Jealousy flooded Corey, strong enough to taste. He slammed the book closed, causing Sean to jump.
“They’re all staged,” Sean said hastily, reaching for the portfolio. “I didn’t have sex with any of them.”
Corey held the book out of Sean’s reach. “I know. And I wouldn’t care if you’d done porn to pay your bills. Hell, I’m the one who kills people for a living,” Corey growled darkly. “It’s just…seeing you with other men…it fucking turns me on and pisses me off at the same time. That’s pretty fucked up.”
Sean stopped trying to grab the portfolio away from Corey. “I don’t do those kinds of shoots anymore.”
Corey dismissed Sean’s words with a wave of his hand. “I know you have to do what you have to do. It’s your job. As hot as it is to see you with another hot guy, I don’t like the idea of anyone else touching you.”
Sean sat beside Corey, tense and silent.
Corey gave a self-deprecating laugh. “Christ, you hear that all the time, don’t you?”
“Hear what?” Sean looked surprised.
“That you’re fucking gorgeous.” Corey finally handed over the portfolio. What the fuck was he even doing there? What could Sean possibly see in him? “I must make you feel like you’re slumming.”
“What?” Sean demanded, incredulous. “Why would you say that? You can make better looking men than me come in their pants with just a look.”
Corey laughed helplessly at the absurdity of the idea. He stared at his feet that had so recently been gray and scaly, sloughing skin in sickening chunks. “Yeah. Well. I like your pictures. I know my opinion doesn’t matter, but I really like them.”
He watched curiously as Sean paged through the portfolio and scrounged in one of the plastic sheets. He handed Corey a small copy of one of his fashion photos. He was clothed, but his dress shirt hung open, giving a mouth-watering view of his muscled chest and defined abs. “Your opinion matters to me. A lot.”
“You get told all the time how good looking you are,” Corey said, cupping the precious photo in one of his oversized, roughly calloused hands.
“Not by you, I don’t.” Sean’s tone was shy and unsure.
Corey’s head snapped up. “I didn’t think you needed to hear it from me.”
Sean shrugged. “One of the things I really like about you is that you treat me like any other guy. You’re not fixated on my looks. You don’t insist we always go out so people can see us together. You tell me about yourself. And not just the pretty things.”
Corey didn’t know what to say. He was just being himself with Sean. He didn’t think he’d done anything all that special. Corey pulled his wallet from his back pocket and inserted the small photo.
Clearing his throat, he said, “Shall we start the movie?” He looked over at Sean as he set his wallet on the table beside him.
“Sure,” Sean replied, retrieving the remote. He looked like he was trying to suppress a grin.
To Corey, Sean never looked sexier than when he was playful and flirty. Before he could think about it, Corey reached over and took Sean’s face between both of his hands. Corey plunged his tongue into Sean’s mouth. He licked at Sean for several moments, hearing his breathing speed up and feeling him slowly relax against Corey’s body.
Pulling back with a wet sound, Corey was pleased with himself for putting that bemused, aroused expression on Sean’s face.
He stopped trying to follow the movie. Corey wasn’t even sure what they were supposed to be watching. The heat of Sean’s body burned against the side of his own. He caught Sean’s clean, musky scent with nearly every breath. Corey gave in to his urge. He draped his arm around Sean’s shoulders and tugged. Sean eagerly lay back against Corey’s chest, resting his head against Corey’s shoulder.
Corey slowly ran his hands up and down Sean’s arms. He nuzzled Sean’s temple and ear, breathing in the scents of his skin and his hair. Sean twined their legs together, running a foot repeatedly along Corey’s calf. He lazily skimmed one palm distractedly over Corey’s inner thigh.
Sean’s breathing was rapid and shallow. Corey took Sean’s earlobe into his mouth and suckled it, dragging his teeth lightly along the soft flesh. Sean moaned softly. Corey ran his hands over Sean’s chest and shoulders, skimming them over the quivering muscles of Sean’s belly.
Corey pressed a line of open-mouthed kisses down the length of Sean’s neck. Sean’s hand on his thigh stopped moving, gripping him tightly instead. Corey slid his legs against Sean’s restless ones. He nipped lightly at Sean’s throat and neck. He soothed the same skin with swipes of his tongue. Sean arched against Corey, as if trying to give him more access to all the best parts of Sean’s body.
The movie ended and Sean roused himself enough to lean forward to retrieve the remote. Corey dragged his own T-shirt up over his head and set it aside. Before Sean could lean back against him, Corey tugged his shirt up and off.
“I wanna feel skin,” he murmured, pulling Sean’s naked back up against his own bare chest.
Sean rubbed against Corey, releasing a noise from low in his throat that damn near sounded like a purr. Corey ran the tip of his tongue along the shell of Sean’s ear. Sean shuddered against him. He moaned and Corey felt the vibration of it through Sean’s back.
Corey ran his palms over Sean’s shoulders and down his chest. He pressed his hands, fanning his fingers, against Sean’s firm stomach. The muscles quivered at his touch. Corey slid his hands upward and palmed each of Sean’s nipples. He took them between his fingers and tugged, making them swell and harden. Sean arched slightly, pushing his chest forward into Corey’s hands.
The front of Sean’s jeans tented, his arousal obvious. Corey sucked at Sean’s neck, careful not to leave bruises, but wringing more moans from him. He was so focused on Sean’s pleasure, Corey startled when Sean’s hand settled on his groin and gripped his still flaccid cock through his jeans.
Corey gasped and almost shoved Sean’s hand away. Relief swept through him when he remembered that Sean knew and understood. Corey didn’t have to worry that Sean would misunderstand the cause. Because it certainly wasn’t a case of Corey not wanting Sean.
“Did you bring your prescription?” Sean asked in a harsh whisper, as if reading Corey’s mind.
“In my bag,” he said against Sean’s temple. “I’ll take one when I’m done here.”
Sean continued to rub Corey through his jeans. It felt good but his body still wasn’t responding. Corey refused to worry about it. He’d jump start things in a minute. He lowered his hands and opened the front of Sean’s jeans, revealing a huge bulge in the front of brightly colored briefs.
Corey eased Sean’s erection out of his clothes and stroked it firmly. Sean lifted his hips, pushing into Corey’s hand with each stroke.
“Do you wanna go into the bedroom?” Sean asked on a gasp.
Corey lifted his free hand to cup Sean’s cheek. He turned Sean’s face toward his own, looking down at his puffy lips, feeling his hot breath as it ghosted over Corey’s own mouth. “When I’m done with you,” he answered in a rough whisper, staring into Sean’s lust-darkened eyes.
He lowered his head and pressed their mouths together. Corey pushed his tongue past Sean’s lips. He didn’t seal their mouths, instead licking at Sean and encouraging him teasingly to do the same.
Sean gasped repeatedly into and against Corey’s mouth. His hips moved rhythmically in time with Corey’s hand. Corey kept his grip firm and his pace quick. He wanted to make Sean come. Corey wanted to hear Sean’s cries. He wanted to see the hot spunk spill from the reddened tip of Sean’s dick. Corey wanted to feel Sean’s body shudder and shake against his own, as he rode out the waves of his climax.
He didn’t have long to wait. Sean’s hand released Corey’s cock and came up to cradle the back of his head. His other hand covered Corey’s on his cock, twining their fingers and taking up Corey’s rhythm.
“Nuh,” Sean grunted against Corey’s lips, “you’re gonna make me come,” he growled.
“Good,” Corey replied, smiling against Sean’s swollen mouth.
At the feel of Sean’s cock swelling in his palm, Core looked down. Their joined hands worked rapidly over Sean’s generous erection. The dusky red head repeatedly disappeared in their hands, reappearing moments later. It glistened with the moisture of Sean’s pre-come.
Corey tightened his grip when Sean’s cock pulsed. He felt an extra rush of blood just beneath the skin. Sean’s breath hitched and his body tightened.
“Watch it,” Corey ordered in a low voice. “Watch yourself come in our hands.”
Sean turned obediently to watch as the first pearly drops of come spilled from the slit of his dick. “Fuuuck,” he hissed, his body vibrating and quaking violently. “Oh God, I’m coming.”
Corey wrapped his free arm around Sean’s chest and held him steady. Together, they watched Sean’s cock pump stream after stream of come over his belly. Corey held him steady as Sean painted his tanned skin with sticky ropes of come. Some of the warm spunk coated their joined fingers, but most streaked Sean’s body.
“That’s so fucking gorgeous,” Corey murmured to Sean as he held onto him. “You’re so hot when you come.” He held Sean’s body tightly to his own as he quaked, trapped by his brutal climax.
“Shit,” Sean sighed harshly when his orgasm finally released him. He collapsed against Corey, chest heaving as he greedily sucked in deep breaths.
Corey pressed his face to the join of Sean’s neck and shoulder. He breathed deeply, enjoying the addition of sweat to Sean’s heady scent. He couldn’t believe his own cock was still soft after all that. He knew he had to get up and take one of his blue pills. Corey wanted to fuck Sean badly and he wasn’t going to let his fucking emotional bullshit get in the way.
He hooked his heel on the edge of the ottoman and gave it a shove. It slid easily across the carpet. Corey manhandled Sean to a standing position, holding him steady as he didn’t seem to have control of his body again.
Corey pushed himself to his feet. He wrapped his arms around Sean’s chest and guided him to the ottoman. “I’m going to gather up some things,” he whispered against the moist, warm skin behind Sean’s ear. “Sit here and wait for me.” Corey helped Sean to sit down on the edge of the ottoman.
Returning to the bedroom, Corey reached into the side pocket of his ruck. He retrieved the tall bottle of lubricant, a strip of condoms, and the amber prescription bottle. Corey poured a Viagra into his palm and returned the bottle to his bag.
Corey tried to be discreet when he returned to the living room and used the last of his soda to wash down the pill.
“So I’ve got about twenty, thirty minutes to get you turned on?” Sean asked from his seat on the ottoman, running his palms up and down his thighs.
Corey’s heated blood chilled at Sean’s words. That’s what he’d been afraid of. He stepped in front of Sean again. Corey knelt on the ottoman, straddling Sean’s hips. He pressed his stomach to Sean’s warm chest. Sean looked up at him, pupils still blown wide with desire. Corey cradled his head with both hands and looked down into his beautiful eyes.
“I’m already turned on. I’ve been turned on since I got here. I can’t get any more turned on,” he said slowly and carefully, making sure Sean understood. “My head is fucked up and sometimes it fucks up my body, too. That pill just lets my dick catch up to what my brain already knows.”
Sean frowned as Corey spoke, until understanding smoothed his features. He lifted his arms and wrapped them around Corey’s hips, pressing his face to Corey’s belly. “No, I know that. I’m sorry, I said that all wrong.” Sean placed warm kisses along Corey’s stomach, nipping at his hip bones. “I meant that I have some time to lick and suck you, before you get close to coming.”
Corey slid his hands down Sean’s chest until he gripped his rib cage. Sean’s hands slid down to grasp Corey’s ass. Sean turned his face upward again, he looked at Corey with a hungry expression. Corey leaned over and lowered his head. He dragged his tongue over Sean’s lower lip, teasing Sean into responding in kind.
Corey licked at Sean, rubbed their tongues together and enjoyed Sean’s taste. Sean strained upward into and against Corey’s body. He breathed heavily, trying to push their mouths together and eagerly licking his tongue against Corey’s.
Sean pulled back hastily, his hands coming around to open Corey’s jeans. Reaching into his briefs, Sean gently pulled Corey’s soft cock out into the cooler air. Corey slid off the ottoman and rose to his feet. He gasped when Sean’s warm, wet mouth slid all the way down his length. He carded his fingers through Sean’s soft hair, finally curling his hands into fists.
He watched Sean suck hard on him, drawing back and stretching Corey’s cock as he did. Sean tongued him, flicking the tip into Corey’s slit and circling around just the head. Sean easily buried his face in the sparse, pale hairs at the base of Corey’s dick and he stayed there, breathing deeply with no effort at all.
It felt so fucking good. It wasn’t like Corey had expected. It felt like it did when he had a hard-on, but without the same urgency. He enjoyed the feel of himself inside the tight heat of Sean’s mouth, but Corey didn’t have the same overwhelming desire to push his hips forward.
Sean pulled off and Corey’s flaccid cock hung downward, nestling against the coarse hair. Gently, Sean eased Corey’s ball sac out of his briefs and cradled them. He glanced briefly at Corey’s face, his expression momentarily unguarded.
Corey didn’t like the pain in Sean’s eyes, knowing he was the reason Sean believed he had failed. Corey used his hands in Sean’s hair to pull his head back. Sean groaned, his neck arching, his eyelids heavy. When Sean’s mouth fell open on his groan, Corey almost forgot what he meant to say. He wanted to press Sean into the ottoman and devour his mouth.
“That feels so fucking good,” Corey said, keeping his voice low and suggestive. “You have the best mouth, and I love having it on me.”
Sean’s fingers curled tightly into Corey’s hips. Relief colored his expression, but only because Corey was looking for it. “Is there anything you need me to do to help?”
Corey gave in to his urge and leaned down to give Sean a deep, hard kiss. Their lips slid together wetly and Corey pushed his tongue in and licked at Sean’s. Sean moaned into Corey’s mouth, his fingers tightening on Corey’s hips.