Page 53 of Bobby Green
That could suck cock like a dream—Reg had watched all his videos twice.
Bobby should be getting sex.
It was practically the only thought in Reg’s head.
“You don’t like Truckee?” Reg asked, because it was the last thing Bobby had said and all his other thoughts were of Bobby naked, of Bobby touching Reg’s face, his shoulder, his back,while naked.
“I don’t like… who I am when I’m there,” Bobby said, thinking. “I… I’m just figuring stuff out here. But back home, I have to act like it never occurred to me, you know?”
“What never occurred to you?” Reg watched him lick his lower lip and then sink his teeth into it. Reg chewed his own lip in sympathy, because dammit,he wanted to taste Bobby’s red, swollen mouth.
“That I’m not… not going to get married and have kids and get a job in fast food or law enforcement or anything else that’s available up in the hills.”
Reg frowned, distracted for the moment by the conversation. “Not get married?” he asked, the idea sort of rocking him back in his brain. “Why would you think you wouldn’t—”
Bobby grimaced. “I’m not….” He smiled a little. “I’ve had three scenes with guys,” he said after a moment. “I… I liked them. Liked them better than the scenes with the girls. And I think about it, and I’ve felt like that my whole life. What’s that say?”
Oh.It says you should be sleeping with me! It says there is no reason you and I shouldn’t be having amazing sex right now. You can kiss my neck and rub my lips with your thumb. You can nuzzle my temple and rub my back. And all those things you did before, except withsex.
Reg’s cock ached in his jeans, and he was afraid if he actually said what he was thinking, he would jump on top of Bobby andkisshim. Slowly, intimately, in a way that said he wanted all those things—the sweetness, the touching, and oh my God, Bobby’s cock in his ass!
And that might make Bobby go away again.
Because sex had cost him Bobby’s company last time, and even when they were just watching TV, the company was so much more important than the sex.
Mostly.
Reg swallowed through a dry throat. “It’s… I don’t know,” he said after a painful moment where—against all nature and most of his life’s habit—he tried to beat his boner into submission by the not-awesome power of his not-awesome brain. And in that painful moment of arousal and hesitation, a truth emerged.
“I guess I always thought settling down with a girl was what I was supposed to want—but it’s sort of a pipe dream, right? ’Cause I’ve got to take care of V. Can’t have movie night without someone with her. Can’t….” He grimaced. “I mean, I wouldn’t be no good kind of a father anyway, but I wouldn’t bring a kid here. I… I guess I can keep hoping someone’ll want me for longer’n a night, but you know. Not a brain trust. Right now I’m just lucky people still want to see me use my dick, right?”
Bobby’s face did something complicated then. “You’re kind,” he said after a moment. “You’re loyal. You are friends witheverybody, and not just because you put out. You let easy stuff, things we take for granted—like beer, or a warm meal, or something fun on TV—make you happy. You don’t judge. You’re dedicated to someone who frequently tries to hurt you, and you remember that she doesn’t want to be like this.” Bobby closed his eyes tight, and when he opened them, they were shiny. “There’s a lot more to you than how you use your dick, Reg. I just… I wish I could give you the long-term happy ending. Find a girl for you. Something.”
Oh. Oh oh oh. This was not supposed to be about him.
He rubbed his chest, which had gotten all achy while Bobby was talking. He needed something easy to talk about. Something that would make Bobby laugh so his eyes weren’t all shiny and he didn’t look like he wanted to cry.
“Yeah,” he said, giving what he hoped was a smile. “But I can still use my dick pretty good.”
“Don’t know,” Bobby said, and it looked like he tried to smile, but only one corner of his mouth came up. “I haven’t seen any of your porn.”
Andthatmade Reg laugh. “Well, I’m not showing it to younow. Find something good on TV, okay?”
“Yeah. Sure, Reg.”
Reg had to look at him twice, because something in his voice sounded… wobbly.
But theneverythingin Reg felt wobbly, so he wasn’t sure how he could help.
But as fall progressed, foggy and chill, Reg sure hopedsomethingcould help, because every visit Bobby paid was both wonderful and awful. Reg, who wasn’t a fan of the long make-out session in the porn vids, was suddenly made terribly aware of how the slightest expression, word,smilefrom one person and one person alone could send him rocketing from zero to complete arousal in less than a heartbeat.
And he was terrified of letting on.
By the time Christmas rolled around and Bobby left to visit his family, the pressure in Reg’s chest was so tight he almost couldn’t breathe.
When he dropped the light foil three times in one shoot, Dex called a halt to the scene—which was fine because it was Lance and Rachel, and apparently neither one of them could say who was less attracted to the other.
“You guys, take five.” Dex wrinkled his nose. “And Lance, go see if Billy is available. You guys can have a threesome. He at least knows what to do with….” He made a vague all-encompassing gesture.
