“I just can’t believe you managed to avoid having sex in Hollywood, when you look that good. Nerves of steel, Jameson.”
He sat up and crossed his legs. Sprawled out next to him, Gray traced his fingers over Jameson’s knee, which made him giggle softly. “Trust me,” he said. “There were plenty of opportunities. You wouldn’t believe how many celebrities are secretly gay or bi.”
“I’ve heard,” Gray said. He kept tracing Jameson’s knee and appreciating the way his cock got thicker and thicker in his briefs as he played with it. “I’m sure there were plenty of gorgeous people around, too.”
“I’m glad I didn’t get swept up in that, I really am. Especially when I was a teenager. Los Angeles swallowed lot of the friends I did have in the business, and once you’re too old to be a child actor, if you don’t make that transition, no one is there to look out for you. At the time, I craved sex. I thought it was this wonderful thing that everyone else got to experience, but that I didn’t. In retrospect, though, I’m grateful I avoided anything worse.”
“So, no party life also meant no sex?”
Jameson turned, then contorted his face into that weird smile that Gray hadn’t seen in a while, the one that barely moved while he talked. “Justin Sweet was a more valuable commodity if he was single,” he said, his voice dropping to a lower register. “And no one in Hollywood can keep a secret.”
Gray laughed. “Whoa, you transformed into Justin. You’re so good at that!”
Jameson’s face relaxed, and the light voice Gray had fallen for came back. “I am a very good actor,” he teased, his eyes twinkling. “I never denied that part. What about you? I know you got out of a relationship recently.”
Gray started to go off, the way he would to Raiden, complaining about the guy from the bar. But honestly, he knew that relationship wasn’t going to last when he got into it. They weren’t compatible outside of bed, and the guy hadn’t been looking for something serious anyway, even if he did promise his heart when he was wasted. “I’ve had a lot of casual relationships,” he said. “But nothing serious.”
Jameson tilted his head to the side. There were pale green lines, like rays sticking out from the sun, around his eyes. “What counts as a lot?”
Gray coughed on his coffee. “What?”
“What’s a lot of casual relationships?”
Gray scratched the back of his head. “Shit. I didn’t expect you to ask.”
Jameson laughed. “I won’t judge you. I’m just curious.”
“It’s hard to say what a relationship is…” Gray said. He scrunched up his face, trying to decide how to answer. It took a second to convince himself to be honest, but Jameson just kept smiling at him with those big open eyes, and he fucking fell apart again. “Maybe forty guys?”
Jameson held a gold lipstick in the air, then pointed it at Gray. “Perfect.”
Gray laughed. “Perfect? How’s that?”
Jameson kept working on his makeup but tilted his eyes to Gray. “Because you can teach me how to have sex. You’ll know what you’re talking about.”
Gray blurted out a deep chuckle. “Beautiful, I’ve got news for you. You were teaching me a few things last night.”
Jameson laughed, obviously pleased. “I did not.”
Gray held his hands in the air. “Whatever you say. I’ll be happy to teach you as long as you want. I’ll teach you in the motel. I’ll teach you back at the mansion. I’ll give you a PhD in fucking if that’s what you want, beautiful.”
“No wonder you had sex with so many people,” Jameson teased. “You’re shameless.”
He put the mirror down. His makeup completed, the look struck Gray, surprising him. It was soft, practically glowing, and it made Jameson look even more like an angel than he already did. But it was strange, too, from the pale colors to the geometric designs. Unlike how other people did their makeup and somehow uniquely Jameson.
“Damn,” Gray said. “You look amazing. Maybe you really could go undercover like that.”
“Like this?” Jameson shook his head. “Too risky. I wish, though.”
Gray studied him. “It does give me some ideas. But we can worry about that later. For now, I think we’ll find plenty of ways to entertain ourselves in the motel before we sneak back to the mansion in a few days.”
Jameson shook his head quickly. “What? Why would we do that? Why would we go back to the mansion?”
“Once the heat dies down from the media.” Gray scratched at his beard. “I just figured that was the plan.”
“I don’t want to go back,” Jameson said quickly.
Gray’s heart ached a little at the way Jameson’s body tensed. He scooted himself down the bed, then stroked the back of Jameson’s head. “You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to. I’m not sure how long this motel will keep its charm, though. You might get claustrophobic and tired of gas station sandwiches.”
