Chapter 19
Dídac lay on the bed, looking up at Kim above him, straddling his thighs.
Kim was holding his wrists, using his weight to keep Dídac’s arms clamped by his sides.
Maybe Dídac could have twisted free, but he had no desire to do that.
It was so hot to be held down like this by the great theater director, Kim Delatour.
And then Kim went down on him—not what he had expected.
Up until then, Kim had been dominant, stern and, commanding—all qualities Dídac found unbelievably hot and erotic.
But Kim’s lips around him was something else.
Kim took him slowly deeper into the hot cave of his mouth.
Dídac sighed, mentally trying to control himself—the last thing he needed now was to cum too early.
He wanted this scene to last forever. He had no idea how what they were doing tonight would affect their relationship in the rehearsal room.
Would they be able to work together? Again he pushed the play from his mind, focusing again on the hot, moist beauty of Kim’s mouth and lips working up and down his cock.
Kim took his mouth off Dídac and raised himself up on his arms, staring down at the young actor. His piercing blue eyes were like two laser beams cutting into Dídac’s mind with a painful directness.
“I want to fuck you.”
Dídac didn’t trust his voice to reply, but he gazed up at Kim, nodding dumbly.
Kim released his wrists and stood up. He turned and left for a moment, disappearing into his bathroom, returning a few moments later with a small black toiletry pouch, He threw it on the bed beside Dídac and stood for a moment, looking down.
“You are beautiful.”
Dídac’s cock jerked in response. No one had ever spoken to him in that tone, with so much frankness. Even though he was lying on this bed nude before Kim, the director’s gaze and that bursting emotion in his voice made Dídac feel doubly naked beneath his intense regard.
“Lift up your legs,” Kim commanded, holding his firm gaze.
To obey such an order should have made Dídac feel cheap and humiliated.
Nobody had ever given him such an instruction in that tone of voice.
To expose his ass just like that to Kim would normally have made Dídac feel like a tawdry whore.
Perhaps he was, but this was Kim, whom he trusted, who had held authority over him since he had first seen that commanding presence up on stage back when he was fifteen.
Silently, Dídac complied, raising his legs into the air, while never breaking eye contact.
They seemed to be linked by a psychic cord connecting them to each other through that intense mutual gaze.
He grasped his own thighs for support, and for a few seconds, they remained like that, Kim staring down at Dídac on the bed, and Dídac looking up, holding his thighs and offering his asshole to the other man.
Finally Kim broke their gaze, looking down between Dídac’s legs.
For another few long moments, he studied the sight before him, breathing almost audibly through his mouth.
Dídac held his position as if obeying some military diktat.
Finally Kim moved. Kneeling on the floor beside the bed, he placed his hands on Dídac’s thighs, keeping them in position.
Working up saliva in his mouth, he parted his lips and let it dribble from his mouth, down onto Dídac’s hole.
Dídac whimpered at the unexpected contact.
Kim followed the natural lubricant with his tongue, lowering his head to Dídac’s ass as the other man lay back and stared at the ceiling.
But he soon began to groan in ecstasy as the tip of Kim’s tongue played with his rosebud.
Dídac was glad he had showered before leaving the house, so that things wouldn’t be too musky down there.
However, Kim showed no sign of minding. His tongue began to work deeper and more forcefully into Dídac’s hole, while now applying his whole mouth and lips to the task, eating Dídac’s ass hungrily.
Dídac was moaning uncontrollably, feeling Kim’s hot tongue ravishing this most tender spot.
He felt himself relaxing and opening as Kim’s dexterous tongue pushed and massaged deeper and deeper into his hole, spitting and applying more and more saliva until the whole area was slippery and wet.
The night air felt cool and fresh on his damp skin, everywhere Kim’s tongue had explored.
Then Kim stood up. The sudden break in contact of that ravishing activity felt like a physical shock.
But Dídac had no time to respond. He stared up at Kim standing between his legs.
The man’s phallus was hard and standing up vertically from his torso.
Grabbing the pouch from the bed, Kim unzipped it and pulled out a condom.
Ripping the packet open with his teeth, he unrolled the rubber down his hard length.
From the pouch, he took a small tube of lubricant, and squeezed some onto his palm before lubricating his sheathed cock.
Then, taking hold of Dídac’s ankles, he knelt on the bed and maneuvered until the tip of his dick was resting against Dídac’s hole, pushing in.
Again, Kim sought Dídac with his eyes, and held that gaze.
His stare was intense, like some blue-eyed raptor with its concentration locked on its victim.
Dídac stared up, feeling not just like prey but also at the same time lovingly protected in Kim’s aura.
As Kim pushed in, Dídac tried to breathe and relax.
He felt he was drowning in those huge pools of blue looking down upon him.
Kim leaned down and kissed Dídac on the lips.
At the same time, using just the momentum of his weight, he pushed smoothly inside Dídac.
Whatever sound or cry Dídac might have made was caught and trapped by Kim’s avid mouth.
Even as his cock pushed inside him, so too his tongue returned to its conquest of Dídac’s mouth.
Their tongues entwined once more in a passionate dance.
His hands now free, Dídac grabbed for Kim’s mane of blond hair, losing his fingers in his thick locks.
Kim’s presence inside him hurt, but the man remained still for long moments, kissing him and waiting for him to relax and adjust to this intrusion.
Then he flexed once, making Dídac wince and whimper slightly, which Kim covered again with his mouth.
He kept his mouth locked on Dídac’s while he slowly pulled back, withdrawing until just the tip hovered inside Dídac’s sphincter.
Dídac felt the loss of his lover inside him.
His right hand slid down onto Kim’s strong back, caressing the firm musculature, but also unconsciously urging Kim to do what he did next, and ease his full length back inside Dídac, who this time sighed.
The pain had lessened. What he wanted now was to feel filled up by Kim, and his lover obliged, pushing in as deep as he could and flexing so that Dídac felt a surge of heat against his prostrate.
Kim established a gentle regular rhythm, pulling out to where his cock head was stretching and expanding Dídac’s sphincter, before sliding slowly, inexorably deep into Dídac’s ass once again, plunging as deep as he was able and flexing at his utmost reach.
When Kim lifted his mouth off Dídac’s momentarily, the younger actor moaned loudly in ecstasy.
Kim was now panting, thrusting faster into Dídac, who took hold of his own cock and began to pull himself, stretching his foreskin up around the head and back down again to masturbate his shaft.
With his other hand, he caressed Kim’s back and buttocks, pulling him into him with each fresh thrust. Their pelvises ground together as they fucked, and sweat poured off them, giving their bodies a slippery sheen.
Kim’s hair splayed around his face in dark, damp ringlets.
He pulled Dídac’s legs together, supporting them on one of his shoulders, and wrapping a strong arm around Dídac’s calves.
The position meant Dídac could use the force of his inner anal muscles, and he squeezed them around Kim’s cock every time he drew back.
“Uh!” Kim sighed, as the pressure on his dick intensified. He accelerated his strokes, plunging deep and fast into Dídac’s ass. “I’m getting close.”
“I want to feel your cum inside me… or over me!”
“Not inside you. We should—”
“It’s OK, I’m on Prep.”
“Even so, we shouldn’t…” He trailed off as his concentration went back to his dick. “I’m nearly…”
“Come on my body, Kim, please!”
Kim pulled out and stripped off the condom, throwing it to the floor.
Dídac opened his legs, so that Kim was kneeling between them once more.
Dídac’s hand was now working hard on his dick, and he looked up at Kim towering over him, as at his god.
He raised his feet and linked them behind Kim’s hips as the director leaned forward, supporting himself on one arm while he worked his cock with the other hand.
Dídac gazed up into those clear, ice-blue eyes, which were drilling him with their usual intensity.
Kim was panting, then his body jerked… once, twice…
“Here I…”
“Give it to me, Kim! I want your cum!”
Kim arched his back as his whole body was wracked by one violent spasm, all the while his hand working up and down his dick.
Then one huge drop shot out to land right in the center of Dídac’s chest, among the dense mat of curls just below Dídac’s pecs.
Then a second spasm, and another glob hit Dídac’s cheek, just where his beard began, and more droplets showered Dídac’s rapidly pumping arm and belly.
“Uh, thank you, Kim, that’s so…”
But Dídac’s words were lost as his body arched as well.
His dick pointing straight up, the first droplet hit Kim’s panting belly, before running down into his pubic hair.
Then came the main force of his ejaculation and a sprinkle of semen splattered his own belly and chest. Kim dropped onto Dídac, pinning him with his weight, as their lips locked again in a fierce kiss.
Kim’s fingers were in Dídac’s hair, caressing his scalp through the tight curls.
Dídac’s hands ran up and down Kim’s back, from his buttocks to the nape of his neck.
Their semen mixed together, mashed between their sweaty bodies, while their tongues licked the sweat from each other’s faces and necks.
Kim licked up the drop of semen that had landed on Dídac’s cheek and kissed him, their tongues sharing the sweet and salty taste between them.
“Yours or mine?” Kim chuckled.
“Yours, I think,” Dídac laughed. “Mine perhaps has a hint more garlic?”
“Garlic? Garlic-tasting cum? Never heard of that before.”
“Well, stay longer in Catalonia. There’s plenty more stuff to discover.”
For a moment Kim’s face clouded, as he was brought back to his obligations.
“I wish.” He paused. “Let’s just focus on tonight for now.”
“Yeah, of course.” Dídac felt flustered. “I didn’t mean…”
“I know you didn’t. Shush. Let’s just be here, now.”
He dropped his head onto Dídac’s shoulder.
But something had changed—the mood had altered.
He rolled onto his side and swept Dídac into his arms in a tight hug.
Again they kissed, trying to silence unwelcome thoughts with passionate activity.
For a long time they kissed, gradually becoming softer and gentler with each other, exploring the contours of each other’s faces with light kisses on brow, cheekbone, jawline, nose, corner of the mouth, upper lip, throat, chin, earlobe…
anywhere their lips had not yet touched.
But finally reality forced its gentle yet insistent way into their thoughts. After Kim had been silent and still for a few minutes, Dídac asked:
“What are you thinking about?”
“Rehearsal, tomorrow morning.”
“I was afraid of that.”
“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t want to break this moment.”
“No, I get you. I’ll go.”
“No, stay. I want to sleep with you.”
“No, another night. I need to feed Dragon… my cat. And I need to prepare for rehearsal.”
“Yes, me too. But I wish we could—”
“No.” Dídac sat up. “We’re professionals. We have a job to do. Let’s do it. We’ll have other moments… I mean… if you want to?”
“Want to?” Kim sat up and took Dídac’s face between his hands. “You bet I want to. I haven’t wanted to do anything else but what we’ve just done ever since I saw you…”
“What, the night we met? You were furious…”
“Yeah, but… I still saw you, how gorgeous you are. And I was like… I still wanted you,” Kim smiled, “even though I knew… thought you were bad news. I still wanted you. I want you even more now.”
“That’s brilliant,” Dídac smiled, looking suddenly like a little boy, unsure of himself, but at the same time managing to look like the cat that got the cream. “Because I really want you too.”