by T. A. Chase
Also, their relationship had progressed well. Josh had moved into Ryan’s apartment and they’d been sharing the bills ever since. He had quit his job at Mia Leone’s, and keeping the other two allowed him to continue sending money up to Erin. So far the press had laid off them and he planned on keeping a low enough profile, so that Ryan never had to explain him to anyone.
Ryan’s conversation with his parents about being gay had been rough on him, but Josh had held him and dried his tears before carrying Ryan into the bedroom to nail him to the mattress.
Today, as excited as Josh was for Ryan, all the mumbling and pacing was driving him crazy, so he came up with the perfect plan to get his lover to relax and enjoy the evening.
“What do you want, Bear?” Ryan walked into the bedroom, his mouth dropping open when he spotted Josh spread naked on the bed. “Oh my.”
He stretched, flexing his muscles and letting his abs ripple a little. “You never did lick all of my tattoos. I thought maybe if you weren’t doing anything important, you could do that.”
In seconds, a naked Ryan joined him on the bed. “I’m not doing anything that can’t wait until I’m done tasting every inch of you.”
Reaching out, he ran his thumb over Ryan’s plump bottom lip. “I’m all yours and I have a special treat for you when you’re ready.”
Ryan’s eyes lit up. “A treat, really? Can I have it now?”
“You’re like a kid who wants to open his presents on Christmas Eve. No, you can’t have it. You have to earn it. Now, get that talented tongue to work.”
Grinning, Ryan swirled his tongue around Josh’s thumb, drawing it into his mouth and sucking. Josh jerked, fighting the urge to yank his thumb out of Ryan’s mouth and shove his cock in there instead. No, this is all about Ryan and what he wants. If he wants to suck your cock, he will. You have to let him control the love making. This was going to be harder than he thought.
He pulled his hand away from his lover and spread his arms out wide. “I’m all yours, honey. Show me what you can do.”
Ryan rocked back on his heels, eyeing Josh’s body and obviously trying to decide where to start. Of course, Josh had his own plans on how this whole thing would work and he wasn’t above manipulating Ryan into what he wanted. He flexed a bicep, drawing Ryan’s devouring gaze to his left arm.
“Mmm…”
Licking his lips, Ryan focused on Josh’s arm and Josh sighed. He should have had Ryan tie him up because he wasn’t going to be able to resist trailing his hand over Ryan’s naked body and teasing the man’s cock when he could reach it.
His lover squeaked when he encircled his cock and squeezed. Ryan batted his hand away.
“Do you want me to tie you up? I don’t think I can do this if you keep touching me like that.” Ryan glared at him.
He laughed and shook his head. “No, I’ll be good.”
“You better be.”
The warm, moist touch of Ryan’s tongue running over his skin caused shivers to rock Josh’s body. He fisted his hand into the sheets on both sides of him to keep from grabbing Ryan and fucking him. Wiggling, he laughed as Ryan licked his underarms.
“I don’t have tattoos there,” he protested.
“I know, but I think I want to taste you everywhere, not just your tats.”
He was so fucked. “Whatever you want.”
Closing his eyes, he breathed deep, trying to keep control. His cock swelled and rose proudly from his groin. The blunt head wept like it was begging for attention from its favorite person. Ryan ignored it, inching down Josh’s shoulder and chest to one of his nipples.
Josh managed to keep from whimpering when Ryan swiped his tongue over the little nub of flesh before pinching it between his teeth and tugging. The quick flash of pain shot through Josh to land in his groin, making his cock harden even more.
Ryan moved to the neglected nipple at the point when Josh was about to beg him to suck his prick. Teeth and mouth on one nub and fingers continuing to torture the other one until both pieces of flesh were red and throbbing.
Leaving those, his lover moved down Josh’s body to circle his belly button and drew chuckles from Josh as Ryan blew a puff of air over the wet lines. Josh tilted his hips, bumping the head of his cock into Ryan’s chin.
“No, I don’t think I’m ready for that and besides you don’t have any tattoos there.”
He growled and Ryan flashed him a wicked grin.
“Just remember, pay backs are hell.”
“Those types of warnings aren’t incentives to get me to do what you want,” Ryan reminded him.
He held onto his control with the tightest grip he could. How many times had he teased Ryan until he begged Josh to come, so he couldn’t complain too much about the situation. He grinned to himself, remembering the other night when he tied and gagged Ryan before using a feather to tickle him everywhere. It had been so much fun and he had made Ryan come by just breathing on his cock.
He was so caught up in the memory, he jumped when Ryan slapped his hip.
“Turn over. I want to lick that dragon on your back.”
Josh rolled onto his stomach, trapping his painfully stiff prick under him. It hurt just enough to ease him away from climaxing.
“Hmmm…” Ryan hummed. “I love your body.”
“That’s a good thing because it’s all yours.”
Ryan scraped his nails down Josh’s back and over his ass. Shouting, Josh arched, absorbing the pain and transforming it into pleasure. Bite marks peppered his back as his lover feasted on him. He was going to have to keep his shirt on at work for the next couple of days.
He flexed and shifted, encouraging Ryan to investigate every inch of skin. Ryan’s hands landed on Josh’s ass and he froze, waiting for his lover’s reaction as Ryan spread his cheeks apart.
“What’s this?”
Ryan’s finger pushed gently on the plug in Josh’s ass and he moaned as it hit his gland.
“It’s your treat, honey.”
“If it’s mine, why are you wearing it?” Amusement sounded in Ryan’s voice.
Rising on his elbows, Josh glanced over his shoulder at Ryan. “I want you to fuck me, Ryan.”
“But…” Surprise and shock filled Ryan’s face. “You’ve never bottomed before.”
Josh turned over so he could take Ryan’s hands in his.
“I bottomed the first time I ever had sex with a guy. I didn’t like it because he didn’t take the time to make it good for me. I’ve never wanted a guy to fuck me like that again until I met you.” He grinned. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not going to suddenly want to be fucked all the time.”
“Thank God,” Ryan breathed.
Chuckling, Josh brushed his fingers over Ryan’s cheekbones. “I love how tight your ass is around my cock, but this is my gift to you. To prove once and for all that I trust and love you. It’s your reward for being nominated for a Golden Globe as well.”
He gestured to where a piece of paper sat on the night stand. “Plus I got my results this morning and I’m clean.”
Ryan’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “You mean?”
“Yes.”
Josh leaned back, set his hands behind his knees and spread his legs, offering everything to Ryan.
“Get the lube.”
Ryan couldn’t seem to take his eyes off Josh’s ass.
“Ryan, if you don’t get the lube, I’m going to take a shower because we do have to get ready at some point today for the ceremonies.”
Yanking his gaze back to meet Josh’s, Ryan shook his head. “No, I’m not missing this for the world.”
His lover launched himself across the bed to the night stand and jerked open the drawer, digging around for the lube they kept in there. With a crow of triumph, Ryan held the bottle aloft, grinning ear-to-ear.
“Slick up and get rid of this plug. You don’t have to worry about stretching me. I want to come on your cock, and feel you fill me with your come.”
Ryan whimp
ered, his hands trembling so badly, he struggled with the top of the slick. Josh took pity on the man and grabbed the lube, popping the top and squirting some out into Ryan’s palm.
While Ryan slicked his shaft up, Josh removed the plug with a hiss. He’d put it in earlier in the day because he didn’t want to waste time having Ryan stretch him. His ass ached from the unfamiliar object.
“Are you all right?” Ryan rubbed one slick finger over Josh’s hole, pressing in a little with each pass.
“I’m fine, just been a very long time.”
He took Ryan’s cock in his hand and positioned the head at his opening. They both watched as Ryan pushed in, breaching Josh’s virgin opening slowly, but without hesitation.
Josh dropped his head back, biting his lip and breathing through the burn. Having the plug in had helped but Ryan’s cock was slightly bigger than the plug. Ryan circled his hand over Josh’s stomach, trying to soothe him.
“Breathe, Bear, and relax. Push out and it’ll get better.”
He closed his eyes and listened to his lover. Soon, he relaxed enough for Ryan to bury his shaft all the way in Josh’s ass. Josh wrapped his legs around Ryan’s waist, locking his ankles together. Ryan bent over him and rested his head on Josh’s shoulder. Their chests heaved and their sweat mingled.
Josh tried to think of the things Ryan did to drive him crazy. Clenching his muscles tight, he rocked up and brought his hips to a different angle, hitting his gland with Ryan’s cock.
“Fuck me,” he cried.
“All right,” Ryan said and started to move, his thrusts slow and gentle like he didn’t want to break Josh.
“No, honey.” Josh clasped Ryan’s ass with his hands and showed him how he wanted to be fucked.
“Are you sure,” Ryan gasped, his body shaking with the need to ream Josh’s ass.
“Yes, I want to feel you every time I move.”
Ryan’s next stroke slammed into Josh, forcing shouts from both of them. Grunts and moans filled the room along with the smell of sex and sweat. This wasn’t love making, it was sex, pure and simple, and Josh loved it.
Tingling started at the small of his back and he knew his climax was about to explode through him. Clamping down hard around Ryan’s prick, he came, shooting his come all over his stomach and chest.
Two more strokes and Ryan froze, flooding Josh’s inner channel with hot liquid. Ryan collapsed on top of him and he ran his hands over Ryan’s back as tremors shook his lover.
“Fucking amazing,” he murmured, letting his legs fall to each side of Ryan’s hips.
Ryan mumbled something and Josh got the feeling the other man was about to fall asleep. He pushed at his shoulder.
“Move to the side and I’ll get us cleaned up.”
They groaned as Ryan’s limp cock slid from Josh’s ass and Josh stood, secretly enjoying the feeling of Ryan’s come trickling down his thighs. After washing up, he brought a damp cloth back to the bedroom and cleaned Ryan off.
He tossed the cloth toward the door and climbed back into bed, spooning with his lover and threading their fingers together to rest their hands on Ryan’s chest.
“Do we have time for a nap?”
Josh smiled into Ryan’s hazy eyes and nodded. “We have plenty of time. I set the alarm.”
“Thank you, Bear.” Ryan’s voice trailed off.
“Anytime, love. Anytime at all.” Josh kissed the back of Ryan’s neck and closed his eyes, tired and satisfied that he managed to get rid of Ryan’s nervousness.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Shit. The Golden Globes. Ryan never imagined he would be there among Hollywood’s best and brightest. Not only sitting among them, but nominated as well. A firm squeeze on his hand had him glancing at Josh, who sat next to him at the table.
He stared at his lover. With his shaved head and rough good looks, Josh shouldn’t fit in with the polished crowd surrounding them, but wearing a tuxedo like he’d been born to it, Josh was the best-looking guy in the room.
Ryan had seen how all the people’s gazes had followed them as they made their way up the red carpet into the Beverly Hilton Hotel and he wasn’t positive it was him they were all staring at. By bringing Josh with him, he made a silent declaration of his orientation. Hopefully, the reporters wouldn’t be compelled to search him and ask him about it.
“I had a feeling I’d be running into you again.”
Ryan looked up to see Garrett Johnson standing beside him. Garrett’s partner stood next to the actor, tugging on the cuffs of his shirt.
“CJ, stop fidgeting. You’ve done this shit before; you should be used to them.” Garrett chided the dark-haired man.
“Doesn’t mean I like them. It looks like we’re sitting with you gentlemen.” CJ grinned. “I guess this is the gay table. I’m CJ Lamont, Garrett’s partner.”
They all laughed and Ryan introduced Josh.
“Josh, this is Garrett Johnson and CJ Lamont. Mr. Johnson, Mr. Lamont, this is my boyfriend, Josh Bauer.”
It was weird saying that out loud, but he discovered it got easier every time he did.
Josh shook their hands. “It’s nice to meet you both. I’m afraid I’ve never seen any of your movies, Mr. Johnson. Working three jobs didn’t leave much time for extracurricular activities.”
“Now you’ve crushed him, Josh. He believes everyone to know who he is.” CJ winked at Ryan.
“Jackass,” Garrett said with fondness. “Please, call me Garrett, and he’s CJ. We aren’t very formal.”
Sitting, they ordered drinks and Ryan studied the two men. Even when they weren’t touching, anyone looking at them would know they were a couple. Private smiles and shared touches said more than if either man spoke of their commitment.
“I heard you fired your agent, Ryan.” Garrett met his gaze over the rim of his glass.
“Yes. I told the public it was a mutual decision, but I’ll be honest, I broke our contract because he was the one who hired the photographer and leaked those photos of Josh and me to the tabloids.” Anger still swelled in him at the mess his ex-agent created.
“Why would he do that?” CJ frowned.
“I guess Raz believed any publicity is good for a career. He figured the possibility of being truly ‘outed’ would scare me into going along with his plan.” Ryan shrugged. “He didn’t count on two things. I might not advertise my orientation, but I never lied about it and I wasn’t willing to further my career by destroying someone else’s life.”
Both Garrett and CJ nodded in approval. Josh gripped his knee for a second.
“You’re a strong man.” CJ toasted him with his whiskey.
Blushing, he laughed. “I don’t know about that. My father always told me that integrity and honesty started within. If I was honest with myself, I could be honest with others and never regret it.”
“Smart man.”
He silently agreed with Garrett’s statement, remembering his father’s reaction when he called his parents a few days ago to formally come out to them. They had been stunned at first, but after a few minutes, Ryan’s father had told him that if Ryan truly thought he was gay and was prepared for all the prejudice he would have to deal with, then his parents would support him.
After he hung up, Josh had held him while he cried. Knowing how blessed he was to have parents who accepted him no matter what had overwhelmed him.
“You know, CJ, I have seen your show on one of those learning channels. All the things you can do to cars amazes me.” Josh broke the silence.
“Thanks. It’s been fun doing the show. At least, I can keep playing with cars, even if I can’t race them anymore.”
“When have you seen the show?”
“It’s one of Pedro’s favorite shows. I watch it with him when I visit them.” Josh turned to Garrett and CJ. “My nephew’s autistic, so it’s hard to get him to interact at times. If we find things he likes, we encourage him to either do them or watch them.”
Pride welled in Ryan at Josh’s w
illingness to talk about Pedro’s autism. A lot of families acted like autism and those who suffered from it should be hidden away or acted like there was nothing wrong with the one who suffered from it. Pedro was a remarkable boy and he didn’t deserve to be shuffled aside because he didn’t fit into society’s image of what a child should be like.
“Garrett, would you be interested in donating something to a charity auction I’m arranging? All the proceeds will go to different autism foundations.”
The actor’s bright smile made Ryan’s pulse stutter for a second and he could see why Garrett had been voted one of the most beautiful people in the world.
“I’d love to. And I can get my brother to donate some stuff as well. Kasey plays pro basketball. He could probably get some of his teammates to send things too.”
“Great. Can I call you next week and talk to you a little more about it?”
“Sure.” Garrett wrote down his number. “That’s for my personal cell phone. That way you can get a hold of me no matter where I am.”
“Cool.”
He stuck the card in his pocket. After that, the ceremony started and he settled back to enjoy himself.
Halfway through the night, Garrett leaned over toward him and asked quietly, “Have you found a new agent yet?”
Ryan shook his head. “I haven’t had time. I want to do some research, make sure I find one that isn’t totally homophobic. I’m sure a majority of the agents could care less who I sleep with, but I also understand that it might not matter how talented I am, being gay will be a huge black strike against me with some studios and directors. I’d just prefer an agent who didn’t believe I was going to burn in hell for who I love.”
“Fortunately, there are more of those in Hollywood these days. Here.” Garrett handed him another card. “Sam Browning is my agent. He’s a real hard-ass, but he won’t harp on you about being gay. If he doesn’t want to take you on, he’ll be able to give you names of some agents that fit your criteria.”