Chapter 25
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
CONNOR
I race up the subway stairs two at a time and almost trip over some dude’s dog.
“Sorry!” I call out as I skirt around them.
Filming at the hotel in Midtown ran long. When I texted Donnie, he said he was saving me a bike, so I’d better be there. If I’m lucky, I’ll make it just before the first song starts.
“Hey, Connor!” Sawyer nods to me as I rush into Mars.
I’ve already got my bag open and I’m digging through it, trying to find my gym pass.
“Don’t worry about it.” He waves me through. “You can scan it later.”
“Thanks so much!” In the locker room, I change faster than Superman and I’m about to burst into the spin room when I skid to a stop at the door.
The class hasn’t started yet. People aren’t even on their bikes. More than a handful of guys are crowded around the sound system and even though I can’t see past them, it’s obvious that Donnie’s the center of everyone’s attention.
A tinge of jealousy runs up my spine and a sudden flash of insecurity has me rooted to the spot. He hasn’t stopped being Donnie, The Spin Instructor, just because we’re dating now. All these guys are still infatuated with him, hungry for his attention, willing to throw themselves at him.
“You should’ve called me! I would’ve nursed you back to health!”
Donnie’s laughter rings out over their heads. “I already have my own personal nursemaid but thank you.”
That eases some of my hesitancy and I inch forward.
“We’re so happy you’re back, Donnie.” Whoever that is, he’s laying it on so thick, it’s almost lecherous.
“Seriously, Donnie. That sub was awful.”
“He didn’t push us hard enough.”
“I didn’t like the songs he used.”
“I thought he pushed too hard.”
Everyone’s a freaking critic.
“Okay, all right.” Two loud claps have the crowd scattering to their bikes. “Thanks, everyone. I’m glad to be back too, but we need to get the class started.”
As the group thins, I finally catch sight of Donnie in his skin-tight cycling gear.
The quick-dry material stretches across his muscular thighs and cups his dick in a mouthwatering bulge.
The jersey molds to his flat stomach and the zip at the collar is open enough for me to catch a glimpse of his perma-hickey.
The sight of it makes me stand a little taller, makes my chest puff up.
Donnie’s eyes light up when they land on me and the smile he flashes is so intimate and familiar. It’s something he saves just for me and I feel like the only person in the room. “Hey, you made it.”
The room’s silent now and I can feel the weight of a dozen stares on me.
I don’t care. I march up to him, take his hip in one hand and his cheek in the other, and kiss him.
Hard, heavy, with enough tongue that there’s no doubt about what’s going on.
Donnie’s mine. He can have any of the gym bros at Mars but he chooses me.
Donnie makes a small sound when I pull away. His lips are rosy and his eyes are a little unfocused. The bulge in his bike shorts is noticeably bigger.
“Girl, that bitch? Are you kidding me?”
“Oh, Donnie. You can do so much better, honey.”
“Damn, that’s hot. Do it again!”
Heat shoots up the back of my neck and flashes across my cheeks. Christ, did I really kiss Donnie in front of his entire spin class? Yeah, apparently, I did.
Donnie smirks and nudges me toward a bike in the first row. “That one’s yours.”
It is? He usually saves me one in the back corner, where I like to hide. But there’s something in the way he’s looking at me now that makes me realize… we’re not hiding anymore. His confidence seeps into me and I grab it with both hands.
“Let’s get this party started!”
I hurry to the bike and climb on as the bass drops. Donnie’s hunched over his bike handles and when I match his position, we can stare right into each other’s eyes. I love this—the two of us focused on each other, riding together toward whatever future we want to make for ourselves.
“All right, everyone, let’s find a nice and comfortable pace. Not too hard, not too easy. This will be your baseline.”
I fall into the rhythm of the class, pedaling in time to Donnie’s legs, feeling the beat of the music booming through me. Donnie does that thing where he makes eye contact with everyone in the room, but his gaze always comes back to me. He always lingers for a few extra seconds.
It’s the best class I’ve ever been to.
Fifty minutes later, I feel like I’m on top of the world. And sore enough that I’m about to fall right off of it.
“Great job, everyone!” Donnie shouts as he leads us racing past the finish line. He puts us through a cool-down routine, reminds us to hydrate, then dismisses the class.
I take my time wiping down my bike, keeping an eye on the sharks circling my guy. Donnie fends them off with practiced laughs. When the room is finally clear, he pulls me flush against his chest.
“Staking your claim?” His voice is a little husky and the sound reverberates straight to my balls.
“Maybe. A little.”
“Hmm.” He catches my lips in a sweaty, salty kiss that has me licking at him for more. He runs his hands down my back and gives me a hard slap on the ass. “Come on, let’s go shower.”
From the way he leers at me, I have a distinct feeling that we’re going to get dirtier before we get cleaner.
Donnie waits for me to grab my things from the members’ locker room and then takes me into the staff one.
It’s a lot smaller, with only two rows of lockers with a bench running down the middle.
He takes my bag and dumps it into his locker, then pushes me up against the metal doors and latches his mouth onto mine. “I don’t want to wait until we get home.”
My dick doesn’t want to either.
He pushes us toward the showers as we tear at each other’s clothes.
He sticks his hands into the matching fish bowls next to the sink—one for condoms, the other for lube.
We won’t need condoms for much longer. Our appointment is scheduled for tomorrow and then a few days after that…
The thought makes my dick leak in anticipation.
Donnie pulls me under the water, wrapping his hand around our dicks, squeezing them tight, and rubbing them together.
“Fuck, Donnie.” My hips jerk and I thrust into his grip, the head of my dick catching on the rim of his. I shudder at the sensation and do it again.
“Did you see the death stares people were giving us?” Donnie murmurs into my ear. “They were so jealous. Of us. Of this.”
Who can blame them? Me and Donnie? We’re freaking fantastic together. I’m one lucky bastard. I get to touch him, kiss him, taste him. I know what it feels like to have his cock in my mouth, to have my dick in his ass, to hold him close while we breathe together.
“I wanna fuck you,” I beg.
“Then fuck me.” He rips open the pack of lube and squeezes half of it onto his fingers. He turns around and with one arm braced against the wall, he reaches behind himself with slick fingers.
I drop to my knees to watch. His ass muscles flex and relax, his hole opens up, and his fingers disappear inside. My hands shake with need as I open the condom packet and roll it on.
I sink my teeth into the firm, fleshy part of his ass before standing and pulling his hand out of the way.
Donnie’s got both arms on the wall, back arched, ass stuck out for me.
Water splashes across his body and he looks over his shoulder, eyes half-lidded, voice sultry. “What are you waiting for?”
Fucking hell, it’s a miracle I don’t come on the spot. “Just committing the view to memory.”
I line myself up and we both groan as I sink into him. My body fits over his so perfectly, his back against my chest, my groin flush against his ass. I nip at his neck with my teeth and slide my hands all over his chest and stomach.
“Fuck, Connor. Give it to me, darling.”
I love it when he calls me darling. It makes me feel so special, so precious.
I pull back until only the head of my cock is inside him, then I snap my hips forward.
Donnie’s cry echoes off the tiled walls.
Anyone in the locker room can hear him. Hell, people out on the main floor can probably hear him too.
Let them hear. Let them know what we’re doing together, to each other.
I fuck him rough and dirty. We have time for slow and sweet later. His shoulders bunch and flex, his thighs shake from the force of my thrusts into his body. He takes every inch I have to offer. He sucks me in until it feels like my whole body is going to disappear inside him.
Donnie shifts his weight onto one arm and reaches down to grasp himself with the other. Then he’s coming, clamping down on me like a vise, throwing his head back and biting his lip to keep his scream inside.
I ram myself as deep into him as I can go and join him, emptying myself out in him. I’ll never get tired of this, of being inside him, getting all tangled up with him. I want to do it every day for the rest of my life.
Beau and Gavin are in the locker room when Donnie and I finally get around to cleaning ourselves up.
“Having fun?” Gavin asks, his eyes twinkling.
Donnie rolls his eyes and I try to duck behind him. “Yeah, we are,” he says.
“It’s a good thing we keep supplies handy then, isn’t it?” Beau says dryly.
Donnie throws a glare in his direction and I get a sense the comment is part of a larger conversation. “Yeah, it is.”
“Connor, Donnie tells us you’re a filmmaker?” Gavin asks, as Donnie and I get dressed.
He keeps doing that, going around calling me a filmmaker when I haven’t made any films yet. “Uh, yeah, sorta.”
“Not sorta. You are.” Donnie says it like if he’s emphatic enough, it’ll make it true.
“Have you met Sebastian?” Gavin goes on.
The name doesn’t sound familiar. “I don’t think so.”
“He’s sorta a filmmaker too.”
I don’t know Gavin well enough to know if he’s joking. “Oh yeah?”
“He makes porn,” Beau says, like it’s no big deal. Like every other person on the street makes porn.
My face goes hot. “Oh, uh, that’s not the type of films I wanna make. I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with that. Sex work is real work and all that. It’s just… not… me…”
Donnie’s smothering a laugh. Beau’s shaking his head. Gavin comes over and slings an arm around my shoulder.
“That’s cool. I just thought you two would have stuff to talk about. You know, like equipment and angles and stuff.” There’s enough innuendo in Gavin’s voice that I wonder whether he’s talking about equipment or equipment.
“Okay…”
“He’s out front. Want to meet him?”
I shoot Donnie a questioning look.
“Go ahead. I’ve got a few things I need to finish up before I can go.” He runs a towel through his damp hair one more time and then tosses it into the hamper.
“Awesome. We’ll be out front.” Gavin drags me out of the locker room and through the gym. “Sebastian’s about your age. He’s got his own production company and everything. It’s pretty cool. We’ve let him use the gym as a set a few times.”
He waves at a guy sitting at a table in front of the juice bar. “Hey, Sebastian!”
Sebastian looks up. He’s cute. Dark hair and dark eyes. Super long lashes and a smile that somehow oozes sex and innocence at the same time.
“This is Connor. He’s a filmmaker.” Gavin pushes me into the seat across from Sebastian.
Sebastian lights up. “Oh, yeah?”
“Uh, yeah, but not like, um…” How do I say porn without saying porn?
“Porn?” Sebastian says it for me.
My face is red again and Gavin bursts out laughing.
“All right, kids. I’ll leave you to it.” He spins and marches away, leaving us to stare after him.
“Is he always like that?” I ask. I kinda feel like Dorothy, sucked up by tornado Gavin and spat out in another world.
“Overbearing problem-solver?” Sebastian chuckles. “Yeah, he is.” He closes the laptop he’s working on and leans forward. “So, tell me about your filmmaking.”
He looks so earnest, so sincere, so I tell him about the screenplay I’m working on. About the gay couple inheriting this big, old haunted house. He listens carefully, almost like he’s analyzing what I’m saying.
“What are your plans for production and distribution?” he asks when I finish.
My mouth hangs open, because otherwise, I’d laugh. Production and distribution? I’ll be lucky if I can get the damn thing written. “I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.”
Sebastian nods and bends down for the bag at his feet. “That’s cool. So, I sorta have my own production company.”
“Gavin mentioned something about that.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “I figured. It’s not a traditional setup though. More of a network of independent content creators. I help them produce high-quality films, facilitate collaboration, pool resources to get better reach.”
He hands me a business card. It says Sebastian Silver and underneath it The Camboy Network.
“Anyway, I’ve been thinking about how to expand the network and I think you might be a good fit.”
I snap my head up as butterflies explode in my stomach. “Really? But I don’t make…” God, why can’t I say the word? It’s not like I’ve never watched any myself. I’ve watched plenty of it. Plen-ty.
“Porn?” Sebastian grins like this is something he’s encountered before. “I know. I don’t expect you to write naked dudes into your film. I mean, I won’t object if you do. I love the idea of gay haunted house porn. But I like your idea too.”
“So…” I need to make sure I understand what’s happening here because it can’t possibly be true. “You’re offering to help me make my movie?”
“Yup.”
“Why?”
Sebastian shrugs. “It sounds cool. I’m all about empowering people. Us little guys need to stick together.”
I like it. It feels like an opportunity. It’s not like anything I’ve ever seen before, but like Rick said, I have to know when to push on and when to back off. This feels like a push-on moment.
Donnie comes out from the back of the gym with one of the personal trainers I’ve seen around Mars. They’re chatting as they approach our table, then the other guy bends down to give Sebastian a kiss.
Sebastian turns to me. “Have you met Christian?”
“No, nice to meet you.”
Christian’s a big guy with close-cropped hair and tattoos down both arms. Now that they’re next to each other, I feel like I’ve seen them before somewhere.
“Ready to go?” Donnie asks, hiking both our bags over his shoulders. I take mine from him and give him a kiss in return.
“Yeah, I am.” Ready to go anywhere with him.