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  Mal closed his eyes, wondering if the pressure around his shaft would be enough to break him right then. Now he remembered why the party had seemed like such a good idea—if Alejandro were the center of the attention, he wouldn’t have the chance to be disappointed in Mal’s performance. Because Mal knew he didn’t have the stamina, or the size, of some of Alejandro’s regular costars.

  He pushed aside the thought. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that the man he wanted, the man who was currently holding him in more ways than one, wanted him, too.

  Alejandro continued to lavish Mal’s mouth with nibbles and kisses, as if he couldn’t feast enough on his lips. When he swiped his thumb across the tips of their cocks, he finally let Mal go, taking a step back. Deliberately, he licked away the pre-come, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

  He retreated another step, never looking away.

  “As tempting as it is to just fuck here, my bed is far more comfortable,” he said. “But I’ll warn you. Get in it, and odds aren’t good I’ll let you back out again.”

  Mal moved toward him slowly, letting Alejandro lead him to the bedroom a step at a time. He was desperate to touch him again, but he was also happy to simply look at him, absorbing every detail he could.

  “Who says I’ll want you to let me out again?”

  “My movies could all just be smoke and mirrors.”

  “Fancy editing tricks?” Mal shook his head as they entered the bedroom. “I spent all night dancing with you. Nobody who can move like you do needs smoke and mirrors.” He gripped the waistband of Alejandro’s pants and yanked them down. His own pants quickly followed. Licking his lips, he added, “Can I get a taste of you first?”

  Alejandro tilted his head toward the bed. “Lay down with me, and we can both get a taste.”

  Alejandro settled on the mattress first, his head propped up by a pillow. He looked inviting and entirely comfortable in his own skin. Mal absolutely itched to touch him, to finally stretch out on top of him. Alejandro reached for his hand, guiding him until Mal was straddling his chest, facing his cock. He bent and let the slick tip of Alejandro’s cock brush against his lips, smearing the salty pre-come on his mouth.

  “I think yours is the hottest mouth I’ve ever felt.”

  Alejandro ran his palms up the inside of Mal’s thighs, meeting at the junction of his thighs. Rather than touch his erection, however, his thumbs pressed against the base, pinning it to Mal’s stomach. Mal gasped when he felt Alejandro trace around his heavy sac, once, then again before sucking it into his mouth.

  Mal gripped Alejandro’s legs, holding on like he was afraid of flying away, and parted his lips. The harder he sucked on Mal’s balls, the harder it was to concentrate on what he was trying to do. He wanted this to be good, wanted to do it right, but his body was not completely responsive to his brain.

  He opened his mouth wider, swallowing more of Alejandro, inch by inch. His lips were stretched tight around Alejandro’s shaft, and the points of his teeth delicately scraped across the skin.

  Alejandro bucked beneath him. It drove more of his length deeper into Mal’s mouth, the tip just pushing into his throat, and fresh droplets of pre-come coated his tongue. He tightened the suction, focusing on the sounds Alejandro kept making, and moved up slowly, stopping to catch the crown with his teeth.

  The heat on his balls disappeared.

  “Don’t stop,” Alejandro begged. “God, please, don’t stop.”

  Mal’s mid-section twisted at the hungry edge in Alejandro’s voice, and he resolved not to stop until Alejandro pleaded with him to do just that. He smoothed his tongue over the head repeatedly, until Alejandro jerked beneath him again. Then he slid his mouth down his shaft again, moving farther than before. When the tip brushed against his throat, he didn’t stop. He didn’t stop until his nose brushed against Alejandro’s smooth sac.

  A choked cry made his cock ache. Alejandro’s thighs quivered beneath Mal’s hands, and his hot murmurs fanned over Mal’s balls. Mal couldn’t understand what he was saying, but as he sucked back up the length, he felt the fingers at the base of his shaft move, curl around it, angle it away from his stomach. By the time he reached the head of Alejandro’s cock, Alejandro had positioned Mal’s at his mouth.

  “I could suck you all night,” he heard him murmur, right before guiding the tip past his lips.

  “Oh…fuck…” Mal dropped his head to Alejandro’s thigh. “Oh, God…” His whole body went rigid. He didn’t try to push for more. He didn’t thrust his hips. He just let Alejandro move at his own pace until his entire cock was buried in Alejandro’s mouth.

  Alejandro’s tongue never stopped. It swirled around his shaft, traced the vein, dipped into the slit when Alejandro eased off. Every trick he had seen Alejandro use in his movies felt like it was being brought into play, even the way he would turn his head at the last minute to scrape his lips around the root. Then he turned his head in the opposite direction to counter the sensation. For the first time, Mal utterly believed that Alejandro would be perfectly content to keep Mal’s cock inside his mouth for as long as Mal let him.

  Pleasure built under his skin, making it more and more difficult to do anything but moan in encouragement as Alejandro worked his mouth like magic. Mal turned his head anyway and began licking and mouthing Alejandro’s shaft, then his groin, his inner thigh, and his balls. Anything he could reach between his low, hungry moans. A part of him thought he should let this continue indefinitely. Another part knew that if he really wanted to fuck Alejandro—and he did—then he’d have to put an end to this soon.

  One of Alejandro’s hands slithered upward, along the curve of his ass, to trace over his hole. He didn’t attempt entry. Instead, his fingertip circled the ring of muscle over and over again while the suction tightened around Mal’s shaft. It was a maddening tease, making Mal clench and then unclench as his body warred with his desires.

  Alejandro’s mouth was hot and tight, but Mal knew his mouth could never compare to the sensation of Alejandro’s ass clenching around his shaft. He opened his mouth once to tell Alejandro to stop, but he sucked hard on Mal’s crown, driving the words from his throat. Mal rocked back against Alejandro’s face, sliding his cock along Alejandro’s tongue, relishing every second of contact before choking out, “Gotta stop. Want to fuck you.”

  Alejandro obeyed immediately, his head falling back onto the pillow as his hands slid up Mal’s thighs. As Mal sat up and turned around, Alejandro twisted to the side, pulling open the nightstand drawer and taking out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube.

  The grin he flashed at Mal as he tossed both at him was pure sin.

  “At least you know in my line of work, I’m always prepared.”

  “Almost like a Boy Scout.”

  Mal poured lube on his fingers as Alejandro settled on his back again and pulled his knees up. Mal was grateful for the opportunity to cool down a bit. He was still tightly wound, but it no longer seemed like a single breath across his skin would be enough to end him. He slipped his fingers between Alejandro’s cheeks and into Alejandro’s tight hole, gasping as the muscles clenched around him.

  In the dim light, with the shadows cast across his face, Alejandro looked more than a little dangerous. His eyes glittered as they fixated on Mal, watching him move his fingers in and out. His lips parted with his shallow breathing, and both the wild disarray of his hair against the pillow and the long line of his nose made him almost devilish.

  “I’m glad we came back here,” he said. “I didn’t like the way the others looked at you.”

  Mal wondered if that should bother him. After all, he wasn’t the one who made a career out of attracting attention. But it really didn’t. If anything, it made him more eager to bury himself in Alejandro’s ass.

  “How were they looking at me?”

  “Like they wanted to eat you alive.” He grabbed Mal’s wrist and tugged him back against his body, their cocks lining up between their stomachs. “That’s my privi
lege.”

  “It is,” Mal agreed, without hesitation. He added a third finger and began to pump his hand in and out of Alejandro’s body. “And any other privilege you want.”

  Alejandro touched the side of Mal’s face, drawing down to trace his mouth. “I’ll hold you to that. I don’t have very much in my life that’s just mine.”

  Mal’s tongue darted out to lick the pad of Alejandro’s finger. The thought of being Alejandro’s excited him, but it was also a sweetly pleasant feeling. He didn’t know, but he thought it might be too soon to make any promises. Instead of using words, he dipped his head and found Alejandro’s lips, the rhythm of the kiss matching the rhythm of his hand.

  Alejandro cupped the back of his head, keeping the caress tender as their tongues twisted together. He pushed back against Mal’s fingers, already writhing beneath him. When they finally parted, his breath was fast and hot, his words rushed.

  “Need you in me. God, Mal, if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to throw you to the floor and ride you until neither one of us can move anymore.”

  Mal’s mouth went dry. “Save that idea for later.”

  He straightened and slid his hand free, then reached for the condom. It took two tries to get the foil open, and his fingers were shaking a little as he unrolled the rubber down his shaft. He slicked it with a bit more lube, and he didn’t need to ask if Alejandro was ready. His eyes were half-closed and hungry, his lips parted slightly.

  Mal pushed the blunt tip of his cock past Alejandro’s ring of muscle slowly, but once he had the initial penetration, nothing could hold him back. He sheathed himself with one, easy stroke.

  A shudder rippled through Alejandro. Strong hands reached out and cupped Mal’s ass, pulling him harder against Alejandro’s chest, followed by a desperate mouth latching onto his. Mal kissed him back, adjusting to the sensations of heat and constriction around his cock, but the desire to move quickly supplanted those, and he propped himself up on his knuckles in order to slide out.

  Alejandro gazed up at him, eyelids heavy. “Fuck but you feel good,” he said, smoothing his hands up Mal’s back.

  There was no doubt that he meant it. Mal didn’t even have the impulse to second-guess himself, or imagine that Alejandro was secretly comparing him to somebody else.

  He covered Alejandro’s face with kisses, finding a new piece of skin to caress and taste with each slow thrust forward. He needed to keep things slow, because if he built the friction, he wouldn’t be able to withstand the assault on his senses. He wanted to make this last as long as possible, and tried to will each second to stretch as long as possible. Alejandro’s body was amazing, perfect, beneath him, and Mal could feel each beat of his heart, each time his muscles tensed, each breath and moan.

  Alejandro matched each of his kisses, their cheeks scraping against each other as they fought over who would get to taste more. At one point, he buried his face in the curve of Mal’s shoulder, and when his teeth sank into the sinew, it stifled a throaty shout.

  “Do that again,” Alejandro managed, when he finally eased off. As if to demonstrate what he meant, he lifted his long legs up and wrapped them around Mal’s hips, forcing him to thrust inside his hole at the same angle. Another gurgled cry came from his lips. “Oh, yeah. Just like that.”

  With Alejandro’s expert guidance, Mal began to move faster and faster. Each time he thrust forward, he was rewarded with another sound of satisfaction, of desire, of the simple need for more. His head was spinning and he knew he was so close, too close to keep this pace up for much longer.

  “Touch yourself,” he rasped. He wished he could reach between their bodies to stroke Alejandro’s cock, but he needed to brace himself with both hands.

  Alejandro let go of where he’d been fisting the blanket and curled his fingers around his shaft. After only two hard pulls, he cried out, his ass clamping down around Mal’s cock, and shot over both of them. Some hit Alejandro’s chin, and, unable to resist, Mal bent down and licked it away. The first taste of it on his tongue added to the heat and tightness of Alejandro’s ass. That was all it took for Mal to shatter.

  He slammed into Alejandro’s hole one more time, filling the condom as his orgasm blasted through him. His sweaty brow came to rest on Alejandro’s shoulder, and the wide mouth he was growing increasingly familiar with rained kisses along his cheek, Alejandro’s tongue darting out to lick away the drops of sweat dampening his hairline.

  “That was so much better than hanging out at the bar,” Alejandro murmured.

  Mal could only nod. His body was still shaking from the force of his orgasm.

  Tightening his arms around Mal’s back, Alejandro pulled him closer, forcing him to rest directly on Alejandro’s chest. He didn’t speak. He just continued to kiss away the last of the tremors.

  Chapter 6

  Part of Alejandro couldn’t believe how well it was going. Saturday night had been hot, sweaty, and exhausting. When he woke up Sunday morning, he was sorer than he’d been in a very long time, even with work. That didn’t stop him from waking Mal up with a blow job, however, or dragging him into the shower where Mal promptly blew him, or retreating back to bed to eat breakfast off Mal’s stomach. Which only instigated another shower. The entire day had been spent kissing and touching and talking and laughing, and frankly, Alejandro couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so happy.

  It was hard for them to part on Sunday night, but Mal had a job early Monday morning. They spent ten minutes at Alejandro’s door, kissing good-bye, before he was finally able to let Mal go. Promises of meeting up for the drive to San Francisco on Tuesday kept Alejandro humming for the next day and a half.

  Now, here they were, pulling into the parking lot of the hotel.

  “I changed my reservation.” Alejandro had actually given this a lot of thought on Monday, and in the end decided that he didn’t care if it was too soon. He liked Mal, he was pretty sure Mal liked him, and it made economical sense to do it this way. “I got us a room with a king-size bed instead of two queens.”

  “Good. I would have felt awkward climbing into your smaller bed.”

  Glancing over, he caught Mal’s grin and returned it with one of his own. God, he loved that man’s smile. “And here I was, wondering how I was going to stay out of yours. I guess it’s a good thing we’re on the same page, huh?”

  “It certainly doesn’t hurt. It’s probably why we’re so good together.”

  Alejandro pulled into a spot and killed the engine. He was smiling when they got their bags out of the trunk, and he was smiling when Mal laced their fingers together as they walked into the lobby. He was still smiling even when they stood outside their room, juggling luggage in order to get the keycard into the slot.

  “I need to shower before we go to the club,” Alejandro said as he hung his garment bag on the closet rail. “Did you want to hop in before or after?”

  Mal rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Given those options, I’m going to have to say…neither.”

  Considering how much time they’d spent in the spray over the weekend, Alejandro shouldn’t have been surprised.

  “I have to shave, though. I always do it as close to a job as I can so I’m as smooth as possible.” A wicked thought made his smile widen. “Unless you’d like the honors.”

  Mal arched his brow and stepped forward, pressing his body against Alejandro’s. “I think I would be very honored to be trusted with such a task.”

  “Just remember we have to be there at seven for the set-up and run-through.” He kissed Mal lightly, aware of the rising erection against his thigh. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

  “Seven? That doesn’t really give me enough time to admire my work, does it?” He threaded his fingers through Alejandro’s. “But I suppose it’s all right. What exactly is the show tonight going to consist of?”

  “Me dancing mostly naked for a lot of horny guys.”

  Grabbing his smaller overnight bag with his toiletries, he pulled
Mal into the bathroom, humming under his breath as he set the water to lukewarm. It wasn’t the most comfortable way to wash up, but when he was freshly shaved, it was the gentlest on his skin. And he didn’t think Mal was even going to be aware of the water temperature once they were both naked again.

  “Sounds like a pretty sweet gig,” Mal said as he stripped out of his clothes. He stepped up behind Alejandro and smoothed his hands down Alejandro’s abdomen to his waistband. “Any touching?”

  His cock jumped as Mal’s fingertips grazed along his shaft. The contact was incidental, but it still made his length stiffen. He was going to have to think the unsexiest thoughts he could while Mal shaved him or his erection was going to get in the way.

  “Depends,” he said, kicking off his pants. Taking out his razor and shaving gel, he climbed into the shower, Mal right behind him. “I usually play it by ear, see what the crowd is like. If it seems like a bunch I can trust not to go too far, I tend to let them touch.” He grinned as he leaned against the wall. “My tips usually triple then.”

  Mal cupped his balls, gently rubbing them with the pads of his fingers. “That makes sense. I can’t say I’d blame them.” He released Alejandro and filled his palm with the shaving gel. It turned to foam as soon as Mal began spreading it over his groin and sac. “God knows I would have given more than a nice tip to get the chance to touch you.”

  He was too curious not to ask. “Have you ever seen me live before?”

  “Oh, no.” His voice was distracted as he reached for the razor. “I…it was torturous enough to see you at the shoots. It didn’t seem like a good idea to seek out more torment.”

  “Torture good, though, right?” Alejandro bit back a groan as Mal grasped his cock to lift it out of his way. “I always used to debate inviting you to shoot, but you were always so professional. There was a while there I wasn’t even sure you were gay.”

  Mal delicately moved the blade over Alejandro’s skin. “It was definitely the good kind of torture. But I had to play it professionally, because you don’t want to get a rep for not being focused. Plus, I never thought…I didn’t think you even noticed me.”