by R. Cayden
Gray laughed, now on the opposite side of the fence from Jameson. “Of course you do.” He hitched his backpack over his shoulder, then jumped it himself, hopping down to the ground with a thud a minute later.
Soon enough, they were on the road, the engine humming as they cruised down the quiet streets, passing expensive estates and rolling hills. Jameson’s heart pounded. He held Gray tight from behind and felt the cool air whooshing by, and when they took the curves, he squeezed even tighter. His back kept tingling, like the reporters might be following, and whenever a car passed in the opposite direction, a little jolt of panic shot up his spine.
Being caught with Gray would be a big enough story. Give the tabloids a pink motorcycle to work with, too, and he’d be toast.
But as the minutes stretched and as they put more miles between them and the mansion, Jameson realized that the plan really was going to work. Beneath their helmets, they could be anyone, cruising west and into New York state.
Like two lovers, Jameson realized. He tightened his arms around Gray again, and for the first time in years, Jameson felt free. With Gray there, urging him on and grinning like the devil, anything could be possible.
They must have made it fifty miles by the time Gray headed down a backroad, arriving to a quiet motel behind a gas station, there to serve the passing interstate. He pulled the motorcycle straight to the back of the lot, then hopped off. Lifting his helmet, he turned to Jameson.
“Stay here, keep your visor down to be safe. I’ll check us in.”
Jameson’s body felt wobbly and weird from the ride, and he swung his legs to the side, eager to stand on solid ground. He’d driven a few motorcycles on set for the action movies and gotten a decent bit of training, but it had been years. “Got it. Let me give you money for the room.”
Gray shook his head quickly. “They’ll want a card, and we need to keep your name out of things.” He winked at Jameson, then squeezed his elbow. “Let a guy treat you, huh? It might not be the Ritz or whatever you’re used to, but we can make it work.”
Jameson laughed, then tapped his helmet. “Hurry, then. I’m dying for a fresh breath of air.”
He sat there, the one bright light at the other end of the parking lot casting long shadows over him and the helmet squarely on his shoulders. His breath was foggy and warm against the visor, and his limbs felt like pudding. With everything going on, still, he could only think about Gray and how urgently he needed to feel what he had denied himself for so long.
Gray stepped out of the office and strolled back across the walk, looking casual as ever. When he held up the room key and waved it, Jameson grabbed his backpack and followed.
Inside, the motel room was like any other. There was an ugly painting of the hillside on the wall, one big bed with a hideous floral blanket, and an overhead light that immediately started flickering.
Gray tossed his bag to the only chair. “I thought anywhere nicer might be suspicious,” he explained.
Jameson pulled his helmet off, then threw it to the ground. His cock was already stiff, and sweat dotted his forehead from the ride. Gray looked startled as he stumbled forward, then pulled them both to the bed.
“It’s perfect,” Jameson said. He was surprised by the relief he felt, getting distance between the media mob and himself, but now that he had it, it was like he could breathe again.
Gray laughed. “Perfect? I don’t know about that.”
Jameson felt delirious, he wanted Gray that badly. He crawled up on top of him, tangled Gray’s shirt in his hand, and welcomed him to the room with a deep, long kiss.
“Holy shit,” Gray breathed when Jameson finally pulled back. “What did I do to deserve that?”
Jameson spread his legs, straddling down over Gray’s hips as he leaned back. It felt good to let himself move exactly how he wanted to, rather than guarding his every gesture, and he began to flow with an energy he had never felt before. “Are you kidding me? You changed everything.”
“I did?”
Jameson brushed his thumb across Gray’s cheek, the coarse hair rough and pleasing against his skin. He wanted to grind down hard, to feel Gray’s cock pushing against his hole. “Look at me,” he said, arching his back. “I feel alive.”
Gray threw his arms around Jameson, then tumbled them over. He landed on top, and Jameson writhed beneath him, somehow even more turned on than before.
“There’s something else,” Jameson said, his anxiety picking up. “I should tell you that I haven’t done this before.”
Gray’s hands were trailing down Jameson’s thighs when he looked up, arching an eyebrow. “Never?”
Jameson shook his head quickly. “It was always too big of a risk. Especially when I was a teenager, I was too scared.”
Gray seemed to think carefully, tightening his brow. “We should go slow. With everything else going on, you’re already overwhelmed. I don’t want to take advantage.”
Jameson clasped his hands behind Gray’s head, then pulled him up. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “If you slow down, I’m going to lose my mind.”
Gray got a wicked grin. “Oh yeah? That sounds fun.”
Jameson giggled, and they met in another deep, slow kiss. It felt like Gray’s hands were everywhere at once, caressing and massaging at Jameson’s body. Pleasure burned like coals in the deepest part of him, warming from the inside while Gray’s breath danced over his skin. And when the right moment came, Jameson launched himself up again, throwing both of them sideways, then landing back on top.
Gray growled. Sprawled on his back, he looked up to Jameson with heat in his gaze. “I didn’t know you had it in you, beautiful.”
Jameson tugged his shirt off and threw it aside. “I didn’t either,” he laughed.
Gray grinned, and they fell back down to the bed together. They rolled back and forth, wrestling clothes off. Jameson explored Gray’s chest with his tongue, tracing over the hard nipples and taut muscles, feeling the way Gray responded to every breath. He kicked his pants off, and when Gray cupped his balls through his tight red briefs, he practically came right there.
“Fuck,” he whimpered. “I want it so bad.”
Gray grabbed the back of his head, tangling his fingers in Jameson’s hair and giving him a small tug. “Bad enough to beg for it?” he teased.
Jameson grabbed Gray’s cock, fat and hard in his boxers. Gray tensed under his grip, and Jameson felt waves of power and desire. If the mansion made him feel closed off and reserved, the motel was an opening, letting all his buried needs rush to the surface again. “Bad enough to just take it,” he whispered, and his tongue darted across the bottom of his lip.
Jameson turned, and glanced himself in the mirror above the dresser. His skin was flushed and sweaty, and his hair mussed up into tangles. With his hands placed flat against Gray’s chest and Gray staring up at him with hunger in his eyes, he looked primal and raw and needy.
“Oh my god,” he gasped. “I forgot to put on makeup for you.”
Gray took Jameson’s chin in his hand and brushed his thumb over Jameson’s lips, sending another jolt of desire to his core. “You’re still the most beautiful person in the world. With or without makeup, you’re everything.”
Jameson whimpered. He squeezed Gray’s cock, then grabbed his own, massaging the length as they stared in each other’s eyes. “I’m ready,” he moaned. “I’m ready for you.”
Gray grabbed him by the hips, then tugged him forward. “Then come here. I want to give you a treat.”
Jameson held his breath as Gray tugged down his briefs. His cock popped out, bouncing in the air, and then slapped against his abs. He was pink and slick, with drops of precum gleaming down his shaft.
He felt exposed, but not in the way he was used to. It was more like he wanted Gray to see him, to stare at every intimate, private part of his body and know it just like Jameson wanted to know him.
“So sexy,” Gray growled. His hands landed on Jameson’s butt, squeezing his
cheeks, and Jameson whimpered again from the pleasure it sparked. He jerked his hips forward, biting down hard on his lips. “I’m going to go slow. You tell me what you like.”
“This,” Jameson moaned. “I like this!”
Gray started at his balls, rolling them in his palm. Jameson gasped as his hole quivered, the pleasure inching across his body, and tingling at places he didn’t know he had. With his knees beneath Gray’s shoulders, his cock was only inches away from his bodyguard’s piercing eyes, and Jameson could feel the breath, hot on his tip.
He started making noises he’d never heard from himself before. He was whining and whimpering, just like Gray said, begging for more.
“Gray,” he gasped. Gray drew his hand higher, gripping Jameson by the base, then darted his tongue along Jameson’s slit, licking up the precum.
“Oh god! Oh god!” Jameson gasped. His head swam with forbidden pleasure, like the rest of the world had washed away. “It feels so good!”
Gray took a little more of Jameson’s cock in his mouth, then a little more. Jameson’s eyes rolled back in his head as he started to rock his hips forward. The warm, tight suction made his already rigid shaft pulse, and when Gray swirled his tongue, Jameson slammed his hand against the wall behind them, nearly falling over.
They started rocking faster, Jameson’s cock sliding deeper and deeper across Gray’s lips. He could feel the orgasm building inside of him, the urge to let it crash over growing stronger with each thrust. He wanted to last forever, to make sure those feelings never ended, like he and Gray could spend the rest of their lives in that cheap motel room.
Jameson sucked in a sharp breath as Gray pushed his hand back, reaching behind Jameson’s balls. Each breath came out like a sharp, sweet gasp as Gray’s fingers found their way between his cheeks, then stroked at the edges of his twitching hole.
“Oh god!” Jameson moaned again, and when Gray put the slightest pressure on him, he bucked his hips wildly. Finally, the building orgasm was too intense to contain, and Jameson’s whimpers turned into deep, throaty cries as he unloaded in Gray’s mouth.
“Yeah,” Gray moaned, sucking down every drop. “Give it to me, beautiful.” Jameson’s muscles all tightened, his hole squeezing, like he could pull Gray in and keep him there, and after a moment, he let out one last jet of cum.
Gray swirled his tongue once more, then slowly drew his mouth back, releasing Jameson’s cock. Jameson lost control of his strength, tumbling forward, and Gray caught him in a gentle embrace.
“Oh no,” Jameson gasped. “I didn’t mean to finish!”
Gray chuckled warmly. Their bodies were flat together, and he trailed his hand through Jameson’s sweaty hair while they talked. “I’ve got good news for you, beautiful.”
Jameson kissed Gray’s neck once, then twice. His body was still humming, and he felt drunk off the scent of their bodies, sweaty and hard together. “Good news?”
Gray pressed his mouth against Jameson’s ear, then whispered, “We don’t have to stop.” He clasped his hands on Jameson’s ass, squeezing again. “In fact, I bet you’ll be ready for more in no time.”
Jameson giggled. “I can think of a few more things to try while we wait.” He drew his hand down until he found Gray’s cock, still fat and hard. “I’d love to learn how to do what you just did.”
Gray grunted and bucked his hips, making his cock bounce in Jameson’s hand. “I’ve got a feeling you’re going to be a natural.”
The wind whistled by outside, and for a minute, Jameson’s fleeting thoughts turned to the rest of the world and to the crisis that he had tried to flee, still waiting for him back home. Then he felt Gray’s beard, scratchy against his neck, and it was just the two of them again, alone together.
No matter what happened next, Jameson just knew something that felt this good was worth it.
Gray
The next morning, Gray and Jameson woke up at the same time, their bare skin warm against the scratchy motel sheets. It took them half an hour to get out of bed, but after they jerked each other off, Gray finally pulled himself away and went to fetch breakfast.
A gas station was the only thing nearby, but he figured it was better than nothing. Otherwise, Jameson was going to have to try to eat diner pancakes with his helmet on. After grabbing a couple cups of coffee and some egg sandwiches, Gray walked up the street and back to the motel, humming to himself the whole time.
He was still shaken from the long night. He’d had some epic evenings in the sack before and had stayed up until sunrise with a few hookups from the bar. For as shitty as Gray was at holding together a relationship, at least there was one thing he knew he was good at, and that was fucking.
But with Jameson, it wasn’t fucking. Not exactly, at least. They hadn’t gotten beyond their hands and mouths, but that didn’t matter. You could do all kinds of stuff with hands and mouths. With James, it was just different somehow, tingly in a way Gray couldn’t explain.
Knowing that he was Jameson’s first experience made everything feel even more loaded. For some reason, while the rest of the world fixated on some generic action hero, Gray was the one man who got to know Jameson. He got to hear Jameson’s moans and see the aching, beautiful look on his face when he came. The way Jameson moved, like he was always dancing, and the gentle voice he used when he was asking Gray for something—those things were gifts. Being with him felt like a miracle, and Gray promised himself for the thousandth time that he would keep that miracle safe. That no one else would reach them, not so long as he was still around.
When Gray got back to the room, Jameson was lying on his stomach and hanging off the edge of the bed to dig through his backpack. His ass was high, the thin cotton of teal briefs stretched tight over his curves, and his flush skin and wet hair told Gray that he’d had a shower. Gray immediately got hard again, and his protective instincts flared. “Damn, Jameson,” he said, flicking the lock on the door as he admired the view. He set the breakfast on the small table, then leapt onto the bed to give Jameson’s ass a light slap. “Good morning to me.”
Jameson laughed, then popped up from his backpack with a clear pouch, filled with makeup. His body was toned, and he definitely had muscles. But in his briefs, Gray could see the soft curves, too, his bubble butt and the V of his hips. “Thanks for getting breakfast,” he said.
“Egg sandwiches.”
“Perfect. Will you hand me the coffee?”
Gray passed on the drink, then the rest of breakfast. For a while, they lounged on the bed, slowly eating their sandwiches and drinking their gas station coffee. Jameson had brought a small mirror with him, and every now and then he would put down his coffee and apply a little more makeup, which made Gray even hornier than he already was.
“How you feeling today?” Gray finally asked. “After last night, I mean.” He’d wanted to ask immediately, but figured it was only fair to let Jameson wake up a little first.
Jameson smiled. “I’m feeling great. Thank you, Gray.”
Gray almost growled under his breath but pulled himself together by biting down on his cheek. “I’m glad.”
Jameson laughed, and his eyes sparkled. He pulled out a fluffy makeup brush, then dusted it across his cheeks. From the way they had talked about it, Gray knew that Jameson was doing the makeup for Jameson. He understood that it made him comfortable in himself and happier, too. But still, it gave Gray a thrill, thinking that a small part of it might be for his benefit, too.
“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.”