Chapter 12
WALTER WOKEwhen his alarm went off. He hit it with a grunt. He was supposed to be in makeup in a half hour, but his attention was on the hot guy sitting at the card table. Walter’s laptop was open, but Bing was currently grumbling into his cell phone.
“Nero, I heard you.I know.” He thumbed his phone off with a low growl, which on Bing was a radical show of temper. Walter was more interested in the way Bing’s hair was sticking up in really sexy disarray. And that he didn’t have a shirt on. All those glorious chest muscles were making little Walter perk up with interest.
“Hey there,” Walter drawled as he whipped the bedroll open. He was naked and wanted to stay that way with Bing for a long time. “Want to do something fun?”
Bing looked at him, his expression inscrutable, but damn if that didn’t make him more attractive. Walter thought of how the man had looked with his head thrown back in ecstasy just before Walter had hit his climax. With that thought in mind, he rolled out of bed and stalked forward.
“Come to me, baby. Let’s see if—”
“Why’d your alarm go off?” Bing interrupted.
Walter rolled his hands up Bing’s torso. “No reason.” Then he stretched forward for a kiss.
Bing was slow to respond—part of his reserved nature that Walter found so sexy. Eventually Bing leaned in, and in time, he opened as Walter teased his lips, then his teeth, then the inside of his mouth. They were chest to chest, erection rubbing against erection, when Bing grabbed his upper arms and firmly set him back.
“I’m not making out with the Monkey King.”
Walter laughed. “This is all me, baby.”
Bing’s skin flushed hot and his hands tightened hard on Walter’s upper arms. “That’s what I thought last night. I thought you were you, and I was so tired….” His expression was tortured. “I wanted it to be you.”
Walter threw up his hands. “Who else would I be?”
“The Monkey King.”
Walter snorted. “I’m not.” He rubbed himself up and down on Bing’s body until Bing stepped away, but he could see the guy was definitely affected. His sweatpants tented in front of him, and his nipples were tight. “I’m going to lick you all over,” Walter said.
“The man I know would never say that.”
Walter snorted. “The man you knew was terrified of screwing up. He was afraid of disappointing you, of failing his parents, of being an embarrassment to everyone who knew him.”
“That’s not how I remember him,” Bing said. “He was funny and kind. He did everything from his heart. His work, his friendships, even his kung fu came from that place.” He folded his arms across his chest as if protecting himself. “He wasn’t bold like this—” He gestured at Walter’s proud stance. “I never saw Walter naked, and we lived together for more than a year.”
“I never split you wide open before either. Never thrust myself inside you the way I did last night. And you for damn sure never released like that before me.” He grinned. “I brought that out in you. I gave you the experience of a lifetime.”
Bing swallowed and nodded. “Yes, it was.”
Progress! “So let’s do it again. Bend over the desk. I’m going to take you from behind while my hand does such things to your cock—”
The blow came quick and sharp. A jab to his neck that could have broken his voice box if he hadn’t flinched away. Or maybe not, because there wasn’t enough power in it to do more than startle Walter into silence.
But that realization didn’t stop his reaction. He went full monkey kung fu attack. He spun where he stood, sweeping his foot out in a kick while his hands made clawing feints. Bing blocked them—barely.
The horror in the man’s eyes should have been enough to rein in Walter’s temper. It wasn’t. Walter kept advancing. With the tent zipped shut, there was little room for either of them to move. Within seconds the card table was knocked over, his laptop had gone flying, and if his bedroll hadn’t fouled his footing, Walter would have gotten Bing by the throat. As it was, the man was crouched down near the upturned card table, his eyes intense. But instead of attacking, he spoke low and quick.
“Fight him, Walter. Kick him out of your head!”
“There isn’t anybody here!” he cried as he went for the choke hold.
Except he didn’t. Walter checked the movement hard enough that he lost his balance and fell against the side of the tent. His breath was labored, not because of the exertion but because he felt like a part of him was just waking up. Something was stirring to awareness through a whirling tornado of sex-fight-joy-joy-joy.
“Walter?” Bing said. “Walter, you are a sovereign being. You decide who lives in your body and who doesn’t.”
“Jesus, Bing, just shut the hell up.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m just waking up and you’re giving me some Buddhist crap.” Except he wasn’t just waking up. He’d been fighting, and his laptop was on the ground in front of him.
His laptop? Holy shit, the whole movie was in there. He reached out an unsteady hand to touch it. It came to life quickly, and he exhaled in relief. He paged through a couple open windows. Everything looked good. Wait… one of the open windows showed yesterday’s daily. Walter hadn’t even seen it, but it was open as if….
