15. You want the moon? Just say the word, and Ill throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Its a Wonderful Life
Dylan
T wo Months Later
I don't care if this is a dream or not, just please god don't stop.
That was the only coherent thought that could pass through my mind as I was roused from a deep sleep by the overwhelming sensation of a talented mouth, sucking and licking my hard-as-steel cock beneath the sheets. The filthy sounds of slurping and sucking served only to heighten my arousal. I slid my hands underneath the sheets and carded my fingers through Spencer's thick dark hair. He hummed. He loved to take control in the bedroom, heck actually, he liked to take control in any room that he found he just had to fuck me in, stairway, park, beach and in one instance, the bathroom of a service station we passed on the drive to go see my dad back home. However, I'd also learned that he also really got off on me taking my own pleasure from his body, whether that be using his mouth to fuck, or riding his thick cock to orgasm, it all was A-Okay in his books.
"Baby, fuck, you're so good at that," I moaned wantonly, stretching my legs until they shook a little. He moaned around my cock, almost purring at the endearment. I pulled his head up and down the length of my shaft, revelling in the velvety smooth texture of his tongue as it traversed the contours and veiny ridges of my dick. Out of habit, I quickly scanned the clock on my bedside table. We had a good hour until we had to be in the office. I did plan to get in a little early as it was the first table read of Season Three. Weighing up the options of leaving the bed, getting dressed and dealing with Manhattan traffic, or staying in bed for a little while longer, whilst my hot as fuck, movie and TV star boyfriend rocked my world. I would pick the blowjobs every time.
"Fuck, Spencer," I whined as he tugged on my balls. A zap of electricity shot through deep into my groin leaving me wanting. My orgasm was now held at bay for a few minutes longer. "I could get used to waking up to this every morning for the rest of my life," I grinned.
His mouth stalled around my cock, a hard pipe of flesh suspended in his motionless mouth. I quickly ran through what I'd said to cause the sudden all-out stop. For the rest of my life!!! Did I really just fucking say that?
I quickly reached down and grabbed hold of the base of my prick, sliding it free from his mouth. I tossed the sheets back and pushed up into a seated position, with my back against the headboard. His gaze snapped to mine, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry!" A flush of embarrassment coloured my cheeks. "I didn't mean to come on that strong. I just meant you have a… very talented mouth! Yeah, that's what I meant!"
Spencer chuckled, his expression turning affectionate. The warm, deep sound of his laugh did little to lessen the heat in my cheeks. "Calm down," he soothed, pressing me back against the pillows with a thoughtful look. "I honestly didn't want to have this conversation only moments after your cock was pulled from my mouth, but from the looks of your face, I think I need you to hear what I have to say."
"Listen, I know… I'm sorry. I came on like a massive stage-five clinger. You don't have to ditch me over it!" The slightly manic edge to my voice only made me more anxious.
"Ditch you?" His face scrunched up in confusion for a moment. He shook his head before he surged forward and pressed a warm kiss to my lips. "Baby, you are nothing if not dramatic. Now shut your mouth for a moment."
"I'm not dramat…" was all I got out before he pressed his palm over my mouth, trapping the word vomit inside.
"If anyone came on strong, it was me all those months ago. Sitting around and waiting for you to be ready to give this ," he gestured between us, "a try. Now we have spent a hell of a lot of time together and I think I've met the most important people in your life by now. Every day that I spend with you just confirms something I've known since the first time we were alone on that rooftop."
"What's that?" I asked hopefully.
"That I'm one hundred per cent, head over heels in love with you." I waited for a 'but' that never came. He paused, his gaze intense and unwavering as he searched my eyes for a reaction. "I love you, Dylan. And I'm not just saying that because I got caught up in a moment or because it's convenient. I mean it." His voice softened, every word deliberate, weaving into the space between us like a vow. "Every laugh, every argument, every quiet moment we've shared has only deepened what I feel for you. You're not just someone I want temporarily. You're the person I want to wake up to, not just for a series of mornings, but I want to see things through and hopefully continue us for a lifetime."
My heart thumped wildly against my ribs, a mix of joy and sheer disbelief coursing through me. This was not how I'd expected this morning to go, but as I looked into Spencer's earnest eyes, everything seemed to click into place. The fear of coming on too strong, the awkward declarations – all of it melted away under the weight of his confession.
"Spencer," I began, my voice shaken with emotion, "I don't even know what to say. I've been so scared of screwing this up, of being too much or not enough. Hearing you say you love me – it's everything. I love you too, so much. More than I thought possible."
He smiled then, a genuine, heart-stopping smile that lit up his entire face. The strong masculine image of him dropped for a moment until all I could see was a young, handsome, excited man in love before me. Removing his hand from my mouth, he pulled me into a fierce embrace, our bodies aligning with an ease born of many shared nights. "I was maybe hoping, well I was praying to any god that would listen that you'd say it back," he murmured against my hair, his arms tightening around me. "And don't worry about being too much and never for a moment think that you're not enough. If anything, you're exactly what I need."
"Thank you," I whispered. He pulled back for a moment until I cast my eyes up to meet his.
"Thank you ." He smiled. "Now where was I?" he winked before sliding down the bed to take me back into his mouth. For the next fifteen minutes, I clawed at the sheets beneath me as he lapped and suckled on my cock until I emptied my balls into his throat. He groaned as I flooded his mouth, pulling off quickly, only to kneel up and cum all over my face. After a very quick shower, we fell back into bed and curled around each other.
As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside our little bubble seemed to pause. The upcoming table read, the stress of the new season, all of it faded into the background. At that moment, it was just us, and we were enough.
The peace was short-lived, however. The relentless march of time and responsibility called us back to reality. My cell buzzed insistently on the nightstand, a stark reminder of the word waiting outside. With a reluctant sigh, I reached for it, noticing multiple missed calls from Natalie and a text that read,
URGENT: Call me ASAP!
What a drama queen! It's just a table read! I made a promise to myself to tease the ever-loving fuck out of her for being such a Karen about the first days. "Looks like we need to get moving," I said, a hint of regret colouring my tone as I climbed out of bed.
Spencer nodded, his expression turning serious. "Yeah, duty calls," he agreed, though his hand lingered on my arm as if reluctant to break the physical connection. "But this," he gestured between us with a significant look, "is what matters. We'll figure out the rest together."
Feeling buoyed by his words, I gave Spencer a nod and a playful shove. "Let's see what the day throws at us, huh?" I said with a grin. The world seemed a little less intimidating with him standing by my side.
We threw on our clothes and breezed out the door, hand in hand, feeling oddly invincible and ready to take on whatever New York threw at us. As we strolled towards the studio, the morning sun slanted through the city buildings, casting dramatic shadows that danced around our feet. Life could be a wild ride, unpredictable and downright messy at times, but it felt a whole lot less chaotic with Spencer's hand in mine.
"So, Mr. Writer Genius," Spencer hummed, squeezing my hand slightly, "what are your plans for this season? You always make changes last minute. What trick have you got hidden up your sleeve?"
"No tricks!" I laughed. "This season has to be really carefully executed to make it feel organic and authentic. Plus there are some elements to some of the episodes that I'm trying to handle delicately. I don't want standards and practices riding our asses all season long."
"Yeah," Spencer sighed, "the end of last season was pretty tough. I have to admit there were some days that were pretty hard. Especially the scenes with Sara."
Sara Peters was playing Gwen Amore, Nico's mother. Towards the end of the second season it had transpired, due to the careful machinations of myself and Natalie working until the wee hours trying to figure out how to pull it off, that Nico's dad had been having an affair with the current police commissioner twenty-two years earlier. They had vowed to keep it a secret and chalk it up to a giant mistake that had occurred when both of their marriages had been in trouble. The commissioner's husband had found out due to a medical emergency in which their son had needed a partial liver transplant after he had been shot in the line of duty. He had volunteered to live donate and was tested for a match. He not only was not a match but turned out not to be genetically related to his son. After confronting his wife, she admitted that she had been having an affair with her then-partner. The husband confronted Nico's dad at a charity function that he and his wife were attending, and the entire story unfolded. Not only did Nico have to deal with the fact that his dad had cheated on his mother, but also the second bombshell was that his half-brother would be joining the force as a junior homicide detective, working directly with him.
"You played it beautifully though," I smiled, squeezing his hand back in return, "and you know the critics loved it. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we might just bag ourselves as Emmy for that last season, and if you don't get nominated for Lead Actor in a Drama Series, then the whole world is just rigged!" I sighed dramatically.
"Can I tell you a small concern I have and not have it be a big deal?" My heart dropped. Had he reconsidered telling me that he loved me and was trying to let me down easy? Had I in fact come on a bit too strong and he felt like he was strong-armed into a false declaration of love and affection? "Also, yes I still love you!" he laughed.
"Shit, did I say that out loud?" I stopped still in the street and turned to him, aghast.
"No, I can just read your face like an open book," he chuckled. "No, I just don't want to sound like a snob, but I'm slightly worried about working with Theo."
It was not an unrealistic concern. Theo Mason had started out his career as the lead singer of a boy band that had dominated the billboard charts for the better part of three years with their saccharine-sweet lyrics and washboard abs. The band, Heaven's Ladder, was a hit factory and the boys were on a rocket to mega stardom. Then as so many bands before, they had all fallen out and refused to speak to each other for a plethora of reasons. Theo had tried a solo music career, but it turned out not to be the best suit for him. In an interview with Empire magazine, he had told the reporter that he worked best when he was surrounded by a group of like-minded, artistic individuals. I'd be called into a meeting with Hillary who had told me that the network really wanted Theo to play the role of Virgil, Nico's half-brother. They believed that with his star power, the 18 – 24 demographic would be convinced to watch Amore Blue . I'd protested the decision, but at the end of the day, the network held the purse strings and if they really wanted to they could replace me on my own show with a flick of their pen, so I relented.
"I understand," I nodded slowly, "but the network insisted. The contracts have been signed for a while now and I haven't heard anything from him at all since then."
"Are you worried at all about that?" Spencer probed.
"No, I'm just keen to see what he can do," I answered honestly, "and the table read is the best time for that. It's raw and honest. No make-up, no markers on the floor. It's bringing life to the words, that you do so well."
"Aww, thanks, babe." Spencer preened, pulling me against his side for a moment.
Spencer and I briskly walked towards the studio, the urgency suddenly evident in our pace. Despite the beautiful morning we'd shared, a part of me couldn't shake a growing sense of foreboding that seemed to cast a shadow over my mood. It wasn't like me. Sure, I was always nervous on the first table read, but the sinking feeling that was currently sloshing back and forth in my gut was not normal. Checking my phone again, I noticed another missed call from Natalie, and now one from Hillary too. I wondered whether Natalie was done with me ignoring her calls and had enlisted Hillary to scare me at a corporate level. Glancing at my watch, I realized with a start that unless we pulled our fingers out and shoved a rocket up there, then we could get seriously behind schedule. I usually prided myself on being the first to arrive, but today, given the particularly delightful morning, I hoped they'd understand our tardiness.
Just then, my phone rang again, startling me. It was Natalie. I answered quickly, bracing myself for the impending overly dramatic storm.
"Dylan! Where have you been? I've been trying to reach you all morning!" Natalie's voice was sharp, crackling through the line with barely concealed irritation.
"I know, I know, we're on our way now," I hurried to explain.
"I'm getting onto the elevator," she said, her voice laced with frustration. The line crackled more intensely, and I could barely make out what she was saying except for a few choice curse words lined up next to my name. "They didn't tell me about the whole Theo situation I swear. We need to – " Her voice cut off abruptly, and the call ended as the elevator doors likely closed, cutting off our signal.
What the hell has Theo done? It's the first day! He can't have pissed off the entire cast already! I imagined that the little diva was probably causing a scene due to something about his rider, or maybe his water wasn't shipped in from the Swiss Alps, or something else I would expect from a pampered teen popstar.
I pocketed my phone with a sigh and glanced at Spencer, who raised an eyebrow in silent question. "Just Natalie being Natalie I hope," I muttered. He must have felt my growing unease as he quickened his pace, forcing me to catch up with him. We really couldn't afford to be any later.
We'd barely made it through the door of the studio when the dark menacing shadow of Gretal crossed our paths. I mentally made the sign of the cross. I noticed even Spencer stood with his back a little stiffer when in the presence of her malevolent evil.
"Good morning Gretal!" I tried, my cheery voice sounding false in my ears. "Good morning so far?"
Her gaze traveled down to my shoes, then slowly up my entire body as if she was categorising which parts of me she would eat first and which parts she would store in the freezer to feed to her pet, which I assumed must be a crocodile. She handed me a stack of scripts, my own marked with sticky notes brimming with last-minute ideas and changes I'd forwarded to her to collate for me. She gave me a scowl and dusted off her hands as I plucked the scripts from her talons.
"I would have hoped that since we all had to be here on time, maybe the person in charge of this show would like to show up in time as well." She shrugged. "Silly me, maybe I just try to hold people to my own professional standards. We can't all be me."
"Thank the lord!" Spencer muttered, the small grin on his face fading away as her laser-beam gaze pinned him in place.
"Anyway, you both should get up there. Even the newbie managed to make it on time." So, Theo has shown up. Thank god!
"Thanks, Gretal!" I called after her as she muttered something about us cutting it close, before striding away in a cloud of Chanel No. 5.
Spencer and I headed straight for the lifts, and as we waited for one to arrive, I once again tried my best to shake off the slight unease settling in my chest. The elevator doors opened, and we stepped inside, both of us silent as we were carried upwards towards the office floor.
The doors slid open, and immediately, Natalie's voice floated out from the conference room, unusually strained as she addressed the gathered cast and crew. "Unfortunately, there have been some last-minute unforeseen casting changes to the role of Virgil, Nico's brother, due to scheduling conflicts," she was saying, her tone carrying an odd, forced cheerfulness.
Spencer squeezed my hand, a silent gesture of support as we stepped into the corridor. We moved towards the conference room, the muffled sounds of Natalie's announcement growing clearer with each step.
I paused at the door, taking a deep breath before pushing it open. As we entered, the room fell into a hushed anticipation, all eyes turning towards us. I scanned the room quickly, catching varying expressions of curiosity and confusion.
Natalie stood at the front, her eyes meeting mine briefly with a look that I couldn't quite decipher. Then, she cleared her throat and continued, "And so, I am pleased to announce that the person playing the role of Virgil with be none other than Austin Ridge."
The door on the far side of the conference room opened, and standing there, with a wide smile on his face was none other than the previous love of my life.