(Felix/Pewds)

Yeah, yeah. Working with the one and only (probably not) Ryan Terry is pretty cool. He's a really cool dude and all, but I wish I didn't have the scene the director gave me.
So yeah, the scene is where Ryan and I are on a roof with all the stars and shit around us, y'know, giving at a romantic look. I guess we end up confessing our love for each other and kiss. I wrinkled my nose.
Sure, it's a great honor to be kissing Ryan Terry, but he's a guy. And I'm a guy. And I'm not gay, and I'm pretty sure he's not gay either.

"Felix Kjellburg and Ryan Terry on the set please!" The director called our names and I stepped onto the set, fixing my suit. Ryan didn't step onto the set though. Hell, I don't even know where he is. I looked around for him, since I was on a pretty tall set.
He then rushed out of the hallway where all the dressing rooms are and god damn, he looks fucking hot in a suit.
Wait, what? No! He doesn't look hot, Felix, stop.
"Hey, sorry I'm late. They got my tux in the wrong size so they had to find a new one." He said, going behind the set and going up the ladder to get where I am. I blushed, seeing his hair all messy, but still styled like that, he was so hot. No, Felix. Stop.
"Don't worry about it. He literally called your name like, two minutes before you came out." I said, walking over to him and fixing his jacket a little. He smiled.
"Thanks." He said, grabbing my hand and walking to where I suppose we were to stand. I just looked down at our hands, and blushed. God dammit.
"Scene 89. Take 1. Aannddd, action!" The director said, and someone dimmed the lights.
I don't even remember the lines, but I guess I ended up saying them anyway. I could see Ryan's face getting closer to mine. I guess this was the kiss scene. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I wrapped mine around his neck.
Right when his lips were close enough to the point where they were actually touching mine, I moved my hands down on his chest and shoved him away.
"Cut!" The director yelled, and someone turned the lights back on.
"I-I'm sorry." I said, looking up at Ryan, since he was a good 2 feet taller than me. He smiled and held both of my hands.
"Hey, it's okay. You're okay. You were doing great. I know, kissing a guy is a little weird, but don't worry. You'll be fine. It's not like kissing a guy hurts or anything. I'd never hurt you. I'm nervous too, see?" He brought my hands up to his chest and I could feel his heart beating, probably faster than mine.
I smiled a little. Seeing someone as famous as Ryan Terry be nervous about kissing me is something I'd never forget.
"Okay, okay. I'm ready." I said, and Ryan smiled and told the director I was ready.
"Scene 89, take 2. Aanndd, action!"
I spoke my lines, and so did Ryan.
Then came the kiss scene.
Ryan wrapped his arms around my waist, mine around his neck.
He got closer and closer by the second. I decided to meet him halfway, so I stood on my tip toes, and we kissed.

Holy shit.

I am kissing Ryan fucking Terry.

God damn his lips are fucking soft.

I think we kissed a little too long because I heard the director say "Cut!" again.

I had to pull away first, I really didn't want to, but I did. I was blushing so much I was probably the color of that apple on the concession stand.
Ryan was blushing too, and he unwrapped his arms from around my waist, and I unwrapped mine from his neck.
"Felix, Ryan. You're only supposed to kiss for a second. Not 5 hours." The director said, signaling for the lady to dim the lights again.

"Scene 89. Take 20." The director said. Fuck. Have we really done this 20 times?

"Yes! Perfect!" The director said when we could finally kiss for a second instead of 120 seconds.

"That's a wrap for today everyone. See you all tomorrow!" The director said, getting out of his chair. I looked up at Ryan and he looked down at me, smirking.

He dragged me into his dressing room, shutting and locking the door. He slammed me against the wall, kissing me roughly. I kissed back, wrapping my arms around his neck. I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and he held me up, walking into the other part of the dressing room where it was soundproof and there was a convenient large couch, about the size of a bed.
He laid me down and hovered over me, his hands on either side of my face. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. I started unbuttoning his suit as he kissed my neck, looking around for that spot. He eventually found it, and when he did, I made a loud moaning noise and quickly covered my mouth. I felt him smirk, so he sucked on that spot while I shakily unbuttoned his undershirt, pushing it off of him. He bit that spot, causing me to moan loudly and cover my mouth, but he pulled my hand away and pinned both of my hands down with one of his hands, his other hand unbuttoning my suit.
I squirmed around, wanting to touch his chest and abs because god damn, they were so fucking tempting. He eventually did get off my jacket and undershirt, and he started kissing down my chest and I guess what you could call abs. He kissed right above my pants, and I tried to move my arms, but he was fucking strong.
He unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down. He looked up at me, and I was blushing madly, breathing quite heavily. He smirked, and unbuttoned his pants, letting go of my arms to pull them off.
"Felix." He said, moving closer to my face.
"Ryan." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Felix." He said, starting to grind against me.
I moaned, reaching up and gripping onto his soft, brown hair.
"Felix."

"Felix, hey."

"Felix."

"Come on man wake up."

I sat up quickly, hitting my head against something and groaning. I heard someone else groan too, and I looked at the ground, seeing Ryan.
"Holy shit, dude. I'm sorry." I said, helping him up.
"It's cool. Hey, are you okay? You passed out about 3 hours ago when we were doing the kissing scene." He sat next to me on the couch. I sighed and nodded.
"Am I really that bad of a kisser?" He asked, looking down at me. I narrowed my eyes at him and then shrugged.
"Well, I don't remember you kissing me, so I dunno." I said, yawning and stretching.
"Oh." He pulled me onto his lap, turning me around so I was facing him. I blushed, and raised an eyebrow.
"Whatcha doin?" I asked when he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.
"Wanna practice that kiss scene here? Without everyone staring at you?" He asked, and I bit my lip, nodding.

He kissed me then, softly, as if it was barely there.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed against him.

Fuck it.

I guess I'm gay now.