Page 29 of Shades of Henry
Kent was facedown on the comforter, his ripe, muscular ass thrust into the air, while Conrad buried his face between Kent’s cheeks and licked.
Behind Conrad, naked and willing, was a tall kid, maybe nineteen, with deeply tanned or bronzed skin and black hair down to his shoulders. He was fully erect, and decently sized, but that wasn’t the sexiest thing about him. What caught Lance’s attention was the way he was standing—two fingers in Conrad’s asshole, one hand wrapped around his cock, while Conrad gave Kent the rim job.
“Good,” the newcomer whispered in Conrad’s ear. “Now finger him. Slowly. Not fast like I’m doing to you. Not two fingers—oooh, wait, three—like I’m doing to you. One. Slow. Because I fucking said so.”
Lance swallowed and managed to keep his groan—and his hard-on—to himself. Ohfine.Now his cock was working.
But you’d rather watch this scene than participate, right?
The voice shocked him.
Sure, he hadn’t watched a lot of porn since he’d become a model. But then, he’d really only indulged in the low-key, in-house relationships since then too.
Bobby, Reg—yeah, sure, there was the chance there’d be some regret when the person moved on, but in the meantime, it was all safe, sensual, and consensual. What was bad about that?
Except Lance’s body was now on full-on alert, and his heart knew only one thing for certain: he did not want to be the guy in the room. Not today.
He swallowed and kept walking, unwilling to even contemplate what that could mean.
“So,” Dex said as Lance entered the office. “How’re they doing in there?”
Lance gave him a full smile. “It’s gonna be some damned hot porn, sir.”
Dex laughed a little. “Yeah, sometimes shit just falls in your lap, you know?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry it had to, though. I mean, I showed up ready to work.”
Dex (Davy? Dammit, Lance kept thinking of him as Davy.DamnHenry Worrall, anyway!) smiled slightly. “You did, but your heart wasn’t in it. That happens sometimes. We… you know… don’t ever want this to be a place where you feel like youhaveto work.” He reached under his desk and came out with a small packet of whole-wheat wafers, no flavoring, and some vitamin water. “Here. You’ve got to be starving. This’ll tide you over until you can get to the nearest buffet.”
Lance took the packet of wafers, absurdly touched. Healthy with some easy-on-the-stomach carbs, because obviously Dex knew his fasting comedown food. He remembered Henry talking about his brother as a caretaker, and his stomach knotted again, and not because it was empty. Henry’s brother was a good guy.
So was Henry.
“I’m sure it’s a onetime thing,” Lance said hopefully, trying to overcome that weird little gap in his head when he wanted to call Dex by his real name. “I mean, you know, the last three years I’ve been down to fuck—”
Dex held up his hand. “You’ve been really professional, and you’ve been fun, and you’ve made some glorious porn. And you are always welcome here. I, you know… want you to know that it’s never mandatory.”
Lance chewed his lip. “Well, no, it’s always been—”
Dex shook his head. “Lance, you still get to come to the company picnic if you’re not doing the wild thing with someone on set.”
Lance swallowed hard. “We having another one of those?” he asked weakly, not wanting to admit how much that thought moved him.
“Yeah, it’s during the buttcrack of July, because John is really fucking demented that way. Of course you can come. You can still go out with your friends, you can still live in the flophouse—although when you move, I suggest you burn all your clothes, because just hearing ‘flophouse’ makes me smell come. Sort of like work. But yeah. Lance, your family doesn’t leave you because you don’t work on the farm anymore, you know?”
It flew out before he could censor it. “Yours did. Henry’s did. Mine did.”
Dex’s eyes opened really wide, and Lance could really see him as a little kid.
And seeing him, he could see Henry, and his heart practically fell out of his chest.
“I’m sorry. That was rude and intrusive and uncalled for. I’ll go. I’ll quit and I’ll go and I’m—”
“Lance! Sit down!” Dex blinked a couple of times. “Man, did Henry really tell you why he got kicked out of the house?”
Lance sagged in his seat and gnawed on his lip. “It was personal. I never should have—”
“I know,” Dex said, letting out a shuddering breath. “I’ve known since before he showed up on my doorstep. Our older brother, Travis, he’s like the family liaison to the gay. He sends me letters from Sean and Joey, our younger brothers, and pictures of his kids. He hit me up a couple of hours before Henry showed up on the doorstep and told me about the discharge and Dad, but not how bad it was. I’ve known about… the situation for a while. It was bound to explode. I… I’ve been waiting, you know? Been waiting for Henry to tell me about it. And he just looks at me, like he’s mad he had to ask for help. So he told you, and….” Dex swallowed. “God. I’m just so glad he told somebody.”
