Page 43 of Jace 4Ever
Nelson
Three months later…
“Nelson!”
Cary’s voice snapped in my ear and jerked me out of my stare.
“What?”
“Have you heard a fucking word I said?”
“We were talking about…”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Nels, what has you so damn distracted?”
That would be my adorable, sweet twink bottom I spent most of the night fucking. He was still asleep in my bed, looking adorable with his bed head and red ass.
He liked a spanking. Apparently, along with satin and lace panties and thigh high stockings, so did I.
“You’ve got someone in your bed, don’t you?”
I chuckled. “Yes.”
She sighed. “I was talking about three scripts I was going to messenger up to you. I want you to look at them. Two are by request of the producers, and one is by request of the director. I’m only sendingSo the Wind Blowsto shut DeMarques up. It’s not a fit for you. Just read and reject. The other two I want you to seriously consider. TheDarling Murderscript is fantastic, and it’s a new to Hollywood author and holy crap is she good.”
“Got it,” I said.
“Now, let’s talk about the Oscars.”
My groan escaped before I stop myself. “Do we have to?”
“You need a suit, and you should have a date. Is the woman in your bed right now willing to be seen with you?”
My stomach flipped. “I don’t need a date.”
“Nelson, you need a date. You’ve had one every year.” I could hear her flipping through her notes. “There’s a dozen women who would happily walk down that red carpet with you. I just need to know who so I can get them dressed properly. Do you want someone equal or would you like to escort a minor celeb this time?”
My shoulder found the edge of the doorframe and I leaned there as I stared into the room, at the bed with beautiful Jace lying there, sleeping after our latest round of the best sex I’d ever had. I never corrected anyone when they assumed I was straight. Maybe this was my time.
I’d already played with the idea of him going with me. It was a passing whim on a balcony before Uriah and the kids were kidnapped.
We stood quietly lookingout at the lights of the city.
“So, can I ask?” I said, lifting an eyebrow.
Austin shrugged.
“What are you really afraid of?”
“What?”
I leaned against the wall. “It’s clear you’ve known for years that you’re gay. It’s clear that your bandmates support you and have no problem with you being gay. Uriah will wait for you, but only so long. So what are you really afraid of?”
Chewing his lip, Austin stared out at the lights of the city at night. I knew that look—I’d had it many times. Just thinking about things.
“I’m afraid that too many of our fans will…” Austin trailed off.
“Desert you? Hate you? Turn on you?”
