Chapter 19
DYLAN
I decided to play it cool.
Like fooling around with Max was no big deal, you know, just two guys blowing off steam.
Even though it was more to me than a backyard blow job.
Hell, my hands and legs and every other part of me were still shaking.
More than that, my heart had yet to resume its normal pace.
But I didn’t want to scare Max off by asking how he felt.
I got my answer right quick when his entire demeanor shifted.
From relaxed to downright pissed, his irritation at my laid-back attitude was hot as fuck.
And all of it felt possessive, from the way he took hold of my neck to the claiming kiss he laid on me that left me bruised but wanting more. So much more.
We turned the corner and searched for Jared to say our goodbyes. He was sitting on a lounger beside Ro and Andrew who were sharing one, as per usual. Those two couldn’t be separated for any length of time.
“Sorry to interrupt,” I cleared my throat as three sets of eyes zeroed in on me. “We’re heading back to the ship. You guys ready to go or are you staying?”
Rowan got up and offered his hand to Andrew. “We’re good to go as well. I have a nine o’clock conference call tomorrow, and I need more than two hours of sleep.”
I wanted to shake Jared’s hand, but I hesitated.
I wasn’t lying when I told Max we smelled like cum and the thought of anyone noticing had my cheeks flaming red.
No one could tell in the darkness, but I was self-conscious.
You’d think after all the Hollywood parties I’d attended I’d be used to this type of thing, but nope.
Sober, awkward Dylan lives and breathes.
Thankfully, Jared read us like the acting pro he was and gave a quick wave of his hand.
“I’d get up and shake everyone’s hand, but exhaustion has hit me and I’m a minute away from falling asleep. Please excuse my rudeness,” Jared replied.
Andrew and Rowan said their goodbyes to him and made their way over to the patio to talk to Aiden.
“I’m so glad both of you could come tonight. I hope you enjoyed yourselves,” Jared said as he glanced directly at me with a wry smile. I guess my fucked-out expression said it all.
“We sure did. Thanks again for the invite. See you back on set in a few days,” I replied and turned to Max.
I offered him my hand but quickly realized what I had done and placed it back inside my pocket.
With a final wave, we walked around the pathway to the front of the house where Jared’s driver was waiting, checking his phone.
I slipped into the sedan and Max followed, the two of us alone again. When our knees bumped, I started to shift over.
“Don’t,” Max bit out and placed his hand over my thigh, the touch burning through my linen pants. “It’s just us.”
I swallowed hard at his words and the intensity of his gaze. I was surprised that he’d come to this decision, at least in front of those we trusted. But I still had to ask. “And Rowan and Andrew?” I reminded him.
“They won’t say anything.”
I leaned back into the seat, and felt our shoulders—my right, his left—and hips and thighs press together. I never wanted to move. I was tempted to kiss him again, but as that thought flickered in my mind the door opened, and my best friends hopped in.
They slid unto the seats opposite us but said nothing as we took off into the night.
I felt the weight of their stares and began to fidget until Max’s hand reached over and squeezed my leg again.
I imagined that hand on my naked skin, sliding up my thigh, until he reached my cock, and fuck, I needed to stop that line of thinking until we were back on board.
Max, on the other hand, looked as calm as ever as he stared out the window, seemingly oblivious to the way he had claimed me in front of my friends.
“Quite a party.” Andrew finally shattered the weighted silence.
“Yeah, Jared pulls out all the stops. Seems like everyone had a good time,” I replied quietly.
“Some more than others,” Rowan teased as he gazed at his husband. Andrew chuckled and pulled Rowan in tighter.
“What about you, Max? Did you have fun?” Andrew asked.
“The most I’ve had in a very long time,” Max replied as he snuck a glance at me, then turned to Andrew. “Back home in New York, my social life often consists of me and a book at home, alone.”
“You sound like Dylan these past two years,” Rowan commented. “Embracing the quiet life.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Max nodded.
The conversation hit an unexpected nerve, reminding me that soon, Max would be back in New York. Back to his quiet, normal life. Now that I was working again and with the book launch, my life in Palm Springs would be anything but. And our paths would likely never cross again.
We couldn’t be anything more than a temporary thing.
Max pushed his shoulder against mine and I let myself lean in. The melancholy that floated inside me drifted to the background.
The only thing I felt was him.
MAX
The closer we got to Now, Voyager , the harder my heart pounded. Fuck, I could’ve rowed the tender to shore myself given how much adrenaline was coursing through my veins.
Once we reached our destination, Dylan and I disembarked like frantic passengers fleeing a sinking ship.
With a backward wave to Andrew and Rowan, we hustled up the stairs and into the air-conditioned interior.
Out of anyone’s sight, I gripped his hand tightly as we made our way down the hallway to my bedroom.
Once I’d ushered him inside, I flipped the lock on the door, the sound echoing inside the suite like a snap of a starting pistol.
We lunged for each other, lips searching, hands roaming.
Throwing off his jacket, I reached for his shirt with shaky fingers and nearly ripped it apart in my impatience to get it off.
I needed all of him. I needed him naked, now.
“So sexy,” he moaned as he rubbed a hand up over my chest. I didn’t shave or wax like a lot of guys preferred, so Dylan’s praise made my confidence soar. “I want to see all of you. Fuck, I’ve waited so goddamn long.”
His breath hitched and I knew he wasn’t only talking about me.
Dylan had pushed aside his innermost desires for so long, building up a wall of denial.
Now that wall was crumbling down around him, his true self could emerge.
The fact that I might play a small part in his renaissance had goosebumps erupting all over my body.
“You’re beautiful, Dylan, and I’m not just talking about how you look,” I whispered as I reached for my zipper and undid my pants, shoving them and my briefs off and kicking them away.
Dylan mirrored my actions and quickly removed his pants and jockstrap until he stood before me, naked, bronzed, and delicious.
I grabbed the base of my cock and felt my throbbing pulse kick up another notch.
“Now get in my bed,” I demanded and watched as he turned, his taut ass cheeks bared to me as he sauntered to the bed and slid onto it, kneeling in the center.
Walking around to the nightstand, I yanked open the top drawer and pulled out lube and a pack of condoms, throwing them on the bed near the pillows.
Dylan’s cock jerked, and I watched the pre-cum oozing out, coating the head.
“Lie down on your stomach and spread your legs,” I demanded, and Dylan complied.
I climbed up on the bed behind him and kneeled between his legs, pushing them farther apart.
I was more than happy to hear his sudden gasp as I ran my hands up the back of his rigid thighs then up, up, cupping those perfect ass cheeks and spreading them open.
“Have you ever been rimmed?” I asked him. His body jolted, then he shook his head. I lay down over him, my body covering his completely. Mutual moans erupted as our skin met for the first time, head to toe. I wanted to rub all over him, mark him, erase the memory of any other lover from his memory.
“Wait until you feel my hot tongue in your perfect ass. You’re never going to want to leave my bed.”
Dylan turned his face towards me, and my breath caught. I recognized his desperate desire and, even more so, his vulnerability. It made my heart throb as hard as my dick.
This man is going to wreck me…
Instead of kissing his tempting lips, I started at his neck and worked my way down between his shoulder blades.
I savored his salty, spicy taste, teasing his skin until I reached the curves of his ass.
His tight pink hole was my target and I leaned down, taking one long lick from his taint to his pucker.
“Oh fuck, Max!” Dylan cried out as I licked him again, this time wiggling my tongue into his hole and working it, fucking him with it. He began to writhe and buck.
I buried my face in his ass, rubbing my scruff against his sensitive skin as his desperate moans and pleas grew louder and my cock grew harder.
I humped the mattress for relief and, between Dylan’s frantic reactions and the delicious friction on my cock, I was teetering on the edge.
But it wasn’t enough. I needed to be inside him.
I pulled away, and Dylan’s hand moved back to grab my head.
“Please don’t stop.” His mournful tone hit me right in the gut.
I gently pried his hand away and moved up over his body again.
The sensuous glide of his hot, damp skin against mine caused a shiver to ripple through me.
I slid my hands under his chest, hugging him to me tightly.
His hands gripped mine, holding on just as hard.
My intense need to protect and pleasure him was so overwhelming that I swore I felt our skin merge for a nanosecond.
We were one desire, one longing that was more powerful than any I’d ever known.
“I want to get inside you before I come. Bury my cock in your tight ass and make you mine,” I whispered in his ear, and Dylan trembled along with me, our bodies shaking with the force of our want.
“I want that, but I…I’ve never…I mean, shit.” He stuttered over his words. “In college, I fooled around with…him…but I’ve never been fucked.” He whispered and turned his head into the pillow.
I didn’t think my desire for him could burn any hotter, but the raw admission that I would be his first had my orgasm threatening again.
“Look at me,” I demanded of him.
Dylan turned his head sideways, and I kissed him as deeply as I could at this angle, letting him know there was nothing I wanted more than to be his first. His lips and tongue were just as eager as mine, pulling me under his spell with every touch.
“Thank you for trusting me,” I whispered against his lips. “I told you I wanted to teach you, and it will be my absolute pleasure to be your first.”
I reached out to grab the condom and the lube and reared back, groaning at the loss of contact.
Dylan’s murmur of protest was as loud as my own.
Suiting up, I slathered plenty of lube on my cock and my fingers.
I circled his tight pucker with my thumb, and he pushed his ass back, spreading his legs farther apart.
He gripped the sheets tightly in his fists, his naked perfection spread out on my bed.
Mine.
“Yes, yours,” he growled between clenched teeth, and I realized I’d spoken out loud.
I slid one finger inside smoothly, thankful that the rimming had relaxed him.
His breath caught and he pumped his hips, chasing my touch.
I added another lubed finger, then a third, taking my time, making sure he’d be ready for everything I was about to give him, the anticipation making my body shake all over.
I crooked my fingers and found his prostate.
He cried out my name, cursing and pleading for more.
“Fuck, Max! Don’t stop.”
But it wasn’t enough. I needed to see his face when I made him mine for the first time.
“Roll over,” I demanded as I reluctantly removed my fingers from his tight heat.
Dylan was quick to comply, flipping over and reaching out to grip my hips as I knelt between his.
He touched me slowly, reverently—my hipbones, my quivering stomach, my throbbing cock— like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening.
I felt the same way, my body quaking hard as my desire coiled tighter.
Between his hungry touches and the look of awe in his eyes, I had to grab the base of my cock to stave off the urgent pleasure that sparked in my balls.
No more waiting. I gripped one of his long legs, slid it over my arm, and used the other hand to guide my cock to his tight hole.
“Push out when I push in and if you need to stop, tell me.” I started to push and felt his overwhelming heat envelop the head of my throbbing dick.
Dylan nodded, biting his full lower lip, and the shimmering trust I saw in his eyes made me shudder.
Another small thrust and I was halfway inside, Dylan’s gasp telling me without words that I needed to wait and give him time to adjust.
“So full. More, Max. More.” He canted his hips upward, sliding his hands around to cup my ass and pull me deep inside.
I could only grunt in response and thrust my hips, slowly sliding the rest of the way in.
I watched, riveted, as our bodies joined, until my heavy balls hit Dylan’s firm ass.
The knowledge that I was the only man who’d ever been inside of him was too much for me to handle, and my careful control snapped.
Suddenly, my heart ached even more fiercely than my cock.
It turns out, Dylan wasn’t the only one who was fucked tonight.