Page 14 of Gay for Pay
Being at the house for all the shoots also gave Chris the opportunity to assist when he wasn’t in a scene, so he got to see the more finite details involved when working a shoot from the other side of the camera. It gave him a small amount of satisfaction when Jordan had the same issues trying to get hard and stay hard long enough to pound the linebacker into oblivion.
And then there was Linc. Chris would find himself sitting and staring at him sometimes. He didn’t know what it was, but after assisting on one of Linc’s shoots, Chris had to admit that it was something liken to attraction when he left the room with a hard-on. Only Gabe had ever been able to make Chris hard enough to break glass, and even then, only when they were shooting a scene. Now he found himself at a loss, trying to decipher his obvious attraction to Linc.
The four of them—Chris, Jordan, Linc, and Gabe—became almost inseparable. Chris missed his time with Michael and Max, but cooking dinner with the guys at the big house and staying up half the night watching movies from Victor, Andrew and Mattie’s massive DVD collection made the absence of his best friends tolerable. Hell, he’d gotten comfortable enough with his new group of friends to disclose some of his past, but the events surrounding the accident and Amanda’s death were still quite depressing, so the conversation was very short. They spent their time off together, even venturing out to the city and hitting nightclubs a few times. One weekend they went into New York on Saturday morning, the plan to see a Yankee game in the afternoon and then go clubbing that night. They were staying at Michael and Max’s apartment while the couple was away, so Colton came over to join them. After the game, they found their way to a bar called The Monster that was wall-to-wall gay men drinking, dancing, and writhing on each other on the dance floor and in dark corners.
Gabe quickly laid claim to their bartender, a tall, lean black guy with tattoos and a gorgeous smile. He was friendly to everyone, talking and laughing at Jordan’s stupid jokes, but his eyes lit up when he talked to Gabe, the attraction obviously mutual. Chris cracked up when he looked over and saw Gabe flipping his hair over one shoulder, batting his long blond lashes, grinning up at the guy, Gio.
A trip to the bathroom and Chris learned there really were glory holes in men’s rooms in gay bars. And from the sounds that were leaking out from under the stall next to him, he was certain someone was getting nailed to the wall in there, literally. A loud thud and the wall shook, then a scream and a guttural moan alerted Chris that whoever was in there had found their peak. A twink with black hair that had a blue tint to it fell out of the stall while zipping up his pants, with what could only be described as a grizzly bear following behind him. Chris had to look up at the guy, and that didn’t happen often.
Anxious to get back out to the bar and tell the guys what was going on in the bathroom, Chris quickly washed his hands and left. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Linc pinned to the wall by the DJ booth, the bear’s twin brother claiming his mouth. Linc wrapped his arms around the man’s neck as he pulled him closer, rutting up against him. Even over the bass of the music and the ringing in Chris’s ears, he could hear the moans Linc was emitting. He thought for a moment that the guy was going to fuck Linc right there on top of the bar. He was sort of hard, a little jealous, and very confused by the two emotions.
If he were honest with himself, this wasn’t the first time his thoughts blurred the lines between professional and personal where Lincoln was concerned. No, he’d think about that later. Right now, Chris just wanted to figure out where the jealousy was coming from. He had never been the jealous type before. Of course, he had never been attracted to another man either, when he wasn’t Kris Alen. But here he was, standing in this loud, dark, smelly bar with half-naked bodies writhing all around him, watching Linc climb up Paul Bunyan’s body and wrap his legs around his waist, and Chris was both turned-on and pissed off.
The guy peeled Linc off, setting him on his feet, his tree-trunk arms holding Linc up as he wobbled on unsteady legs. A red-hot burst of anger shot through Chris like lightning, and he fought the urge to stomp over, jerk Linc away from Mr. Handsy and drag him out of the bar. Those feelings only intensified when Linc and his hookup headed for the men’s room, hand in hand, the guy moving so fast, he was all but dragging Linc behind him. Chris shook off the feelings of jealousy and anger and walked over to the bar where Gabe was still flirting. He ordered a shot of whiskey, draining the small glass immediately and turning to lean back with his elbows on the bar to watch the crowd.
Chris didn’t see Colton anywhere and was about to go hunt him down when Jordan pointed toward the dance floor with the bottle in his hand. There in the middle of the crowd was Colton, dancing, sandwiched between a set of twins. “Well, at least the twinks are having a good time,” he muttered. Colton caught Chris’s eye and winked, then turned his attention over to the Doublemint twins.
“Hey, want to blow this joint and go find ourselves a couple of hot babes for the night?” Jordan asked. “Gabe and Linc seem to have mated, and I’m pretty sure they can find their way home easily enough.”
“Sounds fucking perfect. Let me tell Col.” Chris needed to have sex with a woman. He needed to spread her open and fuck her ten ways from Sunday, if only to prove to himself that he wasn’t attracted to the man that was probably being pounded into the cold steel of the bathroom stall at that very moment.
Before they left, Chris typed his contact info into Gio’s cell phone, just in case. He might be pissed off at Linc right now, but he wanted to make sure Gabe was safe and got back to Michael’s okay. That thought made him stagger before righting himself against the railing of the stairs. Why the hell was he pissed off at Linc? He had no claim on the man—hell, he wasn’t even gay, was he?What is in the damn drinks at this bar?
A cab ride, several beers, and God only knows how many shots later, Chris found a leggy brunette with big tits and a nice smile to ride his cock when they got to Michael’s apartment. He stumbled into the bedroom with her lips attached to his neck, picking her up and throwing her onto the bed. “Ow! Easy, big boy,” she simpered. Chris had gotten so used to fucking guys that he had to remember to be gentle with the opposite sex. He couldn’t toss a girl around that way.
He pushed her skirt up and ripped the red lace panties she wore off, for which she rewarded him with a long, drawn-out moan. When he buried his head between her thighs, she cried out and writhed underneath him. He stopped just as her legs started to shake. She whined in protest, turning her frown into a sly smile when he leaned over and grabbed a condom. It took less than a minute for Chris to strip, sheath his semi-hard cock, and bury himself inside her welcoming body.
He was looking down at her when she wrapped her legs around his hips, and an image of Linc wrapping his legs around the guy with the black hair flashed in his mind. He jerked up. “What’s wrong?” Her impish tone was starting to annoy him.
“Nothing, sorry.” He flopped onto his back beside her.
“Oh I see, baby, you want me to ride you, huh?” He was quickly tiring of her whimpering, but then she was on top of him, his cock buried inside the warmth of her body, riding him. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the sensations of having a woman on top of him again after so long. “Mmmmmm…you feel so good.” Her words were hollow, void of depth or endearment.
A vision of Linc straddling his thighs, those dark-brown eyes almost black with lust and need focused only on him danced across his closed eyelids. Imaginary Linc smiled wickedly, his lips slightly parted as he panted and groaned with each rotation of his hips. Chris swore he could feel the ridges of a man’s ass gliding along the length of his now rock-hard cock, instead of the soft folds of a woman’s channel.
Chris gasped, reaching to grab imaginary Linc by the hips, thrusting up into him hard and deep. The exquisitely beautiful image of Linc sweaty and wide-eyed as his cock shot streams of come onto Chris’s chest was shattered when the girl on top of him screamed out in pain. “Shit, sorry, it’s just so good,” he lied.
Once she caught her breath, she started bobbing up and down again. Chris reached back and grabbed the headboard, not wanting to touch her, afraid he would break her if he did.
He came shortly after the woman’s cries of ecstasy bounced off every flat surface in the room, filling the condom to the breaking point, his mind muddled with thoughts of Linc and the brunette. He was starting to think he wasn’t as straight as he claimed to be, but he couldn’t be gay either, could he? No, women still turned him on, but the thought of Linc on top of him had produced an orgasm unlike any other he’d experienced. And he didn’t know what to do with that little tidbit of knowledge.
The next morning he slid out of bed, careful not to disturb the pretty brunette tangled in the sheets and took a shower, rubbing off another one since after today he couldn’t per All Cocks three-day rule until after his shoot on Friday. He wondered if Jordan had fared better with the cute blond he was cuddled up to at the trendy disco bar they’d stumbled upon after leaving The Monster Bar. Oddly enough, Chris could have sworn Jordan knew the woman; they seemed so familiar with one another. He was standing in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee, when Legs exited the bedroom and kissed him on the cheek, writing her number on the dry-erase board that was on the wall by the fridge. “Call me.” She giggled and was walking out the door just as Linc was coming in.
He smiled at her and she immediately started that damn simpering again. “Oh my, it’s the compact version.” She patted Linc on the arm, grabbing his hand and writing her number on the palm. “Call me.” This time she whispered, all sultry and sexy. Chris rolled his eyes, quickly recovering and smiling at her when she turned back and waved at him.Thank fuck I used a condom.
Linc whistled long and low, closing the door behind her. “I see you had more fun than I did last night.” He smiled at the number written on his hand, holding it up for Chris as if he hadn’t just witnessed the girl writing it there. “Damn, I’ll tap that if you don’t mind. Is she a steady thing? Or just last night?” Linc asked. Chris had to fight to control the anxious feeling in his gut when he thought of Linc with someone else.
He shook his head. “Nope, just last night. Won’t happen again, so go for it.”
“Was she that bad?” Linc asked.
“No, just the opposite actually, the sex was amazing. But it was a one-night stand, that’s all.” Chris felt like he was trying to explain himself rather than just talking nonchalantly with a friend.
“All right, if you’re sure then. I’m gonna take a quick shower.” Linc headed into the bedroom.
Chris sighed, leaning on the counter. He was so utterly confused and bewildered by his emotions that he didn’t know whether to scratch his watch or wind his butt. He was so fucking jealous. Of the guy Linc went home with last night and at the thought of Linc hooking up with Legs. Hell, the thought of Linc hooking up with anyone made him anxious and irritated.
“Would you get ahold of yourself? You’re being completely ridiculous right now. Actually, you’re probably insane. Great, now I’m talking to myself. This is it, I’ve found it, I’m in hell.” Resting his forehead on the fridge, he groaned.
