5

"Come on Mike, stop playing around." you say to your boyfriend, who was playing around with the wolf mask. The two of you were in his dressing room trailer alone, he finally decided to take a break. The chatter of the crew can be heard outside.

"What? It's just a costume. You don't like it?" he takes it off, "Come over here." he gestures to the couch in the trailer taking a seat and making space for you right next to him.

"I mean.. I think I like you without it more." he smiles shyly as you take a seat next to him. He wraps his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer into his side.

"Yeah?" He asks, you cock your head to the side to look at him,

"Yeah. You know I really liked the scene where you're like, "You were scared weren't you? Yeah you were scared."" He giggles quietly, his thumb starts to rub circles into your shoulder.

"I wish it was you I was talking to instead." he looks over to you, meeting your eyes as he feels you reach for his free hand playing with his fingers.

"Yeah?" It's his turn to cock his head to the side, he hums before placing a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Yeah." you look taken aback at the sudden peck. The two of you look at each other for a short moment before you're leaning back in and kissing him more passionately. Your hand stops playing with his fingers, coming to fist his jacket to deepen the kiss. He hums in delight,

"You're gonna mess up..." He pants as he tries to get his words out in the kiss. "My makeup..." you hum pulling back slightly eyes blown as a pout sits on your face.

"Can't they just fix it?" its his turn to pout as he looks at you, opens his mouth to reply before he closes it. Eyes darting to your lips before looking back into your eyes before he sighs. His hands coming to your hips to pull you impossibly closer, lips coming back into contact with yours. More passionate and hungry. You close your eyes, your hand making purchase on his hair, tugging lightly as you reciprocate that same hunger. You make your way to sit in his lap, this causes him to groan. He tilts his head back, breaking the kiss. You move to kiss on his neck. His hands move to cup your ass.

“You’re killing me...” he murmurs lowly, you hum in response. You start to suck on a particular spot on his neck. He inhales sharply. He thinks about stopping you from leaving a mark, but when you look up at him for silent permission it disappears. With his hands on your ass, he starts to move you back and forth against his crotch. You whine pulling back to look at him,

"Mikey... thats not fair." you pout, moving your body with him. "You still have to go back on set." He hums,

"You started it. Just rub against me for a bit yeah?" your pout stays on your face. He just leans back letting you do the work as you start rubbing back and forth. He bits his lip, "There you go, doing so good for me." He squeezes your ass, it's his turn to dip his head into your neck, kissing your jaw before moving to your neck. Your hands still in his hair tug slightly causes him to bite your neck not hard but enough to feel it. You gasp still grinding back and forth against him. He moves down from your neck to your collarbone peppering kisses. He moves one of his hands under your shirt to rub your nipple with his thumb.

"Oh Michael..." you whine, hips stuttering as you continue grinding. "Close..." he taps your ass as encouragement.

"Come on make a mess for me hm? I promise to clean it up later." He moves his hand from your nipple to your chin, tilting your head up to press a deep kiss to your lips, biting down on your bottom lip. You moan into his mouth, coming down with a soft sigh. His hand grips your ass, helping you ride out your high. "There you go... mhm.." he pulls back to look at you now that you're fully calmed, he smiles at how dazed you are. "Did so good for me, you know that?" you give a dopey smile, eyes feeling heavy, opening your mouth to speak you're cut off by a knock;

"Mr. Jackson! Are you ready to come back on set?" Michael glances behind you to the door,