Curious boy

Ravine's POV

I've given him the phone wherein I recorded their little show. He was panting as he places a passed out Miss Kitty on the bed and proceeds to edit it right away.

"There. You can send it now." He edits it under a minute. He even blurs the faces and changes the voice. I didn't even know an app like that existed in my phone until he discovered it and did a winder for me. He is truly mesmerizing.

"Ah, I'm still tired." The boy says, his face scrunched up. I open my arms and smile at him.

"Here. You can rest on me." I say, the younger man accepting my kind offer. He is, as he said, almost double my size. He doesn't even fit in my arms like a boy. I then realise that he's a grown up already. He's not and never looked nineteen.

"I had one great time with you two." He mutters on my chest, tickling me a little. We both chuckles as I agree with him. "That's true. You really have everything in you to be a p**n star. Why don't you aim for it?" I ask without hesitating. He clicks his tongue and falls into his thoughts.

"Well, I always liked shooting stuff. The excitement of shooting a masterpiece is more than performance. You know what I mean?" His morning voice takes over again as he explains. Of course. As a person behind the camera and the script, I do feel the excitement of shooting than performance. But I occasionally prefer performance too.

"This is the first time someone took a video of me. It's always me shooting and directing. But today... I felt nervous in front of the camera." His honestly blows me away.

"Nervous? For what?"

"People don't appreciate aesthetic sex scenes anymore. They want it raw or they want it sublime and easy. No one wants to explore the body." He says. I couldn't help but chuckle, because he was way too passionate that I anticipated.

"Why do you find it funny?" His chin pierces my sternum by a little, but I don't complain. For some odd reason, I like his company. And that too for myself. I've always been awful at sharing things.

"It's nothing." I say, changing the topic, "Well are you ready to sign the deal today?"

"Yuppo." He says and lands back on my chest, playing with my bust until he falls asleep as I lull him to sleep. He is so cute. He is a power bottom in this future relationship for sure; I can say.

He is way too easy about this deal. It's as if he only cares about his studio and it's success which comes with collaborating with me. I don't feel used, not at all. But there's a tiny piece of me which hopes that these three months will extend and last for the rest of my life.

I cannot deny that I like him. He has everything that I needed and wanted in my dream guy. He's efficient in expressing his feelings too.

This is so bad.

I shouldn't be thinking about getting into relationships with a work partner. To begin with, I am the one who started this deal.

This stupid deal is going to cost me my whole fucking ton of feelings.