Already Written (Hollywood Exchange #1)

by Xavier Neal

  Pierce flops his computer down beside him and stretches out. “Nothing wrong with writing in bed nor your tank top. I love the view.”

  Glancing down, I notice the perfect cleavage shot he's receiving.

  Embarrassment fills my face as he says, “Nottie, you know how sexy I think you are.”

  He tells me all the time. It's like he can't help himself. Over the last three weeks, during every one of our computer conversations, he mentions it. He also tells me I'm beautiful, how much he misses me, and how he's counting down the days until he can kiss me again. It's all very love story mushy. I don't know how I've made it this long not screwing things up. Via texts I do better because I can think before I send, but during our phone calls and video ones, I'm as clumsy at the mouth as ever. Last week I even laughed until I snorted like a pig. I know! And he's still here! I'm wondering what might be wrong with him...

  Casually, I change the subject. “All done filming for the day?”

  He yawns while nodding. “Sixteen hours.”

  “I can't imagine having to do that.”

  “It takes a little bit to get used to. I remember when we were filming the first season and I pulled in my first twenty one hours of filming.”

  “Shut up! Twenty one hours!”

  “Yeah. Erick didn't wanna drop the momentum of the scene.”

  “How the hell did you stay awake that long? Those nasty green bean iced milkshakes?”

  “Green tea,” he corrects on a chuckle. “And honestly? Looking back on it now, it was just the adrenaline from finally making headway in my career.” Pierce pauses and a nostalgic look flutters onto his face. “Back in those days not one of us were thinking awards or conventions. We were all just determined to build the best show we possibly could.”

  With curiosity clearly in my tone, I question, “Is it not like that anymore?”

  “Depends on the day.”

  Not enjoying the tension now in his hazel eyes, I shift the conversation. “How much more do you have to go before you're done for this season?”

  “Another couple days of shooting and re-shooting for the actual show before a few weeks of filming promotional spots. We'll do heavy promotional marketing closer to the time of the actual launch,” he explains with such an empty tone it makes me wonder if he even loves what he does any more. “What about you? What are you doing?”

  “Well I was editing before someone popped onto my screen.”

  My teasing makes him smirk. “I'm not even sorry.” Pierce yawns again and questions, “What were you working on?”

  “Just editing a story about a sexy investment banker.”

  “And...”

  “And what?”

  “Tell me about the scene. Is it hot?”

  Hearing him say the word raises my temperature. Instead of answering his question, I watch his eyes drift down the front of my shirt to the vision accidentally presenting itself for him. I giggle, “Do you really wanna know?” When his eyes lift back up, I point out, “Looks like your attention is elsewhere.”

  Pierce wets his lips slowly. “Do you blame me?”

  “I-I-I don't know....” My heart starts to beat a little faster while I watch him attempt to adjust himself. The sight of his hand gripping himself even briefly makes a small sigh slip out. “Are you...are you hard right now?”

  His heavy hooded eyes fill with heat. “Yes.”

  Instantly my body sinks further into my bed, all thoughts of commas, rewrites, and deadlines now non-existent.

  Do you have any idea how much easier this would be for me to write in a book? Couple sexy, witty lines and off clothes would come and women would be masturbating to this scene. Yet what's happening in reality? I'm frozen in awkward, uncomfortable fear. Welcome to my nightmare....

  In a husky voice he asks, “What are you thinking?”

  Rather than make an even bigger fumbling mess of myself, I shrug.

  “Tell me,” he demands, his hand sliding down towards his crotch again, however this time it lingers. “Better yet tell me, if I was that investment banker, what would you be writing? What would happen to my character right now if he was with his girlfriend?”

  “She'd take your shirt off,” I effortlessly answer.

  Instinctively, the reaction is to back track, to undo the crossed boundary but before I can, Pierce leans up and rips off the article of clothing. “And now what? What would she do to me next?”

  The smooth exposed flesh floors my mouth. Every carved out curve of muscle looks hand chiseled and perfect as if someone's only job in life is to follow him around to insure that.

  “Minka,” he whispers and re-angles the computer. “What would you write for your heroine to do next?”

  The word write triggers something in my brain to bypass all programmed functions and answer, “She'd run her hands slowly down your chest, grazing each and every muscle like they were her last beacon of hope.” Pierce's hand guides across the area, which is when I push further. “She'd travel her hands down to your crotch and teasingly run her hand across it.” The sight of him arching into his touch as if it were mine creates an unfamiliar pang in my pussy. After whimpering, my instructions start again. “She'd unbuckle your belt, undo your jeans, and slide her hand inside to satisfy the urge streaming through your eyes.”

  Pierce's hand does what I described and the second he grips his own cock a deep groan leaks out.

  Holy shit...are we really doing this? Live porn!

  His moans echo from the speakers of my computer. Quickly, I rush to mute the T.V., the sound of his erotic breathing, the only thing I need to hear.

  My voice chokes as I continue, “She'd pull you out of your jeans and start to stroke.” Swiftly, Pierce frees his dick. Disbelief pushes my body forward, desperate to drink in the God like vision that feels like it's millions of miles away.

  Might as fucking well be...

  He moves his hand slowly up and down his shaft until I command, “Faster.”

  Pierce grips tighter. His hand begins to jerk rapidly, eyes shutting, lost in the euphoria of pretend. A slew of grumbles and feverish curses fly out of him until he begs, “Can I come baby?”

  The power from the phrase soaks my already soaked panties past the point of no return. Somehow I manage to demand in sexy voice, “Yes. Come for me now.”

  Savagely, he roars as a fierce eruption comes from his cock coating his hand and the abs I've dreamt about feeling since we met.

  His dick too, but I wasn't gonna mention it!

  I silently wait until his breathing begins to steady and his eyes manage to flutter back open. He shifts his face to look at mine. “You're a damn good writer...”

  Playfully, I giggle. “Thanks.”

  With a low chuckle, he gives the miraculous mess another glance. “Um...I should...um...clean this up.”

  “Probably.”

  “Should probably hit the sack too.”

  On a sweet hum I agree again, “Probably...”

  He lets out a low sigh, “But I'm not ready to say goodnight to your beautiful face.”

  His ability to shift from sexual to sensual only turns me on more. “It'll be here tomorrow or whenever we get to talk next.”

  “Promise?”

  “Promise.”

  Pierce gives me one more long look. “Counting the days, nottie...”

  “Me too.”

  Our eyes linger for one more final moment before the camera shuts off and the manuscript I couldn't even work through if I had to turn it in tomorrow reappears.

  He's sexy, spontaneous, and sweet. Is willing to speak 'my' language to make me comfortable. It's unreal. What exactly am I bringing to the table again? You know what? Don't answer that. Let's save me any further humiliation than I'm already feeling from cyber jerking off my possible boyfriend. Should I be embarrassed or proud I just made a T.V. superstar come from my words? I'm thinking proud...

  Pierce

  Sitting down on the sofa in my trailer, I listen to C
aroline continue to finish her call.

  She came in to announce something, which always worries me. Calendar updates and new additions to my schedule are the last thing I'm in the mood to hear about. It's already been an extra week and it feels like an extra year. Being in a long distance relationship is difficult as it is without unplanned events making it even harder to connect. Between both our crazy hours it's damn near a miracle we have time to talk at all. Thankfully, Minka is committed to making this work just as much as I am.

  I check my vibrating phone.

  Scott: I'll be there. Just that night. Have to be in Dallas the next day for a recording. Thanks for the invite. It'll be good to see Preston's big ass bobble head.

  With a chuckle, I reply back.

  Me: I think it's gotten bigger.

  “Got it, Paul,” Caroline agrees before she hangs up. The moment the phone is down she pins me with an annoyed expression. “You want the bad news or the bad news?”

  I drop my phone on the couch next to me and open my lap top up on the coffee table in my trailer. “Whichever way gets you out of my trailer the fastest.”

  She glares.

  “Nothing personal. Just haven't gotten the chance to talk to my girlfriend-”

  Joy jumps on her face. “Girlfriend?”

  “Girlfriend,” I repeat. “We haven't said more than hello, I miss you, goodbye in the past three days. So, I'd like to see if I can squeeze some time in before the closing cast dinner. What's the news?”

  “Well,” she sighs and grips her tablet closer. “There's been another week added to your promotional roster at the end of your time off.”

  Not surprised, I ask, “What's the other bad news?”

  “The filming schedule has also been changed. Instead of having eight weeks off you have six, with promotional rotation starting the last two, actually resulting in four weeks off.”

  My jaw begins to tick.

  “I know, Pierce. I know! But there's nothing I can do about it. You know how all this shit goes. Nothing is ever in stone until the last minute. Erick's planning for more lavish locations since it's in the budget, which is affecting the filming schedule. Plus, there's talk of international conventions, a few international interviews, and possible photo-shoots. Changes from domestic to foreign are also going to affect how we travel for marketing. I.E. Your time off is cut. Be thankful it was only cut in half.”

  I'm so sick of this bullshit. Two months off is never two months off. Fuck, I don't even remember the last time I had a solid two months to simply just exist. No. There's always a magazine or a radio or a convention. Something. The word no is one I have to reserve for emergencies or threaten tanking my career. Welcome to high life. Cost? Normality. Stability. Tranquility.

  Caroline continues, “By the way, I had to add in a late lunch meeting for you tomorrow with Paul. There are a couple potential film deals he would like to discuss.”

  I don't respond.

  Her face scrunches in worry. “Please say something.”

  I don't.

  “Come on, Pierce. You know how this business is. It never sleeps and you work for it more often than it'll ever work for you.” She looks down at her buzzing phone again and sighs, “Damn it. I have to answer this. It's Eddie.”

  With an usher of the hand, I dismiss her at the same time she answers.

  Rage continues its romp through my system as I hit the icon to place a call. Flopping back against the seat, I pray the only person I know can put a smile on my face, answers this call.

  Suddenly, the screen on the other end is shaky, and Minka's face appears. “Hey!”

  “Hey nottie,” I call back while my eyes swallow up the sight of her in a white towel with damp hair. Arousal replaces anger as I imagine how beautiful her tits probably are underneath the cloth. How soft they would feel in my hands. How much teasing her nipples could take before she would be begging me to bend her over to take her. Stifling a groan, I pull the computer into my lap. “Am I interrupting something?”

  “Kinda,” she giggles and places the screen down. “Was taking a bath.”

  I wink. “Don't let me stop you.”

  Minka gives me a sarcastic expression. “You want me to talk to you while I'm in the bathtub?”

  “Hey, if you're cool with it so am I,” my cocky response makes her smirk.

  “Okay.” She nods and backs up slowly. With a seductive look, she pulls the zebra print shower curtain closed, slips behind it, and seconds later opens it back up, her body submerged in water and bubbles. “Ta dah!”

  Chuckling, I say, “Clever.”

  “I'd like to think so.”

  “It is however now my least favorite magic trick of all time.” After observing the large tub, the toiletry bottles in the corners, and the book clearly waiting to be read, I state, “You look amazing in bubbles, baby.”

  “You just say that because you wanna see what's under them.”

  “I do, but that's doesn't change the fact you look beautiful like that.”

  She sinks lower into the water. “I think you look beautiful.” Realizing what she said isn't exactly what she meant she rushes to correct, “I mean handsome. You look great. You always look great. You never look not great.”

  Her babbles make my smile grow wider. “Glad to know you're just as attracted to me as I am you.”

  Minka blushes as she smirks.

  “Sorry to interrupt your bath. I had a moment and thought I'd try to see your face.”

  “Well it's wet.” She pushes up her falling glasses. “But I've missed your face too. How is everything?”

  “Same shit, different day,” I grumble.

  “What's bothering you?”

  “What makes you think something is wrong?”

  “The way the side of your forehead thumps. It only does that when you're pissed about something.”

  Flattered, she's taking the time to learn more than just my favorite color or how I like my eggs, I smile softly. “I don't wanna talk about it. The only thing I wanna do is get lost in your gorgeous brown skin, your even more gorgeous brown eyes, and your stunning laugh.”

  Sounds cheesy but I mean every goddamn word.

  Minka shakes her head. “You're way too charming to not be reading off a script.”

  I shrug. “Just telling the truth. Other than this jackass ruining your bath, how's your day been? You turn in those edits yet?”

  “Yesterday,” she answers, toying with the bubbles. “Now the Betas have it and I'm working on promotional stuff for a different release, which is not my favorite thing.”

  “Tell me about it,” I mumble.

  “You excited about your dinner tonight?”

  With another shrug I answer, “Not really. It's a bittersweet thing. Very glad we're wrapping it up, but Mikey and Jeanna won't be back next season, so it'll suck to say goodbye to them. After filming a season people become like family and it hurts to let 'em go.”

  Minka's face softens. “I'm sorry, babe. Are you gonna be okay?”

  Her concern for my well-being replants my smile. “Yeah. I'll be fine. We'll catch up at a few promotional events for the new season and after that we'll probably try to get together again. Have drinks or something when we're in the same town.”

  “Good!” She adjusts herself in the bubbles again.

  This time the tops of her tits bounce in the water in such a teasing way, my cock thumps against the machine.

  A couple weeks ago, I did something I had never done before when I jerked off in front of her. Don't get me wrong. I've pretended to screw chicks on camera many times, but I've never done anything like that before. The combination of confidence and innocence about the whole thing was impossible to resist. I'm fucking turning blue while counting down the days until I see her. Even if we don't screw right away, just her hands on my skin will be enough.

  Minka playfully says, “See something you like?”

  “Everything,” I helplessly reply.

  She snickers
, scoops a handful of bubbles, and blows them towards me. After I smirk, she questions, “Can you be more specific?”

  I wet my lips while contemplating the appropriate answer.

  What's the least sleazy way to say, 'let me get a peak at those tits?' Is there one?

  Attempting to be clever, I state, “You know if this were a scene in a television show it might fade to black...”