the time this ends up on TV, this ‘marriage’ will be long over, and it’ll just be a funny story we’ll tell people about that time we were in Vegas.
“Okay, sure,” I tell her.
“Great!” she says brightly. Opening a folder she has clutched under her arm, she retrieves a hotel room key from a clear pocket and hands it to me. “This is the key to your complimentary room here at the Venetian. It’s your gift from us for participating in the show. And…” she tugs a document from another of the folder’s pockets. “I need you both to sign this release so we can use the footage we taped.”
Jesse and I both sign and then hand the form back. The woman gives us a bright smile and tells us she’ll be in touch about an air date, before turning on her heel and disappearing back toward the rest of her crew.
Catching Jesse’s gaze again, I hold up the room key. “So…”
His lips curve into a wry grin. “Why not?”
My gut is twisting with nerves the entire time up to our room. This is such a new feeling for me, this desperate wanting. I’ve desired Jesse for pretty much as long as I can remember, and it’s only ever been him for me; I’ve never had any celebrity crushes, I’ve never had an interest in porn…just him. My first best friend and, despite the distance that’s grown between us, the person I’ve always considered to be the love of my life. But as deep as my feelings for him are, that desire has always been more of an abstract thing; something I never imagined I’d actually act on.
But now, here we are, heading to a hotel room together. And, honestly, if all we do is literally sleep together I’ll be a happy man. But for the first time ever, I genuinely want more.
When we get inside the room, Jesse takes a long moment to stare at our surroundings—the Italian-style decor and the king-sized bed—before turning to gaze at me. He hesitates for a moment before stepping forward and threading his fingers through mine. “I can’t say I really understand this. But I’m just going to go with it. For now, at least.”
I offer a soft smile. “I can get on board with that.”
We reach for each other, our lips meeting with the same intensity that I’m quickly becoming addicted to. But just kissing isn’t enough anymore, so we help each other struggle out of our wet clothes before Jesse leads me over to the bed, my heart pounding with nerves and anticipation.
9
From the private Facebook group ‘Finchley Locals Community Hangout’
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Post by Missy Clarke: Is anyone else wearing puce to the wedding next week? I don’t want to cause a clash
Beth Bowry reply to Missy Clarke’s post: I think you’ll be safe Missy
Jesse
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As soon as I have Web on the bed, I climb on top of him, straddling his waist. I waste no time in returning my lips to his, kissing him hungrily as our cocks slide together, his body arching up off the bed to meet the movements of my hips.
I still can’t believe that I’m here right now, with Web of all people, but I just can’t seem to stop kissing him. And I can’t stop my mind from flashing back to that little interlude under the bridge earlier, and those words he murmured in my ear…
I break the kiss, tilting my head up to stare into his dark eyes. “Did you mean what you said before or were you just messing with me?”
“What?”
I let out a shaky breath. “Are you really on board with bottoming?”
Web’s pupils blow wide with unmistakeable desire. “Absolutely,” he rasps, swallowing hard.
I crash my mouth back to his, groaning against his lips as we ravage each other with heated, desperate kisses.
God damnit, he’s hot. I mean, I already knew that, of course. I’ve known it for years despite doing my absolute best to ignore it and opt for complete denial. But, Jesus Christ, it’s impossible to deny it right now. I’ve never experienced anything sexier than Webster Goode, right here, right now, like this. The way he just responds so eagerly to every single touch; those needy little noises he’s making; the feel of his hard, broad body underneath mine.
It feels like an eternity since I’ve been this desperate for someone, and I’ve stopped caring that the someone is Web. That can be tomorrow’s problem…
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” I