Chapter 5 Let’s get to the bottom

"No!" Adrian sprang up from his seat.

There was no way in hell that was happening. "You've got to be joking. What do you mean I'm the bottom? That's not what I auditioned for."

Elias pushed his seat back, he was already familiar with Adrian's temper.

"The thing is…Rowan got the part of the first male lead. But the director said your visuals look better than the original…"

"I'm supposed to stand there and look pretty while Rowan carries the whole show?"

Rowan didn't even look up from his phone. "You'd be good at it."

Adrian glared at Rowan from the side of his eye. "I'd rather hell freeze over than act as his love interest. I'm not taking it."

Elias sighed, it was a tough job being their agents. He knew how deep their rivalry was, but his job was to make sure they made the most of their careers.

Initially, he'd managed Rowan alone until Adrian came into the picture.

Ms. Evelyn had asked Elias himself to take over Adrian's career now that he was affiliated with the family through his sister. That was two years ago.

"Adrian…" he groaned. "You've wanted to work with this director for ages. Why are you throwing the opportunity away?"

"If he really wanted me in his drama, he would've made me the first lead and kicked Rowan out."

"I don't see any problem with the arrangement. I mean we're even married,"

Rowan said.

"This is different!"

Rowan finally pocketed the small device in his hand. "Are you scared of being my love interest because you're secretly in love with me?"

Adrian froze. Then he blinked once. Twice.

Then he started to laugh, making everyone within hearing distance turn to him with a cautious look.

"Me?" he pointed at himself. "In love with you?" he pointed at Rowan. "I'd rather put a bullet in my head."

"Guys, let's just talk about this tomorrow. I need to get home to my wife and kids."

Elias stood up, exhaustion dragging down his bones.

"You're not even married!" Adrian yelled as he watched Elias walk away.

"Our room is ready." Rowan stood up. "Let's go upstairs."

Adrian's only response was a groan as he followed Rowan into the elevator.

The door was about to close when a small group walked in, they seemed to be coming from a conference.

They pushed up against each other in the small space until Adrian found himself pressed against Rowan's body.

He gulped.

It was no big deal.

Until they pushed him again and had him pressed into Rowan, no space left between them.

He knew Rowan was taller by a couple inches. But right now with their body flat against each other, he realized his head stopped right under Rowan's chin.

It was more than a couple inches.

No wonder the director had made him the bottom.

He groaned and shifted so he could make himself comfortable only to feel the curve of something hard pressing against his back.

Adrian's eyes widened.

No way.

No fucking way.

He moved again, the hardness resting between the crack of his ass.

Was that Rowan's dick?

He felt hands on his waist, it was Rowan keeping him still. "Stop moving." His voice was strained, like he was struggling to keep his cool.

An idea flashed in Adrian's head. Of course there was nothing he loved more than seeing the cold prince lose control.

With a slight arch of his waist he pushed back, slowly grinding on the growing hardness in Rowan's pants.

Rowan's fingers dug deep into Adrian's waist but the man wouldn't stop moving. He was trying to give him a boner no doubt.

He pushed into Rowan again, he could feel the heat radiating between the two of them. It started from the base of his waist and shot up his spine.

Pain spread where Rowan's fingers met his skin but it was immediately soothed when Rowan rubbed circles around it with his thumb.

This caused Adrian to grind against him again, he was beginning to feel a fluttery sensation that he didn't particularly hate.

Rowan bent slowly, his lips against Adrian's ear. "I didn't know you were this thrilled to consummate our marriage." He bit down softly on the shell of his ear which made Adrian freeze.

"I…" Adrian tried to reply but his brain short circuited when Rowan moved forward and ground his crotch against him.

The first thing Adrian processed was how big Rowan was growing. Don't get him wrong, he had a big dick too.

But Rowan's—it was massive.

Whoever he fucked with that thing would be gone for good.

The elevator doors dinged, breaking the spell the interaction had cast on them.

Adrian straightened up and walked out with a smug smile knowing that Rowan was following behind with a huge dent in his pants.

"Must've been embarrassing walking around with a boner," he commented when Rowan was opening the door to their room.

"Not when my wife is responsible for it," he replied with a smirk, pushing the door open. "How about we continue from where we stopped?"

Adrian turned so red with anger he looked like a potato about to explode. "Don't fucking call me your wife! Come close to me and I'll chop your hands off."

He stormed into the room, immediately making his way to the bathroom where he started stripping off his clothes.

The door opened and Rowan walked in just as he was removing his shirt. "Can't you wait your turn?"

"I need to go over the rules of our marriage with you." Rowan held up what seemed like a contract. "We can't afford any mistakes."

Adrian cast him an irritated look. "Why are you always intense and perfect with everything?"

"Someone around here has to be. We can't all be reckless like you."

Adrian threw his jacket and shirt on the floor and started unzipping his pants. "Let's hear it."

"No clothes on the floor," Rowan said, a vein at the side of his neck ticking. "Everywhere should be clean at all times. Learn to clean after yourself."

Adrian raised a brow. "If you're so bothered by it then you should pick up the clothes yourself."

With a deep sigh Rowan continued. "We can't have any other partners—"

"That's not going to work," Adrian cut in. "I'm not about to turn celibate because of this stupid marriage. I need to get action regularly. I mean, I'm a healthy young man."

"Let me know whenever you want to get 'action'. I'll help you with it," Rowan said casually.

Adrian had just pulled off his pants and underwear. "You've got to be joking."

"Or maybe you need to take the situation more seriously."

"There's no way in hell I'm doing anything with you. First of all, you're not my type. Second…" he turned to Rowan in all his naked glory. "I like women. They're much more—" he was cut off when his foot caught on his shirt that was on the floor.

It sent him falling.

Rowan acted on time, catching him before he could hit the floor with his face. It was too pretty to be ruined.

Now Adrian was on Rowan, his body bare and his dick twitching against the fabric of his pants. This was bad.

"I didn't know you'd need some action this early into our marriage." Then to irritate him more, he added, "My darling wife."