. “Fuck me, Sam, please.”

“Anything for you, sweet girl.” He mumbled against your lips, sliding his boxers down his legs. He grabbed his cock, moving up and down your slit. You gasped from how sensitive your clit was, bucking your hips into him. He lets out a small laugh before he gasps as he fully sits himself inside of you. He lets you adjust to his size, kissing just below your jawline. You shifted your hips, moaning.

The pace is slow at first, wanting to feel every inch of you wrapped around him. The two of you worked in sync, anytime he moaned, one slipped past your lips. You lost any sense of care the more Sam fucked you. You didn’t care how loud you were, if Josh could hear the two of you or not. 

Unbeknownst to you, Josh had always figured the two of you would get together at some point. There was nobody on this Earth Sam talked about the way he talked about you. He talked about you as if you made the sun shine and the birds chirp in the morning. It almost grossed him out how blind Sam was to how much he truly loved you, and what capacity it was in.

“So perfect, angelic human being. You’re fucking otherworldly.” His hand was loose around your jaw, but kept you looking at him. His eyes couldn’t leave yours, it was almost as if anytime he tried he would just end up looking right back at you. “You’re a fucking goddess.”

“Your goddess, Sammy. Yours.” You moaned back, Sam’s pace became the fastest it's been. The sudden change being brought about by you claiming to be his, giving yourself to him.

“Ugh, fuck, all mine.” The fire moved freely through your bloodstream, its path ending in your lower stomach. It burned bright, building and building. Your body reacted accordingly, jaw slack, mouth hung open with a brush of pleasure painted across your face. Your fingernails occupied Sam’s back and shoulders, clawing him closer, encouraging him to go harder, faster, more. You were right there, almost, almost. You whined, eyes screwing shut tighter and tighter. Your voice was whiny, pitchy as the flames finally bursted and turned into a full blown forest fire, “Holy fuck.”

Your thighs shook, breathing incredibly ragged and irregular. Your hips stilled, allowing you to fully feel Sam inside of you. “C’mon, Sammy. Fuck me harder, wanna feel you fill me up. Fill me with your cum, Sammy.”

“Oh God,” he moans into your shoulder, hands gripping your hips so tight there might be Sam’s fingerprint sized bruises there in the morning. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

When his hips begin to falter and his pace becomes uneven, you know he’s close. You coax him to the edge, tugging at the roots of his hair. He stills himself inside of you, filling you with his seed. He presses light kisses to your shoulder, waiting a minute before pulling out of you. “Guess we should shower now.”

“That water’s gonna be fucking cold.” You giggled, slapping Sam’s arm lightly as he set you back down on the bathroom floor.

“I’ll keep you warm, don’t worry.” He kissed your nose, going to turn the knob to the completely hot side. Once the two of you had stepped in, the water was warm against your skin. You hummed once he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the middle of your forehead.

“You wanna talk about what just happened or ignore it and just see where things go from here?” You asked, drawing circles on the skin of his chest, looking up at him.

“Let’s just see where this goes. I think I’m a good second best to Spencer Reid, yeah?” He looked at you with that goofy smile on his face, making you chuckle before kissing him. You could stay like this forever.

For the first time in a long time, Casey stirred awake in her bed without the help of an alarm clock. The sun was gently streaming in through the blinds, promising a perfect summer day. 

Through her post-wake up haze, she almost forgot that she wasn’t alone. 

Rafael was quite content being the little spoon, nestled happily in her arms. She took a minute to look at him, really look at him. 

This thing between them was new, so new that it didn’t feel real yet. For the past year, Casey tried really hard to limit the time she spent around him, even if it was painful. She had never been good at hiding her feelings. She didn’t necessarily want to be. The last thing she needed, however, was to make it obvious that she was hopelessly pining. So she kept her distance, for the sake of both of them. 

If she had paid attention, though, she would’ve noticed the way he lit up every time he saw her, the way he stared at her with longing, the way he noticed her in a crowd before anyone else. Maybe she would have realized that the pining wasn’t so hopeless after all. 

She didn’t want to think about that now, though. Not when she had everything she wanted right in front of her. 

Rafael slowly blinked his eyes open, stretching his arms out. “Are you staring at me?”

Casey pressed a tender kiss to the back of his head. “Hm, maybe.”

He turned to face her, a sleepy smile on his face. “Good.” 

They cuddled for a few more minutes, trading lazy kisses until Rafael gently pulled away. “Breakfast?” he asked. 

“Sure.”