by BA Tortuga
He pulled good and hard ’til Hollis was done, then eased up, just cleaning that long cock, stroking nice and easy with his tongue.
Not bad.
Not bad at all.
“Damn, baby. That was….” Those gold-brown eyes looked dazed as hell and happy as a pig in shit.
“Uh-huh.” Jeremy rested his cheek on Hollis’s belly, starting to blink nice and slow.
“You okay?” Hollis reached down and dragged him up. “You hungry?”
“Uh-huh.” He was way more than okay, and hell, he was stoned. Of course he was hungry.
“Cool. What have we got, again?” That redneck asshole was focused. Junk food, now, and Jeremy figured he wouldn’t be swayed.
“I got Doritos in my stash, and there’s hummus in the fridge. Peanut butter.” Oh. Olives. He could have olives.
“Doritos. That was the deal. Nothing good for me.” Hollis grinned, the lines next to his eyes and mouth all crinkling up.
“Picky, picky.” Jeremy yawned, cheek sliding on Hollis’s skin. “You suggesting I’m not good for you?”
“Oh, baby, that was the best I’ve felt in a long time, but if you’ll let me eat Doritos, I aim to get them.” Hollis kissed him, rising and stretching.
“You stay. I’m not giving up my hidey-hole.” He sat up, twisting, back popping. Hollis didn’t need to see what all he had in there.
“’Kay.” Hollis grabbed him, rubbed his shoulders good and hard before patting his ass to send him on his way.
He headed over to his stash, dug out a bag of Doritos. Lord. He was a bad, bad personal trainer.
“Come on, baby. Gimme.” Hollis pounced on him, grabbing the bag and pulling it open.
“You’re an addict.” He chuckled, stealing one from the bag.
“There’s no bad in corn and chiles.” Hollis munched happily, eyes lighting up, looking so fucking tickled.
“Salt. Grease. Fuck, these are good.”
“You know it.” Licking those amazing lips, Hollis leaned on him. Then he munched another Dorito.
His hands slipped around Hollis’s waist, fingers petting the line of hair right below that little indentation of Hollis’s navel.
“Mmmm.” Man, Hollis was wiggling like he was ready to start another round. Wow. The man was a stud. Again, thanks to him.
He chuckled, fingers just exploring away. “You feel pretty damned good, man.”
“So do you. I like.” The Doritos went by the wayside, sort of pushed out of the way so Hollis could touch him. Oh, dude. He ranked higher than junk food? Impressive.
Then Hollis was kissing him all over, from collarbone to hip bone, tongue tracing his muscles on the way down. Like all of them. His pecs, his belly, every ridge.
Oh hell. “You. Your mouth is something else….”
He stretched as far as he could, giving Hollis all he had.
“Mmm. It’s my living, yeah? I ought to be good with it.” Hollis licked, tongue tracing the little trail of hair Jeremy had left on his body, right down to his trimmed pubes. Now that was logic if he’d ever heard it.
Goose bumps raised up all over his belly, his cock bobbing and waving and trying to get Hollis’s attention. Hollis rubbed against his cock, bristly cheeks and chin just making him moan and shiver. Then that hot mouth closed over the tip of his prick.
“Oh, good Lord.” His eyes rolled like a pair of dice, toes curling up tight. That was the hottest thing he’d felt in forever. A low moan vibrated around him, Hollis’s lips working him like nothing going. Damn, that man could suck chrome off a bumper.
At some point—some point really, really quick after Hollis started sucking, because Jesus Christ—Jeremy stopped thinking and just went with feeling.
Needing.
Begging for it.
Hollis’s huge hand cupped his balls, and those lips…. God Almighty. Hollis was just a force of nature. Really. He started humping, fucking Hollis’s mouth, rocking down into that hand. The other hand lifted his ass, helping him thrust, giving him the most amazing friction. He could feel every inch of his cock, like it was just on fire.
He tried to warn Hollis, but he was just that close, just that fast, and he shot hard enough his teeth rattled.
He got one last long lick. Really long and a little rough. Then Hollis grinned up at him. “Good?”
“Uh-huh.” Good. Shit. That was a life-changing experience. Or at the very least enough to rock his socks.
“Good.” Hollis nuzzled his belly. “I like how you taste.”
“Clean living.” He met Hollis’s eyes, winked, waiting for that growl.
“Bullshit. More like pot and Doritos. Man, I needed that.” Rolling over, Hollis spread out, one hand scratching that flat belly.
He chuckled, tugging gently at the little dark hairs. He sort of liked the fuzzy look.
Sort of.
“What? You think of waxing me like a surfboard and I’ll kick your ass.”
“You’ll try. You don’t seem to mind it on me.”
“No, but this is the money shot for me. A little chest or belly and the photographers eat it up.” Chuckling, Hollis rubbed his leg. “You, now, you have to look all streamlined.”
“Yep. I have to have less wind resistance to keep clients from killing me.” That belly was hot as hell now.
“That too.” Going up on one elbow, Hollis grinned, eyes crinkling in the best way. He looked kinda stoned and very fucking happy.
He probably should get back in his own bed, but he was damned comfy and more than a little buzzed and really, really into watching that smile.
Really.
That was probably a dangerous thing.
Shit, next thing he knew he’d be buying Hollis sausage biscuits. And then where would he be?
Deeply fucked.
Deeply.
And not in the fun spanky way.
Chapter Seven
HOLLIS WOKE up when the door to his little bedroom flew open, a chipper fucking voice telling him to get his ass up. Get up and fucking work out and eat something horrid.
He cracked one eye open. Glared.
“What the fuck is your problem?”
“No problem. You had your day off. Up. Work. Detox.”
Jesus Christ, was the man human?
He felt bruised and sore and stuffed with Doritos and Dairy Queen. Since he knew Jeremy had indulged as much as he had, if not more, it was fucking unfair.
“Come on. You don’t get any more binges if you don’t get up to work off the letdown. Up.”
“Fuck you.”
“Not before your breakfast and a workout. Not only that, but you have some media deal at five. You’ll have to take a rain check.”
Bastard.
Perky bastard.
Perky, “altogether too dressed in see-through gauzy shirt” bastard.
Hollis reached out and tried to grab Jeremy’s balls. “Shut up.”
“Not a chance.” Man, the little fuck could move. “Up. You want an omelet or a smoothie?”
His stomach rolled. “Neither. Jesus God, how can you be so fucking awake?” Dairy Queen had been at sometime around midnight, and after that, they had done some serious gymnastics.
“Natural energy.” Natural his ass. Jeremy’d been three sheets to the wind and had ridden him ten ways to Sunday.
“More like some kind of juice with uppers.” He groaned, rolling into a sitting position. “What time is it?”
“Nine thirty. I let you sleep in. I’ll make you a glass of juice. Peanut butter on toast before calisthenics?” He was going to kill the bastard.
“Sure.” He’d wait until Jeremy’s back was turned and strangle the little fucker with a pillowcase.
“Excellent.” Jeremy turned, and he caught sight of a faint little love bite on the back of Jeremy’s neck, right under the hairline.
His whole body went sproing. Hollis got up and rushed the little shit from behind, wrapped around him, and nuzzled that mark. “You could work me out a diff
erent way.”
He felt Jeremy’s muscles ripple, that tight, fine ass arching right back like Jeremy was made to fuck. “We…. You are a tempting son of a bitch, man, but we need to work.”
“Uh-huh.” He rubbed a little, letting his naked cock push against those thin pants. “We could work it so good.”
“Sex is cardio….” Jeremy’s head fell forward, giving him more skin.
“And if you’re on top it’s weight bearing.” Yeah, hoo yeah. He had Jeremy now. He rocked some more, just letting it get all good and hot.
“And if I give in now, I’m never going to be able to do my job.” Jeremy stepped away, turned to look at him, cock hard as stone, lips parted.
Hollis stared. What the fuck was with the delayed gratification? That wasn’t gonna do at all. Hollis did the best thing he knew to derail righteousness. He dropped to his knees and put his mouth on that straining prick through the fabric that covered it.
“Oh, sweet fuck….” Jeremy groaned, fingers tangling right up in his hair, body arching toward him. Uh-huh. That’s what he thought. He mouthed the whole length, then pulled Jeremy’s pants down, rubbing his cheek along that sweet cock.
“Hollis. Goddamn.” Jeremy was staring down at him, lips parted, cock just bobbing and begging for his attention.
“Mmm-hmm.” He stared right back, loving the way Jeremy looked when the man was lost in the pleasure, needing and hot and ready. Jeremy’s fingers traced Hollis’s eyebrows, his crow’s-feet, his cheeks. All the while the buff little son of a bitch watched him.
Hollis put some serious effort into the sucking, his cheeks hollowing out as he pulled. The taste was all man and a little Doritos….
“Fuck. Fuck. Hollis!” Look at those muscles ripple. Jesus fuck. He put one hand up to pet them, stroking that six-pack, just humming around Jeremy’s cock. Lord, that man was fine. Fine. Jeremy started humping, fucking his lips nice and steady. Uh-huh. That was one hell of a workout.
Cupping Jeremy’s ass with one hand, Hollis urged him on, watching thighs and belly flex, watching all of it. Jeremy’s skin felt fevered, sweat breaking out. See? Cardio. He could feel it, Jeremy’s cock throbbing, swelling on his tongue.
Come on, he thought. Come for me. Let me show you how much I can get your heart rate up.
Jeremy held on longer than he expected, then jerked, spunk bitter and hot on Hollis’s tongue. Goddamn. Fucking A. Hollis swallowed Jeremy down, licking and working that softening cock, then kissing the tip as he pulled off.
Jeremy sort of blinked at him, then slumped back against the wall. “Wow.”
“Uh-huh.” His cock ached, but he sat there and held Jeremy’s hips, his thumbs rubbing and pressing, just enjoying the feel of skin.
“You…. What do you want, man? What do you need?” There wasn’t a thing selfish about Jeremy in the sex department; he had to give the asshole that.
Standing, he took a kiss, grabbing Jeremy’s hand and putting it on his cock. Yeah, that was it. “Just touch me.”
“My pleasure, you fine bastard.” The weird thing was, Jeremy sounded like it was the God’s honest truth.
“Mine too.” His balls tightened up, his skin flushed hot, and Hollis fucked that hand like there was no tomorrow. Jeremy rubbed the tip of his prick, pegging him, making his toes curl. He was so close. All he needed was just one more touch, right there…. Oh shit. Yeah.
“Oh hell yes….” Jeremy’s lips brushed his cheekbone, his jaw.
Hollis came hard, seeing stars, his teeth closing on Jeremy’s lower lip. His whole body shook with it, like they hadn’t had hot monkey sex like six hours ago. Jeremy groaned, fingers tugging him in close to all those fine fucking muscles. Goddamn.
Just… yeah. “That’s a hell of a workout, baby.” He grinned, kissing the corner of Jeremy’s mouth, tasting sweat and heat.
“Bitch.” Jeremy groaned, nipped his bottom lip. “You still need breakfast.”
“Yeah, but no tofu or shit.” They could just stand there and sway a bit, and it would make him happy. All skin and lean and nuzzle.
“No tofu. No shit. Strawberries. Pineapple. Good stuff.” Jeremy’s hands were hot as hell on his skin.
“That I can do.” It was amazing how his hangover kinda faded with the sex thing. He should bottle it or something. He might even do crunches.
“Good man.” Jeremy squeezed his ass a little. “You do your calisthenics today; I’ll give you a massage tonight.”
“Oooh.” He batted his eyelashes. “Everywhere?”
“If you’re a very, very good rock star.”
“Damn.” His body was all up for that. Damn his old hormones anyway. Jeremy had really found a way to get him to work. Because he wanted to look good for the little shit, if nothing else.
Jeremy nuzzled, fingers rolling his balls, so easy. “Come on. Food. You need something good for you.”
“Okay. That works, what you’re doing right now.” Jeremy had best watch it or he’d get all hot and bothered again, which was kinda weird and unlikely but still true.
“Mmm. You like this?” Jeremy kept touching, the touches careful enough to heat him up, deep down.
“You know it.” He rocked into it a little, loving the feel of Jeremy’s hands. God, he could really get used to this. Which was a really bad idea. People came and went fast in his world.
“Mmm.” Jeremy just let him feel for a while, the touches not even as arousing as they were fucking comforting.
Finally he sighed and pulled away, grinning a little. “Time’s a’wasting, I guess. Feed me and put me through my paces, baby. I have a thing with the stylist before that interview.”
“Woo-hoo. Going to make you all pretty.” Jeremy grinned at him, patted his ass. “Come on, stud. Let’s get to work.”
“Yeah. It’s such a tough life.” He laughed, thinking he needed to remember that more. How good he had it. Wouldn’t do for him to turn into a drama queen.
That earned him a snort and a pinch. “Come on, old man. Let’s get you fed up.”
Jeremy fed him fruit and toast and some kind of smoothie, which he compromised on and drank, holding his nose. Lord, that was foul. A man shouldn’t drink anything healthier than Wheaties in a can.
Then they started working out, Jeremy putting him through his paces and making him sweat like a lathered horse.
He finally called a halt when his muscles started shaking with fatigue. “Shower. And some more food.”
He got a nod, hands sliding down his arms, rubbing the muscles. “What do you want? Tuna? Chicken?”
“Mmm. Fried chicken and coleslaw with biscuits.” Like that was gonna happen. But he did adore the way that made Jeremy’s nose wrinkle.
“Coleslaw? Yes. I’ll make you some. You had biscuits last night.”
Hey, that was a compromise. “Okay. But if you use that yogurt shit, make sure you put in lots of pepper and some hot sauce.”
“I can do that.” Goddamn. Look at them. Being all reasonable and shit.
“Cool.” He grinned, wiping down, getting the sweat off.
“See? If you listen to me more often….” Jeremy winked, scooting out of reach.
“Oh, fuck you.” Man, he hoped he was more glib during his interview. “What the hell am I interviewing for today, anyway?”
“Do I look like your appointment secretary now? All I know is you’re supposed to be beautiful.”
“You know. You always know.” Hell, his assistant never talked to him these days. Only to Jeremy. She thought he was cute.
“The Entertainment Network. That scary, big-boobed chick with too many eye lifts. Wear black.”
“Oh, man. The one with the eyebrows that start up in her scalp? Shit.” He hated that shit. They always wanted to pry into his private life. Which he had now. Kinda.
“That’s the one.” Jeremy grinned, winked. “And the black cowboy hat. It’s hot.”
“Yeah?” He raised a brow. “You like the way I work the hat?”
“Does
anyone not get off on you working the hat?”
Wow. He grinned, dragging Jeremy close for a kiss. “I’m only worried about you right now.”
Jeremy blushed a sweet deep red, but the kiss burned him down to the toes. “I fucking have fantasies about you working the hat.”
“Uhn.” Damn. How many times could a man go before he started looking haggard in interviews? Hollis figured he might want to find out.
“Food. You need food.” Jeremy’s lips were so fucking soft.
“I do.” He kissed them again, just because they tasted like both of them and salt and heat. Better than egg whites for damned sure.
Chapter Eight
DUDE.
If Hollis slammed those weights together one more time, he was going to hit the man with a—
Clank.
“You know, you’re not supposed to click them togeth—”
Clank.
Goddammit.
He fucking hated that noi—
Clank.
“Hollis!”
“What?” Chest heaving, Hollis turned and glared at him. “I’m working.”
“You’re supposed to stop before they touch.”
“Why?” That smile was enough to make him crazed. Hollis was in a mood; last night’s show had been an outdoor one, canceled halfway through because of a bad lightning storm.
“It’s bad for your reps. It jars your muscles. It wrecks the weights.” The fucking noise drove him crazy.
“Uh-huh. I like the rhythm. You know me. I’m very aural. Musicians….”
“You want me to turn the music up?” Glue felt on the weights?
“No. I want you to let me work out. You’re acting all maiden aunt.” Man, look at all those white teeth.
Clank.
“Maiden aunt?” He poked Hollis’s abs. “Are you suggesting I’m not pushing you hard enough?”
“No, I’m saying you’re fucking whining about me clanking the weights.” The right barbell dropped perilously close to Jeremy’s foot.
“Watch it!” He grabbed the barbell as it rolled.