by Amy Lane
Dex shrugged. “Yeah, well, I guess if you cared about a guy it’d be different, right? You’d be all about the preparation and the foreplay—that’d be nice. But having to go through all of that to be stuffed like a sausage? It’s got to be one fucking hell of an orgasm to make that worth it, and frankly? I haven’t found one guy with a ten-inch schlong who was good enough to make it worth it.”
Kane grinned at him. “What the hell kind of porn star are you?”
Dex grinned back between bites of pizza. “I’m the kind who’s going into the business end instead of getting the business, that’s what kind I am.” Suddenly he sobered. “I may go back to school next semester, though. Tommy says Chase is. I’ve only got a semester—hell, less, actually.”
Kane grimaced. “I’d go to school, but what’re they gonna give me? A degree in snakes and bugs?”
Dex didn’t laugh like Kane expected him to. “Entomology and herpetology,” he said, and Kane gaped at him.
“Herpes what?”
“Bugs and snakes. That’s what kind of degree you’d get. Entomology for bugs and herpetology for snakes. They’re real studies, Kane. You gotta do all your homework and shit, and study English and history and everything, but you can get a degree in those things if you want.”
It took a minute for Kane to remember to close his mouth. “Eat your pizza,” he mumbled, not hardly able to put everything in his head in order. “You promised me we could shower together.”
Dex grunted through the last bite of the slice. “I did what?”
“Well, I promised me we could shower together. And I just really want to touch your skin, so let’s do that.” He looked up and met Dex’s eyes, which were wide and blue and amused—but kind too.
“That’s fine by me.”
“Good. Eat another slice.”
“You are the bossiest little shit—”
“Please?” Kane said unexpectedly, and Dex startled and then nodded.
“Yeah. I want to touch your skin too.”
Kane shooed Dex off to the shower while he cleaned up the rest of the pizza, and then joined him there, feeling curiously shy. Dex’s eyes were closed under the spray when Kane stepped in, and he was soaping his chest and neck, and for a moment, touching him felt like such an amazing privilege. Stupid, right? They were porn models—they sold their personal space at the drop of a hat, and contrary to what Ms. Darcy the teacher had told him, putting a higher price on sex did not seem to make it worth more. He was starting to wonder if he’d misunderstood her—it was actually sort of nagging at him, because at this exact moment, the fact that Dex would let Kane touch him seemed really so far beyond money, and Kane had no idea why.
But not knowing didn’t stop his hand from shaking as he reached out to curve it around Dex’s shoulder. Dex shivered and sighed, and Kane pressed his entire body up against Dex’s wet body, then reached around and pulled back on Dex’s shoulders so Dex would lean fully on him. Dex did. He even tilted his head back a little so Kane could nuzzle his ear.
Kane reached to the shower rack in front of them and grabbed a sponge, squirted some soap on it, and started to bathe Dex from his neck down to his thighs, slowly, thoroughly, making sure the lather was thick before it rinsed away. Dex stood still in his embrace, and although Kane wanted badly and was even getting an erection, he was surprised at how much more he wanted to make Dex happy.
“Here,” he said softly. “Turn around and I’ll do your back.”
Dex did, and they were suddenly front to front. Kane swallowed and soaped up the sponge, then dragged it down from Dex’s neck to the tops of his thighs. In the meantime, Dex was… touching him, just like he wanted. Skin to skin. Those long arms draped over Kane’s shoulders, their bodies rocked softly together, and Dex was leaning his temple against Kane’s. Kane risked a look at him and saw that his eyes were closed and he was simply enjoying Kane’s touch.
“Dex?”
“Hm?”
“This is nice. You ever done anything like this before?”
“Dance with a guy in a shower?”
“Or a girl.”
“No.”
Kane shivered, liking that a lot. “Good,” he murmured, and his hard-on was suddenly really insistent. “Let me soap your privates and we can get out and go lay down.”
“It’s not that… ahhh… late,” Dex hissed gently, because while Kane was being gentle, he was also being thorough. Even though this was Dex’s second shower, the other shower had been with whatever the kid’s name had been, and for some reason it was really important for Dex not to have any of that left on him when they were naked together.
“We’ll watch television,” Kane whispered. “There’s a reason you have one in the bedroom.”
“Ungh… Kane? I’m… oh dear God….”
It was just so logical. His entrance was all slippery, and Kane’s blunt finger was just that shape, and suddenly Dex groaned and twitched in Kane’s arms.
Kane had to bend his knees for a better angle, but he added another finger and Dex moaned, his breath dusting Kane’s ear.
“I’m not… usually….”
Kane knew what he was going to say. Porn was sex for work. Who wanted to come home and work after they’d just finished working? It was one of the reasons Kane had never really sought out a girlfriend after he started working in porn. His experience with girls thus far had been that they wanted him for his cock, and he liked coming. Now that he got to come on a regular basis, he didn’t have to cave to a girl who just wanted to use him. At least on set, whoever was with him was in it for the same thing he was. And the guys he’d banged off set had been in it for just that. The bang. It had been mutual. Kane hadn’t wanted to go to all the trouble of being nice to a girl when the one thing he seemed to have going in that relationship was his cock, and he wasn’t always going to want to use that thing on command.
But this was different. He and Dex hadn’t fucked in six days, and Kane wanted it. He was sort of perpetually horny anyway, but six days? Only later would it occur to him that he hadn’t gone looking for someone else in the past three days. But then, Kane was the first to acknowledge that he wasn’t that bright.
So Kane didn’t have an answer to why Dex seemed to want sex when usually most guys were pretty fucked out by the time they were done with a shoot.
“Did you shoot your stills today?” he asked gruffly, but he was sinking down to his knees as he said it.
“Yeah,” Dex panted and then made a needing sound because Kane had to pull his fingers away as he got ready. “Doing the rushes and edits tomor… oh God. Kane… can we… lube?”
Dex’s cock was fully extended, and since all the soap had washed off, Kane took it to the back of his throat. Dex’s fingers clenched in his wet hair tight enough to hurt, and Kane just sat there, swallowing the crown, for as long as he possibly could before he needed to breathe. God, Dex tasted good. Clean, musty, didn’t matter. Dex.
Kane gagged a little and pulled back. “Top of the toilet,” he said, because he’d been jerking off in the shower the night before so he didn’t come to bed and start poking Dex when Dex wasn’t supposed to be fooling around before a scene.
Dex looked down at him for a minute. “Dare I ask?” he muttered, and Kane squinted back up against the water.
“Soap dries you out when you’re whacking off. You know that. Get the lube.” Kane was going to say Get the lube and turn around! but Dex was there by his mouth, and Kane needed to suck on him some more because he just fuckin’ needed to! Dex rifled behind the shower curtain for a minute and made that sound again. It was a good sound—soft, almost whining, but mostly just needing. Kane didn’t think he’d ever heard Dex make that sound on set. He held out his hand and took the lube from Dex and, keeping Dex’s cock in his mouth, dumped some on his fingers. He reached around and teased Dex’s crease, tickling the underside of his balls, tracing a line along his taint. Dex grunted and thrust deep into Kane’s mouth, and Kane kept him there, trapped
him in the heat and the suction, and slid his lube-sticky fingers up and penetrated Dex’s ass with both at the same time.
Dex’s weight came down on Kane’s shoulders, and his pained groan echoed through the shower. “Oh God… God, Kane… oh God….”
Kane kept the hard, probably painful suction on Dex’s cock until Dex jerked backward, embedding Kane’s fingers in his ass to the second knuckle.
“Take it,” Kane muttered, needing Dex to submit, needing to have him at his complete mercy. Kane had needed him, and Kane didn’t like that. Kane needed to control him, here, in this way, so he could deal with that need.
“Fuck!” Dex cried, shoving his ass backward even further.
Kane chuckled and spread his fingers as wide as he could, and Dex’s hands clenched on the skin of Kane’s shoulders, probably leaving marks from Dex’s blunt-cut nails. Kane didn’t care—he welcomed the bite of it, and his own cock gave a throb and a jerk against his thighs.
Kane took Dex deeper into his mouth, sucking hard again, and Dex lowered his head, making a sobbing sound in his throat. He tried to arch his spine, probably to kiss Kane on his head or clutch Kane against his stomach, but Kane couldn’t let him do that. He deliberately thrust his fingers against Dex’s prostate, grateful for that one lesson before their first scene together, when Dex had told him where that was and what it did for a guy. When Dex let out a yelp and straightened his back and thrust his cock back into Kane’s mouth, Kane had to chuckle around him.
No softness yet. Kane was quivering with must and aching with want—he needed to get that out of his system before he could allow softness and sweetness between them.
“Kane?” Dex whimpered, and Kane pulled his hand back, added another finger, and thrust.
“Auughhhh….” Dex spurted a little precome, and Kane needed him bad, so he figured the time had come. He pulled his hand back and stood, allowing Dex to collapse against him with his head on Kane’s shoulder, and pant.
“I’m gonna fuck you, right?” Kane said into his ear, and he felt Dex nod.
Dex’s blond hair was slicked against his face but not long enough to be in his eyes yet, and Kane made sure his fingers were good and clean so he could run them through it as they stood there. “Yeah,” Dex whispered.
“I’m sorry it’s so soon, but I gotta, okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
Kane kissed his temple and his cheek. “Thanks, Dex. Now turn around and bend over, okay?”
Dex let out what sounded like a relieved sigh. He braced one arm on bar on the side of the shower and the other on the side of the tub. His ass thrust out, all stretched and shiny with waterproof lube, and Kane thought regretfully that tomorrow, he wanted to lick that, soften it with his tongue, taste Dex all musty because that was good, but right now he needed to fuck, and that’s what he did.
Cock, asshole, thrust… oh God yes! Dex’s sounds… he didn’t use words. On set he grunted and said things like “Good!” and “Oh fuck!”, but in person he was even sexier. He grunted and howled, and right now? He was making random frenzied half word noises like “Oh God… pleeeee… geez… fuckin’… fuckin’… augh! Augh! Geeeeaaaawwdd….” And the more frenzied his noises got, the harder Kane had to fuck him, and Kane had plans, oh yes he did. He was going to fuck Dex until he was damned near facedown in the bathtub. But then Dex, without even touching his cock, shuddered around Kane, clenching tight and hard, and Kane watched over his shoulder as Dex came on his own feet.
It was the sight of it, hot and white, shooting on the blue tile of the bathtub, that sent Kane howling and coming in Dex’s ass.
Dex’s arms were shaking, and Kane reached around Dex’s chest to pull him up. His ass was all loose and sloppy and hot, and Kane’s come slid around his cock as Dex stood up, and that’s when it hit them both.
“Oh no,” Dex said, his voice, which had resonated and bounced, sounding suddenly flat.
“I forgot the condom,” Kane said, really surprised.
“We forgot the condom,” Dex echoed. He turned in Kane’s arms, still wobbly, and Kane was feeling a little wobbly himself. The water took that minute to turn cold, and Kane reached behind him to turn the shower off. Dex was still pressed against his front, that white, muscular flesh still good to touch. They looked at each other, and Kane’s nipples pebbled to rocks in the cool air. Dex reached outside over the toilet and pulled in two towels, and they both started toweling off and stepped out of the shower, still drying things like hair and shoulders and the backs of their thighs.
In the bedroom, Kane’s clothes were in a neat stack on top of Dex’s long, low dresser, so he grabbed his boxers and slid them on and then got into bed. He turned on the television and muted the sound while Dex slid on his own boxers.
They still hadn’t spoken a word.
Dex slid into bed next to him, and Kane reached over casually and wrapped his arm around Dex’s shoulders, forcing him to put his still damp head on Kane’s shoulder.
“It’s not like we don’t get tested all the fuckin’ time,” Kane said, hoping that was true. It’s what Dex had said the night Chase was in the hospital. He figured that was something.
“It’s not like either one of us are fucking around outside of Johnnies,” Dex offered.
“Yeah,” Kane said, thinking on the bright side. “I mean, if I was gay, this would be, like, a monogamous relationship.”
Dex made a sound like Kane had slugged him in the stomach.
Kane looked away from the television to see where that sound came from, and saw that Dex was staring at him with wide blue eyes and a pinched sort of tremble around his mobile mouth. “What?” Kane asked, feeling stupid.
“Nothing,” Dex muttered. He tried to pull away, but Kane tightened his grip. He wanted Dex here. It was, if Kane could admit it, sort of where he’d been heading with that whole sex in the shower thing.
“Sounds like something.” Kane put down the remote and bent to kiss Dex on the top of the head.
“It’s nothing,” Dex said, the tension sighing out of him like wind. “I just thought I’d learn, but I haven’t, and there’s nothing I can do about that. Not right now, anyway.”
“’Kay,” Kane agreed. “As long as we’re good. We can forget a condom once. We’ll remember next time, okay?”
“Yeah,” Dex mumbled, turning over on his side and burying his face against Kane’s skin. His face, still wet from the shower, maybe, itched at Kane’s shoulder, and Kane wondered why Dex hadn’t dried it off better. But then American Idol was on, and Kane was a sucker for reality shows. It was just so nice, Dex on his shoulder, a pleasant afterglow suffusing him, his favorite television show on. He dropped a kiss on the top of Dex’s head and wished he could purr.
“You make me real happy,” he said softly. “Thanks, Dex. You’re like the best friend I ever had.”
Dex nodded against Kane’s shoulder and his body shook a minute, and Kane took that for a You too.
An Adjustment in the Temperature
of the Terrarium
Dex
A WEEK later Dex was still trying to figure out how to feel about Kane still being in his bed. He sort of wanted to have a knee-melty self-pitying crisis about it in a way he hadn’t wanted to have about Scott, but a week after he brought the turtle home was not the day to have it. In fact, it seemed like the day to piss Dex off.
The first problem was that Kelsey the receptionist was late—in more than one way.
Dex answered the phones and directed people to where they were supposed to go. They were having three shoots that day, which was something of an anomaly, but John had decided to try his hand at het and bi instead of just gay porn, so, well, there were suddenly tits onstage. They’d had to split the locker room into two different sections so the girls could shower separately and get a break from dicks with dicks—Dex’s idea.
Dex had been in charge of it too. It had taken a week, and the work had just been completed the day before—Dex had no idea how much John had
paid to make it happen that quickly, and he didn’t even want to think about it. He didn’t even have time to think about it, because he’d also been editing and trying to find a new editor to help. As much as he liked drawing a paycheck from John, it wasn’t big enough to cover the twelve-hour days. Between driving out to the hospital to work out with Chase and helping Kane with the critters Dex hadn’t been left with a whole lot of time to visit the college and sign up. And being Kane’s fuckbuddy hadn’t made things easier.
Yeah, the fuckbuddy thing. He still wasn’t sure how that thing had happened. Kept happening. It was just, the night with the turtles, he’d thought….
Well, it wasn’t so much that he’d thought anything, but even after the “not gay” thing, Kane had been so….
It’s just that being there, in the same bed together, touching after a long day had just seemed like….
Hell.
The problem was, Dex didn’t want to finish any of those sentences, and until he could do it without feeling foolish, he couldn’t have a coherent conversation with Kane about what exactly it was Kane thought they were doing together.
And every night, whether they had sex or not, Kane wrapped that hard, powerful arm around Dex, mumbled, “C’mere,” and they slept the sleep of the just and righteous, whether Kane was gay or not. That’s all it took: Kane’s arm around Dex’s stomach, and suddenly he was warm, safe, and cared for. Suddenly his sexuality had never been a question and never been a problem, and it didn’t matter if he went by Dex or David or Milton—he was solid and real, and Kane’s arm was his anchor to reality and his reason for staying. That muscular body at Dex’s back (and, yeah, sometimes in his ass) meant that someone knew who he really was, and apparently still approved.
Dex found that after Scott, who had never stayed the night and who had laughed when Dex even suggested it would be nice, he could sacrifice a little self-respect for the solidness of Kane at his back.
Hell, it’s not like he had a lot of self-respect left after Scott anyway.
