Page 89 of Bobby Green
Bobby groaned, sliding out of Reg’s mouth and rolling to his side, and Reg flailed, trying to anchor himself to something, anything, because he was going to bounce off the ceiling, for fucking chrissakes, he really was.
“Sh.” Bobby rolled back over, reaching around to grab the back of Reg’s neck and hold him still. “Stay there.”
Reg nodded, held in place by Bobby’s will and the firm, not painful, grip on his neck.
Bobby moved some more, until he was lying on top of Reg, their wet groins mashed together. Instead of frotting or grabbing or any of the sex things, though, Bobby just kissed him gently, opening his mouth and going in. Every time Reg’s body gave a sharp tremble, Bobby kissed him harder, longer, the kissing the main thing, not a buildup to something else.
Reg moaned, and then softer and softer, until when Bobby pulled away, Reg lay limp against the quilt, freezing except for where Bobby was touching him.
“Sorry,” Reg breathed, one last hard shudder racking him. “So sorry.”
“Sh.” Bobby kissed him again, and then again, finally rolling over to his side and taking Reg with him until they were face-to-face. With some wiggling and squirming, they kicked the quilt down to the bottom of the bed so Bobby could pull it over their shoulders, but he stayed close, close enough that their chests touched when they both breathed in at the same time.
Finally Reg’s breathing returned to almost normal. He groaned and pushed his face into Bobby’s chest. “Goddammit, I’m going to have to call Dex.”
“Yeah,” Bobby murmured. “I wondered about that. What happened?”
Reg shook his head. “I… I don’t know. I just needed. Just needed you. That’s never—that’s never happened to me before. Not even when I was a kid and I was made of jizz. I don’t understand. I just… it was like, today, when I saw you in the hall. It was like you got taken far away from me, and I needed you back.”
“Mm.” Bobby rubbed his palm along the outside of Reg’s arm. “It’s the job, Reg,” he said after a painful moment. “Someone else touched me. It made you mad.”
“Yes!” Oh my God! The words were like an explosion in his head, all the words—painful words—likejealousyandfaithfulnessandcheatingrolled into his heart. “Wait—how come… I mean, I’ve never felt that before. Jesus, Bobby, how come I’ve never thought of that before?”
He was starting to shake again, and Bobby hushed him until he calmed down. “Maybe this is special,” Bobby whispered. “Maybe I’m special to you.”
“Yeah.” The word seemed to hurt Reg’s throat. “I knew that.”
Bobby closed his eyes softly, and when he opened them, they were bright and shiny. “I don’t want to be with anyone else. Does that help?”
“Even that guy?” Reg asked, because this had seemed to make the wound worse. “Keith Gilmore? What if he—”
Bobby shook his head. “No. Blackmail, Reg. I had sex on film today. For money. And I don’t feel dirty.Keithmade it dirty.”
Oh! Reg’s eyes burned. “Did I?”
“No.” Bobby kissed him, almost chastely, like a big brother, on the lips. “No.”
“This is so confusing,” Reg admitted. “But you… like this. You feel… bigger.” He grimaced. “Not your dick, but that thing—ain’t getting any smaller.” He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against Bobby’s chest. “Just… just you. In my heart. You’re bigger than I’ve had. It’s like… like my heart has to get used to your size.”
Bobby let out a little laugh. “Fair enough. But maybe… you know. Try to find the words before we have to call our boss again and say we had sex when we weren’t supposed to.”
“Augh!” Reg was suddenly so contrite he almost couldn’t stand it. “I just mauled you all over your body, and Dex is gonna kill me, and—”
“Sh….” Bobby kissed his forehead, and Reg took a deep breath. “Good. Like that,” Bobby urged. “Ain’t nothin’ bad gonna happen tonight.”
REG WENTin to talk to Dex while Bobby was working on his phone with Kelsey. He asked for John at first, because he was used to John being in charge, but Dex gave a tired smile.
“John’s got sort of a family thing going now. He’ll be back in a month or two. Right now I’m what you got.”
Reg shrugged. John had been looking pretty strung out the last time Reg had seen him—greasy hair, bad complexion. Reg knew the signs—a lot of his friends from high school had made themselves crazy on drugs. If John was doing rehab, good for him.
“You’re good,” he decided. “I, uh… well, I’ve got a shoot in two days, and I sort of….” The blush caught him by surprise. “Uh, need another day.”
Dex’s eyebrows shot up. “Do I want to know why?”
“So I can test with the window?” Reg thought that would be obvious.
“I figured that,” Dex said impatiently. “Why would you blow your abstinence? I mean, what’s it been—ten years? If you didn’t think with that thing when you were a kid, I don’t know why you’d let it do the talking now.”
