Ready for My Close-Up - Sex Stories

Ready for My Close-Up

Ethan knocked on Jake's door. While he waited, he shifted his weight, and moved the six pack of bottles from one hand to another. He was feeling nervous, more nervous than he expected.

He had come over to practice a scene with Jake: they were in a movie together, and there was a scene coming up where they had to be -- intimate. The director had taken them aside and suggested they rehearse the scene on their own before they rehearsed it on set. Ethan felt like this was a good idea, and he was relieved when Jake readily agreed.

Jake opened the door. He was wearing a tank top with some sweatpants. Ethan felt a little overdressed with his jeans and button-up shirt.

"Hey buddy! Come on in."

"Thanks!" Ethan said.

He walked in. Jake's place was impressive -- big open spaces and beautiful wood floors.

"This place is crazy!" Ethan said. "The studio only gave me a bachelor in a condo."

"The perks of being a star, I guess," Jake said as he led Ethan down a short hallway, past the marble and steel in the kitchen through to the expansive, two-storey living room. The large sliding glass doors fronted onto a darkened backyard.

"Really?" Ethan said. "It must be all that superhero money."

"I'm kidding of course," Jake said. "I'm in a shitty condo, too. I just rented this AirBnb for the week we have off." He walked into the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?"

"I brought some beer." He placed the six pack on the counter.

"That's cool, but I thought we'd ...

... start off with a shot of something. I've got some bourbon."

"A shot?" Ethan said. "I don't want to get too fucked up."

"We've got all week off," Jake said. "And besides, it'll help with the scene."

Jake pulled out two short glasses. He opened a bottle of bourbon and poured out healthy splashes in each.

"Here you go," he said, passing the booze to Ethan. Ethan smelled it. He wasn't a big bourbon or whiskey fan, so it smelled like poison.

Jake held out his glass.

"Bottoms up!"

They clinked glasses and downed them.

Ethan started coughing.

"God, that was fucking awful."

Jake laughed. "I thought it was pretty tasty. But it's okay. The hard part's done." He slapped Ethan's back.

Ethan opened one of his beers and took a sip. The froth managed to wash the burning sensation away.

"Let's go sit in the living room. Put the beers in the fridge so they don't get warm."

After putting the beer away, they settled themselves in the living room: Jake in the plush white couch, Ethan in a nearby armchair.

Ethan looked at his phone. He felt butterflies in his stomach. Maybe if he just pushed his way through, he'd be able to do it.

He pulled up the script.

"Okay," he said, "Where do you want to start going through the scene?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Jake said. "Let's not get right into it. Here, pick up that controller."

He pointed out a nearby controller on the coffee table. He began scrolling through options on the TV screen facing them.

"What ...