Eddie groaned quietly as the spray of the shower hit him in the chest. The cool water was like a godsend in the dry heat they had to work in ever since the shoot started. He quietly blessed his agent and his skills to nab him a role big enough to have not only a large, personal trailer, but also a private shower attached to it. He stood, allowing the water to cascade over him, cleansing him of a sticky layer of sweat, dirt and fake tan. The last object on the shortlist was, sadly, a necessity dictated by his typically British penchant to not tan properly. Normally, it wouldn't be such an issue, but the script called for his character to be a rugged working man, forced to earn his bread by physical work outside - so fake tan it had to be. Now it drained from him, staining the shower brown as the water flowed away. Soon enough, Eddie shut off the water and grabbed a towel, drying himself off before tying it at his waist and exciting the small bathroom. He then flopped down on the couch in the trailer, tired after another long day of shooting.
As he sank into the supremely comfortable couch (another perk of being one of the leads of a well-budgeted TV Series), he looked down, noticing the brown stains from the fake tan dotted on the white towel. He chuckled, the sight of them reminding him of the scene he shot a few days ago with his female co-star - Hayley Atwell. It was a sex scene - their characters realising their love to each other after long hardships and then heading to bed to make love before Hayley's character - Aliena of Shiring - went on to wed a man she didn't love. The scene in the book and the script was, of course, very nicely written - steamy and romantic all at the same time. In terms of actually shooting it, however, it was quite the opposite. Eddie chuckled as he remembered the countless apologies he and Hayley had to exchange - mostly about positioning of their limbs so that no one ended with an elbow in their face and the fact his fake tan dripped all over her due to the ridiculously high temperatures. The, of course, was the fact they were being watched by at least 30 other people, there were at least 3 cameras pointing at them and every few seconds the director had to interject with his instructions. Overall, it was probably the least sexy thing he had ever had to do on screen.
The focus of his reminiscing then narrowed down to only one thing - Hayley herself. If he were to be frank, Eddie hadn't heard of his female co-star right until the chemistry test at the tail end of casting. Fortunately for both of them, they hit it off right off the bat and their strong performances landed them their respective roles. Right after that and during shooting they grew closer as friends. She made it pretty easy to like her - she was whip-smart, funny, intelligent and overall a blast to work with. Every time he watched her act Eddie was amazed how she was able to slide into the role at a snap of a finger - one moment goofy, the second moment driven and serious, perfectly embodying her character. Overall, he was glad to have such a strong and talented woman by his side.
Then, his mind juggled back to the sex scene. This time, however, he could already feel himself stirring under the towel, blood already flowing south to his cock. Aside from all the traits Hayley had, there was also one more thing - she was drop-dead gorgeous. Eddie gasped quietly, closing his eyes with his mind now focusing solely on his co-stars physical features - her elegant face with cheekbones that could cut steel and beautiful brown eyes, her full curves she seemed to be unashamedly and fully proud of and her gorgeous, long legs with thighs with which she could probably crack a watermelon with. He jumped back to that scene, remembering how he undid the knot of Hayley's costume, her massive breasts spilling out of the garment, begging to be fondled, kissed and sucked on. This was probably the only moment where he had to restrain himself from going too far, the sight of her breasts now etched in his memory. He quickly discarded the towel, not bothering to look where it landed as he grabbed his cock, giving it a few quick jerks, precum already leaking from the enlarged tip. He closed his eyes again, his fantasy now evolving beyond what really happened.
As he started to slowly wank himself off he imagined himself in his own bed with Hayley - how he would worship her body, make her cum with his fingers, his tongue, how he would make love to her, fuck her until they were both spent. He groaned loudly and sped his hand movement up, his imagination serving up some salacious details - like how he would slide his cock between those beautiful tits of hers and fuck her there, how he would take her from behind, fucking her hard as he spanked that wonderful arse of hers or how he would cum inside her, fill her up until his spunk leaked onto her thighs, marking her as his. He was so focused on his fantasies and his steadily approaching orgasm he didn't hear the door to his trailer open.
"Oh, Hayley" he moaned out, jerking himself raw, lost in his mental images. "Oh, fuck yes!"
"Eddie?"
The sound of a female voice snapped him out of it immediately, He lunged off the couch, scrambling for a scrap of anything he could put on to cover himself. He somehow landed next to the previously discarded towel, quickly pulling it to his crotch to cover his raging erection. As he looked up to see who had barged in on him, he froze.
It was Hayley, the object of his fantasies in the flesh. She stood right by the door, her eyes and mouth open impossibly wide, clearly in shock of what she just saw.
Oh nononono, I'm so fucked, I'm so fucked, I'm so fucked. Eddie thought as his heart slammed against his chest, panic replacing any other thoughts he had before.
"Haven't you heard of knocking?!" He then spoke, deciding that defending himself would only make matters worse and going on the offensive was the only way of saving any face and respect he still had.
"I.I.I..." Hayley stammered, clearly still processing the fact she had just caught her co-star masturbating like a horny teenager to fantasies of her. "I'm sorry, the door wasn't locked, I didn't know..."
"Clearly." Eddie sneered, cursing himself on his sloppiness. Of course he would forget to lock the bloody door right on the day he decided to wank himself off thinking about his co-star who lived just one trailer next to him and could come to him at any moment.
Just fucking great. You fucking muppet.
"Look..." Hayley spoke, but Eddie then lifted his hand. She fell silent.
"Before you ask, yes, I was having a wank and yes, I was thinking about you to make it feel better." He then said, still not mustering up enough courage to look at her. "I know it's wrong and disgusting and I know you now want to kill me or beat me up or something..."
"Eddie..." Hayley tried to interfere, but he ignored her.
"Look, I understand if you hate me after this and you won't want to work with me again and all... Fuck, I'm such a fucking pervert..."
"Eddie..."
"Jesus, Hayley, I'm so fucking sorry. I stepped way the fuck out of line and..."
"EDDIE!" She suddenly yelled, causing him to jump a little. He shut himself up, but still didn't dare to look at her, wallowing quietly in his own embarrassment.
"Just go." Eddie spoke, his tone dejected and defeated, on the verge of completely breaking apart. "Leave, please."
He was fully expecting to hear her go out and shut the door, leaving him lying on the floor. He then did hear her close the door and lock it, but then her footsteps came close to him, as he heard her crouch down next to him.
"Eddie, look at me." She spoke, her voice soft.
He obeyed, raising his head to meet her gaze. Their eyes locked and he, very surprisingly, saw no disgust or anger in her eyes. More like... curiosity?
Weird.
"Just so I understand." She then spoke, measuring every word. "You were wanking yourself off thinking of me."
