As I smiled, I leaned close to him, my lips inches from his. “You gotta be careful what you say. We might be entering emergency territory.”
He winced. “I thought we said kissing was a definite no.”
“Oh, a definite no, but we don’t have a rule against being a cruel tease, do we?”
“Now why would you want to go and do that?”
I set my hand on his pants and stroked over his crotch, feeling how hard he was getting. “Well, it’s definitely an emergency for me right now, so I’m just making sure it’s one for you too.”
“You wicked little bastard.”
We stared into one another’s eyes for a moment before he scrambled out of his pants and briefs and I had his dick in my mouth.
Yup. Another emergency, for sure.
16
Owen
Istayed in Fever Falls the following week, in which time Frederick and Bryan continued working with Keeg and me. Then Keeg and I returned to my home country, where Frederick had arranged our first interview with Parlaisan media starlet Gayle Meyers. The interview would be broadcast on our local stations as well as streamed live online.
Keegan didn’t have much time to spend in the country, since I had to make sure he was back in time for his classes the next week, so we had to do a crash session the night before the real interview was to take place.
“You’re gonna do fine,” I assured Keegan, taking his hand and squeezing gently as we headed through the hall, up to the suite. I didn’t know what had possessed me to make the move, but it clearly startled him too, and he glanced at me awkwardly before I said, “Hey, we might as well start now.”
“Just don’t accidentally start an emergency,” he teased, winking at me.
We’d had three of those since the first time. After all, something had to relieve the stress of all the work we were doing with Bryan and Frederick. However, despite having to study nonstop for today, I had no doubt once we were finished with our first major obligation, we’d have to manage the ache in my pants. Admittedly, I hadn’t taken care of it in hopes of saving up for Keeg, specifically because he’d noted how much I came each time he’d swallowed.
We entered the suite where we’d held the practice interviews—a typical tactic to make the setting more familiar, especially to Keegan, who wasn’t used to this sort of media frenzy.
This time, it was packed full, the crew setting up c-stands, lighting, and flags.
“This is another level,” Keeg said, noticing all the people in the room. “The only stuff I’ve done before has been when Jace really got big, and it was like one camera and a reporter. Maybe someone holding a mic.”
“Same principle,” I assured him, enjoying a laugh.
He squeezed my hand gently, in a way that had goose bumps rushing up my arm.
As I turned to him, he shifted his hat with his other hand and said, “What? Can’t I squeeze my boyfriend’s hand?”
“I think he’s just surprised by how much he enjoys it.”
A smile swept across his face, and as it did, I warned myself,Be careful, O.
It seemed the more time we spent together, the more I had to remind myself that I had to have lines, limits. I knew the consequences of caving completely to my natural inclinations, had gone down that path and spent four months at a rehabilitation center because of it.
Although, trying to speculate on what panties Keegan was likely wearing today made me want to throw out all the rules and just have my way with him.
Bryan stepped out of the main bedroom, smiling. “Hey, guys! Come meet Gayle. And we need to take care of makeup.”
We followed him into the adjoining room, where Gayle, who I’d interviewed with plenty of times before, shook hands with Keegan and me. We prepared for the interview before finding ourselves on the sofa, Gayle in a cushioned chair across from us. Gayle was in charge of her ship, calling the shots, includingactionbefore turning to us and noticing Keeg and me holding hands once again. She began the interview as she would have any other. The Q&A went well enough, with the sorts of questions Bryan had anticipated. It was evident that it took Keeg a moment to adjust, but he was doing well.
Even his uneasiness was charming, and I had a difficult time believing the public would have any issue warming to him the way I did.
“I think a lot of people are thinking, this kid is nineteen years old,” Gayle finally said. “Prince Owen, you’re going on thirty-two. That’s a big age difference.”
“As we’ve all seen through my past, I’m fairly immature for my age,” I joked.
