Title: Coming Out on Top
Authors: Dean And Sam's Muse & Dean's Angel Cake
Pairing: Dean/Sam, Sam/OMCs, Dean/OMC

Rating: M
Warning: slash, rimming, bondage, toys, threesome, mentions of twincest

Disclaimer: We don't own Dean, Sam or Supernatural. We would love to!
Summary: AU Sam Colt is the hot male erotic star of Casa Erotica Productions who likes his men blond, sub and easy. Dean Winchester is a handsome rising star on a collision course with the uber unyielding top on the set of a new Casa Erotica production Clash of Desire. When two Dom males collide who will come out on top?
A/N: We decided Dean and Sam as stars of Erotic Male Films was the perfect basis for a Supernatural sexy AU. Enjoy! DSM & DAC.

Coming Out on Top
Part 2

Dean told himself that he was going to go to bed early Sunday night so that he'd be bright eyed and bushy tailed for the first day on the set. As it turned out, he was up half the night, first because a whole lot of people came over to celebrate the good news, his fault, for blabbing it all over the place, and secondly, because he was too damn excited. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, and now, the pressure was on.

The studio signed him for only one film with Sam Colt, which was a bit of a disappointment. It was almost as if he was on probation, and he wondered if that had something to do with Sam. If he didn't please the big star, he wouldn't be offered another contract.

Dean was not in any way making the mistake of thinking he had equal billing with Sam. He wasn't even sure if Nic did. It seemed pretty clear that Sam was the star of the Casa Erotica movies, and it would take something next to an earthquake to knock him off that pedestal.

When he arrived at the studio the next morning, this time in a car he'd borrowed from his agent for the occasion, there was a crowd around the gate. Dean blew the horn of the dark blue sedan he was driving and waited patiently.

Suddenly, the car was surrounded, people were taking pictures, reporters were knocking their microphones up against his windshield, asking him questions he couldn't quite make out, and God, he didn't dare open the window.

Suddenly, someone screamed, and just like that the crowd rushed past his car and surrounded another car. He heard "Sam, Sam!" And he smiled faintly, thinking that was his one minute of fame and drove forward.

Two security men with radios in their hands appeared, motioning him forward, their eyes on the mob. "Mr. Winchester," one leaned in as Dean opened his window, "go right in."

He drove through the gate and the security men went in the direction of the crowd, three more now rushing past him and through the gate. Dean checked his parking pass. He drove past lot number six and found his parking space. His name was even on it. "Reserved," he said proudly, getting out of the car, "for Dean Winchester."

Suddenly, Sam's Porshe roared into the space beside him. Dean took a step. He'd missed him by a hair. "Are you trying to kill me on my first day?" he demanded.

Sam turned off his engine. His long sable hair was windblown. He gave Dean a brilliant smile. "This car has a mind of her own." He got out and slammed the door shut.

"Don't tell me your car doesn't like me either," Dean muttered.

"She has good instincts," Sam laughed, walking toward the studio.

Dean narrowed his eyes and then took off after him. "Is it like that every morning?"

"It is for me," Sam said. He glanced at him, reaching for the door. "You'll get used to it."

Dean walked with him down the hallway. "I guess that in the end, they didn't go with your choice. I hear that Chace was my major competition."

Sam looked at him. "Are you trying to piss me off?"

"No. I'm just trying to let you know that maybe you don't have as much influence as you think."

"You're not signed for the three films, are you?"

"So that was your doing! I suppose that it will all come down to whether you want to work with me on another film or not."

"Correction, Mr. Winchester, it will all come down to the fans," he said, "nothing less, nothing more. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need caffeine."

Suddenly, someone came out and grabbed him, whisked him off to makeup. A young woman came out and turned his head this way and that. "We're going to lighten your hair," she said.

"Why?"

"To give you a softer look, and make you contrast better with Sam."

"Not blond like Nic!" Dean protested as she whisked him into a chair.

"No, no," she said. "Your natural color is light brown. We're going to take you to a dark blond with some lighter highlights. We won't have to lighten your eyebrows. God, you're gorgeous," she exclaimed staring at his warm jade eyes.

He grinned. "Thanks. I needed that this morning."

"Your eyes are the most incredible shade of green. They are amazing. The colorist will be in to do your hair and then you're off to wardrobe."

Luckily, the stuff didn't stink much, but he had all these silver pieces of something sticking out all over. Then, of course, Sam walked in, holding a coffee mug that said I Bite. Dean tried not to look at him. He felt ridiculous.

Sam looked right at him of course and laughed aloud. "Trying to ward of aliens?"

"Let's see what they'll do to you, smartass" Dean threw back.

"Nothing," he said, putting his hands in the air and twirling around. "Why would they want to mess with perfection?"

He had that right, but Dean wasn't about to stroke his ego anymore. It was already twice the normal size. "Right."

"We have a love scene today," Sam announced, holding the script in his hand as he sat in the chair.

"On the first day? No one told me."

"They want to shoot all the studio scenes first," he said, looking up as a man with grey hair came in. "Someone should have given you a script," Sam said nonchalantly .

The man started moving his hands through Sam's thick wavy hair and Dean had the strangest feeling of envy.

"You've been conditioning it like I told you?" the man with the heavy accent asked.

Sam grinned. "When I remember."

"It needs a little trim," he said. "We leave it long in back, but shorter in front. You're supposed to be a police officer."

"Do your magic."

"And the script calls for a shadow. Don't shave for two days."

Dean was stressing about the script now, extremely grateful to see a young woman walk in, holding one in her hand. "Mr. Winchester," she said, "I've marked your lines for you today. You'll be reading from the script for today, but you must know them tomorrow by heart. If you need help going over them, call me." She handed him a pager. "These are all the people you can call if you need them," she handed him a little card index. "Have a nice day."

Dean glanced at the script, trying to concentrate. He saw the word naked, three times. Scene opens in Tyler's apartment. Josh walks to the bathroom, completely unaware, and sees Tyler getting out of the shower. Tyler is almost naked, with a towel.

Two lines down.

Tyler's naked...

One line down.

Josh is now naked.

He glanced over at Sam. "Are we doing all of this today?"

Sam had his eyes closed as Andre snipped away at his hair. "Um?"

"Are we actually doing these scenes naked today? I'm trying to memorize my lines and get into character."

Sam's eyes opened. "Are you worried about the nude scenes? If you're modest, Josh, this is the wrong role for you."

"Josh? You called me Josh."

"Yes, and I will probably do that every once in awhile until the film is done."

"I didn't do that on The Fall. I hear some actors stay in character the entire time. Do you?

"Only on the lot, but I have to have focus to begin getting into the character."

"Okay, okay," he looked around. "Is anyone ever going to take this stuff out of my hair?"

"I'm finished, Mr. Colt," Andre said.

"Thank you," Sam took off the plastic cape and stepped out of the chair. "Oh, I don't know," he said, tilting his head and looking at him, "I think it's an improvement." He grinned. "See you soon. I have to go to wardrobe."

"What wardrobe?" Dean called after him, snarling. "In this scene, you're not wearing any clothes." Dean hoped to hell he didn't walk around the lot half-naked. He'd never be able to concentrate on his lines.

Suddenly, that woman who had done those horrible things to his hair came in. "Okay," she said, "time to see the results." She pushed the chair that was on wheels over to the sink, and put on some rubber gloves. She leaned his head back and turned on the water. "Here we go."

When Chace walked into the conference room holding a script, Sam wasn't that surprised. "Hello, Chace." He had a feeling he'd wrangle some way to be in this movie.

"Aren't you surprised to see me?" He took a seat and nodded to some of the other cast members who were sitting around.

"No, not really."

"Where's the guy who stole my role?" Some people glanced up from their reading. Sam didn't blink.

"Technically, it was never your role to steal, Chace."

"You certainly weren't much of a help."

"Was I supposed to be?" Sam asked, feigning innocence.

Chace had the good sense to look embarrassed, but the look faded almost instantly. "I'm anxious to meet him."

"They're working on his hair, then he has to report to wardrobe for some measurements."

"They didn't tell me to do that."

"That's because you're perfect," Sam replied elegantly.

Chace smiled uncertainly. "I'm not sure if that was an insult or a compliment, Sam."

"I guess you'll just have to give it some thought." His eyes moved back to his script.

"I got cast in the part of your ex."

"Oh." Sam murmured.

"Appropriate, I guess."

"I hate to have to break it to you, Chace, but you are not my ex."

"Oh, that's right," he sat back, arms akimbo, "didn't your ex take off with the guy who was supposed play this role?"

Sam lifted his head and looked at him. "Who did you blow again to get this role?"

There were some sniggers coming from around the table.

Chace stood and walked out. There was a round of applause. Sam stood and took a little bow, pausing only when Dean walked into the room. Damn he looked sexy with his newly blond hair that perfectly played up his sparkling green eyes. Sam was thinking he might actually enjoy this after all.

"What'd I miss?" he asked, curiously assessing Sam's little performance.

"Sam pissing off Chace," Pena Cruz announced. She was playing a social worker.

"Chace?"

"Yes," Sam said, sitting down, "apparently Chace has been cast as Justin, my ex, in the movie."

"Well, I'm happy for him," Dean announced, taking a seat next to Sam.

"Oh yeah?" Sam scoffed, "I'll ask you again in a week."

"I'm not quite as cynical as you," he replied.

"Or is it that you're just a little more naïve?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

It looked like Dean wanted to answer that question, but instead he looked around the table and then got up and began to shake hands with the other cast members and returned to his seat.

A few minutes later, Chace walked back in. "You're in my seat," he said to Dean.

The room grew quiet. "What?" Dean looked up at him.

"I was sitting there."

"Well, go and sit somewhere else," Dean told him.

Sam watched the interaction with some amusement. "Would you like to take it outside, boys?"

"This doesn't involve you," Chace snapped.

"Well, it might." He laughed. "Since the chair is beside mine."

"Who are we waiting for?" Dean asked, looking at Sam.

"Nicole, and the writers. We're supposed to do a read through," one of the other cast members spoke up, an older man called Paul Sorensen. He was playing the role of the police captain.

"Chace," Sam snapped, "for God's sakes, go and sit your ass somewhere."

Chace marched over to the other side of Sam, grabbed a chair from the corner and plunked it down there, forcing Paul to slide his chair over to accommodate him.

"Happy now?" Sam asked him.

"Yes," he placed his hand on Sam's forearm and smiled at Dean smugly.

Sam jerked his hand off and returned to reading the script.

Dean tried to concentrate on reading the lines but that Chace guy hadn't stopped staring at him. When Dean looked at Sam, Chace looked at him. Sam, on the other hand, didn't seem to be paying any attention. The message was clear, but why in the hell was he giving it to him? He wasn't after Sam. He was having all he could to do to figure out how to get along with the hothead, let alone get him into bed. And his anxiety level was at an all time high.

The door opened and Nicole walked in, her oversized glasses crooked on her face and looking frazzled like she'd just finished doing three things at once.

With her were two men who might have been twins, both tall, brown eyed with greying hair. They were the writers. They turned out to be a married couple from Canada, called Jacques Canton and Pierre Langdon. They shook hands with everyone, heaped compliments on Sam for a few minutes and then took a seat at the head of the table with Nicole.

"We are very excited to have you fine actors working on Clash of Desire," the one named Jacques said. "Sam, you will be the perfect Tyler."

"We are impressed with you, too, Dean," Pierre said, "we saw your audition. You will be so beautiful together."

Dean gave them a glowing smile. "Thank you very much."

"Sam, we have admired your acting for a long while," Pierre said, "among other assets of course."

Jacques gave his partner a punitive look and then smiled at the cast. "We look forward to working with all of you, and seeing our words brought to life."

"Thank you," Sam replied, "and I believe I say this on behalf of all of us, without your wonderful imaginations and excellent writing, we wouldn't be able to do what we do. We thank you for conceptualizing and writing Clash of Desire for Casa Erotica Productions."

There was a round of applause.

"Okay," Nicole said, sounding impatient, "we need to cut the chit chat and get started. It's going to be a long day."

"Nicole, you need to get laid," Sam told her.

"You volunteering, Sam?" she threw back with a triumphant grin.

"You got me there," he said. "I suppose I set myself up for that one."

"You did." She laughed. "Okay, let's start. Scene One. Everyone got their parts marked so there are no screw ups?"

There were some murmurs around the room. "Okay then, let's go. Sam, you're up."

"He's always up," Chace declared, causing some people to laugh.

Sam issued Chace a warning look.

"Quiet," Nicole bellowed. "Scene opens in the is sitting on a stool, cautiously watching his suspect, a drug dealer he has been trying to arrest for a long while. Tonight he's close and he can feel it".

"Come on, come on, make a move. Never mind the chick in the short skirt," Sam muttered under his breath.

"Young man, dressed in tight, seductive clothing, obviously working, comes walking over to the bar. Looks at Tyler with interest. Walks around in front of him, blocks his view."

Dean rattled off his line, realizing that it sounded rather stilted. "Sorry, let me do it again." He read the lines now more naturally, and got some positive reinforcement from one of the writers.

Sam began to play off him and the scene proceeded. Sam went through a variety of emotions, ranging from annoyance, to anger, to flat out rage. When he was finishing off the scene, he stood and glared down at Dean.

"You have no fucking idea what you've done. You've messed up a case I've been working on for the last three months. I could kick your ass. Now, get the hell away from me. I don't want to dance with you, I don't want to kiss you, and I sure as hell don't want to fuck you!"

The scene ended. The room was silent. Suddenly, there was a round of applause, even Dean applauded. "Damn," he said, laughing, "you practically scared the shit out of me."

Sam was pacing a bit.

He was an incredible actor, and Dean suddenly felt really privileged to be working with him. "You really put yourself into the character," Dean told him when he sat back down again.

He nodded. "Yeah, and sometimes it's hard to switch emotions from one scene to another, especially in this situation. Okay," he looked at Nicole, "I'm ready."

"We're going to skip the love scenes for read through," Nicole said. "Tomorrow, we'll start filming all the scenes we're going to do here in the studio. They should be finished with the sets tomorrow. Then if we're on schedule, in a month, we'll go on location to the streets. Okay, let me set up Scene Two."

They got through three more scenes, with various interruptions, questions, suggestions. It was almost two o'clock before Nicole called a lunch break. "Caterers have set things up down the hall. Help yourself," she called out. "Be back in here at three o'clock sharp." Nicole placed her hand on Jacques's back and was talking about something in his ear. They walked out of the room, Pierre trailing, and disappeared.

Sam sat back in his seat and closed his eyes.

"I noticed on page sixteen, we have to kiss," Chace said.

Sam kept his eyes closed. "And?"

"I don't mind. It's my bonus," he said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Just because the room is empty, Chace, doesn't give you a license to paw me."

"Why are you pissed at me?"

"I'm not pissed at you," Sam said, opening his eyes. "Just stop imaging that we have enough of relationship for you to make me be pissed at you."

"Heard from Nic?"

"Have you?" Sam stood.

"What if he comes back?"

"Well, I guess he'll be shit out of luck, won't he?" Sam walked passed him and out into the hallway.

Chace followed. "He was an idiot to leave you, and the movie, too. Wonder what he misses most?"

"Well, when you see him," Sam poured himself some coffee, "why don't you ask him." Sam looked around the table for some kind of sandwich. Dean was a few feet away, loading his plate with raw vegetables.

"Find something you like?" Dean asked him.

"Hunting for something not stuffed with some meat spread I can't identify."

Dean grinned. "Good luck. There are a lot of salads."

Sam nodded.

"Sam," Dean said, coming at little closer, "I hope you don't hate working with me too much. I know I'm not Nic"

"Doesn't matter what I feel about working with you. I don't have a choice."

"Would you rather Chace had gotten the role then? You two seem pretty chummy."

"Chummy?"

"Well, obviously he'd like to do more with you than just say a few lines."

"Is that so?"

"You ever give a straight answer, Sam?"

"Not if I can help it. Thanks for the tip on the salad," Sam said and walked off.

He found a quiet corner somewhere with his salad and sat down. He glanced over at Dean, tall, buff and beautiful. He'd do all right for himself, even if Clash of Desire was a flop. It wasn't that he disliked Dean Winchester, it was just that he truly didn't think he was right for the role. Even though Dean was clearly the better actor, from all appearances, Chace actually would have been a better choice for the role of Josh. He provided more of a contrast to him physically, and Sam believed that the fans would have accepted Chace more easily as Nic's replacement. And he would have tolerated Chace's pettiness for the sake of the picture.

Fans were already talking up a storm on the net about Dean stepping in for Nic. Some were willing to wait and see when the movie came out, saying as long as Sam Colt was in it, they'd pay their money. Others said they couldn't see Sam Colt starring opposite someone else, and would wait for the video. Nic had a big following. Sam was seriously concerned. He'd received a lot of personal mail lamenting the fact that Nic had left, and asking Sam to find a way to win him back. Some fans demanded to know why he'd let Nic go.

After another cup of coffee, Sam went back to the conference room, hoping Chace wasn't going to be a pain in the ass. He was tired now and they had a few hours to go before they got through the script reading, providing all went as expected. Thank God Nicole has spared him all the mushy scenes.

"Okay," Nicole said finally, as the clock ticked on to seven o'clock, "that's enough for today." There were some groans of satisfaction and people started standing, getting ready to go. "Sam, Dean, on the set early tomorrow, seven o'clock sharp. We'll start shooting the physical stuff tomorrow. Sets are ready."

Dean yawned, half-listening to the director. He was mentally exhausted. He glanced over to see that Chace was leaning over Sam from behind, saying something in his ear. Sam wasn't moving a muscle. God, he was a mystery.

Dean never knew what the hell he was thinking. He'd watched him today. Sam was clearly an artist and took his profession very seriously. He had this profound presence that made you pay attention. He could be caustic and short tempered, but witty, and sometimes downright hilarious. He seemed to interact well with everyone, and treat them with respect, but he certainly didn't go out of his way where Dean was concerned.

Dean sat there for a few moments as the room cleared. He closed his eyes, not looking forward to driving back to his apartment. It took all the energy he had to get up out of the chair and walk down the hallway to the exit. He lifted a hand to a security guard on the way. When he got outside, he saw Sam standing near his car with some of the cast and crew standing around. They were all laughing and talking. Dean walked over.

"Well, you survived the first day," Paul said.

"Yeah," Sam said, looking at him now, "wait until tomorrow."

Dean looked over at him as Sam got into his car. "Are you worried that you won't measure up?"

"Are you bringing your measuring tape with you tomorrow?" Sam inquired with a quirked brow and devilish grin.

Dean moved closer to the car. "Should I? Are we going to compare? What do I get if I win?"

"No chance of that," Sam said and sped away.

"What in the hell were you talking about, cock size?" Chace demanded suddenly,looking disgruntled.

"Were we?" Dean grinned.

"Sounded like it to me."

The others were saying their goodnights and going to their respective vehicles.

"If that's what you were doing," Chase continued, "let me tell you, he has a huge cock and sure can use it. I know, firsthand."

"Really?" Dean unlocked the car door, "well, looks like neither one of us are going to get to measure anything tonight, eh, Chace?" He got into the car and rolled down the window, giving him a big smile.

"He'll open up his bed to me again soon enough."

"Well, good luck," Dean said and started the engine. He glanced at Chace out of his rearview mirror as he drove away. Could anyone get more pathetic?

******

"It's not bad," Cas said, reading the script.

Dean poured him himself a glass of milk and then collapsed on the sofa. He regretted leaving the script on the coffee table where Cas could see it.

"Some pretty hot scenes here with Sam Colt. I'm jealous."

"Don't be ridiculous. It's acting." Dean tried not to sound irritated. Cas had no right to feel jealous. They weren't a couple.

"Frontal nudity? You mean we're going to get to see Sam Colt with a boner? Last time I went to see the movie just because someone told me that I'd get to see his ass. He's got a great ass. Is it really his, or does he use a double for the ass shots?"

"Grow up, Cas" Dean reached over and grabbed the script. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought I told you I didn't want company tonight. They want us on the set at seven o'clock. He glanced at his watch. It was already past ten.

"If you want me to leave, say so," Cas said, sounding hurt.

"It's okay." Dean sighed. "You can stay a few more minutes. What are you writing now anyway?"

"I'm in a slump. I've lost my muse," Cas looked at him longingly. "Although I hear there might be a new series starting up over at that new gay network, something about working class gay men. They'll be looking for writers to work on that."

"That's great." Dean yawned. "You should get on it."

"They'll be looking for actors, too. Maybe you'll be finished filming Clash of Desire by that time."

"Maybe, but another series?"

"What? It's steady work."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm sure there'll be more films after this one."

"You're only signed for one, aren't you?"

"Doesn't mean they won't sign me for others." That was if he could get on the good side of Sam.

"Dean, I don't want you to get upset, but there's a lot of talk on the internet about you playing opposite Sam and..."

"What kind of talk?" Dean sat up. "What are they saying?"

"Just that you know, you're not like Nic and..."

"Damn it," Dean exclaimed, standing. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just started seeing it," Cas protested. "Don't, Dean," he pleaded when Dean walked over and fired up the computer. "It will just bring you grief."

Dean stayed up for two hours, reading what people were saying about his part in Clash of Desire. His picture was plastered everywhere. There was at least a lot of praise for his performance in The Fall. Not all of it was bad, some people said it would be refreshing to see two Dom males play off each other. One critic wrote: The handsome and enigmatic Sam Colt may not have it so easy when it comes to completely dwarfing his co- star this time. Dean Winchester is another truly beautiful alpha, and he could very well give Colt a run for his money. And anyone who says the sex scene won't be as hot as they were with Nic Haven, will be in for a pleasurable awakening.

Dean crawled into the bed, thinking about all the internet buzz. When the annoying alarm clock screamed at him at a quarter after five, his brain was still repeating them. He really needed to bring his A game to the set today.

The day started out badly for Dean, and got progressively worse. Of course, it was normal to be nervous. It was his first day actually doing physical scenes with Sam, and physical meant seeing him completely naked for the first time from a foot away. He was an actor. He'd even gotten naked on stage once. It was no big deal. But this was Sam Colt. And it didn't help that he was totally uncommunicative as they were setting up the scene.

Nicole must have sensed his apprehension because as he stood there in his underwear, the hairdresser playing with his hair, she walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You all right?"

"It would help if he'd crack a smile," Dean muttered, looking over to where Sam was standing, the makeup people preparing his face. He was supposed to be shaving when the scene opened.

"He's like that before a scene, honey. He's very quiet. Don't read anything into it. He's just getting into the character."

"I know." Dean took a calming breath.

"Do you need any prompters? You got your lines down?"

"I think so," he glanced at Sam again.

"Don't worry. We'll be taking the scene many times today." Great. Nicole walked away.

All around him were cameras and cords and lights. He was standing in the middle of the set. There was a bed and a nightstand, a bureau to the left, and in front of him, a long carpeted hallway which led to the bathroom set. Dean looked at the arrows on the floor and the tape. He knew where to walk, where to stop, but he was sure he wouldn't get it right the first time.

They were trying to get just the right amount of breeze to blow through the window. They kept playing with the curtain and the wind machine. Dean put his arms around his middle. He was cold. His nipples were hard as rock and he was sure that's what they wanted anyway.

The last time he'd played a love scene, it had been with a woman. He actually preferred it in some way. It was real acting for him, since he was thoroughly addicted to men's bodies. There was no chance of getting a hard-on, or getting carried away. But this was Sam Colt. Damn, he wished he could stop saying that. He was just a man, albeit a gorgeous, hunk of one.

"Okay, quiet, quiet on the set," Nicole called out. "Okay, places!" There was a mad rush for people to locate themselves.

Dean slipped into his character, a young street hustler experiencing love and real desire for the first time for a man who was definitely off limits.

Someone snapped the clapper and yelled, "Action."

The cameras followed him as he moved down the hallway. He opened the door to the bathroom and took a step back. "Tyler."

Tyler stood at the sink. The mirror was steamy and he paused in mid-stroke with the razor he had in his hand. Whew, he wasn't naked completely. A big white towel was wrapped around his waist. The camera moved over the length of Sam's body. Dean was supposed to say something. He knew it, but the words didn't come.

Sam turned around and looked at him, waiting.

Dean said, "I'm sorry. I drew a blank."

Sam swore and threw the razor in the sink.

The cameraman crouched in the bathtub called for makeup. "More cream!"

"I'm really sorry," Dean said. God, how am I going to do this when we're naked? He thought feeling a bit panicked by the prospect.

A few minutes later, they were all set up to go again.

"Take it from the beginning," Nicole called out.

The little clapper snapped again. "Take two."

He walked down the hallway again, stopped at the door. "Tyler," he said, taking a step back.

Sam turned to look at him, pausing in mid- stroke with his razor like he did before.

"I didn't know anyone was in here, I'll..." The scene called for Josh to look at Tyler with desire. That sure as hell wouldn't be a problem.

"It's okay," he said, "I'm just finishing up." He lowered his face in the sink and wiped off the shaving cream, standing, reaching for the towel and wiping his face.

The water droplets were running down his chest, either planned or accidental.

Dean was hypnotized by them. He licked his lips unconsciously, not sure if he was supposed to take a step into the bathroom or not.

Sam backed up against the sink. "What are you doing?"

"You're gorgeous." He put his fingers inside the top of the towel. He was supposed to give it one tug and the camera would follow it as it fell to the floor. Then Sam was supposed to take the initiative...or Tyler, if you will, and start to make love to him in the bathroom. But that's not what happened. Dean pulled at the towel, and as he did, pressed Sam against the sink, the towel opened, but didn't fall, and Dean placed one hand on Sam's chest and the other at the back of his neck and kissed him hotly. Being pressed against Sam's naked body disoriented him for a second, and he almost forgot they weren't alone.

Sam didn't, however, and he was as angry as a bear. He shoved Dean off him and picked up the towel. "What in the hell is wrong with you? Have you lost your mind? That's not in the script. And why didn't someone yell cut?" He was furiously wrapping the towel back around his waist now.

Dean sighed. "I didn't pull the towel off the right way, I'm sorry. It didn't fall right and..."

Nicole was there.

"Why didn't you cut the damn scene?" Sam growled.

"It was hot. I liked the way it looked."

"It's not in the script."

"So?" She shrugged.

"He's not supposed to be the aggressor, I am," Sam raked his fingers through his hair.

"I tell you it looked good. Don't worry about it. Take it from there. Play the scene now as it's written. Press Josh against the wall, Tyler, and kiss him."

Dean met Sam's angry eyes. "I'm sorry, Sam."

"Yeah, right. Learn your lines, and don't improvise. This isn't drama camp."

Dean's lips twitched. "What?"

"Nothing." Sam snapped.

"Drama camp?"

"Never mind. Just do the scene right."

"Okay, take the towel off, Sam. Can we pick it up with that kiss? Hell, let's play it over. Dean, honey, do what you just did," Nicole called out.

Sam rolled his eyes.

"It was perfection the first time, think I can repeat it?" Dean teased trying to lighten the mood.

"Just do it," Sam growled.

Fifteen times, Dean pulled open that towel, and fifteen times, he pressed his body against Sam's naked groin and kissed him. Finally, he almost burst into tears when Nicole said it was a take. And yes, he was hard. And yes, Sam knew he was hard. But for some reason, he had enough mercy on him not to mention it.

"Take a break," Nicole called out.

Sam put the towel back on and walked out of the bathroom.

"You two are beautiful together," one of the writers came over to talk to Dean as he came out of the bathroom set and went to sit down. Someone brought him some ice water.

"Thanks," he said softly trying to get himself back together.

"I love what you did. You really felt that scene, and, ah...such inspiration," he looked over to where Sam was standing, in deep discussion with Nicole, and smiled.

"Yes, I'm inspired," Dean muttered wishing a hole would open up beneath him to fall into.

"It's one thing to write sex, but for two actors to play sex, well, I told Nicole, with two beautiful men like yourself, let it play naturally, do what you feel."

Um. Do what he felt? Oh, God, no. Too dangerous, leading to heartbreak, and possibly a fat lip. "You need to talk to Nicole about that. I'm supposed to follow the script."

"We have, and she agrees. A little more freedom won't hurt."

Sam came walking over now, looking disgruntled. "They want spontaneity now," he looked at Dean. "Thanks to you and your decision to write your own script today, they're going to turn my movie into a porno."

Dean stood up and faced him. "It's not my fault you can't be spontaneous, and you have no imagination when it comes to sex, missionary men who always have to be on top, Sam, are boring!"

There was silence on the set. Sam's eyes widened. "What did you call me?"

"Missionary man!"

"Look," Sam pointed at him, "you come onto the set today, don't follow the script, turn everything upside down and then presume to know what I'm like in bed. You've got some nerve."

"Me, nerve? Just because you're Sam Colt, you think you can..."

"Okay, take a breath," Nicole said, standing in the middle now. "I don't need my stars to have black eyes. Both of you in the conference room, now."

Dean was still glaring at Sam his jade green eyes sparking with anger. Sam shook his head and stalked off.

When Sam walked into the conference room, Dean was already sitting there, a robe wrapped around him. Sam had put on his jeans, finally getting rid of the towel. He was not happy about the way things were going.

"If I wanted to do porno, I would have," he said, looking at Nicole when he walked in. He sat down on the opposite end of the room, and didn't bother looking at Dean.

"I don't understand what we're fighting about," Dean muttered. "Look, I messed up, they liked it, and decided that if the sex was a little less scripted, it would look more natural. I understand that. Why can't you?"

"Are you talking to me?" Sam demanded.

"Yes, damn it, I'm talking to you."

Sam looked at Nicole. "Is he the new director?"

Dean groaned. The man was infuriating.

"No," she said. "Sam, look, that scene was so beautiful, and you're two guys, both gay. Can't you just relax and follow your instincts a little bit?"

"He obviously needs a guidebook," Dean accused, "for stubborn assed Doms."

"Okay, that's it," Sam stood to his full height. "You're getting on my last nerve."

"So, what are you going to do about it?" Dean taunted, standing, too.

"Sam," Nicole snapped, getting up and placing a hand on his chest, "down boy."

He sighed.

"I didn't say we wouldn't follow the script, let's just relax it a bit and see where the sex takes us, okay?" she was looking into his eyes, but Sam was looking at Dean.

Dean sighed. "Truce?"

"For the sake of the film," Sam agreed.

"Okay, this afternoon we're going to shoot the bedroom scene," Nicole said. "Follow the script, but if there is a little diversion, and it looks good, go with it. We can always retake it if it doesn't pan out, okay?"

"Whatever," Sam said, "I'm hungry." He walked out of the room and went looking for lunch. When he saw Chace, he put up a hand. "Don't say a word."

"I was watching. He just wants into your pants, and he's trying to steal the scene from you."

"Chace," Sam said, "shut up. I'm in no mood." He grabbed one of those mysterious sandwiches and walked outside.

In all the movies he'd done with Nic, Nic was never the aggressor. Sam always made the first move. It was the kind of role he played. Now he wasn't sure what to hell he was supposed to do. He knew how to follow a script, but how in the hell was he supposed to be spontaneous with a million people filming it? Nicole was expecting a lot. He was an actor. He used the scenes and the dialogue, and he played them out. He didn't make love in front of the camera.

Fifteen takes this morning and he had to admit that the kisses were hot. After the forth take, he was having a hard time pulling away, and it didn't help that Dean had a raging hard-on. He was on the verge of an erection himself before it was over. The problem with this guy was he didn't know his place. He was an actor. He wasn't supposed to invent scenes. God knows what would happen this afternoon. He dreaded it.

Dean knew that Sam was pissed at him. He really did think that if Sam would relax a little, the film would be better. "You don't have to be threatened by me, you know," he said to Sam as he walked onto the bedroom set.

"Threatened? Now, I'm threatened."

"You know what I mean."

"No, I don't know what you mean," Sam snapped. "I'll never displace you as the true alpha in this movie. You have too much damn masculine presence for that, but I might just give you a little competition." He grinned.

Sam scowled.

"Okay, can we take it from the top?" Nicole called out.

"The top," Dean said, "you're familiar with that word, right stud?" He laughed.

Okay, he was antagonizing Sam, but it was worth it to see the look on his face. He was ever sexier when he was ferocious.

"As much as you are with the word bottom," Sam threw at him, laughing.

"But that's the difference between you and me, I'm not afraid of that word, I'm versatile, but the word, bottom, I think it scares the hell out of you."

"Quiet on the set," someone called, which was a lucky break because Sam took a step toward him, then backed off as the camera's came near.

The scene called for Tyler to press him down on the bed, then they were supposed to kiss and such, until Josh, the experienced prostitute, moved down over Tyler, opening his legs and they simulated oral sex. The camera would be on Sam's face and chest and occasionally focus on the head of Dean's character. It shouldn't be too hard

As they got into position, Sam's hands on his forearms, ready to take him down to the bed, Dean asked him before the action call, "So are you going to kiss me or bite me?"

"Let's make it a surprise," Sam said with a cunning smile.

"Oh, great," Dean murmured, not having much time to think about it, because as soon as action was called out, Sam's mouth smothered his and Dean was thrown down on the bed, and not too gently. Sam was on top of him, tearing at his briefs, which he was supposed to keep on, and moving his lips down his chest.

Dean tried not to let his confusion show as the cameras kept filming, but damn, this was supposed to work the other way around, wasn't it? "Uh," he muttered, as Sam's head landed between his legs, and one strong hand wrenched open his thighs. The other hand ripped down the underwear and threw it aside. One camera followed its flight through the air.

Sam's hands reached under him and lifted his ass, then proceeded to lick the underside of his cock. Dean's eyes widened. What to hell was he...oh God... Dean's head went back into the pillow. He reached down threading his fingers through Sam's hair and for a second, as Sam took the head of his cock into his mouth, he completely forgot they were on camera.

"Mmmm...," he moaned, lifting his hips, urging Sam to take his cock deeper into his mouth. His fingers pulled at Sam's sable hair and Sam intensified his efforts. "Fuck, yeah!" Dean growled, thrashing a little as Sam's tongue moved around his shaft and his lips brushed down the length of him almost to the base."Oh, God, have mercy.!" Sam was deep throating all nine inches of him, his muscles working, swallowing him whole. Dean was lost in the moment.

Someone called cut, but Dean's cock wasn't listening. It pulsed out its joy as Sam finished him off then wiped his lips on the back of his hand. Sam sat back on his haunches and looked at him as Dean tried to get his breathing under control. "Now, is that what you meant by spontaneity, or did I misinterpret you?"

As soon as Dean started to recover, he got angry. "You dirty bastard, you did that on purpose." He sat up, searching around for his underwear.

"They're on the floor," Sam said with a smirk.

Dean gave him a shove and Sam practically fell off the bed. He was laughing now.

"That was fantastic," Nicole said, walking on set.

Sam picked up Dean's briefs and dangled them in front of him. "Are these what you're looking for?"

Dean snatched them out of his hand.

Nicole turned back around. "Awesome, guys. So natural."

"Wasn't it now?" Sam snarked, looking at Dean. "What do you think, Dean?"

"I think you're a low down, no good, piece of..." Dean started, struggling to put on his briefs.

Sam was wearing that stupid towel again. Right now, Dean could have strangled him with it. "You ambushed me!" He pointed his finger, getting up off the bed.

Sam's eyes widened. "I did what you told me to do."

Nicole placed a hand on Dean's shoulder. "It was wonderful, honey, you really made us feel it."

"Oh, he felt it all right," Sam smirked, saying it low enough so that only Dean could hear him.

Dean gave him a shove out of his path and marched off the set. "I'm going for a break. I'll be back in five."

"He's needs a moment." Sam grinned wickedly.

"I want you to be nice to him."

"I was nice, nicer than you'll ever know." Sam licked his lips.

Nicole rolled her eyes. "You're incorrigible. Here comes Dean, just treat him right. We need him."

"What are you smirking at?" Dean demanded. "Haven't you had enough fun at my expense today?"

Sam studied him for a moment. "Okay, you're supposed to be in love with me in this next scene, so can you please act like it?"

"Considering I want to kill you at the moment, it will be an academy award winning performance." Dean bit out.

"Bring it on blondie," Sam said with a naughty smile, crawling into bed. He was really starting to enjoy this.

"And leave the towel on," Dean warned.

"Why? Are you afraid my cock might wander somewhere it's not supposed to, blondie?"

"Wandering cocks could get injured," Dean growled, meeting his gaze as he crawled into bed.

"Oh come on, sweet cheeks," Sam pulled him closer, "you know you can't resist me."

Dean pushed him away. "Watch me."

Sam threw his head back and laughed. This was going to be fun.

"Okay," Nicole called out, "let's have the simulated humping, then the aftermath. Let's try playing it through without interruption. We'll worry about the screw ups later. Positions."

In the scene, Tyler was supposed to be on top of Josh, who was on his back with his legs raised. Sam rolled Dean onto his stomach and got on top of him. "Try to look like you're enjoying it, blondie."

Dean pushed him off. "That's not how the scene goes."

"Now you're following the script?"

"What's going on?" Nicole demanded eager to get started.

"Nothing," Sam replied. "We're negotiating."

"He's dictating. He doesn't know the meaning of the word negotiate...and where's that towel?"

"It's on the floor."

"What's it doing there?"

"I can't move in it. How am I supposed to fuck you if I can't move my hips?"

"I'm not taking off the underwear."

"Chicken."

Dean narrowed his eyes at him.

"That's a nasty look." Sam rolled him over onto his back and crawled between his legs.

"Stop rolling me around as if I'm a doll." Dean huffed.

"Touchy, make sure you get my good side," Sam joked, looking at the cameraman.

"Do you have one?" Dean sniped.

Sam lowered his head and kissed him. It was the best way to shut him up. And as soon as he did, he heard action. He became Tyler now, shutting out the nonsense. Love. He was in love for the first time, and with the wrong guy. He grabbed Josh's thighs and pressed his groin against his ass and began to move, imagining he was really fucking a willing and adoring sub, who would do anything for him.

Josh moaned appropriately. "Tyler, mmm...please." as Tyler thrust and twisted his hips and looked down into his eyes. Josh arched up and into each thrust. His head was thrown back lovely curve of his throat exposed. He felt Tyler's heavy stare as they moved together in perfect harmony. Their bodies becoming covered with a light sheen of sweat as they clung to each other in the throes of passion.

"You're so tight, so beautiful. God. I'm coming, Baby." Sam let his head go back, knowing the camera was soaking this up. It was his speciality, looking nuclear hot when he came.

Josh clutched him, brought him down into his arms, and kissed him tenderly on the mouth, moaning against him. "Tyler," he breathed. "I knew it could be like this from the moment I saw you."

Tyler kissed Josh on the top of the head. "Oh, Baby," he sighed. "I want this so much but we're from different worlds."

"Don't say that. I won't do anything you don't want me to, Tyler. I won't work the streets anymore, I promise."

Tyler looked deeply into his eyes. "I hope you mean that, Josh. I really do."

The camera stayed on their faces as they stared into each other's eyes, then Nicole yelled, "Cut! Beautiful!"

Dean pushed away from Sam, and got out of bed. He had to put some distance between them now. It was too much. He grabbed his robe and marched off down the hallway. He went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. When the door opened, he looked up, wiping his face off.

"You okay?" It was Chace. All the cast were there, some watching the filming.

Dean wasn't naïve enough to think that Chace was really concerned about him.

"Yeah, fine. Why?"

"You looked a little shaken."

"I get into my scenes. It's hard to come down. Don't you get into your scenes?"

"Sure. Just don't get too into them," Chace said.

"What does that mean?

"With Nic gone, Sam is mine."

"Thanks for the newsflash. Good luck to you," he said and walked out. He checked the clock on the way back to the set. It was after five. People were standing around talking as he walked onto the set.

Nicole motioned to him. "How are you, honey?"

"Fine."

"We're going to call it a day."

"Thank God," he said. "We got some amazing scenes today, let's see what the editor does with it, and of course, we have a lot more of the same to film."

This movie was going to kill him. He glanced over suddenly to see Chace standing next to Sam, whispering something in his ear. He looked away. Nicole was still talking, but he wasn't listening. Chace was still hanging off Sam, who was dressed now in jeans and a t-shirt.

"Bye," Sam called out to cast and crew, lifting a hand.

Chace made a show of placing a hand on Sam's shoulder and yelling out goodnight to everyone as well.

"We know someone who's getting lucky tonight," one of the cameramen laughed.

"Chace's been panting for it all day," someone else replied. There was laughter.

Dean went to the dressing room and put on his clothes. He rubbed his eyes as he walked outside, purposely waiting until he thought Sam would be gone. He got into his agent's car and drove toward home. This week, he was picking up his own car. When he got home, he called his mom and chatted a bit. He didn't tell her what a horrible day he'd had.

"How's the movie going?" she chirped happily.

"Fine," he said rubbing a hand over his forehead.

"Come for dinner Sunday."

"Okay, if I'm not too worn out. Bye, Mom, love you." He lowered his head on the sofa and sighed. His thoughts turned to Sam giving him that blow job right there on the set today. God, he was good at it, and he knew it, too. He did that just to prove a point, but Christ, Dean thought, moving his hand down to his cock, it was the best point he'd ever had.