by Tara Lain
Can’t get deep enough. Can’t fuck hard enough. Every dream, every vision of his recent life flashed in front of Ru’s eyes, flowed through his veins, filled his lungs. I’m fucking Gray Anson. I’m fucking Gray Anson.
Gray gasped, and his perfect rhythm faltered. “Don’t wanna stop, but I’m gonna, oh God, I’m—ohhhhh.” Hot spunk hit Ru’s hand as he grabbed Gray’s dick—wow, way more than a handful—and more splattered the back of his door.
Ru wrapped a hard arm around Gray’s middle, forcing his butt even higher, raised one foot onto the cabinet, and hammered his hips like a piston, every deep thrust rocking his balls and firing shock waves of pleasure into his brain until something exploded—maybe in his groin, maybe in his head, maybe in his heart. His body convulsed and shot his wad of wads into the ass of his never-ending dreams as lights like the Fourth of July flashed behind his eyes.
He dropped forward, still holding Gray’s ass in the air, until his head rested on the small of Gray’s back, still covered by the gray hoodie.
Gradually some level of human consciousness returned. Well, damn. Gray’s body shook like he had the plague. “You okay, darling? Did I hurt you?”
No answer. Worse shaking.
“Gray?” Ru stood and pulled Gray to standing, then turned him around. Tears flowed down his face like a silent water feature. “Sweet Jesus, what’s wrong? I’m sorry. I got carried away and I—”
Gray pressed a finger against Ru’s lips. “I-I never knew.”
“Knew what, love? I know I’m too much for some. I can tone down.” Could he?
“Never. Oh please, don’t tone down for me. I never knew it could be like this. Just never stop.” He flashed that gazillion-dollar smile. “Ride me hard and put me away wet.”
“Umm. Want to make a western, huh?” He grinned.
“I’ll be your pony.”
That idea almost got Ru’s cock to wiggle again.
Gray touched Ru’s cheek. “How did you get to be so perfect?”
Ru laughed. “Darling, you’re asking my line.”
Chapter Fifteen
Ru stared at his laptop screen as the actors milled about waiting for rehearsal to start. He sighed as he stared at the latest Gray Anson news. The model hanging on Gray’s arm at the big charity event in New York sure set new records in sexy. Just how gay is he really?
“Holy cow, she’s beautiful. Is this the new girl?”
Ru looked up at Merle, who stared over his shoulder at the screen.
Be cool. “What? Oh, actually I was looking at how great my gown shows on the red carpet, but yes, she is pretty. Maybe the new girl, but when would he have met her? More likely his publicist set this one up.”
“Aww, poor baby.” Merle laughed. “Hot and cold running blondes, compliments of his PR department. And your dress looks fabulous.”
“Yeah.” Ru forced a smile. Gray had dragged himself out of bed the previous morning and taken off for New York and the big charity event held that night at Lincoln Center.
“By the way, congrats on the whole investor thing. Having Gray Anson behind you must make the future a lot easier.”
Ah, there was the question. Ru nodded. The story had been everywhere today. Photos of him with Gray. Film footage of his fashions. The kind of publicity no amount of money could buy.
Merle grinned. “I’d never have taken him for a guy interested in fashion.”
“Me either. I lured him over to the dark side.”
Merle flipped a lock of Ru’s hair out of his eyes. “If anyone could, baby, you’d be the one.”
What exactly did he mean by that?
Artie yelled, “Okay, everyone. Gather round. Let’s get this party started. Mike’s going to hold book and read Gray’s lines today. This will give us a chance to work out any last-minute problems with costume changes. Ru will supervise. Do your peeing and water drinking and take your places for act 1.”
The front doors to the theater opened and, like a big, beautiful wind from the east, in walked Gray, followed by Benson and Courtney. Neither of them looked ecstatic, but Gray grinned ear to ear. “Hey, am I in time to rehearse?”
Artie glanced up, startled. “I thought we weren’t seeing you today. Jesus, did you fly all night?”
Benson crossed his arms. “Exactly.”
Gray radiated cute puppy charm. “I didn’t want to throw off the timing by making everyone rehearse without me.” His eyes landed on Ru, hung there for just a moment, then moved on, leaving Ru breathless.
Artie nodded. “Thanks, Gray. We all appreciate that yeoman effort. Okay, places, everyone.”
Ru closed the laptop and headed for stage left, where he wanted to supervise the costuming of the ghost during act 1. Sadly that was opposite where Hamlet entered for the first time in scene 2. Ru’s stomach percolated like someone had filled it with champagne. Gray came back. Gray came home. Even if there had been the slightest chance he really was interested in girls, he hadn’t stayed in New York long enough to be with one—or a guy either. He came back. Okay, he probably had some big business deal to do or movie to shoot, but it added up to the same thing.
The tall man named Aldus who played the dead king, aka Ghost, stood in the wings. Ru inspected the makeup. “Umm. Pretty good. We may want to add some more glitter for the performance.”
Aldus planted a paw on his white-and-silver-clad hip. “Ru, I’m already starting to feel like the ghost of Christmas Gay.”
Ru gave him a wide spread of arms. “And your point is?”
Aldus laughed. “Okay, okay. I give. I look faaaaabulous.”
“And don’t you forget it.” He actually did look great. The ghost drifted by in half armor, half chiffon. “You’re a regular Tinker Bell badass.” Reminds me of—oh yeah, me.
The ghost poised for his entrance as the costumer gave his floaty bits one last shake.
A strong, warm arm slithered around Ru’s waist and pulled him backward into the shadows. Ru grinned over his shoulder. “Gray, you have to go on—”
Gray’s mouth closed over Ru’s protest. Tongue, nibbly teeth, and deep pulling suction. Holy shit, had it only been one day? Every plunge of Gray’s tongue connected directly to nerves that controlled Ru’s cock, and the thing set up an escape plan from his jeans that would have made most prisoners jealous. Ru gripped his fingers deep into Gray’s hair and kissed him back fiercely.
On stage Marcellus said, “It was about to speak when the cock crew.”
Gray gripped Ru’s cheeks and managed to pull back from his grip. “Gotta go. See you in a minute.”
Wow. Superhero exit. Gray took off through the stage-right door and disappeared. The lights on the half of the stage where the castle ramparts stood began to fade, while the lights on the party scene came up. The king and queen sat there in full regalia, and seconds later, right on cue and without so much as a breathless word, Hamlet entered.
Whew. Ru leaned against the wall and tried to calm down. Oh man, just get this rehearsal over and let it be night. With a deep breath, he hurried back to his dressers and prepared for the change of Gertrude and Claudius. For a couple more scenes, he set costumes and checked positions of accessories. Between scenes 4 and 5, the ghost exited, and Hamlet followed a few lines later. Gray glanced around quickly and pulled Ru behind a flat propped against the wall.
Ru hissed, “Someone’s going to see you, Mr. Protect My Reputation at All Costs.”
“Don’t care. Need a taste. Missed you so bad.”
Ru snorted. “It was one day.”
“One too many.” The storm in those eyes flashed lightning.
Holy Mary. That’s me he’s talking about. Ru grabbed Gray’s head and kissed him hard while he massaged his buttock with the other hand. He ripped his mouth away and whispered, “Just imagine what I’m going to do to you tonight.”
Gray’s eyes rolled, and he grabbed his cock through his fabulous costume.
“Now get on that stage.”
Gray rounded the ca
nvas flat, and Ru heard his voice speaking to the ghost. He sounded great. Damned good. Ru ran to the dressing room to oversee the intra-act costume changes. For the rest of the five acts, he and Gray played kissy-face and grabass wherever there was a moment. Maybe Gray felt more comfortable with theater people than movie crews. For whatever reason, he seemed to be risking a lot for a little fun and games. Ru grinned. But it sure as hell was fun.
Here I am staring in that full-length mirror again. Interesting costume. T-shirt and erect cock. Positively Shakespearean.
He blew out his breath and glanced at the time. Gray should be there any minute. Hence, erect cock. And covered back.
You’ve gotta tell him sometime.
Ru frowned. No, maybe not.
He shared his biggest secret with you.
Not like I was going to hate him because he’s gay.
Do you think he’ll hate you if he knows?
Big risk.
He smoothed his unique bedcovering, grabbed his jeans, and slid them on, shoving the protesting cock down so it made a nice, inviting bulge on his thigh. Good. He hurried into the kitchen and basted the chicken piccata. Not that he was hungry—for food, anyway. Jesus, all his thoughts centered south of his stomach. He turned the oven way low to keep the food warm but not dry it out, depending on how things developed.
Speaking of things, he gave a press to his still half-masted cock, then tested the bottle of champagne he had chilling in the refrigerator. Gray mostly drank beer, but not tonight, baby. He had plans for this bubbly.
The knock on the back door, only feet away, sent a shiver up his spine. He took a deep breath, opened the door a crack, and whispered, “What’s the password?”
“I miss you desperately.”
Ru threw open the door. “Hell, darling, that will get you most anything you want.”
Gray strode in, radiating sweetness and sex. Odd to think of one of the world’s biggest blowers-of-things-up as sweet, but that was Gray’s vibe. If he’d met Gray somewhere at the end of the earth and didn’t know who he was, Ru’s description would have said shy to the point of diffident and self-deprecating.
Gray wrapped his arms around Ru and kicked the door closed behind him. “I’m so glad to see you.”
“Likewise. I didn’t think you’d be back for another day or two.”
“Couldn’t stay away.”
“Hmmm. Wonder what he wants?” Ru chuckled, stood on his tiptoes, and pressed his own erection against the one pushing out the front of Gray’s jeans.
Gray touched a finger to Ru’s cheek. “Yes, I do want that. But I mostly want to see you.”
The words slid through some chink in that Ru Maitland armor, and tears sprang to his eyes. “Thank you. That means a lot.” He gently pressed his lips to Gray’s and just lingered, fighting back the heat, to show him how lovely those simple words were.
When he pulled back, Gray grinned. “Before I forget due to other distractions, I have to go to a local location for some early shooting on my next film. Want to come?”
Ru lit up from the inside. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. They have a few car crash scenes that they want to shoot before we go on location in New York. I won’t be heading back east until after my one-week run in Hamlet, but this would be a chance for you to get to see some stunts up close.” He smiled. “And to spend the day with me.”
“Well, I’ll have to ask Shaz, and car crashes aren’t my specialty, but to spend the day with you? Hell yes.”
Gray hugged him right off his feet. “Actually I have to leave tonight to get up to the location, because we’ll be starting before dawn. I’ll have Chris pick you up and bring you there.”
“Aww. No snuggles tonight, then?”
Gray grinned, flashing those dimples as big as craters. “There’s always time for snuggling. The night is young.”
“Let’s make the most of it. We’re starting with champagne.”
“What are we celebrating?”
“What aren’t we celebrating?” He grabbed the bottle, two glasses, and waggled a finger. “How hungry are you?”
“Not very. We worked straight through today, so we never even got sandwiches until after four. I’m still pretty full. But if you’re hungry, I’ll sit and keep you company. Whatever you’re making sure smells good.”
Ru flipped off the oven. “We’ll have it later.” He giggled. “Much later. We need to have our drinks first.”
“Okay.”
“Come with me.” He led the way into the bedroom, with Gray already breathing a little heavily just from the direction of travel.
Ru set the bottle and glasses on the end table, then swept a hand toward his bedcovering, which featured a plastic tablecloth under a soft cotton blanket. “Ta-da.”
Gray cocked his head. “What’s that?”
“A waterproof—or should I say champagneproof—bedcovering. I didn’t want to have to remake the whole bed.”
That million-megawatt smile consumed his face. “So the bed’s going to get wet?”
“Ummm. Probably—if we do it right.”
“How do I do it right?” He sounded breathless.
“Take off all your clothes and lie down.”
For Gray, looking clumsy almost never happened. Except at this moment. He tried to pull off his belt and shove down his jeans so fast, he forgot to take off his $400 leather sneakers, resulting in a bumbling pretzel crashing onto the bed, bound up in denim ankle cuffs.
Ru laughed and got a frown from Gray. “Don’t just stand there. Take off the damned shoes.” He smiled. “Please.”
Ru removed the beautiful shoes, tossed them aside, then grabbed Gray’s jeans and yanked them off, leaving him in only a pair of baby-blue bikini briefs. Ru chortled. “Oh yeah, you’re gay.”
“I wore them just for you.” Gray bobbed his butt and had them off so fast Ru barely got to admire them. Then he pulled his long-sleeved T-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.
Oh man, what a body. Lean and ripped, even more beautiful than the movies revealed. To say nothing of that mind-bending cock.
“Lie on your back.” Admiring the impressive length and breadth of Gray’s full upright position, Ru sauntered to the nightstand and carefully removed the foil and the cage from the champagne bottle, then popped the cork. Gray’s dick bobbed in time. Ru poured some champagne into one of the glasses and sat next to Gray, who appeared to be bouncing in place in anticipation. With a twirl of one finger, he swirled the champagne, then slid the wet digit across Gray’s beautiful lips.
An anxious tongue emerged and licked the liquid. “Ummm. I could really get into champagne if you deliver it that way.”
“Ah, I’ve barely begun to display my champagne-delivery skills.” He wet his finger again and made a circle around Gray’s hard-as-a-diamond nipple, then laved it with his tongue before sucking the champagne-flavored nub into his mouth.
Gray gasped, and his hips rose from the bed.
Ru pulled back and chuckled. “Don’t get too excited yet. We have far to go.” He poured a splash of liquid into the center of Gray’s breastbone and watched it dribble down and collect in his innie. Oh yes, what a way to consume alcohol. He followed the lines of bubbly from the swell of Gray’s pecs down to his navel. That put his lips dangerously close to the prime target area, and Gray knew it. His cockhead stretched up beyond his belly button but curved slightly to the right, giving Ru just enough space to nuzzle in and gather the liquid on his tongue.
Gray twisted so his dick slapped against Ru’s cheek.
Ru chuckled. “A little impatient, are we?”
“Come on!”
“Come on what, darling?”
“Suck it, please. Please.”
“Oh, you ask so sweetly. How can I resist?” He shifted an inch and stuck out his tongue until it gathered precum dripping from Gray’s penis, then licked some more champagne from his belly.
“More, please.”
“More? Hmmm.” He pour
ed a stream of champagne right on Gray’s cock, which got a giggle and hip bounce from the cock owner. “Goin’ down.” He picked up the big rod and slowly fed it into his mouth, sucking as he went.
“Holy shit.”
Ru chuckled but kept swallowing until he had dick all the way into his throat. No gagging. He’d had lots of experience at this. In fact, he could almost say that giving head had saved his life. But oh man, he’d never enjoyed it this much before or been tasked with quite such a formidable mouthful.
His tongue came out to play, up one side of Gray’s shaft and down the other. Then he guided Gray’s cock back into his throat.
“Ru, oh Ru. So good. Thank you. Oh man.”
Lovely salty, tangy tastes filled his mouth as he ground the tip of his tongue into Gray’s piss slit, then pursed his lips and sucked the tip like a chocolate-covered strawberry.
“Holy shit. Baby. Stop or I’ll come.”
Ru pulled away. “Sounds like a good reason to keep going to me. Relax, you’re in good hands.” Ru grabbed the lube from the end table and went back to sucking.
Gray seemed to like the relaxing idea, because he threw his head back and started to yell. “Oh yeah, so good, so good. Jesus. So hot. Gonna explode.”
Ru kept the cock in his mouth while he popped the lube cap and poured a dollop in his hands. Swiping with his fingers, he slid under Gray’s butt and persuaded two lubed fingers into his hole, then started pumping his hand.
“Yes! My balls are on fire. Oh God. You’re sucking the juice right out of me. Coming!”
Hot cum hit the back of Ru’s throat and he swallowed as Gray bobbed and hollered, gasping for words as his body shook.
Whoa, total hotness. Ru grabbed his own cock with one hand to keep from coming. Just looking up at Gray’s ecstatic face made him want to squirt in his jeans.
As the shudders running through Gray started to die down, Ru sat back and grabbed Gray’s legs, pushing them up. “Here. Hold these.”
Gray gave that giggle again and flipped his perfect ass in the air.
Ru ripped his own jeans off, snapped on a condom, positioned his cock at Gray’s gaping hole so relaxed from his orgasm, and pushed in with little resistance.
