Page 83 of Sean's Sunshine
“I’m gonna be waiting a long time for that, papi.Topping you is officially my new favorite thing.”
Sean laughed semihysterically. “I can’t even argue,” he mumbled, his ass aching and tingling, his nipples tingling. Hell, even his cock and taint were tingling, every part of him still quivering from good, hard use.
“Don’t argue with me,” Billy said smugly. “Not ’bout this. Gotta tell you, I’m a dumbass about a whole lot of stuff, but about you and me fucking like bunnies? I should get my degree inthat!”
Sean giggled again, and so did Billy, both of them deliriously happy, sexed, and replete.
It was a good moment, Sean thought, and he savored it.
Deep down, he knew they’d have their biggest challenge in the days to come.
A Matter of Trust
BILLY WASsurprised when he met with Dex in a different part of the office suite the next day.
Johnnies—or John Carey Industries—was housed in a mostly deserted office complex down J Street about two blocks before CSUS. Built in the seventies, it was one of those weirdly shaped places with a big open courtyard in the middle. John had leased two side sections of the one-story building and essentially divvied it up into sets—mock bedrooms and living rooms with cubbies before the filming line—and refurbished part of it into locker rooms with both a “set” shower that was super luxurious and photogenic in case the models got frisky after their regular scene and wanted to film some more when they were soaping off, and a regular bank of gym showers for practical use.
The set showers were also excellent for just chilling out after filming—Billy could attest to that. Fucking on the cold linoleum was really only exciting for a couple of scenes, and after that most of the models took a pass.
So that’s where Billy was expecting to go, but after he walked in and talked to Mrs. Bobby’s Mom, telling her that he had an appointment with Dex, she grinned at him.
“He’s got a new office—wait till you see!”
“A new office?” Billy said dumbly, glancing over to where Dex’s office used to be, adjoined to John’s office with a partition giving Reg a desk and an office of his own in a corner.
The partition was gone now. Instead, Reg sat at Dex’s desk, and his smaller desk had been moved out. He’d replaced Dex’s watercolors, as well as his pictures of his husband, Kane, and his niece with pictures of houses that Reg’s boyfriend had built or helped refurbish. Billy waved as he peered in, and Reg gave him the biggest smile in return and waved back before turning studiously back to the paperwork in front of him.
“Today’s balancing the books day,” Mrs. Bobby’s Mom said, her comfortably worn face looking at him worriedly. “He tries to do it by himself, and then I go in and double-check his math, and then we go get Bobby and go out for dinner with ice cream to make him feel better.” Her son and Reg had been a couple for nearly two years now. Bobby had made a stop at the flophouse during his first days with Johnnies, and Billy remembered the big, raw-boned country boy with the old-soul eyes with fondness. Bobby still did the occasional scene, even with his mom working the counter, and Billy remembered Sean’s too-accurate observations about how porn was a last-ditch way to make money for some of the guys, but for a lot of them, there was something more.
Bobby wanted to be seen, and Reg, who had never had anything good in his life, wanted people to see Bobby too. Reg had shot his own porn for nearly ten years, but Bobby was beautiful—one of the best models Billy had ever seen or worked with—and Reg was just so proud that this big, beautiful man who could fix anything in the house—including Reg’s life—wanted him.
In a flash, Billy understood what Sean had been saying.
Bobby had grown up in a tiny town where everybody expected him to be ground under the bootheel of the rich and powerful family that controlled it. He had a real need to be seen as somebody beautiful, desirable, and in charge.
Reg had a learning disability—possibly several—and had spent much of his life taking care of his mentally ill older sister. He had needed to be seen as normal, as worthy, and as an adult, an equal, as capable of giving and receiving pleasure as the next guy.
Guillermo Morales, invisible good boy, the older child who rode herd on the others, had needed his time on camera showing he was sexy, showing he was bold and individual and in charge.
Sean had always seen him that way. From the moment Billy had walked into his house and said, “So Rivers says you need a pretty nurse,” Sean had regarded him as an equal, an opponent, an obstacle—a formidable human being in his life. And then he’d insisted on them being friends.
And neither one of them had been able to stop at just friends.
But Billy had always, always been seen.
“Billy?” Mrs. Bobby’s Mom called his attention back to her desk.
“Sorry,” he said, pulling himself from epiphanies to practicalities.
“No worries—you went somewhere for a minute.”
Billy looked at her, at her office space, which was filled with pretty little cross-stitch samplers, as well as pictures of Reg and Bobby and one of all three of them.
“What’s your name, Mrs. Bobby’s Mom?” he asked, feeling a little tearful.
“Elaine,” she said, smiling. Even her business placard read “Mrs. Bobby’s Mom.”
“Elaine, can I still come visit you if I’m no longer shooting scenes?”
