Page 23 of Uriah's Orbit
Grabbing his wrist. I pulled him out of the mirrors and behind them. Before I could do a thing more, he spun us and slammed me against the wall. His lips were on mine before I could blink.
They really were as sweet and pillowy as I had thought. He tasted like strawberries, and his breath was soft and warm. There was nothing terribly soft about the kiss—his lips were hungry, and his tongue was curious. The two inches between our height was perfect—neither of us were fighting gravity.
I hiked my foot up on the wall to brace myself better and pulled Austin in, devouring him and being devoured in turn.
His hand found my cheek as my hands found his hips. I nestled him even closer as he tipped my head and started kissing down my jaw. He licked and nipped and kissed, and trailed down the column of my neck, biting at the junction of my shoulder.
A weakness for me.
My dick had been plumping up, but that made it hard as stone. He sucked in a short breath when he felt it pressed against his own stiff cock. A moment after he started a slow, languorous thrust between us.
I pulled back and gave him just a little push. “Wait, wait.”
He jumped back. “Did I do something wrong? Was it bad?”
“Bad?” I grunted. “No, no.” I took a second to try to think of anything that would make my erection settle the fuck down. “No, Austin. It was good. Really good. That’s why I pushed you back. Wait. Why are you asking me that?”
He instantly went beet red.
Austin Lowell was a virgin gay.
Thatwas how he had been able to hide all this time. He didn’t do anythingor anyone—ever.
I kept my voice down as I cradled his cheek. “Oh, you sweet thing. No, Austin. That was amazing. I wanted to keep going but…you’re in costume. If you kept going, one of us was going to jizz their pants, and that’s not how you want to start your Broadway career.”
He laughed, and dropped his forehead to mine. “Good call.”
“I know you’re not out, so you’d better take a step back before someone comes in here looking for you and finds us standing here, panting at each other, stiff as boards.”
“I don’t care…”
I leaned into his ear. “You do care, Austin. You just want more of that. So do I. But you do not want to out yourself like this. Trust me.”
Taking a deep breath, he stepped back from me. “You’re right. I do care. I can’t come out right now. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to. But, fuck, Uriah…”
I stepped up to him, and gave him a quick, quiet peck on the lips. “After the show. We’ll talk tonight after your listening party.”
I stepped passed him, but he grabbed my arm. “Wait, you’re going? How did you get tickets?”
“One of my best friends is Marcus Romano.”
“The sound tech,” Austin hissed.
“Yup.” I glanced at the clock. “You need to go. You have marks in five minutes.”
“I want to kiss you again.”
“Bad idea. Later. Don’t jizz my costume.”
“I thought it was my costume.”
I looked him up and down. “Pleb. No costume is ever yours in my theater.”
Austin
Ihadn’t ever sweatedas much as I did on stage at the media preview. Nerves, and lights and worry all combined to overwhelm the deodorant I had put on that morning.
We made it through without a single hold, and I only flubbed a single line. I didn’t miss a cue, or a note.
