Page 27 of Glitter

“Holy fuck.” Ruben Steele had been starring in movies since he was a teenager, and conservative America adored him. No wonder it had been all over the news. I’d never had the option of choosing to come out or not, because I’d always been very obviously gay, but I couldn’t think of anything worse than being outed against my will. And to do it to someone so famous? It was times like these when I was glad that I didn’t live my life in the spotlight. “I hope he’s got some good friends supporting him at the moment. He’d be needing them.”

“Yeah.” His eyes refocused as he sat back on his sofa, his internet sleuthing apparently over for now. “Anyway, I was thinking of watchingThe Polka-Dot Whale. It’s been out a while now, and I figure it should be easy enough to find via one of the more common streaming services.”

I nodded absently, picking up the iron and attacking the last shirt. “You want some company? We could watch it together even though we’re both in our own homes. Grab some popcorn, settle in…”

Henry grinned. “That sounds perfect. Do you have much more ironing?”

I shook my head, furiously pressing the shirt in question to get it done quicker. “This is the last one. I haven’t eaten dinner yet though, so I’m going to need to grab something before we hit play.”

“That’s okay. We could eat dinner together, too.” He paused for a moment. “I mean, if you want to, of course.”

I paused my ironing for a moment just to peek at him and grin. “Of course I do, pocket bear. I think that’s a great idea. Dinner and a movie. I like it.”

Even with the iron hissing at me again when I pressed it down one last time, I could hear the breath he’d been holding release with relief. “Okay. Good. You could come over and watch it here if you want?”

Regrettably, I shook my head. “As much as I’d love to do that, I’ve still got a load of laundry in the wash. I need to hang around until it’s done.”

“That’s fair.” Henry nodded in understanding before scratching his chin in thought. “Are you doing anything tomorrow night? I’d like to take you out for a dinner somewhere.”

Grinning up a storm, I wiggled my eyebrows at him as I turned my iron off and stood it on its end to cool down before putting it away. “Are you asking me out on a date, pocket bear?”

He flushed, but he never moved his eyes from mine, his gorgeous eyes twinkling. “Maybe.”

“ThenmaybeI’ll have to say that I’m not doing anything tomorrow night and that I’d love to go to dinner somewhere with you,” I said, convinced that my eyes were sparkling just as much as his were. “Would six-thirty sound like a reasonable time?”

“That sounds perfect.” His eyes heated as they gazed at me through the screen. “If I can be so bold as to make one request?”

“Of course,” I replied, my curiosity piqued.

“Wear your lace?”

I felt my eyes hood with desire as my cock went from zero to one hundred in point two seconds flat. I licked my lips, seeing Henry’s now hooded eyes track the movement. “Oh, sweetheart. I would love nothing better than to do that. I can’t let you keep just one pair, can I?”

He remained silent but shook his head, eager as a puppy. I could see his arm move right before he let out a wanton groan. I couldn’t be sure, but I would have bet money that he was trying to press down on his hard cock.

“Maybe this time, I’ll wear white.” I watched his arm move again, this time being a lot more obvious in what he was doing. “You want me to be your angel, don’t you, pocket bear?”

“Yes…” He moaned as the sound of him jerking filled my phone’s speakers.

I leaned over my ironing board with one arm bracing me and ducked my other hand into my sweats to give my cock a slow stroke. Fuck, this wasn’t going to take long. “I’ll be your angel, Henry. The lace I have in mind is snow white. So pure.” I felt my cock thicken, so I wrapped my fingers around the base, strangling it so I could come at the same time as Henry.

I watched as his eyes closed and his head fell back onto the back of his sofa, the slick noise of him jerking getting me even closer.

Pushing my sweats down to free my cock, I stepped out from behind the ironing board so he could see me. “Open your eyes, pocket bear. I want to see you watch me.” His eyes flew open and bounced around the room before they settled on me and focused. “Can you see me, Henry? See what you’re doing to me?”

He licked his lips and nodded, his eyes never leaving the screen, even though I could see his arm moving faster.

“Move the camera back, sweetheart. I want to see you, like you can see me.”

Panting, Henry didn’t move the camera; instead, he moved himself further back, never removing his rolling hand from his cock as he shifted.

“Perfect. That’s perfect.” I let out a moan at the sight of his almost purple cock straining to come. “You look so good like that, all debauched for me. Sweating and panting for me.” Ilet my hand fly over my cock. “Can you imagine me wearing my white lace, Henry? You’ll see them tomorrow, but can you imagine what I would look like with them on now?”

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, his hips shifting off the couch as he thrust his cock into his fist. “I’m close.”

“They hug my hips so well, Henry. Much tighter than the black ones I wore yesterday.”

He closed his eyes as he let out another groan, his hand moving so fast the camera was having trouble tracking it.

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