If She Gives You Her Heart Don't You Break It || Kate & Leo Oneshots

Sensational

*SMUT WARNING*

"Over on the bed... the couch." He had fucked his line up. The one thing Leonardo DiCaprio wasn't supposed to do on his first day of shooting the biggest film he would ever make was to fuck up his line, especially when faced with one of the sexiest girls he would ever get the chance to work with. Her breasts were on full display, nipples becoming more and more erect as she drifted her hand shyly over her crotch, and his eyes widened; he just knew he was blushing for her. God, that's one way to break the ice, he thought, watching intently as she made her way over to the couch where the drawing scene would take place, and settled herself like a cat. Her hand shakily drifted towards her face, her eyes boring into him, always twinkling mischievously.

Jim Cameron knelt beside Leo, who was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, a pad of paper and some charcoal in hand, and he made sure the camera wasn't going to pick him up. He watched as Kate breathed steadily, trying to calm the erratic beating of her heart, as he began to draw her. Leo drifted her eyes to her and then down to the paper, almost in a trance-like state, as they spoke their lines just as Jim had told them to, just as trained actors were supposed to. They weren't trained to see nude scenes as something sexy or something to get off on at the end of the day in private in the trailer, but as part of the job. They should have been able to, when Jim said "cut," take their break, grab a hot drink and a sandwich from craft services, and move on to the next scene. But this one—God, neither of them would be able to move on from this one. In fact, it was a scene that would change the entire course of their lives, their friendship, and everything else.

He stepped into his trailer, breathing heavily, and ran his sweaty hand down Jack's trousers, swallowing thickly as he grappled with the decision of which to do first—eat his lunch or try to... shake hands with the milkman, as it were. But lunch could wait—his need for pleasure was time-sensitive, so he placed his sandwich on the table and sat down on his bed, closing his eyes and trying to picture how damn good the English girl he was working with had looked lying down on the one on set. He shouldn't have thought like that, especially since they had only met a few months ago, especially since they still had seven months of working together in Rosarito, Mexico, but how could he not?

He moved his hand up and down, closing his eyes and swallowing thickly as he tried to quickly finish himself off so he could eat his food and then get back to set with minimal fuss. Gasps tumbled from his lips as he pumped harder, bucking his hips against his hand.

"Oh, Kate, ahh... ahh please—-"

"Please, what?"

His eyes snapped open, and he immediately moved his hand away, embarrasment coursing over him like a tidal wave. "Oh fuck."

"Were you... were you fantasising about me?"

"I—"

"It's okay." She removed her coat and gently lowered it onto his sofa beside his forgotten sandwich, smiling timidly at him as she drew closer. "I feel the same way about you."

His hand drifted to cover his ever-growing erection, and she moved to sit sheepishly beside him, crossing one leg over the other, biting her lip. "That was quite the scene, hm? Did you get aroused? Well, I mean, obviously, but—" Kate's hands moved dangerously close to him, one on his thigh, and one in his hair, combing through his beautiful, sun-splashed hair. She hovered her face so close to his that he had to hold his breath so he wouldn't give away just how excited he was to have her here in his trailer.

"You're the devil incarnate."

"Hmm, and why's that?"

"Just you... on that damn sofa... your breasts... your... mhmmm. You. God, Kate, just you." For a moment, all she could do was admire his sun-kissed face, his weathered hands awkwardly settled above hers on his lap, and the way his eyes drew her in... those beautiful blue ocean eyes that made her want to drown, made her want to put herself in every peril she possibly could. If it meant she could have him the way she wanted to have him, the way every girl in the world at the time wanted to have him, even his own girlfriend Kristen, Kate would do anything.