RPS Hugh/Callum on the set of Hard Core Logo
In the end it was going to be no more than a minute of the movie. Not even that when all was said and done. It was just a clip in the middle of a scene wherein they were all supposed to be tripping out. Callum might well have been the only one that actually wasn’t.
In theory what he needed to do was simple. All he had to do was lick the knife, dragging his tongue up the steel slowly until he lapped at the end, breathing hotly across the handle before the camera panned away. It was meant to be sexy and hot and amazingly sensual.
After six takes it had pretty much just been Callum making faces while Hugh muttered in the background about how unsexy it was going to be when “Rennie lost half his tongue”. That had led to a volley of snarky comments that had ended with Callum assuring Hugh that he could still do everything with half his tongue that Hugh couldn’t with all of his.
Actually it had ended when Callum flicked what remained of his cigarette at Dillon’s face, effectively ending what would have revealed to cast and crew what everyone already knew and yet nobody talked about..
Hard Core Logo. Scene Eighteen. Take Seven. Clap of the board.
Closing his eyes Callum took a long drag off a fresh smoke and concentrated on what he was doing. On pleasure and pain, on just how talented his tongue could be and the emotions he could evoke with it. Not just could, had.
Eyes still closed he dragged the flat of his tongue slowly up the blade. No thought of the danger, of the pain it could cause. Just sex and tongue and need. Then the handle, thick and tasting of smoke and himself and Rennie groaned softly as he exhaled, blowing the last of the bluish smoke out of his lungs to imitate the cold night air.
There was silence. For a long moment there was not a single sound heard except the soft tick tick tick of the camera still rolling.
“Cut!”
It was as if someone daring to move allowed the rest to move. Cut. Wrap. Done for the day. Grabbing a bottle of water, Rennie down it in two gulps, the dryness of the steel still fresh in his mouth as a heavy arm settled around his shoulders. He didn’t resist, walking alongside Hugh away from the crew.
“Pretty fucking hot, Rennie. Only took you seven tries but it was pretty damn hot.”
Grinning that wide, wicked grin he leaned into Hugh. “Took seven takes for me to get the right image of your cock in my head.”
Snorting, Hugh bumped Callum with his shoulder, plucking the nearly smoked cigarette from his lover’s fingers. “You’ve never fucking licked me like that.”
Knocking the cigarette from Hugh’s fingers, Callum pulled away to walk off in the other direction. “There’s always tonight.”
“Promises, Rennie, fucking promises.”
In theory what he needed to do was simple. All he had to do was lick the knife, dragging his tongue up the steel slowly until he lapped at the end, breathing hotly across the handle before the camera panned away. It was meant to be sexy and hot and amazingly sensual.
After six takes it had pretty much just been Callum making faces while Hugh muttered in the background about how unsexy it was going to be when “Rennie lost half his tongue”. That had led to a volley of snarky comments that had ended with Callum assuring Hugh that he could still do everything with half his tongue that Hugh couldn’t with all of his.
Actually it had ended when Callum flicked what remained of his cigarette at Dillon’s face, effectively ending what would have revealed to cast and crew what everyone already knew and yet nobody talked about..
Hard Core Logo. Scene Eighteen. Take Seven. Clap of the board.
Closing his eyes Callum took a long drag off a fresh smoke and concentrated on what he was doing. On pleasure and pain, on just how talented his tongue could be and the emotions he could evoke with it. Not just could, had.
Eyes still closed he dragged the flat of his tongue slowly up the blade. No thought of the danger, of the pain it could cause. Just sex and tongue and need. Then the handle, thick and tasting of smoke and himself and Rennie groaned softly as he exhaled, blowing the last of the bluish smoke out of his lungs to imitate the cold night air.
There was silence. For a long moment there was not a single sound heard except the soft tick tick tick of the camera still rolling.
“Cut!”
It was as if someone daring to move allowed the rest to move. Cut. Wrap. Done for the day. Grabbing a bottle of water, Rennie down it in two gulps, the dryness of the steel still fresh in his mouth as a heavy arm settled around his shoulders. He didn’t resist, walking alongside Hugh away from the crew.
“Pretty fucking hot, Rennie. Only took you seven tries but it was pretty damn hot.”
Grinning that wide, wicked grin he leaned into Hugh. “Took seven takes for me to get the right image of your cock in my head.”
Snorting, Hugh bumped Callum with his shoulder, plucking the nearly smoked cigarette from his lover’s fingers. “You’ve never fucking licked me like that.”
Knocking the cigarette from Hugh’s fingers, Callum pulled away to walk off in the other direction. “There’s always tonight.”
“Promises, Rennie, fucking promises.”