Page 11 of The Tourist

CHAPTER 6

The mattresssagged underneath us and Dan got one foot caught in the covers. Weboth started laughing. I got a mouthful of pillow and spat it out.Fun! It made my heart race. I seemed overexcited, just from somecasual horseplay. Dan’s mouth pressed against my neck, and hishands ran down my sides, snagging the hem of my shirt and pullingit up my torso. I arched, rubbing myself against him, letting himpeel it off over my head. When he started to undo my jeans, I leantback, letting him reach in for my dick.

God!Hard as anything, leaking at the tip. Dan laughedagain, from deep in his throat. I laughed too. I wanted him sobadly.

In fact, I’dwanted him the minute I saw him in the bar that first day, talkingto Matty about the renovations. Sweet, sweet memories. I had no problem atall, remembering how I met Dan. The tight ache of lust in my bellywas familiar, but what had startled me was the stirring of emotioninside me, the sudden knowledge that we should andwould get together, thecertainty as deeply lodged in my mind as the day of the week or theshape of the crate I’d been unpacking at the time.

And theexcitement of that anticipation!

“So, fuckinggood.” Back in the present, Dan slid down my body, his mouth firm,his lips thick and wet, his teeth nipping at my bare skin. When hishand curled around my dick and tugged it, I yelped withpleasure.

I’d wanted toknow more about him. Reallywanted. I couldn’t explain it properly, despitethe easy way I talked from behind the bar. It was different there,chatting with customers, laughing and flirting and being on duty.Just an act, right? People had asked me before if I was an actor,some even said they’d get me a screen test. Took me a while to findout what kind of movie they meant, of course. But talking aboutmyself—how I felt, what I thought—was a hell of a sighttougher.

Dan had themost fabulous smile. Slow, sort of mischievous, it just changed hiswhole expression. That was what I saw first. Then he caught sightof me scoping him out and he looked over properly. His eyesdarkened and I got hard, just standing there, looking back at him.Shit, I’d had to turn away and start polishing the glasses beforesomeone saw the state I was in. But I glanced back often enough,while he was measuring up the walls, pacing out the flooring. Greatbody, too, and he held himself with such confidence, like he knewwhat he was like, like he was really steady. He’d have a partner, Itold myself. Fine guy like that. He’d be taken. Or straight. Orwanting someone… not like me. Steady. Yeah.

Somethingyou’re not.

That day, itseemed to take him far too long to work his way around to thecounter, even though he had to draft plans for that, too. Mattytried to send me down into the cellar for more bottles, but I heldoff for as long as I could. Then one time I turned around, and… Danwas there. Smiling sort of apologetically, saying something about Ineeded to move out of his way for a few minutes while he checkedout the dimensions of the shelving. I don’t remember the details; Ijust remember his smell and that smile and the way he movedawkwardly past me, as if afraid to touch me, but wanting to,anyway. I knew, then, he was interested, just shy. Guys liked totouch me, it happened all the time, some of them straight, and someof them not too respectfully, either. But with Dan it was verydifferent. It didn’t feel like… using.

And me? Isavoured the memory of that shock. My belly had clenched like I wasback in high school and lusting after the football coach, full ofterror and anguish and pure, unadulterated happiness, all overagain.

He made mefeel… good. I said that before, didn’t I? I smiled and offered hima bottle of water, and just kept chatting, telling stupid jokes.And more smiling. Must have looked like a real moron. I hadn’t comeon to a guy for a long time. I’d been out of practice.

You expect meto believe that?

Anyway, he’dobviously ignored my chatter and liked the look of me enough tospend his break with me. Then a sandwich at the deli at lunchtime,though Matty bitched on about me taking time out of the building.And by the end of the day Dan had asked me out.

A very happymemory.

I found outthat he was relatively new to this part of London, Marianne was afriend of his sister and Jerry had recommended him for thecontracting job at Matty’s. But Jerry just shrugged when I askedhim things about Dan—what he was like, what he got mad at, did hereally like me, what was going on in his damn head behind thatslow, sexy smile? Marianne told me more, but most of the time shehad a mischievous look that made me feel I was missing something,and I shouldn’t have needed telling.

“Dan is a special guy,” she said. Then when I rolled my eyes ather, she thumped me on the shoulder. “Stupid! I didn’t mean… youknow, him and me.He likes men, Ricky, not girls.” She frowned at me. “Helikes you.”

But thatwasn’t what I meant. That wasn’t really what I wasafter.

All the guyslike you, Ricky. At least, at first. Until you give itup.

On my bed Danwas panting in that low, growling way that turned me right on. Hewriggled out of his jeans while I tugged awkwardly at his shirt. Igot him naked and rolled over against him. Shit, this wasgood, I was good.I felt proud of it, you know? I was marvellous in bed, lots of menhad said so in the past. Dan couldn’t keep his hands off me, and Iwas going to make the most of that. I was going to make the most ofDan, while we lasted.

All the guys…

He reached forme, took my hand and pulled it around behind him, onto his arse.The sparse dark hairs tickled my palm; the muscles of his buttocksclenched. My dick throbbed, pressed against his, and I started torock, sliding us together with pre-cum to ease the way.

“What do yousay?” Dan’s voice was a hoarse breath in my ear. He wriggled sothat my finger slid down between his buttocks. He groaned and hisdick seemed to swell even more. “I want it…”

Quickly, Irolled on to my back, pulling him on top of me. Before he’d evengot his balance back, I opened my legs around his hips, holding himin place against me. “You can do me.”

“Yes,but…”

I nudged up athim, my dick sliding along his belly, my breath harsh. “Dome. Hard. Like thismorning.”

He hesitated,just for a second, then gripped my thighs and pulled them fartherapart. I knew he wouldn’t resist—they all liked this. To take me,fuck me. I liked being fucked, no question. And Dan did it thebest. What’s more, he never called me the names other guys had usedin the past: a sweet hole, bitch, easy. Even when he tookme, really tookme.

Excitementtightened my balls. Yeah, this was the best way, the way everyoneliked. Remembering the name-calling hadn’t been so good, but I knewDan was going to make me feel better.

I reachedbehind my head and rummaged for some supplies I kept under thepillow.

Like somesordid little porn star.