The word sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock. No one had ever called me that before. Granted, that could have just been because I’d only been with one other guy, but still. I felt a little weird about it, but the weirdness only made it hotter, somehow.
I smacked his other ass cheek, and Gus shuddered in pleasure, his thighs clenching together. The extra squeeze around my cock added the last bit of stimulation that I needed, and I came, spilling into the hot, tight channel between his legs.
“Fuck, yes,” he moaned, wiggling his ass as my cock throbbed. He was going to have to stop doing that or I was never going to stop coming.
I didn’t pull out from between his thighs until pleasure began to tilt over into too much sensitivity, and then I collapsed onto the bed next to him. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that. That we’d just done that.
After the evening we’d had, we should have just gone to bed. I should have kept my hands to myself. Not given in.
But it was too late now. There was no putting the genie back in the bottle, or the jizz back in the cock, if you wanted to get technical about it. And as Gus snuggled up next to me, I decided that maybe, just maybe, I didn’t care.
Right now, I just wanted to lie here with the beautiful, beguiling boy that I loved, and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist.
Gus was my world, and that was all I needed.
I luxuriated in the feeling of Gus’s head on my chest, his dark hair tickling my chin, when I woke up the next morning. The heat of his body warmed me to my core, and the thin stream of morning light coming in through the French doors of the balcony kissed Gus’s cheeks a rosy gold.
I tried to judge what time it was by the angle of the sun, but I was still too sleepy to do those calculations. I could hear the distant crash of the ocean on the beach below the cliffs. It mingled with the soft whoosh of Gus’s breath, and it was hard to tell where one sound stopped and the other began.
Gus pulled at me as inexorably as the tide, and I wasn’t sure I could fight the current any longer.
I didn’t feel like I should be allowed to have this. But if pushing Gus away hurt him, then couldn’t you argue that the better, more ethical thing to do was to hold him close?
Or was that just me looking for an easy answer?
Being with Gus felt like cheating somehow. Not on anybody, but like I was sneaking out of a fate that I deserved. But if no one knew, if the two of us just stayed here, not bothering anybody, not flaunting what we had—would that really be doing any harm?
I didn’t want to get up, didn’t want to admit it was a new day, because that would require some kind of decision from me. Maybe we could just stay here a little longer.
Slowly, so as not to wake Gus, I felt for my phone on the nightstand and brought it to my face to check the time.
My stomach dropped.
I had ten messages from Hadley, and the three of them that I could see on my lock screen did not look good.
HADLEY: Um I really hate to ruin your day if you haven’t seen this yet but…. Have you seen this yet?
HADLEY: Let me know if you want to talk about it
HADLEY: Actually, scratch that, I know you’re not going to want to talk about it, but I still think you should
She’d included a link to a post on a gossip site along with her first message. I clicked on it with misgiving.
Reclusive actor Eric Amundsen kisses mystery woman at local Christmas festival
Fuck. That wasn’t a good headline. I read on with a sinking heart.
As longtime readers of this site know, I’m a little bit obsessed with Eric Amundsen. What? I love a pulpy teen drama as much as the next gossip blogger, and the man’s got cheekbones for days.
As you might also know, Amundsen pretty much disappeared from Hollywood after the tragic death of his co-star, Aggie Stone, seven years ago, and despite rumors that he might come back for this year’s reunion special, I wasn’t getting my hopes up. There are like, three