23. Hayworth
TWENTY-THREE
HAYWORTH
How do I know Valentine’s Day is coming up? When my mailbox is bursting at the seams with unread job requests.
Everyone seemingly remembers their partner exists on this one day of the year and wants to do something extra special for them. It usually involves a candlelit dinner, flowers, and chocolates, but not in my world. In my world people either want to honeytrap their honey, or seduce their one and true love…by making them insanely jealous.
People are so predictable. So horrible and yet predictable.
Not Felix though.
Anytime I feel like I know him, that I can tell what he’s thinking, what he’s planning, what he’s after, he does something to surprise me. It’s exhilarating if not a little frustrating.
All these years I’ve relied on my skills and knowledge of people to get what I want. To do my job, but with him? I still don’t know what the end goal is.
Every time I think the whole purpose is making the girls believe there’s something between us, he surprises me with a sext. Every time I think he can be a friend with benefits, he brings up the town and the blog and how we can “rehabilitate” my image. And every time we talk about becoming Maplewood’s golden boys, it’s back to the girls and the facade of our fake relationship.
No wonder I can’t stop thinking about him with all the mixed signals he’s sending.
My phone beeps and I take a break from answering—and rejecting—emails to check my messages.
Message from Felix , reads the notification.
I tap on it and almost fall backwards on my chair. It’s not a text message. It’s not even a sext. It’s a full-blown image of his throbbing cock—and holes—for my enjoyment only.
My own cock stirs in my pants and I try to steady myself on the chair and control my breathing.
There we go. Felix being a wild card once again. Not that his dick-pic is unsolicited. We’ve had way more conversations about our genitals than I care to admit and we’ve even talked about exchanging pictures for the lonely jerk-off nights, but he’s always dismissed my requests as a joke.
Hayworth:
Wow, to what do I owe the pleasure?
I put my phone down. I try to ignore the mouthwatering hairy groin I’ve fantasized about way more than any other in my life and try to focus on answering emails.
So many people. Even if I want to take the jobs, there are far too many for one person to manage and I like to vet my clients and their lives so I can ensure good results. Taking on more people all in the same location could result in unknown variables, like people knowing me and what I do.
My phone bloops again and the way I turn to grab it as if my life depends on it makes me half-ashamed for being so…weak.
Felix:
Just cause. Yesterday was fun so you get a little reward.
His message is followed by another picture. It’s a nude taken from between his legs so his cock is still in focus but I can also see the rest of his body and face.
Felix:
See you soon.
I take a deep breath and look down at my crotch where my cock is pulsing, begging to be touched.
“Patience, my little friend. Patience,” I say and give myself twenty minutes to tackle my emails before I have to get ready.
I have a date with the hottest man in town and my entire body heats up at the mere promise of it.
Fake date.
A fake date that will hopefully lead to a hookup.
“God!” I groan and look up at the ceiling as if it has any ability to ease the ache in my pants I’m trying hard to ignore.
It’s only been a day and some change since I’ve been inside him and yet that’s all I’m craving and his nudes aren’t helping.
So of course I manage to get no work done in those twenty minutes. I go through the motions and when my timer goes off I jump into the shower, ignore my raging boner and get dressed.
Fifteen minutes later I arrive at the town square and park up next to Felix’s car. I can feel his gaze on me before I even get out of the car. He’s an absolute snack from the way he leans against his vehicle with both hands by his sides, to the smirk on his face as if he knows what he’s put me through this morning. All I want to do when I go up to him is pin him against the car and take him right there and then.
But since I’m not in the habit of getting arrested for public indecency, I make do with kissing him on the lips.
“Good morning to you too,” he answers when I pull back and there’s a very distinct red tint to his cheeks that gets me excited all over.
“You’re such a tease,” I tell him and glance around to make sure there are no prying ears.
Felix raises both eyebrows, drops his mouth and acts all innocent when he says: “I have no idea what you mean.”
“Come on. Let’s go or we’re going to be late.” I start walking away only so I can give my body some breathing room from him and the effect he has on me.
Of course, retreating into a dark room and sitting right next to each other for hours on end is probably not going to help with my not-so-little, hard problem but as the club leader I need to be there to welcome fellow club members and newcomers.
“Why is the concession stand closed?” Felix asks as soon as we enter the deserted Playhouse.
I shrug and lead him toward the auditorium and point at my bag. “Grace and Elena, the owners, allow me to do the marathon but they won’t staff the theater because they think it’s a waste of money. And that’s why attendees are encouraged to bring snacks.”
Felix pauses and stares at me. “Wow, everyone truly loves you in this town,” he says.
“I know. I’m such a lucky bastard.” I laugh. Because you know what they say. If you can’t beat them, join them.
The auditorium is empty, but it’s still early and the lights aren’t even out yet so we’ve still got time.
We take a seat smack-dab in the middle of the theater and I open my bag full of goodies to show Felix.
“We’ve got popcorn, of course, both salted and sweet, I’ve got M&Ms, candy and water. I can run across the street if you want any soda, or milkshake.”
Felix looks at me barely able to contain his laugh.
I huff. “What?”
“Nothing.” He smiles.
“What?” I insist.
“Nothing,” he repeats and snatches the bag of candy out of the bag and a bottle of water and leans back in the chair.
I wonder what that’s about. Does he think I’m immature, or something? Or does he think it’s ridiculous that a grown man is indulging in so much junk food?
No matter what it is it doesn’t look like he's in a very sharing mood so instead of brooding over it, I grab the M&Ms and sit back too, which turns out to be perfect timing as the lights go down and the screen lights up.
“Strange. No one’s here yet.” I look around to see if I’ve missed anyone, but nothing. The theater is as empty as anything.
“Your marathon is very popular,” Felix chuckles.
I roll my eyes at him. “I’m sure they’re running late.”
“Sure.” He smirks and I want to smudge that sarcasm off his face with my lips and perhaps a little hair-pulling domination but When Harry Met Sally comes on so I abandon my errant thoughts and turn my attention to the romcom that’s captivated an entire generation.
“I have to admit,” he says. “It’s funny with the horror music. Definitely changes the mood.”
Harry and Sally share a ride and the longer the scene goes on, the more the camera focuses on Billy Crystal’s serial killer eyes and the more the horror music intensifies until it drowns out their conversation.
“Damn right. It sets the right mood. It was a labor of love making these edits and I’m damn proud of them,” I say. “You see, everyone from the writer to the director to the actors try to convince us this movie is a romance for the ages, like most romcom producers, but it’s just a relationship doomed to fail like all relationships. Did you know the screenwriter initially wasn’t going to get them together in the end but changed it because she wanted to give people hope? I think that says it all, don’t you think?”
“Oh really?” he asks and shifts in his seat, getting more comfortable, and pops a fizzy cherry candy in his mouth. “What does it say?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I huff. “It says love isn’t real but you’ve got to feed the hope of love to people or else they’ll realize they’re wasting their time and do something more productive with their time.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
He crosses his legs and rubs his foot up and down my calf and I turn to face him, giving him more access to my leg. He takes his shoe off and pushes his foot up to my thigh, making a frog form in my throat.
“I…I don’t…like…more productive things like sex,” I tell him.
He raises his eyebrows and smiles, dropping the candy to the seat on the other side of him and plants both feet on the floor as he buries his hand between my legs. He focuses on massaging my thighs but the back of his palm rubs my balls, though even if it didn’t, I’d still go rock-hard in an instant.
One would think I’m sex-starved the way my body reacts to his touch but I can’t help it. Every time I’m around him I crave his attention.
“Hmm…” he says. “Yeah, I can see how this is more… productive ,” he all but moans.
It rushes through me making me throb and alert at the same time and I snap my head around to check the theater is still empty and Felix chuckles, pulling his hand back.
“Don’t worry. It’s still dead in here,” he says.
I turn to him, unable to control the fire raging inside me. A fire he’s started. “I guess there are benefits to no one being here,” I tell him. “It means I can do this…” I get down on my knees, crawl between his legs and grab the waistband of his jeans.
“Oh, you most certainly can,” he purrs and lifts his butt off the seat so I can pull his pants off enough to give me access to the most decadent and sweet delight there ever was.
“I was going to get ice cream,” I tell him. I flick my tongue over his cock then once more over to lick his hole and the hum of pleasure I let out travels across my body and puts me right back on the edge like I was this morning before I met him. “But this is so much tastier.”
“Really?” he croaks. “Then maybe I should package it up and start selling it.”
A rumble, both loud and possessive bursts out of me and Felix moans, pushing his head back, and rolls his eyes.
“I quite like it just for me,” I tell him and get back to business.
Where did that come from? What the hell was that about? Since when do I claim sole rights to anyone’s body? And why does the thought of sharing him make my chest ache?