Mike took several deep, cleansing breaths, pushing out all the tension with long exhales. “Okay,” he said at last. He andTony walked back to the set, where Chad was once again on his phone, looking bored out of his skull, hand idly stroking his dick.
Chad glanced up at their approach. “Y’all done now? Hissy fit over?” He grinned.
Mike felt Tony’s hand on his shoulder and bit back his retort. He flashed Chad that polite smile again. “Let’s just finish this, okay?”
Chad shrugged. “Wasn’t me callin’ for a break, but there ya go.” He put his phone down where it was still within reach and climbed back onto the bed. Mike resumed his last position and readied himself. Chad quickly pushed back into him and was soon grabbing his hips and yanking him back onto that big cock. “I looked you up, y’know,” he said between thrusts.
What the fuck?“Huh?” Mike did his best to ignore the distraction and concentrated on getting erect again. Heaven knew it was proving more difficult than usual.
Chad bent over him, hips rocking as he fucked him faster, harder. He brought his lips to Mike’s ear. “Yeah, you got quite a history, don’tcha? Just how many dicks has this big ol’ hairy butt of yours taken?” His hips slammed into Mike’s ass, the sharp slap of flesh against flesh.
“I don’t actually keep score,” Mike ground out, fighting the urge to stop the scene right then. “How about you shut up and let me do my job?” Talk about unprofessional…. Out of the corner of his eye, Mike caught a signal from Tony, and Chad suddenly clammed up. Mike sent Tony a silent vote of thanks and did his best to give the scene his full attention.
Things went better from then on, and after a couple of position changes, it was clear Chad was about to come. He whipped off the condom, and after a few tugs he shot his load over Mike’s chest with a low cry. The camera moved in for a close-up of his creamy come, pooling between Mike’s pecs, caught on the mat of hair.
With a satisfied sigh, Chad grabbed his towel and wiped himself down before giving Mike a smug smile. “Well, that’s me done. Your turn.” He sat back on his haunches, hands resting on his thighs.
Mike knew it was going to take a while. He closed his eyes and withdrew into his happy places. He replayed Saturday night, every look, every caress, the sounds that had poured out of Tommy’ sweet mouth….
“Didn’t know it was gonna takethislong.” Chad’s bored tone drilled its way into his thoughts, and he tensed, doing his best to shut out the arrogant little prick. He brought his mind back to Tommy, hands gripping Mike’s shoulders in the shower, the water pouring off him in a torrent, lips parted in a breathlessOwhile Mike brought him to climax with his mouth. Little sounds intruded: Chad’s fingers, tapping the bed frame; Chad’s sighs, soft yet oh so fucking annoying; his tongue clicking, noises that spoke of impatience….
It took Mike several minutes to reach that point where his orgasm was finally in sight. He flicked his hand in a signal to Seb and then focused on pumping his cock, body tingling as his climax approached….
And then everything went to hell as he reached the point of no return and had to reel it back from the edge when Chad got up from the bed and walked away to send a message on hisfucking phone.
Mike squeezed hard around the base of his dick, groaning in frustration. “Tony, for fuck’s sake!”
He was gonna kill the little fucker.
“Chad, you need to keep your position, okay?” Mike caught the brief flicker of anger in the director’s voice. Mike was in pain, his dick was so hard, his balls throbbing. The second that Chad was back where he should have been, Mike let it rip, his come erupting from his cock in an arc, hitting Chad square inthe chest. Mike growled, body shaking, balls tingling. He waited until the shocks had died away, and then he lurched up from the bed toward Chad, who was wiping Mike’s come off his body with a towel.
“Well, you got there eventually,” Chad said with a smirk, arms folded across his chest.
That was fuckingit.
Mike pulled back his fist to wipe that smug smile off Chad’s face and knock him into the middle of next week, when Seb grabbed his upper arm. “Scott, no!” Wayne, the photographer, was at Mike’s side in an instant, his hand on Mike’s shoulder. Chad backed away from him, arms by his sides, his muscles tensed.
Something in Seb’s voice broke through the red mist of Mike’s rage, and he froze, his fist slowly unclenching. Chad was staring at him, quiet for once, the faintest flicker of fear across his face.
Mike shrugged himself free of Seb and Wayne, picked up his towel from beside the bed, and strode off the set to the showers. He was still trembling when the first rush of hot water hit his body. Mike braced himself against the tiles, elbows locked, head down, letting the shower wash it all away, all the anger, the frustration, that scary feeling that he’d just been about to make a very grave mistake. He had no idea how long he stood under the jets, but at last he regained his composure and reached for the shower gel to wash himself properly. By the time he was dried off and dressed, Mike was calm enough to think clearly. There’d been no sign of Chad, thank God. Mike wasn’tthatcalm.
He walked out of the showers and across the now empty set to the little room that served as the office. Tony was seated at his desk, staring at his computer monitor. When Mike entered the room and softly closed the door behind him, Tony glanced up. He swallowed.
“You okay?”
Mike dropped onto the worn chair facing the desk. “Not really, no.” He ran his fingers through the short layer of hair on top of his head. “I’ve been around this business long enough to realize nothing will be done about Chad. He brings in a lot of subscribers, I know. So while they got their little cash cow, they’re gonna let him get away with a lotta crap.”
“Hey, come on?—”
“It is what is it, all right? It’s business. I get that. But I’m not here to talk about Chad, okay?” Mike inhaled deeply. “Tony, I need you to do something for me.”
“Okay,” Tony said slowly, a hint of nervousness apparent in his voice.
“I want you to give Rod a message. I’d tell him myself, but this way I get to keep my temper, which I’m sure would be preferable for all concerned.”
Tony’s tight expression eased a little. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”
Mike paused. He knew Rod Bingham, ManFactory’s owner, was a decent man, but right then Mike really didn’t trust himself to stay calm. “Can you tell him to bear in mind when he plans future scenes for me—if he still wants to use me, after today—that I willnotdo any more scenes with gay-for-pay actors. You got that, Tony? Only gay or bi guys from now on.”
