Mike didn’t say a word but stepped to one side to let Tommy enter. Mike closed the door behind him, and Tommy stood there, rubbing his palms on his jeans like he always did when he was nervous. It only took a second for Mike to recall how Tommy had been on Friday, unhappy and uncomfortable. At least he seemed more relaxed, but there was an expectant air about him.
Mike had no intentions of torturing him.
He held open his arms. “So, do you have a hug for a retired porn star?”
Tommy stared at him, those green eyes widening. “You quit? Since when?”
It wasn’t quite the reaction Mike had been expecting. Given that Mike hadn’t shared his career with Tommy, Mike couldunderstand his apparent disbelief. He lowered his arms slowly. “Since this morning.”
“But… you had a shoot today. Didn’t you?” Tommy’s eyes never left him. “What happened? Did somethin’ happen at the studio?” He bit his lip. “Sorry, but after we talked about this, I had no idea you were even thinkin’ ’bout quittin’. Specially as you were gonna do a shoot.” He blinked rapidly, hands falling to his sides.
Mike took his phone from his pocket and went online to his blog. Just as he’d thought, the comments were already coming in, thick and fast. He took a second or two to take in the best wishes of his fans, along with comments expressing disappointment in his decision, offering him congratulations on his amazing career, and still the odd request for Mike to fuck someone. He scrolled back to the top of the entry and handed the phone to Tommy.
“Take a look.”
Tommy took it in silence and spent a few minutes reading. Mike studied his face, the concentrated expression. Tommy jerked his head up, lips parting as he began to smile. He placed the phone on the hall table.
And then he pounced.
There was no other word for it. Mike had the air pushed from his lungs when Tommy enfolded him in his strong arms and caught him up in a tight embrace, their mouths meeting in a kiss full of heat and need. Mike went with it, surrendering to the sensual onslaught, lifting his hands to grab Tommy’s head and pull him deeper into the kiss.
Tommy gasped and broke the kiss, leaning back to gaze into Mike’s eyes. “Why’d you do it? Why’d you quit?”
“For a lot of reasons, I guess, but there was one main motivation.”
Tommy tilted his head. “Yeah?”
Mike leaned closer and kissed him, loving the way Tommy sighed into his mouth. He cupped Tommy’s cheek. “You. I couldn’t lose you, Tommy.”
Tommy’s mouth opened to speak, but Mike pressed two fingers to his lips. “Baby, I’ll tell you everything, I swear. But right now? I wanna hold you, touch you, kiss you… make love to you.” He watched the flush of red that rose up past the neckline of Tommy’s white T-shirt, up his neck, and spread across his face.
Tommy kissed his fingers. “I love you,” he said quietly. “You know that?”
Mike stroked his hair, caressed his cheek. “I do. I love you too, baby.”
“I still can’t believe you quit. I… am I talkin’ too much?” Tommy asked, smiling. Mike nodded, and that smile grew shy. “Then—” Tommy swallowed. “—then maybe you need to put somethin’ in my mouth to shut me up.”
It was the boldest thing Mike had ever heard from Tommy’s lips. Andday-um, if it didn’t go straight to Mike’s dick. His skin tingled and his pulse raced. “Maybe I do at that.” His voice sounded hoarse to his own ears. “Bedroom, now.”
Tommy released him and stood there, tall and still. “Lord, yes,” he whispered.
Mike grinned. “Then don’t just stand there. Get that cute ass in my bedroom and let me see this gorgeous body I’ve been missing.” He palmed his cock, heavy and thick behind his zipper. “’Cause I got something that will fit in your mouthperfectly.”
Oh my God. The look of naked hunger on Tommy’s face nearly had him coming in his jeans. He grasped Tommy’s hand and tugged him across the hallway and into his bedroom. He backed Tommy up to the bed and pushed him until he fell, laughing. Mike was on top of him in seconds, sucking Tommy’s top lip, pulling it with his teeth, sliding his tongue into hotwetness. Tommy gave as good as he got, writhing on the bed beneath Mike, noises pouring out of him that occasionally made sense: “More, now, kiss me….”
Mike never let up with the kissing while he slid his hand lower to fumble with Tommy’s belt buckle, Tommy eagerly helping him. Then jeans were pulled down, almost savagely, Mike tugging at them as if they offended him before tossing them onto the floor. He crawled up Tommy’s body, spreading him wide and thrusting his jeans-encased shaft against Tommy’s briefs, which were already damp with precome. Mike rocked against him, Tommy’s cock pushing against the fabric, and kissed his neck and face. Tommy nodded and shuddered, hips moving as he pushed up to meet Mike’s thrusts.
Mike couldn’t hold back on his desires, not now there was nothing hidden between them. He wanted Tommy to see just how much Mike wanted him, needed him. He sucked at Tommy’s neck, feeling his lover shiver. Mike bit at his earlobe and then caressed it with his tongue.
“Want me inside you?”
“Yes, oh, yes.” Tommy opened his eyes wide. “Want you deep inside me.”
The words thrilled him. It seemed Tommy wasn’t hiding anymore either.
Mike scrambled to his knees and undid his belt and jeans, then pushed them down to free his dick, which sprang up, the slit already wet with precome. Tommy groaned at the sight and flipped over until he was on all fours before Mike, hungrily taking that solid shaft between his lips, head bobbing as he took him deep. Mike moaned and placed his hands lightly on Tommy’s head, letting him work at his own pace. Tommy licked and sucked, using lips and tongue to worship Mike’s cock. Mike fought hard to hold back his orgasm at the sight of Tommy’s muscled back stretching out before him, narrowing at the waistand then swelling into that perfect ass encased in tight briefs. He let Tommy know with noises and caresses that the blowjob was wonderful. Mike stroked along Tommy’s spine, aching to dip his fingers into that cleft and find what he knew was waiting for just him. When Tommy reached into his briefs to pull at his own dick, Mike knew his lover was wanting too.
“My turn,” he said and pulled free of Tommy’s mouth, his dick dripping with saliva. He grabbed the hem of Tommy’s T-shirt, then pulled it over his head and off. He moved to kneel behind Tommy, stroking slowly up and down his back before sliding a finger between his cheeks to rub over his hole through his briefs while he reached under to cup Tommy’s cock, the fabric barely containing him.
