by Jamie Craig
There were still plenty of people around the lot, but nobody paid any attention to him. Once he reached his car, he kept his eye out for Sam, not pulling out of the lot until Sam turned onto the street in his black Chevy. True to his word, he didn’t run any reds, or otherwise make it difficult for Elijah to follow. He might have worried about Sam changing his mind, except he could still taste the other man’s come on the back of his tongue, and smell the musky scent of Sam’s skin on his lips.
Elijah parked at the end of the block, instead of directly in front of Sam’s house. He hurried to the porch, smiling when he saw Sam was waiting for him.
“You better know your lines for tomorrow,” he teased as he unlocked the front door. “Because I don’t think you’re going to get much time to run them tonight.”
His lips twitched. “Oh, damn. I hadn’t even looked at the call time yet. I don’t know what we’re shooting tomorrow.”
Sam pushed the door open and stepped into darkness. He flicked a switch on the wall as Elijah followed, revealing a casually tidy living room with a narrow brown couch along one wall and books scattered around. A script rested open on the coffee table, and in the corner, a pair of skis leaned against the wall.
“Do you want anything to drink?” Now that they were alone, safe from discovery with the door shut and the house to themselves, Sam seemed nervous. “Or eat, if you’re hungry. I’m sure I’ve got something I can throw together.”
“No, I’m not hungry. Not yet, anyway.” Elijah reached for him, wrapping his fingers around Sam’s wrist. “You don’t want to waste time eating, do you?”
“No, not really.”
Sam came into the embrace without argument, the hard lines of his increasingly familiar body molding along Elijah’s. His pulse fluttered against Elijah’s fingertips, just like the hand that flitted over his face. It was a physical mapping to equal the visual one he’d taken in his trailer, and Elijah stood there patiently, giving him the time he needed. It wasn’t easy. Each touch burned. He ached to move past the careful exploration. He’d waited for this for too long.
Sam ceased his dance by drawing his thumb over Elijah’s lower lip. “I think you’re incredible,” he said softly. “I still can’t believe you’re really here.”
“Well, I am.” He caught Sam’s thumb with his lips and gently sucked it into his mouth. Even though he could still feel the shape and weight of Sam’s cock against his tongue, he still felt the need to taste as much of Sam’s skin as he could. “You looked like somebody sucker punched you when I stepped out of the bathroom. Did you think I was really going to just go home?”
“I wouldn’t have blamed you. You know how Gordon can go on.”
“Yeah, I know. But I also know that you damned near killed me in that last scene.” Elijah licked his lips, his arm going around Sam’s body. “It would have taken a lot more than Gordon to make me go home alone.”
“We do have good chemistry.” He nibbled at the corner of Elijah’s mouth. “I should probably make it all up to you.”
Elijah shivered and turned into the kiss, hungrily searching for more of Sam’s mouth. He responded immediately, and long minutes were lost as the kiss evolved between them. His cock, which had been mostly erect for the entire drive, now hardened against his tight pants. He felt like he was going to burst, and the demanding pressure of Sam’s mouth wasn’t helping, but he couldn’t pull away from him until his head was spinning.
“You can start by taking me to your room.”
An impish gleam appeared in Sam’s pale eyes. Entwining their fingers, he led the way down a short hallway, past a bathroom to a door ajar at the end. A king-sized bed, unmade from that morning, dominated the bedroom. Somehow, the rumpled sheets were the sexiest thing Elijah had ever seen. The image of a naked Sam tossing and turning amongst them was only replaced by the real thing knocking him back onto the blankets.
“Stay,” he ordered. He crouched and, unseen, yanked Elijah’s shoes off. The socks came next. Then, the blond hair came back into view as Sam smoothed his hands up Elijah’s thighs to his belt. “Half the country would be so jealous of me right about now.”
Elijah couldn’t stop himself from touching Sam. He appreciated all the compliments Sam kept giving him—had been giving him since the beginning of the shoot—but he knew Sam exaggerated. If pay scales and gossip columnists were anything to go by, half the country would be jealous of Elijah. Especially since Sam was working his belt free, and Elijah could caress the soft hair, the strong jaw, the defined cheekbones, and most importantly, his full mouth.
The zipper came next. Sam didn’t look away as he pulled it slowly down, but rather than reach inside and touch Elijah, he slipped his hands along the garment and beneath Elijah’s hips, massaging his ass for a moment before tugging the pants and underwear down.
Sam turned and pressed his lips to the inside of Elijah’s bare thigh. “So you’re in my room.” He licked along the tendon, closer to his balls. “And you’re half naked. Anything you’d like for me to do next?”
Elijah’s cock twitched, Sam’s breath feeling cool against his over-heated skin. “One thing. You can get undressed, since you’ve already seen me naked.”
“Only because you beat me to the shower.”
But he straightened anyway, his hands going to his shirt. He peeled that off first, exposing his lightly furred chest, the hair slightly darker than the sun-faded shade on his head. Elijah drank in the carved muscles, more powerful than his clothing suggested, and licked his lips when Sam worked at his waistband. He wanted another taste. What he’d got in the trailer hadn’t been nearly enough.
Especially when Sam pushed the rest of his clothes out of the way and his thick cock bobbed into view.
Sam crawled onto the bed between his legs until he straddled Elijah’s body. “Well, Mr. McKinley?” he said, adopting a sycophantic tone. “What can I do for you now?”
Elijah gripped Sam’s hips and thrust against him, seeking out the warm friction. He had the feeling Sam would do anything that he asked, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure what to ask for. His mouth? Or would Sam let Elijah fuck him?
“Anything I want?”
“Anything.”
“Then you can get me ready to fuck you.”
Sam’s pupils had already dilated with desire, but seeing them widen with hungry surprise at his declaration was even better. “Yes, sir,” he breathed, then lowered his head to nuzzle at Elijah’s neck. He kissed and licked as his hand reached between their bodies, but when he grasped his aching shaft, Elijah couldn’t help but thrust into the grip. “Oh yeah. More of that. Especially when you’re in me.”
Elijah sighed with mingled relief and desire. He tilted his head back, and Sam focused on his pulse, biting gently on the skin. It was such a little thing, but Elijah couldn’t think of the last time he felt something so good. “I wasn’t sure if you’d agree to that.”
“Why?” He felt the smile against his heated flesh. “I know what feels good.” Sam lifted his head. The sin was back in his gaze. “And don’t think I’m not going to make sure you know it, too.”
“Oh, I believe you.” He groaned as Sam squeezed his shaft again. Sam’s tight ass clenching and trembling around his cock would be a thousand times better. He reached up, running his fingers along Sam’s jaw. How impossible would it be the next day to stop himself from touching or kissing Sam? How could he stop himself from staring at the other man? Even that would be too risky. “God, I believe you.”
Sam rocked gently above him, the slow burn of his chest rubbing over Elijah’s as maddening as the erratic constrictions around his shaft. “I have to get up and get the lube, but I really don’t want to let you go to do it.”
“It’ll be better if you do,” Elijah murmured, but instead of pushing Sam off of him, he skimmed his fingers down the center of his ass. Sam jerked slightly, pushing back against his hand. Elijah circled his hole with the tip of his finger. “Easier.”
“Is that
what we want?” His tongue darted over his lips. “Easy?”
“Well, I don’t want there to be any obstacle between me and pounding into you.”
“Well, when you put it like that…”
Reluctantly, Sam let him go, slithering off the side to go around to the other nightstand. Elijah sat up and stripped out of his shirt while he waited. He wanted the last of the barriers between them to be gone.
Sam returned with a small jar, the lid already off. Dipping two fingers inside, he rubbed the contents over his palms and fingers, greasing them up as he stretched alongside Elijah this time.
“I don’t know what you had in mind, but I want to be on my back.” He licked along Elijah’s jaw, while his slick hands went to work. One returned to stroking his cock, and the other went lower, massaging his balls. “I want to see you when you fuck me.”
Elijah reached over Sam’s body for the jar and dipped his fingers into the slick substance. When he lifted his hand, he sought out Sam’s ass again, spreading the lubricant over his pucker.
“On your back is fine with me. I was hoping you could ride me at some point.” The slick fingers tightened on his shaft, and Elijah’s eyes rolled back. “I’m going to assume that means you like that plan.”
“No, that means I love that plan,” came the husky reply. Sam hooked his leg over Elijah’s hip, exposing himself even further, but his hands never stopped moving, his kisses never slowed. “I’ll do that instead then. I hadn’t thought of that before.”
“Stick with me, kid,” Elijah said with a grin, pushing his middle finger into Sam’s passage. He began pumping his wrist slowly, following the rhythm of Sam’s hand on his cock. “And we’ll do all kinds of things you haven’t thought of before.”
“I’ll show you ‘kid.’“
He was startled when Sam shoved him onto his back, straddling his hips without losing Elijah’s hand in his ass. A broad smile creased his handsome features even as he reached back between their bodies to pull on Elijah’s cock.
“So why do you want me to ride you?”
Elijah wrapped his free hand around Sam’s shaft and thrust against him, itching to get himself buried in Sam’s ass. The skin on the bottom of his feet and beneath his arms tingled and prickled. He had never wanted for anything since his first film—drugs, booze, and men were all easily accessible and readily available. But he had never felt the sort of tight desire that wrapped around him now. None of his other experiences could even touch the way it felt to have Sam’s hot body on top of his, poised to sink onto his shaft.
Elijah licked his lips. “So I can see your gorgeous body. So I don’t miss a single expression on your face. So I can touch every inch of you. So I can just lie here and see what you’re capable of.”
The smile softened, shifting into something almost shy. In that moment, with the shadows dancing across his face, he didn’t look like Sam Coles, movie star. He looked like Sam Coles, just a gorgeous guy from Smalltown, Ohio, touched by a genuine compliment as if he didn’t get them every single day of his life.
Without ceasing his rocking or the firm strokes on Elijah’s cock, Sam bent down and kissed him again, lingering with parted lips without searching for anything deeper. Elijah closed his eyes, sinking into the abyss of sensations. He wanted to touch—not just sexually, but all over. The sharp planes of Sam’s face. The hard line of his shoulder. Somehow, it felt vital to know every inch of the man. Before the night was through, he was determined to try.
The light caresses and the kissing could have lasted all night. Elijah didn’t think he would tire of either in the near future, but his cock was tender and aching, his balls throbbing. The day had been long, and it felt like weeks had passed since Sam had forced him into the wall. And he had been hard the entire time.
He eased his fingers from Sam’s body and gently pushed him back, until the tip of his cock pressed against his hole. Sam’s hand moved down his shaft to grip his base, clearly ready to guide Elijah into his channel.
“God, Sam, please. I can’t wait for you anymore.”
Sam braced his free hand on Elijah’s shoulder. His eyes gleamed with the same brilliant emotion from earlier, and it was that as much as the heat of his flesh burning into his cock that made Elijah gasp. Slowly, deliberately, Sam pressed down. The tight ring refused Elijah entry for long, agonizing seconds, but the moment it yielded, they both sighed. In pleasure. In relief. In satisfaction.
Sam took him in, never slowing to adjust to his girth, never looking away. His cock twitched in Elijah’s grasp, droplets of pre-come seeping from the slit. The heat was greater than anything Elijah could remember experiencing before, the constriction even more so. And it only grew with each advancing inch.
“God, Sam, you’re going to make me come right now.”
The words weren’t far from the truth. He didn’t want to shoot his load like some kid who had never even been touched before, but the pressure around his cock was unbelievable. Once Sam was fully seated, Elijah gripped his hip, his fingers biting into Sam’s flesh with just a little too much pressure.
“Don’t move. Give me a second.” Elijah took a deep breath. “Christ, I might need more than a second.”
“I’m good with that.” Unable to bend closer, Sam caressed his chest, tracing around a nipple before drifting upward. “This is better than anything I dreamed about. I think I can stay like this indefinitely.”
Indefinitely. The word echoed through Elijah’s mind. Probably because he had never gone home with anybody with the intention of staying all night. Or visiting for a second night. Or a third.
Get him moving before you get ahead of yourself.
He put both of his heels against the bed and arched away from the mattress, pushing even deeper into Sam’s body. He rotated his hips slowly, unwilling to lose even a centimeter of contact with Sam.
Sam groaned. Forcing past Elijah’s strength, he pressed their chests together and attacked his mouth, savaging slowly as he sucked Elijah’s tongue into his mouth. That moment of distraction was all he needed to begin rocking away, sliding up Elijah’s shaft with the same sweet torture he’d endured going down.
Elijah grabbed his ass and pushed him back down. Sam’s subsequent grunt more than satisfied him.
“So you can torment me, but I can’t do the same to you?” Sam whispered between kisses. “You’re not playing fair.”
“I’m not interested in fair,” Elijah said between gritted teeth. “I’m interested in making you scream.” He punctuated his point by rocking out of Sam’s body and then slamming home again. He held Sam in place again for several long beats, until the other man squirmed on top of him, his chest and thighs slick. Heat raced through Elijah’s skin, the temperature rising the more Sam struggled against him, until he loosened his hold and let Sam rock forward.
“Who says it won’t be you?” Sam dug his nails into muscles that already trembled from the control Elijah was exerting. His hips continued to rise and fall, his ass squeezing Elijah every inch of every way. “I’ve already come once. You don’t think I can last longer this time?”
Elijah wanted to return the challenge, but he knew he was already holding onto his control with his fingernails. Nobody had ever pushed Elijah so close to the edge so quickly.
“That’s true. But maybe I should even the playing field a bit.”
Wicked curiosity slanted Sam’s mouth. “And how would you do that?”
Elijah pressed his lips to Sam’s in a hard kiss, his arms sneaking around Sam’s back. He held him like that, content to fuck Sam’s mouth with his tongue as he continued to move on Elijah’s cock. Without warning, he flipped over, pinning Sam beneath the weight of his body, and driving his length into Sam’s ass.
“Like this.”
Sam cried out, arching away from the bed as he grappled for some sort of hold on Elijah’s slick skin. Elijah didn’t wait, pistoning in and out of the clenching passage, but it was the way Sam fought every thrust, writhing against him in ne
w and delicious ways, that had him careening toward orgasm.
“Eli…Eli…” They were more puffs of air than actual words, but he saw the greedy desperation in Sam’s pale eyes the split second before he wrapped his legs around his hips and rose to meet each oncoming drive. “Touch me. Please, just…God…”
Each word sent a fresh tremor from his throat to his groin. He straightened to kneel without breaking his rhythm, Sam’s legs still tight around him. He dragged his hand down Sam’s body, starting at the pounding pulse in his throat and ending at his stiff cock. Sam twisted and moaned with each inch, crying out by the time Elijah’s palm skimmed over his wet tip.
Hard heels dug into his ass with each stroke, but Elijah was nearly distracted by the groans that came from Sam’s throat with each circle he made over the crown. Sam let go of where he’d been fisting the blanket to grab Elijah’s wrist, his eyes wide and wild as he forced him to palm the shaft.
A single hard, twisting pull was all it took to get the scream he wanted. Sam convulsed, thick ropes of come painting his stomach. Nails scratched at Elijah’s sweaty skin, but it was the way everything in Sam tightened that finally propelled him to the edge.
Elijah didn’t want to look away from Sam, but the force of his orgasm made him close his eyes. His cock jerked against Sam’s walls for what seemed like an eternity, filling his ass. When he thought he was finally finished, he would shiver again and his body would convulse, every muscle constricting and relaxing. He slumped forward, gasping for breath, his mouth naturally seeking Sam’s.
“You’d have to spend the night anyway,” Sam said when they finally parted for breath. “I’m going to bet you’re as wrecked as I am.”
Elijah’s eyes already felt heavy. “I had big plans for tonight, you know. Besides sleeping.”
Sam chuckled. “I just said I was wrecked. Not dead.”
“I’m almost dead.” Elijah rolled to his side without releasing Sam. “It’s been a long day.”
