He smiled.
They hadn’t gone straight to bed afterward. Helplessly, he’d caught up to Frederick in the doorway and taken him hard from behind. That had been their second time going at it that night. Vaughan trembled, confused his body had already grown aroused so quickly.
During all their sessions the night prior, Vaughan wouldn’t have been satisfied without bending Frederick over and licking him in places Vaughan had been nervous to do to Sam. Frederick tasted like fire and sin, but Vaughan had shoved his tongue into Frederick’s quivering hole repeatedly. He couldn’t control the urges that reared their heads from inside.
A tremble rushed down Vaughan’s spine.
Yes, there was something wonderful happening between him and Frederick, but it seemed as if it was doomed before it even started. Frederick was leaving, and though he said he would come back, Vaughan didn’t see it. Frederick could have any man he wanted—lawyers, doctors, entrepreneurs—what would he want with some old man whose muscles hurt when it rained?
To make things worse, fame wasn’t conducive to successful relationships. Hollywood may not have taught him much, but Vaughan paid attention. There were stars married for thirty something years filing for divorce. Thirty years. After all that time it all still fell apart.
Frederick had made his point the night before, but that voice of doubt still lingered as Vaughan set his phone on the bedside table and wandered into the sitting area of the suite to find his clothes. His pants were lying in a crumpled mess on the floor, and his shirt somehow was sitting on the edge of an overstuffed chair. His boxers, he couldn’t find, so he gave up and locked himself in the bathroom. He used the toilet. Then after washing his hands, he splashed cool water on his face. For a moment he stared at himself in the mirror, wondering why he looked so lost. His facial hair was slowly creeping in along his jawlines, and his nose flared a little more than he was used to.
Vaughan rinsed his mouth with clear water then some mouthwash since he had no toothbrush there. He tested his breath the age old-way by blowing into his palm and sniffed.
“That’s as good as it’s getting under the circumstances,” he muttered, tossing his shirt over a shoulder then hauling on his pants. Without buttoning it up, he pulled up the zipper then let himself out into the bedroom. Frederick was still asleep so Vaughan slipped into his shirt, found his wallet, found the keycard from where Frederick dropped it and snuck from the room. When he approached the front desk, a pretty looking woman grinned at him.
“Good morning. I’d like to order breakfast for Penthouse six,” Vaughan told her.
“Oh we can add that to the bill for the room.”
“No, I don’t want that,” Vaughan said. He pulled his credit card out and set it on the counter. “Please put the breakfast on this card. It’s supposed to be a surprise.”
She grinned. “I understand.”
He waited until she grabbed the credit card and tapped away at her keyboard. When she handed the card back she eyed him. “What would you like to order?”
It didn’t take much longer, and soon she handed him a receipt. With a smile, he thanked her and headed back to the room. He entered, set the access card on the center table before toeing off his shoes and letting himself into the bedroom. He climbed into the bed behind Frederick, wrapped his arms around him and kissed his neck and shoulder. “Freddy?”
Frederick yawned and slightly opened his eyes. “Good morning, lover. Why are you out of bed?”
“I had to use the bathroom. My morning breath isn’t as sexy as the rest of me.” Vaughan nuzzled his neck.
Frederick laughed heartily. “I would have kissed you anyway.” Frederick moved his head so he could kiss Vaughan’s lips. “Mmm, minty.”
A low rumbled left Vaughan’s chest. How could he already be so obsessed with kissing this man? With a soft sigh, he lifted his head. “Okay, rise and shine. Breakfast will be here in t-minus…” He checked his phone for the time. “Half an hour.”
“What if I wanted you for breakfast?” Frederick shifted in bed to face Vaughan and began nuzzling his neck. He traced a finger over Vaughan’s nipple through his shirt, then over to the other one while he continued planting light kisses underneath his ear.
“Then…” Vaughan moaned, leaning in to nip at Frederick’s ear. His body was already aroused with the few things Frederick had done to him. Usually he was better at control, better at—he sighed. “You will have to think how long you are willing to pay for therapy for the poor guy who walks in to bring us food. If you’re going to squeeze those, you might wanna put your back into it.”
Frederick didn’t stop. Instead, he did begin to pinch Vaughan’s nipples harder, and then he leaned in for a kiss. The lip-lock was passionate, but soft, and Frederick added tongue as a bonus.
“I tell you what.” Vaughan was breathy. He pushed to his knees and braced against Frederick’s shoulder to roll him to his back. “Why don’t you grab a condom then assume the position for me?”
“As you wish, Sir.” Frederick followed Vaughan’s instructions, reaching into the bag they’d left on the nightstand. He grabbed two, handing both to Vaughan before rising up on all fours, leaving his ass completely exposed and open.
Vaughan caressed Frederick with one hand before realizing something was missing. After dropping a quick kiss to one of Frederick’s cheeks then the next, he climbed off the bed to grab lube before kneeling behind Frederick again. Though he wanted more, this had to be quick. It seemed their bodies didn’t understand they had no time for this. Quickly, he dressed himself in one of the condoms by using his teeth to rip the packet open then rolling the condom onto himself. He used a lube covered finger to play with Frederick, preparing him to take all of Vaughan.
“Ready?” Vaughan asked, aiming the head of his cock for Frederick’s entrance.
“Yes. I want you inside me now. Then once the guy leaves and we eat, you can do it again,” Frederick said between hampered breaths.
But Vaughan had a better idea. Instead of driving into Frederick like he wanted, he braced himself, eased the head in and tapped Frederick light on the ass. “Ride back on me. Show me how much you want it.”
Frederick did just that, moving his body back and forth, impaling himself on Vaughan’s hard shaft. With each movement, he exhaled and tightened his hold around Vaughan’s erection.
There was no way to deny it. Vaughan was being burned alive, and he couldn’t stop it. Watching his dick slide between Frederick’s cheeks left him breathless as he pulsed harder than ever before. Though he wanted to hold Frederick’s hips, Vaughan busied himself, pinching at his own nipples and allowing Frederick to ride him as he saw fit. It was the most amazing sensation that sent electricity surging down Vaughan’s spine.
“That’s it, baby,” Vaughan whispered. When Frederick slowed his hips, Vaughan spanked him. “Don’t stop now. Make me come.”
“Not stopping, a little tired from last night,” Frederick managed and started pushing back again, this time at a faster speed than before. Instead of breathing, he grunted with each motion and reached around Vaughan, grabbing his hips.
That killed the mood for Vaughan. The last thing he wanted to do was make Frederick so exhausted. He pulled his body back and removed the condom. “Maybe we should try again after breakfast,” he said, setting himself and clothes right again.
Frederick leaned down, still breathing heavily. He flopped down on the bed, appearing to struggle. “Oh God, Vaughan, I disappointed you. I’m sorry, lover. Sometimes I tire myself out too fast. I want to do nothing but please you.” Frederick turned around and lay on his back. His face looked flushed and his eyes appeared to be misty. Frederick clutched the spot around his heart.
“You really need to take better care of yourself,” Vaughan told him. “And you didn’t disappoint me. Making love with me isn’t just to please me. It is as much about you as it is about me. If you’re not getting pleasure from it, it’s not worth doing. Now, give me a kiss and we’ll ge
t ready for food.”
Frederick struggled to rise up to Vaughan’s level. When he finally made it, he placed a chaste kiss on Vaughan’s lips. “I was enjoying myself. It felt good to have you filling me up. I wanted to feel that condom expand inside me again, but my body wouldn’t allow me to continue. Doctor says I push myself too hard, but what the hell does he know? I play violin. I don’t play stupid football.” Frederick looked irritated.
“He’s a doctor, Freddy.” Vaughan began hauling on his clothes. “They know what they’re talking about, most times. You stay in bed. I’ll bring you food. You say you’re going on tour starting tomorrow, right? Let me serve you breakfast in bed.”
“Wednesday actually. And I’m fine. Really.” Frederick started running his hands through his messy blond locks. “I’m young. I bike long distances, sometimes up to five miles. I push myself because I love a challenge. Sometimes I might overdo it a tad, but I like staying in shape. Perhaps having sex on the regular will be a good thing for me, then. Give me more of an excuse to stay in bed.” Frederick winked.
Someone knocked on the door, and Vaughan took a breath before climbing off the bed. After ensuring his clothes were on properly, he reached for his wallet and exited the bedroom to tend to the visitor. A hotel staff greeted him and wheeled in a cart with food. Vaughan tipped him and closed the door after he left. Gripping the handle, he rolled the cart into the bedroom close to the bed and sat on the edge beside it.
“You, wash up,” Vaughan said. “This morning you’re taking it easy. I don’t care what you say.”
“All right, Daddy. I’ll go.” Frederick kissed Vaughan’s cheek, slid to the side, and took his time getting up. When he straightened, Frederick slowly ambled to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Vaughan shook his head and began peering under the dome covers. Omelets, a fruit salad, pancakes that were still steamy, sausages, home fries—Vaughan sighed. It’d been a long time since he’d had such a big breakfast. But even as all the food looked tasty, he didn’t feel like eating. How could he have not seen Frederick wasn’t feeling well? He should have been able to tell before starting anything with him. Vaughan sighed, grabbed one of the mugs and poured himself some coffee. He dumped a cube of sugar in it and stirred then eased to the bed with his back against the headboard.
You’re going to have to slow this down, V.
Frederick walked back out, looking a little more refreshed. “Whoa. Who’s going to eat all that? I would’ve been happy with just a bowl of Rice Krispies like I usually have.” He laughed and climbed back in bed next to Vaughan.
“Okay. Lesson learned. No more doing nice things for Frederick,” Vaughan muttered, climbing off the bed to dish Frederick some food. He handed him the plate. “Here.”
Frederick took the plate and smiled wryly. “Oh, don’t go getting all sour on me, I’m not a big eater, but I will eat more for you. Maybe it will give me the energy I need for us to finish what we started a little while ago.”
“And you still don’t get it.” Vaughan took a final sip from his coffee and set the mug down. He reached for his cell and headed for the door. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Vaughan, wait!” Frederick put his plate down and rushed after him. Again, his breathing sounded hampered as it was when they were in bed.
“Why are you leaving? What did I say to upset you?” He leaned in and dragged his long fingers on the side of his face. “I want to be with you. Why do you have to leave when we are going on a date later anyway?”
“You don’t get it,” Vaughan said. “This—what we’re doing here, isn’t all about me. I don’t want you to do things because you think it’s what I want. I don’t want you to say things because you think it’s what I want. That never ends well. I want you to have a say in this relationship, have a say in what goes into your body.”
Frederick appeared to be processing everything Vaughan said. He shrugged and stepped back a moment, looking like a lost child. His lip quivered. “Being with you is what I want, Vaughan. I want you here with me, and I don’t want you to leave. Look, I’ve never really had much luck in the relationship department. So, please give me a chance to understand it. I want us to give this a try and see where it leads.”
“Then stop being so agreeable, Freddy.” Vaughan sighed and leaned his back into the doorframe. “I want a man to give me a little bit of a fight. It might scare you, but I—you should eat something and rest. You don’t look so good. And I have to run home, shower, change, check in on Kelliani and the puppy—I’ll come back for our date. If you want I can stay a little bit longer.”
Frederick looked sheepish and ran his hands through his hair again. He fiddled with the charm hanging from his neck. “I will. I might need a little more sleep is all, but I want you to lie with me,” Frederick muttered under his breath. It looked as if he were swearing. “Please, Vaughan? I’m alone all the time, except for when Deena is around, but I don’t wish to sleep with her.” He harrumphed. “Stay with me and enjoy this food. Then we rest, and if you wake up before I do, go home and get ready. Can you do that for me?”
“Baby.” Vaughan framed Frederick’s face with his palms. He leaned in dropping soft kisses against Frederick’s nose, forehead then both cheeks. Hearing Frederick’s voice so soft broke his heart, and he wasn’t even sure that was possible. “Do you want to come home with me instead? I mean, my place isn’t a palace, but it’s clean and mine.”
Frederick smiled and nodded “I don’t need it to be a palace. I’d love to see where you live. As a matter of fact, I can grab my clothes and get dressed at your house. That’s if you don’t mind. I was supposed to be spending time over with my folks, but they’ve seen me all week.”
“I don’t want to take you away from your folks. I’m sure they miss you.”
“They’ve seen me enough.” Frederick backed away from Vaughan, taking one of his hands. “Let’s eat so it won’t go to waste. Then, we can leave. Deal?”
Vaughan smiled. Though he wanted nothing more than to hold Frederick to the bed, he settled for passing his tongue across his lips and nodded.
Chapter Twelve
Once Frederick and Vaughan finished eating, Frederick felt as if he could sleep for hours. He didn’t dare tell Vaughan that because he didn’t want to be treated like a porcelain doll. Frederick fought with the doctor, Deena, and even his mom at times about how much he liked to push himself. Still, he refused to believe that he was doing so much damage to his body. He’d already cut what used to be a fifty-two performances in sixty days tour, down to the thirty at the doctor’s recommendation. In his mind, he was disappointing a lot of people by doing so, but his physician warned him about overexerting himself. Frederick really didn’t think touring was all that strenuous. He refused to believe traveling and playing violin did that much harm to his body.
After he gathered his clothes, Frederick was all set to follow Vaughan out when his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and saw Deena’s name pop up, so he pushed the connect button.
“Hello, Deena.”
“Hey. How about breakfast? Something more than Rice Krispies will do you good.”
Frederick grinned and pulled his duffle up onto his shoulder. “I’ve already eaten, and you’ll be happy to know that I did eat more than the cereal. Listen, can I call you later? I’m on my way out with Vaughan.”
“What? The bartender, when did you—”
“I’ll explain later. Bye, love. Kiss.” Frederick hung up quickly, knowing Deena would be reading him the riot act later. Not only about hanging up on her, but not sharing details about his nightly activities. Frederick nodded at Vaughan when he flashed him a confused look. They stepped on the elevator, and Frederick leaned in, lightly pressing his lips to Vaughan’s jaw. “By the way, where do you want to go this evening?”
“I thought that was my decision?” Vaughan asked. “Don’t worry, we will be going out. I won’t be taking you to my creepy basement of love or anything.”
They stepped off the elevator with Frederick holding on to Vaughan’s arm. Frederick placed his shades over his eyes, and as they walked by a few patrons, he happened to notice a picture of himself and Vaughan at Prince’s the other night on the front of the Vermont Nightlife section.
“Good, Lord.” Frederick shook his head, wondering if he should go and buy a copy just to see what it said. “Vaughan, not to alarm you, but it looks like we made the local gossip paper today.”
“Um—say what now?” Vaughan asked, turning.
Frederick nodded in the direction of the paper. “There. We’re on the front page. Let me go grab a copy from the desk. It looks like they got both our best sides.”
Frederick let go of Vaughan, who appeared to be a little bothered by seeing himself in print. He paid the clerk, then walked back over to his lover. “It says nothing but world-famous violinist, Frederick Tremblay has a new, strapping beau. Then there’s another picture of me with the rat, Jerry, underneath the small blurb. Ugh! They could’ve cut that part out.”
“There’s world hunger, but by all means obsess with the violinist and who he’s sleeping with,” Vaughan muttered, then headed over to the front desk to speak with the lady. When he returned, his lips were pressed into a thin line. “Our taxi is outside. We should go.”
“Good. I’m anxious to see your place. And don’t worry. Because I am one of Vermont’s biggest celebrities they needed something to write about.” Frederick squeezed Vaughn’s bicep as they started out the door to the taxi. The cab driver took his bag.
“Where do you live? Are you far away from Prince’s?” Suddenly feeling overheated, Frederick unbuttoned his jacket. He started waving his hands back and forth, fanning his face.
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