Some Like It Hot

by J. D. Light

  I smiled as I looked at them, hoping someday my kids were just as fun. "Well, these three are my nephews, Ricki, Calen and Arden, and that one is Casey, Riley's nephew," I said, pointing each one out. "Oh, and Ricki, is also Kent's nephew, and soon to be stepson." I smirked when he gave me that strange look I'd been expecting and nodded. "Kent's brother is Ricki's dad. Dawes has been in love with him for almost as long as Ricki has been alive."

  "And now they're together. That's so sweet."

  "It is. How would you like to come to my parents' with me this Saturday? We have a family dinner once a week."

  He gasped, his eyes meeting mine. "You want me to meet your parents?"

  "I want you to meet my whole family, and I want them to meet you. I know they'll love you, and I think you'll like them too."

  "I… Will those guys that were here the other day be there?"

  I thought I might know why he was suddenly looking so damn nervous. We still hadn't talked about his profession. I'd thought about bringing it up a few times, and I was pretty sure he'd thought about it also, but in the end, nothing was ever actually said.

  He had to think it was weird that I never questioned what he did for a living. We'd been hanging out nearly every single night for a while now.

  "Yeah," I said, knowing Jennings was the one he was actually worried about, since Jennings had been the one to imply that he used to watch his scenes.

  "I don't know," he whispered, his eyes moving to the pictures of my nephews, before snapping back to my face. "Not that I don't like those guys! They're great."

  I grunted out a laugh, rolling my eyes, because, yeah, they were great, but they were also really fucking annoying sometimes.

  "I just… Can I think about it?"

  Then would have been the perfect time to tell him that I knew everything, and put him out of his misery, because it was clear this whole thing was messing with his head, but the longer I let this thing go on, the more guilty I felt about the whole thing.

  I grunted again, giving him a small smile.

  I'd just let him decide whether or not he wanted to go, and if he said no, I'd tell him what was going on. Maybe he'd end up being braver than me.

  ***

  AUGUST

  He was avoiding me. He said he had some work to do, but I knew he didn't have a session tonight, because I checked his site. I was sure he was probably planning on vlogging, but he usually did that after he left my house for the night, or I left his, but he hadn't texted or called, and I could tell by the super-short answer I got back when I texted him, that he was in the middle of freaking out… and avoiding me.

  I pulled up his vlog and waited. Within ten minutes, the symbol indicating he was on popped up, and right after that, there he was, gnawing on his lip and looking sad.

  "Hi guys. So, I know everything I talk about on here is pretty much my neighbor this, and my neighbor that, but guys…" He sighed. "He asked me to come to his family's house this weekend for dinner. It seems too early if he wants to date me, right? It has to mean he just wants to be my friend, and don't get me wrong, I really want to be his friend, but… I'm such a damn mess. I guess I'd been hoping lately that I was seeing something else in the way he talked to me, and even though I know relationships don't work for me, I just really wanted all that to be true, and I really want to go meet his family. I know they are really important to him, but at least one of his future brothers-in-law, plus his brother, know what I do for a living, and if I go, there is no way that isn't going to be brought up, and then everyone in the room is going to be talking about it, and then he'll know. I'm surprised he hasn't heard it yet anyway. And him being my friend instead of anything else, should make telling him easier, but it doesn't, because I don't want him to look at me like some people do when they find out what I do, and I totally called his name last night during my scene. I'm screwed, aren't I? My crush on him is getting worse with every minute I spend with him, and…"

  His eyes watered miserably, and I could tell he was fighting a sob as he swallowed hard.

  "I just don't know what to do," he whispered, before reaching out and turning the camera off, and I couldn't take it anymore.

  I was being selfish before when I let my fear keep me from telling him the truth. He was scared and so was I, but at least I had all the information. He was flying at this thing blind, and here I was fully expecting him to do it alone.

  Closing my laptop, I jumped to my feet, completely forgoing a shirt, and barely remembering to shut my door, before I was pounding on his.

  His eyes were wide and surprised when he opened the door, but I barely gave him time to process the fact that I was there, before I was scooping him up into my arms and burying my face in his neck, while I hugged him hard.

  "Grant?" he gasped, clearly shocked.

  "Can I come in for a minute?"

  "Yeah."

  I sighed, pulling back to look at him as I ushered us backward, kicking the door shut.

  "What is that for," he whispered, blinking up at me in surprise.

  "I needed it, and I felt like you did too."

  He huffed out a small, sad laugh, throwing his arms back around my neck, hugging me again. "I do." We stood like that for a long time, and I allowed myself to enjoy the feel of him against me, shivering slightly when his hands moved over the bare skin of my shoulders, and then down over my upper back.

  Blood rushed to my dick, making my entire body tingle. We'd given fully clothed bro hugs before, but nothing like this. His entire body was pressed to mine, and his fingers felt amazing against my back.

  "Grant?" he whispered huskily, and I wondered if he was as turned on as I was. All it would take to find out was for me to press my hips to his. Let him feel me while I felt him.

  "Yeah?" I asked instead, taking a deep breath of the sweet scent of him right there, at the sensitive skin of his neck.

  "I really want to go to meet your family, but there is something I have to tell you first, and I don't know how."

  I sighed, shaking my head "Bates, you don't have to––"

  "I'm a camboy!" he blurted, cutting me off.

  I squeezed him tighter, knowing he was thinking about letting go, "Uh… I know." He froze, and I held tight, pulling my head back, so I could look at him, even though I knew my face was probably bright red. "I stumbled on your stream one night when I was… you know. I didn't realize it was you at first, because I couldn't see your face, but then you did this thing… I recognized your voice."

  "Oh," he whispered, biting his lip. "Did you watch it?"

  "Yeah."

  He laughed a little uncomfortably, licking his lips. "Even after you knew it was me?"

  "Yeah."

  "Is that why you decided to be my friend now?" he asked quietly. "Because you know what I do, and you think I might…"

  "No!" I said quickly, hugging him again. "I've been watching for a while. I'm your friend now, because you asked me to hang out with you. I thought I scared you before, so I tried to stay away as much as I could."

  He giggled, shaking his head. "You made me nervous for other reasons. Did you say you've been watching...? For a while?"

  I sighed, nodding against the side of his head. "Sorry. I should have told you as soon as I found them, but I didn't know how to say it."

  He hesitated a moment, his voice quiet and vulnerable when he finally spoke. "You chose to be my friend, even though you knew what my job was?"

  It pissed me off to think about the people who'd never given him a chance, because of his profession. He was fucking amazing, and the idea that someone would pass up on the chance to spend real time with the man was baffling to me. He was so much more than a beautiful body and face.

  "I think you missed the important part… Never mind. I don't look down on you for what you do. You shouldn't either. All that matters is what you think. Do you like what you do?"

  "I think the orgasms speak for themselves."

  I smirked, pulling back, so he could see
my face again, and read the sincerity there. "Then fuck what everyone else thinks."

  He nodded, then frowned, sighing. "That's fine for everyone else who doesn't matter in my life, but making friends can be a bit rough, and someday, I plan on getting a boyfriend."

  "Well, you have a friend now, and what's stopping you from finding a boyfriend?" And what would you say if I told you I wanted to be that too?

  "No guy wants to date the camboy."

  "I've seen the conversation feed."

  He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. "Trust me, they don't want to date me."

  I licked my lips, swallowing hard. "Everyone would want to date you if they knew you."

  He gasped, his eyes widening as he watched me, a blush darkening his face. "Not if they had to take me around their family. That's why I'm not sure about going to see and meet your family. You know that Jennings and whichever brother he is dating, both know what I do for a living, right? What if it gets to everyone else?"

  I cringed, rubbing his arms. "Everyone in my family already knows what you do for a living."

  "What?" His face went completely white, and I groaned, feeling terrible.

  "Riley caught me looking through your pictures a while back, and stole my phone to show everyone, trying to embarrass me. Jennings recognized you and got excited, so he told everyone how he knew you were from around here."

  "Pictures?" His voice was high, and maybe a little panicked, but I shook my head, realizing too late what that might sound like.

  "No, no. The ones on your social media accounts."

  "But we didn't become friends on there until recently."

  I sure was cringing a lot. My fucking face was going to get stuck like that if I didn't watch out. "I uh… used to look through your stuff every once in a while."

  Maybe admitting that embarrassing truth had been worth it, since it made Bates smile for the first time in several minutes, and he had such a beautiful smile.

  "Oh," he whispered, looking baffled. "Do your parents know too? About the scenes?" At my nod, he sighed, letting his head drop back on his shoulders. "I'm not going."

  "My parents are really cool. Hell, they love Hinton, and I'm not completely sure that they don't still think he's a hooker."

  Damn. When I said some of this stuff out loud, my family sounded even more insane than they really were.

  "Is he a hooker? I wouldn't judge him if he were, obviously considering what I do for a living, but it would be nice to know, so I don't end up saying something stupid… Never mind, I'll still probably say something stupid."

  "No. He was a professional cuddler. Don't tell Wagoner, but that was how Boyd met him." Most everyone knew by now that when Boyd had told Da he and Hinton were dating, they hadn't actually been dating yet, but we'd all kept it from Wagoner, since he was the one that had made the biggest deal about Boyd bringing someone to dinner, and then decided that Hinton must be a hooker that Boyd had hired to be his boyfriend, because Boyd was too shy to actually ask anyone out. "He doesn't cuddle anymore, but Wagoner was convinced for a while that Hinton was a prostitute, and Da was explaining why that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, and as long as Boyd was comfortable with it, we should be too. I'm not really sure if anyone ever told Da and Dad he wasn't a prostitute, or not. I'm pretty sure he thinks Boyd goes with Hinton to meet clients and sits and watches his boyfriend fuck other men."

  "To each their own," he said with a shrug, before chewing on his bottom lip as he seemed to think something over. I reached up, using my thumb to gently massage it from between his teeth, and he blinked up at me, looking nervous again. "Have they seen it? Your parents?"

  I groaned, trying not to think about my parents watching porn at all. I definitely didn't want to think about them watching the man I was hoping I could convince to be my boyfriend. "Fuck, I hope not. Especially since you took that knot dildo the other day and called my name."

  "Oh, my God," he groaned, bringing his hands up to cover his face. "You saw that?"

  His ears were bright red, and I couldn't resist leaning down, to whisper in one, "I did."

  "That is so embarrassing. I'm so sorry, Grant."

  Reaching up, I pulled his hands away from his face and leaned down, so that he could look me in the eye. "That was the best fucking compliment I've ever gotten," I whispered, sincerely. "And don't forget that I've been watching you this whole time. Don't you think I'm the one that should be embarrassed and apologizing?"

  He licked his lips, his breathing labored. "Or, you could maybe kiss me."

  You don't have to ask me twice. I'd only just started to dare think that kissing him was even a remote possibility, but I'd been fantasizing about it for months.

  Releasing his wrists, I cupped the sides of his face, angling his head back, so I could step close and feel his body heat, and still look directly into those pretty whiskey-colored eyes. His eyes were wide and surprised as I let my thumb brush over the soft, velvety skin of his lower lip, completely fascinated by the sexy drag of the plump flesh, and the way it caught and released.

  He flicked his tongue out against the tip of my finger, and I groaned, massaging the moisture into the flesh I was growing more and more desperate to nibble.

  "Wait," he whispered, his voice completely awed. "Are you really going to kiss me?"

  I paused with my mouth inches from his, my eyebrows raising. "Is that okay?"

  He nodded quickly, his palms finding my sides and digging into my flesh. "It's really, really okay. Probably the okayest thing ever. Except, maybe if you––"

  I cut him off, pressing my smiling mouth against his moving one, and he groaned, melting into me immediately.

  I loved to listen to the man ramble, but I had been waiting for this moment for months, and I didn't think I could wait even a second longer. Tilting my head, I slid my tongue along the seam of his lips, grunting softly when he easily parted them for me, allowing me to get my first ever taste of Bates James, and it was just as addicting as I always knew it would be.

  I pressed closer, letting him feel what he always did to me, and he groaned, letting me feel his answering erection. I slid my hands down his body, groaning at the way my palms seemed to perfectly adapt to the lovely lines of his delicious form.

  He gasped against my mouth when I cupped his ass, and I groaned, remembering how he'd taken that damn knot, calling my name, and I lifted him, desperate to find the bed soon, so I could lay him out and strip him down.

  His arms easily slid up and around my neck while his legs wound around my waist, and I walked him back to his bedroom, finding it easily, since his apartment mirrored mine. His bedroom was fairly clean, and I was pretty sure it only stayed like that, because he had to have a clean space to film, but it wouldn't have mattered if the place was a complete pigsty at that point, since all I really cared about right then was the taste of his mouth and the weight of him in my arms.

  I stepped around his tripod and the little table at the end of the bed where all his equipment was and sat him down on the bed, pulling his shirt up over his head and off of him, groaning at the sight of his smooth skin, and the realization that I was going to get to touch all of it soon.

  Pressing him back against the bed, I bit my lower lip, taking on one of his habits as I reached for the top of his pants, hoping like hell he didn't notice how much I was shaking, but there was nothing to be done about that, since the realization that I was about to get to look at and touch the man of my dreams had finally sunk in, and I was starting to get incredibly nervous.

  "I'm so nervous," he whispered as I hooked the top of his pants, and slowly slid the things down, loving the way his body moved as he lifted his hips.

  I groaned when his beautiful body was completely exposed to me, before leaning in to kiss the center of his chest, and brush my hands reverently over his silky skin. "Nothing to be nervous about," I whispered back, even as I fought the butterflies dancing in my stomach. "I'd be happy as hell if all I got to do was sit here and sta
re at you for a few minutes."

  He huffed out a laugh, and gasped when I brushed my beard over his nipple. "Well, I have a feeling I'm only going to last a few minutes once I finally get you out of those jeans, but I don't fucking care. I need to see all of you, and I fucking need you to put that gorgeous body on mine."

  I groaned, climbing back off of him to hastily fight with the front of my jeans, and peel the damn things off, stepping out of them in a less than graceful fashion that would probably qualify me for some kind of marching contest, but I wasn't really worried about it, since he was sitting up on his elbows, watching me like I was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen.

  He started gnawing on that bottom lip as he took me in, reaching down to wrap his hand around his dick, and I groaned, practically launching myself at him.

  Never in my life had I wanted a anyone so badly. It had become a constant ache for me since we'd started spending so much time together.

  I kissed him hard, and if I'd been in my right mind at all, I might have been appalled at the lack of control and the aggressiveness I used with an omega so much smaller than me, but he gave as good as he got, and when he roughly raked his tongue along the surprisingly sensitive roof of my mouth, I nearly lost my load.

  I growled like a fucking animal, pulling back slightly and sucking his lip so hard, I tasted the metallic flavor of his blood rising just below the surface of his skin, leaving his lip red and swollen and slick with my spit.

  Running my lips down the side of his neck to his collarbone and then on to his chest, I stopped occasionally to suck up spots on his skin, leaving bruises and beard burn in my wake while pressing down on his dick with my body.

  I loved the sound of his whimpers and moans. My name tumbled out of his mouth again and again, revving my body up higher and higher.

  When I pulled back to get my hand between his legs, I nearly fell on my face when I had to reach down and grab my own dick to keep the fucker from going off far too soon just from the feel of his slick ass.

  Spreading my legs wide, I pressed my nose against his neck, breathing in deep lungfuls of his scent as I slid my fingers into his body one at a time while clamping down hard enough on my cock, I was actually worried I was going to bruise the thing.