Slowly pushing his finger inside Chris’ tight hole, Dante pressed his point home. He leaned in close and whispered in Chris’ ear, “We have time for one little blow job.” Dante bit his lover’s ear, latching his teeth onto the lobe. “I’ll swallow. No muss, no fuss.”
Chris moaned and Dante knew the fight was almost over. Reclaiming those plush lips, it was Dante who crushed Chris to him, demanding more this time. All the while, his finger stabbed at Chris’ prostate, stimulating the gland. The night they’d discovered Chris liked a good finger fucking had been moved into his Top Five Spank Bank Moments, which came in right behind the evening Dante had fucked Chris doggy-style on his living room floor. Ever since, Chris had turned into a bottom-boy slut, eager for Dante’s cock twenty-four/seven. Begging was such a good look on the man, so Dante didn’t mind topping.
Speaking of that cock, he wanted it in his mouth right now. Regretfully, Dante removed his finger from Chris’ ass. One Moretti special coming up!
Breaking away from Chris’ tempting mouth, Dante insides jangled with excitement. He set about to seduce him with slow, burning kisses down the other man’s throat, lightly biting the skin he’d uncovered. Dante tugged Chris’ old Henley out of his pants -- they’d discuss that hideous piece of clothing later!
Slowly Dante worked his fingertips under the hem, stroking the sculpted muscles of Chris’ abdomen. He mouthed his way down Chris’ torso, his tongue caressing his lover’s sensitive nipples through his shirt and tweaking them into hardening nubs.
“Fuck, Dante. So good.” Chris shivered and small goose bumps rose along his exposed skin.
Dante slid down the length of Chris’ body. When Dante finally knelt in front of him, eye level with his crotch, he leaned forward and gently licked the outline of his lover’s straining erection through his jeans. That action earned him a low and throaty moan from Chris, so he repeated the maneuver.
Then, Dante unbuckled his boyfriend’s belt and unzipped his jeans. Pausing briefly to stare up at Chris, Dante could see the love and desire on that beautiful face, and it filled him with joy.
Drawing in a slow, steady smile of happiness, Dante said, “You know I love you, right?”
There were a few moments when it looked like Chris was going to tear up, but that moment passed, and a great silence filled the air. Then, Dante could feel Chris’ hands move into his hair, caressing his scalp.
“I know.” He paused. “But I believe you said something about a blow job?” Chris’ infectious grin set the tone, but Dante could see the real emotion behind the playful words.
“Prepared to be amazed, Parker.”
Predictably, Chris rolled his eyes, but Dante stopped that by thrusting his hand inside Chris’ underwear and pulling his cock out to feed it into his mouth.
Chris shouted and bucked, which only served to push his cock deeper into Dante’s mouth, of which Dante took full advantage. He pushed Chris back onto the bed, pinning his hips and sucked hard. Chris struggled to thrust, but Dante kept him immobile from the waist down.
He made a full out assault on Chris’ dick, pausing in his sucking to lick up and down it as if it were an all-day sucker. Then he popped it back in his mouth and hummed Lady Gaga. He’d barely made it through the first verse of “Poker Face,” before Chris came with a shout.
A short time later, Chris was a fucked out and sated mess and Dante felt like a sexual superhero that could make his boyfriend come in under three minutes. He could hear Chris panting heavily next to him, trying to get his breath back, and the sound made him ridiculously happy.
As he turned to look at Chris, their eyes met and held. Dante reached out and took Chris’ hand and squeezed it. He glanced at the watch on his wrist. “We’ve still got forty-five minutes left before our grand appearance. Want a rim job?”
When Chris tackled him to the bed, muttering, “You’re such a Goddamn bastard, Dante.”
They were five minutes late to their ComicCon panel, but Dante had never been happier in his life.
Epilogue
As Dante looked out into the sea of screaming faces in Hall C at ComicCon, he was once again grateful for their fans. He smiled at Chris, sitting to his right, and leered at Katie, on his left. She flipped him the bird and the crowd went wild. They’d finally made up after his and Chris’ six-month anniversary. She said, ‘he’d finally grown up and crawled out of his own ass.’ Always a poet, their Katie.
With the sea of flashes from camera phones, and the lights on the stage, Dante was nearly blind, but he in his element. These were their fans.
Their little television show, which had been called “sci-fi trash” by The Hollywood Reporter, now had the makings of a hit movie. The day pre-sale tickets had gone on Fandango, they’d crashed the site. From all indications, including Rotten Tomatoes reviews, critics and fans alike were loving Space Pirates: Beyond the Rim. One reviewer had called it a mix between ‘campy nostalgia and a commentary on modern politics through a science fiction lens.’ Chris had laughed his ass off over that one and printed up the review to hang on their refrigerator.
Thirty minutes into their panel, after watching a teaser clip from the beginning of the movie, Dante saw their moderator open up the floor to questions. The cast braced themselves. Fans never held back with their questions. Dante’s all-time favorite was: “Briefs or boxers?” To which he’d replied: “Neither. I like freeballing.” Chris had kicked him under the table for that one.
They got the usual inquiries about how it felt to work together again. “Great!” To: “In episode three of season two, why did the Captain sleep with that alien chick if he had unresolved homosexual feeling for T’ger?”
Dante totally let Chris answer that minefield.
Without battling a beautiful eyelash, Chris replied, “There is such a thing as bisexuality. Sexuality can be fluid. Maybe the Captain was figuring that out. It happens.” He stared at the woman. “I know it did for me.”
Once Chris stopped talking, the crowd went wild and Dante had never been so proud of his boyfriend. Chris had come into his own about his sexuality, and he no longer took shit from anyone who tried to erase the B in LGBTQ+.
He leaned over and gave Chris a quick kiss and to no one’s surprise more catcalls and cheers erupted from the five thousand or so people jammed into the hall.
Finally, the moderator, a guy named Mark from the SyFy channel, said they had to wrap things up and had time for one more question.
To his utter surprise, Chris stood up and walked over to the podium and took the microphone. Next, he saw Katie push her chair back, pull out her phone and start recording. Patty, their director and their newest co-star, Thomas Bainbridge, who played the villain and the ex-lover of T’ger, also stood up.
Dante nearly had to be given CPR when he’d read that casting news in Variety. He’d asked Chris if he had permission to “make out with Tom onscreen, of course” and Chris, bless him, had said, “Go for it.” Then handed him the dog leash and ordered him, “Go walk the dog.”
God, he loved that man.
Chris tapped the microphone and asked, “If everyone could be quiet for a minute?” It took three, but no one could ever resist Chris Parker when he made his pleading face.
“So, one day I went in for an audition for this little show called Space Pirates.” The cheers started up again. Chris smiled, but held his hand up and everyone got quiet again. “I’d been studying how to be an ac-tor at Julliard but no one from casting agents to directors would take me seriously because they all saw this kid who’d been on their TV screens for years.”
Dante watched as Chris started pacing around, a sure sign he was nervous, but he continued. “But then I read for Space Pirates and to my surprise I got a call back. This time they wanted me to do a screen test…with that guy over there.”
After the laughter and jeers died down, he continued. “I had no idea what to expect since I’d never heard of Dante Moretti, but I went with it. And boom, the scene just worked. I’
d say a line of dialogue and Dante would lob it back. It was effortless and we just clicked immediately.”
Chris paused. “This doesn’t mean you’re getting out of taking the trash out, mister.” The crowd roared.
He had them eating out of his hand and Dante fell in love all over again.
“But Hollywood is fickle, and I didn’t know if the producers would hire me, ex-child star, let alone a new guy whose biggest part to date had been on an episode of CSI: Miami.”
Dante groaned and put his face in his hands. Chris would never let him forget that hideous role.
“So, imagine my surprise when the network took a chance on us. In all my years in Hollywood, I’ve never worked with a more dedicated cast and crew than my Space Pirates family. And the best part? I became friends with this idiot!”
More cheers and some ladies in the front waved rainbow banners they’d brought to the panel.
“Nearly two years ago, my manager ran off with all my money, which left me broke and nearly destitute, but Dante was there for me. He let me move into his house, sleep on his couch while I tried to find work.”
Dante sat up straighter, Chris hated talking about his personal life and finances, while he’d gotten better in the last few months after doing press junket after press junket to promote their movie, he still didn’t like revealing his private life to strangers. What was going on?
“One thing led to another and I fell in love with my best friend.”
The collective “Ahhh!” resonated through the room.
Chris moved closer, coming back to the table ComicCon had set up for the Q&A. He reached out; his bright blue eyes filled with love.
“Dante Moretti, you have so much heart and compassion. You’d do anything for your friends. You do things that amaze and astound me on a daily basis.” Chris stopped and turned to the audience, “Now before you start thinking he’s a saint, he’s not.”
“I never would have guessed!” Some heckler yelled out.
Chris grinned. “Sometimes you make me so mad, I’d like to chuck you off the Hollywood sign. But then, you take me in your arms, tell me you love me, and the whole world goes away.”
Dante held back his tears.
“Anyway, nearly two years ago, you announced our engagement.”
Oh shit, this can’t be good, Dante thought. Chris had been pissed for months about that impromptu revelation, even after they’d kissed and made up.
“Since we have to wrap this up, as the Star Trek people have the room next, I wanted to be the one to ask the last question.”
Chris’ smile blazed as bright as the sun. “Turn around.”
Dante turned and there stood the Space Pirates cast, who each held a small sign. First Tom’s: Will
Then, Patty: You
Mark: Marry
Finally. Katie: Me?
Will you marry me?
Chris just squeezed his hand tighter and mouthed the words: I love you. He whistled and Pirate came running onto the stage, dressed in a bow tie and a little doggie tuxedo.
Dante’s heart exploded into sheer joy and he burst into tears. He didn’t even care he would have a red and blotchy face all over Twitter from the videos fans would post.
Normally, he’d have a quick retort, but this time he was speechless. He’d never thought he’d ever had this: love, happiness and a career he’d always dreamed about.
All this because of Chris.
Chris, who loved him when he was a grumpy asshole. Chris who loved him when he got so wrapped up in a role, he forgot their anniversary. Dante now had that set as a reminder for the next ten years in his phone. He disliked sleeping on the couch.
Their relationship might have started out as a scam, but in the end, Dante had landed himself a real boyfriend and soon-to-be husband.
He was the luckiest son of a bitch alive, and there was only one answer.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
They kissed and the crowd went wild.
About the Authors
USA Today bestselling author Holly (H.L.) Holston has been reading romance novels since sixth grade. She always wanted to write one and now after finishing her graduate degree, she’s finally gotten the chance.
You can find her at: http://hlholston.net or http://authorhollyholston.com
Eleanor Bruce has been a professional business writer since 1989 and an amateur fiction writer for over twenty years. She’s semi-retired and currently relaxing in Florida. However, one day H.L. hopes to tempt her back into the writing game.
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