Climbing onto the bed, Brent pulled Raj to him. “Why? Are you trying to talk me out of this? ‘Cause I’ve got to tell you, if we don’t get off tonight, I think my dick might drop off.”
Just as Brent had intended, Raj threw his head back and laughed. When he finally stopped chuckling he took Brent’s face in his hands.
“No, I’m not trying to talk you out of this. I just need you to be sure because this is more than just a one-time thing for me.”
Brent pushed Raj down onto the bed and stretched out on top of him before meeting Raj’s nervous gaze.
“I’m sure that I want you, okay? I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone and, as for the rest, we’ll just have to figure it out as we go along. Take this one step at a time.”
Raj nodded. “I can do that.”
“Good.”
Brent trailed feather-light kisses down Raj’s neck and chest then raked his tongue across one of his nipples until it pebbled from the caress.
Raj groaned and arched his back, pushing his torso up to meet Brent’s mouth.
Brent grinned. “You like that, huh?”
“Fuck, yes. I want more.”
Brent complied.
He leant down and captured the nipple in his mouth, rolling it gently between his teeth and caressing it with long, lazy sweeps of his tongue. Raj cried out, his hand landing on the back of Brent’s head to hold it in place. Brent loved that he had the ability to turn Raj inside out. His own cock was mercilessly hard and aching for release, but he ignored his need and concentrated on giving Raj pleasure.
Raj protested when Brent let go of his nipple and resumed the descent with his tongue, trailing it down Raj’s abs and swirling it around his navel.
“Brent,” Raj ground out.
He reached a hand down to squeeze Brent’s shoulder in warning and Brent met his gaze. He winked then lowered his head and licked the tip of Raj’s cock, groaning as the salty sweet taste of Raj entered his mouth and delighted his senses. He opened his lips wide and covered Raj’s cock. His lover’s hips bucked off the bed, pushing his cock further into Brent’s mouth.
He couldn’t have that…
Using his hands to pin Raj’s hips to the mattress, he slid his mouth down the man’s large, perfectly proportioned cock, sucking it down to the base.
“Oh fuck, that feels good.”
Brent played for a while, increasing the speed and intensity while stroking, squeezing and gently rolling Raj’s sac in his hand. But when Raj started thrusting up more insistently into his mouth, he pulled back and Raj’s dick fell to his stomach.
Brent looked up and shook his head. “Uh-uh, not yet you don’t.”
Raj’s head fell back to the pillow. “You’re torturing me. I need to come.”
Brent smiled to himself, ignoring Raj’s comment.
He reached across for the lube, popped open the top and applied some to his fingers before tossing the tube somewhere on the bed.
“Do you bottom much, Raj?” Brent moved his hand to beneath Raj’s balls and began to circle his hole with wet, sticky fingers.
Raj shook his head. “Not much, no, but I like it. I want you to.”
Brent nodded, leant down and planted a kiss on Raj’s lips, pushing his tongue deeply inside, tasting his lover. He slipped his index finger inside Raj’s ass, causing him to pull back from their kiss and breathe in sharply. Raj slid his hands up Brent’s back, digging his fingers into the flesh on his shoulders. With each pass of Brent’s finger in and out of Raj’s ass, the pressure on his shoulders increased.
Brent found the spot he was looking for deep inside and stroked it.
Raj bucked underneath him.
“Now,” he groaned.
Brent shook his head. “Not yet You’re not ready.”
He quickly applied more lube to his fingers and returned them to Raj’s ass, pushing in two at once. Raj gasped, his eyes wild. Brent didn’t want to cause him pain and he wasn’t a small man by any means so he had to make sure Raj was properly stretched before he fucked him.
Brent moved his fingers in and out a few more times until he felt Raj’s muscles relax around them and they slipped in and out with ease. After a few moments, Raj’s breathing became heavy and he thrust up to meet Brent’s fingers. Raj’s cock was leaking onto his stomach.
“Now?” Raj asked, his voice rough yet full of hope.
Brent nodded and removed his fingers.
He thanked all that was holy that Raj was ready because he wasn’t sure he could have held out for very much longer, and he definitely wouldn’t be able to last long. He grabbed a condom and the tube of lube then quickly rolled on the sheath before slathering it with lube.
Raj watched the action intently and his tongue slid out to wet his lips.
“How do you want me? Hands and knees?”
Brent groaned.
The image of a submissive Raj on his knees with his ass in the air was almost too much for him. He was so tempted to agree. He loved that position most because he could get deeper and thrust harder, but this was their first time together and he wanted it be perfect—both for him and for Raj.
“No, just as you are. I want to look at you when I take you.”
Raj moaned. “Hurry…”
He grabbed his legs behind his knees and lifted them toward his chest.
Kneeling in front of him Brent positioned his dick at Raj’s waiting hole.
“Okay?”
Raj nodded. “Please.”
Brent swallowed hard.
He gripped his dick tightly with one hand and pushed slowly inside. He used his other hand to balance himself above Raj, but his arm shook from the effort to keep himself upright. When he had passed the first point of resistance, he stilled to allow Raj time to adjust. He watched his lover’s face carefully, waiting for him to open his eyes.
Finally, Raj looked up and met his gaze.
He nodded that he was okay then inch by glorious inch, Brent slid the rest of the way inside until he could go no farther.
The tight channel of Raj’s ass felt incredible wrapped around his cock—tight, hot and utterly perfect.
It was as if Raj were made for him.
“Do it, Brent. Fuck me, please,” Raj begged.
Brent couldn’t hold back any longer.
He gripped Raj’s thighs and pushed inside, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts on every pass. Soon he was ploughing into Raj with wild abandon. The only sounds in the room were their breathing, the occasional moan and sweat-soaked flesh slapping against flesh.
It was intensely erotic.
Raj wrapped his legs around Brent’s hips and pressed his feet against his ass, forcing him to go deeper and to take him harder. Raj’s face was a picture of bliss. He grunted with each thrust and arched his back, forcing his head deeper into the pillow beneath him, his eyes rolling back in his head.
All too soon Brent could feel his balls tighten, rising closer to his body as his orgasm built within him. He wanted their lovemaking to last longer but the sensations he was experiencing were just too much.
Raj felt too goddamn good.
“Grab hold of your dick,” Brent instructed. “I want to watch you stroke yourself.”
Raj nodded eagerly as though he had been waiting for Brent’s command. He released his death grip on the sheets and took his cock in hand.
Brent was mesmerized watching Raj slide his hand up and down his thick length, stopping only to stroke around the head and to press his thumb against the slit.
Holy hell, that was sexy.
“Jesus, Raj, I can’t…”
Raj stroked harder, and Brent kept up the fast pace, slamming into his ass with long, deep strokes, his fingers digging into Raj’s hips with bruising force. When Raj finally threw his head back and cried out Brent’s name, Brent came unglued.
Raj’s ass felt like a vice around his cock, squeezing it almost to the point of pain and drawing his orgasm out of him with a blinding force.
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Brent thrust inside one last time and then fell forward, his orgasm crashing over him in wave after wave as he filled the condom with his release. Raj’s legs squeezed more tightly around him and, while his own body jerked, he could feel the shudders that ran through Raj.
When his breathing returned to something resembling normal, Brent grabbed the end of the condom to hold it in place then carefully slid free.
He rolled to the side and pulled Raj into his arms.
“Are you okay?”
“Better than okay,” Raj said breathlessly. “That was incredible. Can we do it again?”
Brent laughed, stroking his hand down Raj’s arm. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be good to go.”
Raj laughed along with him, his eyes twinkling in the low light from the bedside lamp. “I’ll hold you to that.”
Brent removed the condom and tied the end in a knot. “I’m going to take a shower. Do you want to join me?”
“Hell, yeah. You—naked and wet? You’d better be ready to go again in less than ten minutes, if you know what’s good for you.”
Brent got up from the bed and stretched out his limbs.
Damn, he was out of practice.
He held his hand out and pulled Raj up with him. As they made their way to the bathroom, Brent’s cell phone rang in the living room.
“Crap, I’d better get that. Give me a minute.”
Raj nodded and headed into the bathroom.
Brent tossed the condom into the trash, then jogged into the room and grabbed his cell. “Hello?”
“Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been calling you non-stop.”
Brent looked over his shoulder and smiled.
The water in the shower was already running.
He shrugged. “I’ve been busy, Jack. What’s up?”
“Haven’t you seen the news? Jesus. It’s everywhere. Turn on the fucking TV.”
Brent frowned.
He grabbed the remote and began surfing through the channels when the television flickered to life. He stopped on the news channel and nearly dropped the phone from his ear.
“Jesus fuck!”
In the corner of the screen was a picture of Brent and Raj embracing outside Raj’s mother’s house. In the foreground, a reporter was excitedly commenting. After a moment or two, the photograph changed to one of them kissing.
“Yeah, buddy, looks like the cat’s out of the bag… Thought you’d want to know. Where’s Raj now?”
“In the shower,” Brent said without thinking.
The line went quiet.
“So it’s true—Jessie was right. Do you think it’s a good idea to be fucking our clients?”
Brent bristled at his business partner’s words.
Jesus Christ, didn’t Jack know him better than that?
Jack’s tone implied this was something he did on a daily basis and that couldn’t be further from the truth.
“I’m not fucking our clients, I’m… Look, I don’t want to go into this right now. I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”
Brent hung up the call and stared at the television screen. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong? I thought you were joining me in the shower.”
Raj walked into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist.
He stopped short when he noticed the picture of him and Brent on the screen.
“Oh, no.”
Crossing the room quickly, Brent wrapped Raj in a comforting embrace. “We’ll get through this, okay?”
Raj nodded into his shoulder, but his body trembled, undermining his words.
“How the hell did the press know I’d be at my mother’s house? The only person I told where I was going was Rahul.”
What a fucking surprise.
Brent pulled away from Raj and met his gaze. He raised his eyebrows and waited patiently for Raj to clue in.
A moment later, Raj’s expression changed to one of absolute fury.
“That son of a bitch!”
Brent nodded. “I think we’d better pay Rahul a little visit.”
Chapter Thirty Three
Raj paced the living room of his house while he waited for his agent to arrive. His anger grew in magnitude with each passing minute. The evidence seemed irrefutable, but Raj still had a hard time believing his agent could be the person responsible for sending him the threatening letters.
What would he have to gain from outing Raj?
Rahul had as much to lose as he did.
Brent had been unusually quiet on the drive over to Raj’s, but his anger had been every bit as evident as Raj’s own. The tight set of his lips and his near constant frown made Raj wonder if it was a good idea to have both men in the same room together.
Raj was certain they would come to blows.
Raj checked his watch.
Rahul was ten minutes late and that wasn’t like his agent at all. Raj hadn’t told Rahul the reason he had summoned him to his house, although he’d probably seen the news or at least heard about what had happened by now. Rahul was more than likely delayed by dealing with the hordes of press outside the gates.
He and Brent had had difficulty passing through them when they’d arrived fifteen minutes ago. They were like vultures, circling a fresh kill. But Raj hadn’t really expected anything less. If there was something that sold more papers and magazines than an actor’s success, it was a sex scandal.
Being gay in Bollywood was about as scandalous as you could get.
“What the hell is keeping him?” Brent rose from the sofa and began to pace.
Raj sighed. “I was thinking the same thing.”
“If he knows we’re on to him, he might not show at all. But I don’t see any point in that. It’s not as if he can hide from us forever.”
“We still don’t know he was responsible. Perhaps it’s better if we don’t jump to conclusions. There could be a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this.”
Brent snorted. “I sincerely doubt that. Besides, it’s too much of a damn coincidence. One minute Rahul finds out I’m lowering your guard and the next your mother gets a letter revealing your sexuality and the press conveniently turn up at her house.”
“I still can’t understand what his motivation could be.”
“No.” Brent ran a hand through his thick, dark locks. “I’m finding it difficult to make a connection too. It could be that he’s bitter you’re quitting the acting profession and won’t be requiring his services as agent anymore.
“I’m sure he makes a lot of money out of you. You must be his biggest client.”
“Maybe you’re right, but I just don’t see it.” Raj bit his lip.
Rahul might have his faults but Raj couldn’t believe he would go to these lengths for some sort of revenge.
“Bhenchod! What the fuck were you thinking?”
Raj jumped when Rahul stormed into the room and crossed the space to stand beside him, his hands clenched into tight fists.
“Do you have any fucking idea what this is going to do to us? How could you ruin everything we’ve worked for over the years for a quick fuck?”
“Now, wait just a minute!” Brent fumed, stepping closer to Rahul.
“Brent, please.” Raj placed a hand on Brent’s chest to halt his progress. “Rahul, are you honestly trying to tell us you have nothing to do with the press showing up at my mother’s house?”
Rahul frowned. “What? Since when have I had the press follow you around without your consent or knowledge?”
“You were the only person who knew Raj and I would be at his mother’s house,” Brent said. “Who else would have told them?”
“I have no idea, but I assure you it wasn’t me,” Rahul said indignantly.
“Oh really, and you expect us to believe that? Tell me, what do you have to gain from Raj’s sexuality becoming public knowledge? Or is it that you simply don’t care anymore, now that Raj won’t need your services.
“Is that why you’ve been sending th
e letters? Did you want to get back at Raj for ending his career and possibly yours in the process? Or did you simply want to teach the little homo a lesson?
“We’re not blind. Your views on homosexuality are perfectly clear.”
Rahul’s head swiveled back and forth between Brent and Raj. “How dare you? You think I am responsible for the letters?”
Brent nodded. “I don’t see you denying any of it.”
“Is this what you believe, too?” Rahul asked Raj.
Raj sighed.
Was it?
He was so damn confused. “I honestly don’t know what to think anymore, Rahul.”
“We have worked together for nearly nine years. Quite frankly, I’m offended you would think that of me.”
“I…”
Rahul swiveled to Brent. “I might not like the fact that Rajkumar is gay, but do you know how much I stand to lose over this whole nasty business?
“I have other clients and they probably won’t want to do business with me anymore because of this scandal. This is as damaging to me as it is to Raj.”
Shit.
Raj couldn’t help it.
He believed his agent.
Rahul had nothing to gain from this situation and everything to lose. “Rahul, I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have accused you. I didn’t think it through properly.”
“You’re not falling for this?” Brent put his hands on his hips and glared at Rahul.
“Brent, that’s enough. Rahul didn’t do this.”
“Maybe you need to look a little closer to home,” Rahul nodded his head in Brent’s direction.
“Hey!” Brent shouted. “Are you suggesting I had something to do with this?”
As Raj stared at Brent, doubt started to creep into his mind. Could Brent be responsible for the letters and the press? After all, how well did he really know the bodyguard…?
No.
He refused to believe it.
He trusted Brent. He cared for him, and couldn’t believe Brent would want to see him hurt. Besides, Brent’s agency hadn’t even worked for him when he’d started receiving the threats.
He shook his head.
“Don’t fucking put this on me,” Brent argued. “It had to have been you. You were the only one who knew where we were going.”
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