He stood there watching me for a few moments, his expression going from frowny to wide-eyed and open-mouthed slowly but surely.“Would you?”
I nodded.
“Would you murder someone?”he asked, frowning again.
I tried not to laugh because he looked so serious.“Depends.Why would you want someone murdered?”
“I wouldn’t.I mean in theory yes, but in practice never.That’s fucked up.”
“Right.Which is why I’d do anything for you.Because I can trust that anything you asked me to do wouldn’t be morally reprehense..ible.”
“Are you drunk too?”
“I… might be.”I definitely was.
He took my hand and pulled me toward the bathroom.“C’mon.Let’s brush and then sleep.You can do anything for me in the morning.”
I was gonna go to work with a headache in the morning, actually.
But it was already worth it.
Chapter 11: DIEGO
It’dbeenagoodtwo years since I’d started working at The Pike full-time, mostly so I could afford my own place, tiny as it was.I’d been living with two guys back then, and it was a lot to juggle, so it just made sense to prioritize differently.
Especially when acting wasn’t making me any fucking money.I mean, gotta be realistic, right?
But then that relationship broke down, and I didn’t wanna live with another roommate, and then Drake happened, and what with him on my ass all the time about where I was and when I was gonna see him next…
Time just got away from me, I guess.
I spent that June with Taran trying to quit smoking and figuring out how to do a new voice demo.I picked through material I thought would play to my strengths and went back through parts I’d played over the last few years in local stuff.I paid for some online courses and worked to save up money.So much that I didn’t do many of my usual Pride Month bacchanalia events.No club basement underwear parties, no foamy DJ nights at the club, and only one charity drag brunch—though Taran was a hit with the local queens, who asked if they could use him as a prop for their show at a later Pride event.
Taran politely declined, much to their disappointment.I was pretty proud, though, because those girls know talent when they see it.And because he was slowly but surely integrating into my world, and he seemed… perfectly normal about it?I must’ve had some fear that the inherent cishet programming he’d grown up with would spoil his enjoyment, but like it did with most queer kids once they were set free, he seemed to enjoy himself among the gays and the theys far more than he did at any Pirates game.
I started to think this was really going to work.I started to admit to myself, if not to him, that I didn’t just want him to hold me down and edge me until I screamed; I was super, super into him.Like, as a person.
Again.
I held back on the requests for more dommy behavior, though, just like I held back on the boyfriend thing.And since he didn’t seem to mind, and we were having plenty of fun as it was, what was the harm?
I recorded my demos with Louisa at Studio L on the first weekend in July.To celebrate, Taran put me flat on the bed, told me not to move, and drove me crazy for about an hour that night.And as I was curled up in his arms, my body humming with pleasure and relaxed as fuck after, he asked me, “What do you want from me for your birthday?”
He had a whole fucking wishlist; he’d made me fill one out back in June.It was full of equipment I needed to really start getting serious about voice work, including software I couldn’t afford and an actual soundproof booth you could set up in your living room or whatever that no one was ever gonna buy me.But he’d said to shoot for the moon, to think of it as aspirational, so I did.“You know what I asked for,” I said sleepily.
“Right, and I’ll get you something off your list.But I mean, something else.Something no one else could give you.”He kissed my cheek, my lips, then my sweaty forehead.
I sighed happily.“I don’t know.I guess…”
He pulled back enough to look me in the eye, smiling.“I saw that idea happen.”
I chuckled, body still thrumming from his hard work.It was impossible to lie to him after he’d fucked me so good, even if I’d wanted to.Which I didn’t.In truth, I wanted him to do alotof things to me, not limited to but including spanking, overnight free use, and a bunch of other shit that added up to just wanting him toown me, sexually speaking.Not just so he could get off, though that was obviously fucking delightful, but because I wanted him to…
Something.Something I was having trouble getting to, because my last experience with this shit had turned into an older white guy giving me the ick.
I couldn’t imagine it’d be a thing, with Taran.In spite of looking like he might be something other than, he was definitely white.But he knew about decolonizing other shit, so kink shouldn’t give him any trouble.I also knew he would never take advantage of anything I gave him.That he would never ask for more than I could give; or if he did, he’d accept anogracefully, even gratefully.
And come on.He loved that shit.Having his fingers on all my buttons and deciding when to push them didn’t just make him hard, it made himdrip.Massive wet spot, sticky cockhead, suck-him-off-in-sixty-seconds hard.
