Celebrity 2 - Acting Out (4 page)

Evan watched the finely pampered ass walk away from him. There was something to be said for hard muscle and soft skin pampered by spa treatments. His hands had glided over Cree, kind of like the way his cock had glided like silk between Evan’s lips. There would definitely need to be a replay.

He shucked his clothes and climbed onto the bed. Should he push the sheets down? He decided not to, since loose sheets always seemed to get trapped between slick bodies. He didn’t want any interruptions when he finally entered Cree.

God, he could hardly believe he was going to. Hell, he could hardly believe Cree had let him suck him off. Hollywood royalty and Evan had been permitted to polish his wood.

As he thought the words, his mind balked. It had been so much more than getting off. His smile faltered. When this thing was over, and Evan was sure it would end soon, it would be better to pretend fucking hadn’t been so much fun with Cree.

They didn’t have a future anyway. Not really. How could he have a lasting relationship with an actor? Who’d want to risk that? There was only now and making their sexual encounters as fantastic as possible, because that’s all they had.

When David Fowler was located and Evan found a lawyer to slap a subpoena on him, Evan was heading back to Indiana. He had loose ends to tie up and a mother to make sure never needed to work another day in her life. Evan wouldn’t let her unless she wanted to. She’d held three jobs and missed out of college because of David. She deserved to take the rest of her life easy, and Evan was going to see to it.

Cree came back with a bottle of lube and several condoms. He dropped all but one condom and the lube on the nightstand and brought the others to the bed. Evan grabbed him by the wrist and hauled him down. His tug knocked Cree off balance, and instead of hitting the bed, Cree sprawled on top of Evan.

He wrapped Cree close, daring to be familiar with the man who’d been nothing but his boss until tonight. Grab life by the horns. Grab Cree by the cock. Live for the moment.

Evan smiled at him. “I love your eyes.”
“I love your smile. You scowl too much.”
“I’ll stop scowling,” Evan promised. “If you begin every day

with a kiss.”
“What will you do if I begin every day with a fuck?” Cree
asked.
“Pretty much anything you want.”
“You do that now.”
“Yeah, but I’ll get to see your come face and that’ll just make
me want to keep you happy so I can jump your ass at the next
available moment,” Evan reasoned.
“Speaking of my ass.” Cree reached between them to fondle
Evan’s shaft.
Evan nipped his shoulder. “Tease.”
“You have hair,” Cree breathed.
He moved down Evan’s body, drawing first one nipple, then
the other, into his mouth. Evan bit his lip to keep from moaning.
He was almost afraid to move or make noise in case Cree stopped.
Cree had gotten off, after all. It wasn’t like he
had
to let Evan fuck
him. That he seemed to want it, definitely filled Evan’s cock to
capacity.
Cree kissed his way down, nuzzling Evan’s balls when he got
there.
“Cree?”
Cree dragged the flat of his tongue over Evan’s sac. “Are you one of those guys who thinks that gay sex is jacking
each other off, or taking turns cock sucking?”
Cree pushed up, his brows lifted.
“Cut it out.”
“What?” Cree asked.
“The eyebrow thing. Quit it and come back up here,” Evan told
him.
“Do I have to? I was just getting to know this gorgeous slab of
beef down here.”
Evan chuckled. “Shake hands later. Hell, give it a kiss of
brotherhood later. Right now, I want to fuck your ass before you
change your mind.”
Cree’s expression grew serious. He climbed up Evan, hovering
over him when he stopped. “I’m not going to change my mind.” Evan wrapped his legs around Cree’s hips and flipped him. It
wasn’t a sexy flip, but it got the job done. He saw the amusement
in Cree’s eyes, and dived in to kiss it away. He wanted Cree’s eyes
filled with need, not laughter. He needed to carry the look in his
memories for the day they walked away from each other. “Ready?” Evan asked.
Nudging Cree’s legs apart, Evan knelt between his thighs. He
groped for the lube and readied the condom, which he put
unwrapped on Cree’s belly. Then, still distracting him with kisses,
Evan stroked his fingertips over Cree’s ass.
By the time Cree was ready, his hips were pushing into Evan’s
probing fingers. Evan pressed the condom covered tip of his cock
to Cree’s ass. Cree bore down on him, and Evan sucked in sharply
as furnace heat enveloped his head.
Cree didn’t seem to want to slow down, so watching his face
closely, Evan flexed his hips, sliding his cock home. Cree lifted a
leg, and Evan hooked it over his shoulder. He did the same with
the other leg, shuddering as his balls pressed exposed ass. “You feel so good,” Cree said on a moan.
His black glam eyeliner had smudged, but it only served to
make his sexy eyes smokier. And for some reason the smudging
also made Evan feel like he’d undone Cree. That he’d broken the
Hollywood image and seen the real man as who he was beneath the
perfect look. God, it was hot.
“I think you stole my line,” Evan protested.
Cree laughed breathlessly.
Evan moved in him. It was just as silky smooth as the rest of
Cree’s body. He glided into Cree, felt every involuntary squeeze of
his tight ring on Evan’s cock. Cree remembered Evan’s request to
look at him, and their eyes locked, inches away between kisses. When Evan ground deep, he angled himself to hit Cree’s
prostate. He was already hard again and Evan looked down
between them to see the way the other man’s thickened cock
vibrated on each thrust.
“Are you close?” Evan asked him.
“Yeah.”
“Jack off for me.”
Cree took himself in his hand and worked his cock. Evan
pounded his ass as he looked on. He was close, too, but he wanted
to see Cree shoot first. He
needed
to see Cree shoot.
Cree’s grunts came in time with each tug to his cock. “Fuck, yeah. Do it, Cree. Let me see your load.”
Cree’s eyes slitted, his neck arched, each tendon going tight as
his mouth hung open in loud groaning pants. Evan pulled out and
slammed in.
“Do it. Show me your sweet cum while I’m in your ass,” Evan
commanded.
Cree’s head pressed into the pillow. With a sharp cry, cum
sprayed thickly over Evan’s chest. It was exactly what Evan
needed. Two more thrusts and he hissed as he filled the condom,
his full attention on Cree’s parted, perfect lips.
Evan gently shrugged off Cree’s legs. They hit the mattress
hard and Cree laughed. It wasn’t often that Evan got to see him
that relaxed and easy. It was a good look for him. Evan leaned
down and kissed his neck.
“I’m going to be sore for a week,” Cree mock-complained. “Or longer, depending on how long you want this to run.” Cree’s brows drew together slightly. “Meaning?”
“Meaning, movie star Cree Radek just let his nobody assistant fuck him. How long before the paparazzi gets wind of this and
denials get issued?”
“I don’t share my personal life.”
“Neither do I, but you’re a public figure.”
Cree rolled away from him. Evan scrambled to hold onto the
base of his condom. He sighed and went to the bathroom to clean
up. The bright bathroom lighting, compounded by the skylight
high overhead, made a stark contrast from the lush, dark tones of
the bedroom. Evan turned on the tap and washed up.
“I just mean that public figures aren’t always in control of the
information that gets out there,” Evan said.
Cree appeared at the doorway, leaning against the frame on one
hand. “There has to be a leak first. Are you planning on being a
leak?”
“No.” Evan’s exasperation sharpened his tone.
He wetted a cranberry colored washcloth and handed it to Cree.
Then he shook water droplets off his hands, turned off the faucet,
and dried them on the thick matching towel.
“Besides, if we have a thing going on, don’t you think people
might notice after a while?” Evan added.
“No, I don’t.”
“Then what happens if I screw up? I’m not used to public
scrutiny.”
“But you’re a master at regulating your features. Regulate them
in public,” Cree finished. He tossed the used washcloth on the
countertop and walked back to the bedroom.
Evan followed him. “Why am I the bad guy all the sudden?” Cree looked at him flatly. All the tenderness of mere minutes
ago had vanished.
“What? I’m being realistic.”
“You’re being a dick,” Cree countered. He pulled a clean shirt
from his dresser and put it on. Foregoing underwear, he dragged on
his black jeans.
Evan stalked to him. “You’re the one who’s fucking with my
head.”
Cree’s gaze dropped to Evan’s
head
.
“At least give me some credit for understanding how things
work.”
“Please, share with the class,” Cree snapped.
“I’m not expecting anything from you. Nothing. I’ve been here
long enough to see the life you have to lead. Parties, women, men,
contracts, long nights and quick mornings, shoots, publicity
appearances, interviews—you name it, you have to do it.” “And?”
“You don’t have to coddle me or worry about hurt feelings. I
get it. You can’t commit, especially to someone who isn’t in the
biz. Especially to someone who has no impact on your career. It
sounds harsh, but we both know it’s true.” Evan folded his arms
across his chest.
“Put your clothes on.”
“No. I’m talking right now.”
“You’re saying a lot of bullshit is what you’re doing,” Cree
argued. He faced off with Evan, hands on his hips. Like this,
Cree’s smeared eyeliner made him look dangerous, not seductive.
Nothing had changed, but everything had changed.
“What’s wrong with you? You’re supposed to be happy about
having convenient sex with someone who’s discreet, who won’t
expect anything more from you than mutual satisfaction. What the
fuck, Cree?”
* * *

Goddamn, Evan’s words hurt. They pierced him straight through the chest and festered. Evan expected so little of him. Everything he’d said was superficial. Did he really see Cree that way? Cree had been thinking of a possible relationship with Evan. He’d taken for granted that Evan’s nerves had been because he worried about the risk of investing in each other, too. But all Evan had been thinking was that he’d get to have a one-night stand with a movie star.

Cree’s throat burned. He squeezed his waist to keep his hands from shaking. Humiliation burned behind his eyes. He’d been used. Just like everyone else in Hollywood. Fucked in one way or another by whomever came along to stick it to him.

He looked away, making the mistake of looking at the rumpled bedcovers. He could still feel Evan. Every kiss. Every touch. Every moment of his desperate invasion. Had it been so heartless? Had Cree been the only one actually opening up his soul—for
this
?

Cree stood his ground with difficulty. “You’ve had what you want. It’s my turn.”
“Don’t be like that.”
“What, honest? It’s more dignity than you’ve given me.”
Concern veiled Evan’s eyes. “Please,” he pled. “Talk to me. What did I do that made you so upset?”
It took a minute to unclench his jaw. He already felt like his chest was a gaping wound. What would a little salt and lemon juice be in opening up farther? “You underestimated me.”
Evan’s expression encouraged him to continue.
“I want you to expect more from me. From us. I want your feelings to hurt if you think you aren’t enough. Then I want you to talk to me about it so we can fix it. I want you to care if you think I’m looking at another guy. I want you to miss me when I’m not around, but not because you want to get your rocks off.”
The admission took too much. Cree retrieved Evan’s clothes and tossed them at his chest. Evan caught them unconsciously.
“You want a relationship?” Evan defined incredulously.
“I wanted to
try
, Evan. You didn’t.”
A thousand emotions flitted across Evan’s face. He looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t fix on what to start with. Finally the air rushed out of Evan’s lungs telling him the one thing Cree didn’t want to hear. “I can’t.”
Evan’s unemotional work-mask fell into place. Cree’s lover was gone. His mind raced with a way to bring him back, words he could use to egg him into another fight. Anything to get him to look at Cree like he mattered, even if it was pity.
“Why not?” was all Cree could manage around the lump in his throat.
“Because I’m not stupid. I know how things work here and I know that even with the best of intentions, bad decisions are made that destroy people’s lives. I know that once you’re in Hollywood, your soul gets sucked out of you and no one matters but the person in the mirror.”
“You think that about me?” Cree asked.
Evan yanked on his jeans in barely controlled anger. His jaw set stubbornly, and as Cree asked his question, Evan’s eyes flicked up to him dismissively before he continued getting dressed.
“Not yet, but I will. Then I’ll hate myself for giving in to a moment because some hot guy made me forget long enough to believe a flightless dream.”
Cree closed his eyes on the pain. It wasn’t getting better, it was getting worse. This discussion made him hurt so much more than he’d already been. “Your faith in me is spectacularly low.”
“Cree, you might be the best thing to enter my life. I’ve known you two weeks. They’ve been intense, but I don’t trust myself to say that it’s worth the risk of a long-term heartbreak.”
“So you’re opting for short-term decimation.”
“I’m suggesting casual sex with a guy I really want to be with, and hoping it’s enough for him, too.”
Cree nodded, preferring it to words. Evan was dressed. “I need to think about it.”
Evan reached for him.
Cree jerked out of reach before he touched him. “You’d better go.”
“Cree—”
“No. Just leave.”
Evan huffed, defeated most likely. “What about dinner?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“I’ll make some in case you change your mind,” Evan offered.
“Shut the door on the way out.”

Evan had been walking on eggshells for the past five days. Cree kept things purely business. Running lines was done at the dining room table, nowhere close to touching. The dinner Evan had made did get eaten, but Cree had declined letting him cook since. Instead, it was an assortment of peanut butter sandwiches or random food deliveries.