“What did we expect. He’s a pro. Did you figure out what you’re getting him yet? Christmas is in less than a week, bro.”
“You know what. I think I did, Buffy. And I am not telling you.” I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her in close. “Love you, sis.”
“Love you, too.” She punched me on the arm and walked back into the office to help the kids start getting out of their costumes. They were the worst at hanging them back up.
I sat down in the theatre and waited for the cast to all get dressed and to leave. I should have brought my book. But this was one of my favorite views in Foggy Basin. I loved an empty theatre, and I loved this theatre more than any other in the world. It had created the person I was, and here was where I planned on spending the rest of my life.
The rest of my life with Finn.
God, it sounded good.
“You ready?”
I jumped out of the chair and turned to find Finn standing at the doorway with a grin on his face.
“I really need to kiss you, right now. You were so fucking good, baby.”
“Really? I felt kind of… miscast. I am not Scrooge.”
“You were amazing. I really thought that I might fuck a seventy-year-old man tonight.”
“You into the beard and the bald cap?”
“Mmm… I think I found a new kink.”
“You are incorrigible.”
“I’m totally gonna corridge you tonight. We can role-play.”
“Who will you be?”
“I’m totally Bob Cratchit. I have to teach my boss a lesson or two.”
“We’re alone…” he laughed. “I think I’ll take that kiss now, please.”
I walked over and took him in my arms and kissed the shit out of him. My hands slid down his back, and I grasped his ass in my hands as he ground into me.
I wasn’t sure that I could wait until Christmas to give him my present.
I wanted our life to start now.
5
FINN
Jim’s hands were so strong and powerful. The way he took me in his arms and held me as his tongue slid into my mouth made my knees weak.
The way he held me by the back of the head when I gave him a blow job. The way he grasped me when he fucked me made my head spin. It made me feel like flying. I made me feel like I was jumping out of a plane without a parachute.
He was so manly, and he was mine.
How did an aging twink dancer like me get so lucky to meet a man like Jim James? Still a name that made me giggle. But he was so much more than a name. He was everything.
I gave my first performance, and he took me home, and by the end, I wanted to give him a standing ovation. He did the same thing on Friday and Saturday night. It was like he was in a hurry to get home and rip my clothes off.
I reveled in it. I could never get enough of him. He filled me as he fulfilled me over and over again.
I would like to say that I got better with every show. I guess I did, but the truth was I couldn’t wait for the show to end and for Jim to grab me and kiss me before racing me to the car. Icouldn’t wait before he carried me up to the house and threw me down on the bed. I couldn‘t wait until he took off his clothes and I could stare at the beauty of his hard body before my hands roamed all over it.
