Page 28 of Shades of Henry
Without warning, his thoughts turned toward his breakup. He’d thought Teddy had loved him, but he’d just been really excited by the “rent boy on the side” idea.
And then they turned towardHenry’sbreakup, and the look on Henry’s face when he’d mumbled, “Don’t make me say that word.”
With a groan, Lance rolled over to his front and buried his face in the rumpled sheets of the bed.
“Lance!” Dex moved to sit on the bed and started to rub his back. “Buddy, what’s wrong?”
Oh God. This was the wrong person to talk to.
Lance looked at Henry’s brother and heard the way Henry called him Davy, and the shame of having not treated Davy better, and the half-worshipful way he felt about his brother now.
“Oh Jesus,” he mumbled. “I have got to pull my shit together.”
He wasn’t surprised when Dex draped the robe over his shoulders, but he was disappointed.
“No sex today?” he mumbled.
“Not for you, buddy.” Dex ruffled his hair. “Conrad? You do test stuff with Kent to keep him company. You want to film a scene with him?”
Conrad looked up from where Kent was kissing his neck and tried to focus. “But I’m homely as a potato,” he said in honest surprise.
Lance chortled into the sheets, and Dex contained a snort. “Only to the blind. Kent thinks you’re beautiful, and I think his fans will too. Trust me—you’ll give the average guys something to shoot for.”
“He’s hung like a donkey,” Kent mumbled, sliding his hands down the back of Conrad’s pants.
“Down boy,” Dex barked, and both of them pulled in a deep breath, like they werebothturned on.
Dex sat a little straighter. “O…kay. I’ve got an idea. You two, different sides of the bed. I’m going to go make a call. I’ve got a guy—new, a little dominant—and all he’s gonna do is tell you two lovebirds how to fuck each other silly. How’s that sound?”
Conrad moaned a little, and his hand snuck toward the button of his jeans.
“Stop!” Dex barked, and before their eyes, Conrad’s dick unfurled under the denim.
“Wow,” Lance whispered.
“Like a frickin’ donkey,” Kent breathed. “Can you hurry it up, Dex? This is the greatest thing to ever happen to me.”
“Glory hallelujah,” Dex said dryly. “Now you two, across the room from each other.” He made eye contact with Lance, who nodded, because both of them were apparently subby as hell. “And don’t come.”
They gave a matched pair of delighted whimpers, and Kent dragged himself away from his lover, practically stumbling naked to the opposite wall.
“I’m going to go make a call and get John to take over the camera,” Dex said. “Lance, go shower, then meet me in my office, okay?”
“Half an hour?” Lance said.
Dex looked at the guys. “Can you wait that long?”
They were apparently eye-fucking, because they both nodded dreamily, like edging with just their gazes was a real thing.
Lance wrapped his robe tight around himself, grabbed his clothes from the cubby on the edge of the wall, and left the sex-saturated room. A part of him was aroused—because that yearning between Kent and Conrad had been damned hot—but part of him was perplexed.
This used to be so easy.
When had walking into the room, getting an erection, and getting off gotten to be a problem?
He had, in fact, felt sexier, more excited, when he and Henry had been doing their thing with the spaghetti.
A HALFan hour later, he was fresh and clean, hair washed, body loose and unsatisfied. He walked down the hall from the showers to the office, pausing by the scene room. The door was open, which happened sometimes to give the cameraman room. Dex and John were absolutely adamant that nobody notin the businessbe allowed towalk past the door from the reception area during business hours, for exactly that reason.
