“I can see that.” Tipping his head forward, he noses into my hair until I come back up for another bruising kiss. It could be seconds or hours before we come up for air. I couldn’t tell you. “I think…” He swallows hard, his cheeks pinkening slightly. “I think maybe I need a break before I embarrass myself and come in my pants like a teenager.”
I laugh out loud at that, dropping my forehead onto his shoulder so he doesn’t feel self-conscious and think I’m laughing in his face. I am clearly way off base in all of my perceptions of Luke Larson. And to be completely honest…I couldn’t be happier about that.
Reluctantly, I climb off his lap and settle back into my original spot on the couch, and we finish off our wine and make small talk for a bit. He asks me a few questions about back home, and I ask him about his favorite restaurants in LA. He gets particularly excited about a sushi place and tells me he’ll take me there at some point, and I hope he means it.
He walks me to the door like a perfect gentleman when my ride arrives, and we quickly exchange numbers on my way out the door. Thankfully, this driver handles LA traffic a bit more smoothly, and I relax back into my seat, feeling warm and sleepy from the wine and good company.
I’m just thinking I could easily doze off when my phone pings with a notification.
@lukelarson followed you back
I grin so wide that my face hurts.
5
LUKE
Iwake two hours before my alarm with anticipation swirling in my gut and a smile on my face. Today is collab day.
It’s only been a week since our first meeting, but I haven’t seen Riley since that night. We’ve texted back and forth about details, and he’s been taking up way too much space in my mind all week. I’ve had to force myself not to check his social media more than once a day. Everything about that night was so easy and natural. This is the first collab in a long time I’m actually really looking forward to.
I’ve been very fortunate to have some great scene partners over the years, and a few of them have fallen into regular rotation. But even when I’ve worked with friends, it’s always felt like just that: work. Maybe it’s because I’ve never done a scene with someone who’s brand-new to the industry like this. Maybe it’s because he’s so beautiful, and his personality actually matches his outward appearance, which is a huge turn-on. I’ve met a lot of attractive men in this business and fucked most of them, but a lot of the time, they have about as much personality as peeling paint. Definitely not so with Riley.
I also can’t help but admire his bravery in deciding to move to a completely new city and take a crack at a career that he wants to do purely for himself. Most guys get into this business for the money, but as we cooled off and finished up our wine the other night, it became more and more evident as we talked that he’s here because he’s genuinely excited about the work. It made me realize that I honestly can’t recall the last time I was that excited about work. Was I ever?
There’s no denying I’m excited now, though. My morning wood is harder than it’s been in years, my balls full and tight, and it takes every ounce of self-control I possess not to take the edge off before the shoot. I’m no spring chicken, though, and I worry that if I blow my load now, I won’t have anything to offer later when it counts.
Ishouldget up and go for my morning run like usual. Instead, I lean over and open the blinds a crack to let some good natural light in and arrange the sheets low around my hips so that the ridge of my erection is visible beneath the thin fabric, just the tip peeking out. I tease my slit until there’s a bead of precum glinting in the morning light. Leaning slightly forward onto one elbow, I maneuver for the perfect angle and snap a photo, posting it to Fanboy with the caption:Today is the day! Are you all as excited to meet Riley as I am?
Within seconds, likes and comments are pouring in. I’m not surprised. After I posted that teaser video we took last week, my inbox exploded with questions about Riley and when they could see more of him, and of us together. I have to admit I watched that video a few times myself. He’s fully clothed, but seeing him writhe on top of me with his tongue in my mouth gets me unbelievably hot. My cock gives a helpless throb just thinking about it. I’m about to say fuck it and take care of it anyway when my phone vibrates with an incoming text.
JESS:
Already up and at ’em, I see.
ME:
Well…I’m up alright.
JESS:
Ha. Cute. I got Riley all set up with his Fanboy page last week and he’s been getting lots of traffic already. I have a good feeling about this one! Such a cutie, too. I just wanna squeeze him.
ME:
Feedback’s been good then? You know I stay out of the comments.
JESS:
VERY good. I’m gonna need a raise if your inbox stays this full. I’ve got a car scheduled to take you both to the studio, so answer your damn phone when they call, yeah? I know how you are.
I chuckle and roll my eyes at that. Like every other millennial I know, I’ve had my phone on silent for years, and Ineveranswer calls from numbers I don’t recognize. I assure her that I’ll answer my phone, to which she replies with the eyebrow-raised emoji. She knows me so well by this point that I should probably be concerned, but thank fuck for her. I was fumbling around doing my best in the early days of my Fanboy account, trying to manage everything myself, when I got an email out of the blue from a Jessica Ashford offering her personal assistant services. I don’t think it was possible to reply any faster than Idid, and she’s pretty much the only thing that’s kept me from complete burnout for the last few years.
Honestly, if it weren’t for Jess and Nathan, I’d probably be a total recluse. It’s not that I don’t enjoy being around people; I’ve just never had many friends. My childhood was too transient to really ever feel at home anywhere, and why bother making new friends when I might not even be at the same school the next year? These two didn’t give me an option, they just forced their friendship upon me whether I wanted it or not. Nonconsensual friendship. But I’m so fucking thankful that they did. They’ve both improved my career, but more importantly, they’ve significantly enhanced my life.
My arousal flagged during our text exchange, and now I just have to pee. Rolling out of bed, I lean down to unlatch Aggie’s crate door on my way to the bathroom. The pile of blankets shifts and snuffles until her nose pokes out from a corner, checking to see if we’re really getting up yet, or if I’ll make my way back to bed after I’m done in the bathroom. I’ve learned she’s a lazy little thing in the mornings—if I’m asleep, she’s asleep. But once I’m up, she’s bright-eyed and energetic, ready for whatever the day has to bring. Most days, I wish I could bottle up and save some of her energy for myself, but today I’m excited enough for both of us twice over.
We make quick work of our morning routine: breakfast for us both, a quick walk and potty break for Aggie before she’s picked up for the doggy daycare Jess found after The Incident, and a shower for me where I managenotto jerk off.
