Prince of the Playhouse (17 page)

“What you got in the bag, goose?”

Gray snorted and held it out. “Gift from Chris.”

“Your driver?”

“Yep. Apparently he’s suspected I was gay all along because he is.”

Ru peered in the sack and burst out laughing. “Obviously he suspects my true intentions.”

Gray kind of shuddered. “Oh shit, man, your intentions sound so good.”

“Oh?” The fire that ruled him in moments just like this rose up Ru’s spine. He reached out, grasped a handful of Gray’s hoodie, and pushed him back hard against the kitchen door. “I seem to recall I got all the sucking today.”

Gray’s pupils dilated, and his breath shortened instantly. “No, no. I want to service you.”

“Shut up, darling.” He reached down and grasped Gray’s straining erection. “You like making him wait?”

Gray nodded frantically.

“Well, that’s not my choice. You know why?”

He shook his head.

“Because I plan to make you come so many times your balls’ll ache from dryness and we’ll have to fill your mouth up again, then let it settle in your balls so I can make you come again.”

“Oh shit, Ru.”

“Turn around.”

He did it instantly.

Ru reached around, unfastened Gray’s jeans, and pulled them to his knees with his boxer briefs attached.
Sweeeeeet. Look at that ass.
All mine. Mine.
He leaned over and bit the apple of Gray’s perfect cheek—hard.

“Yes!”

Admiring his teeth marks, he ripped his own jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. His cock slapped his abdomen so hard the sound filled the room. Rummaging in the bag, he pulled out the lube and handed it to Gray. “Open.”

Ru grabbed a box of large condoms. Leave the extra large for Gray if he ever wanted to top.
Whoa!
There was a thought. He never let anyone top him. But then, nobody else was Gray. He ripped the condom package with his teeth and slid the thing on his dick, tossing the wrappers on the counter. “Lube.”

Gray handed it around, docile as a kitten.

Ru squirted a big dollop in his palm. At the sound, Gray’s butt kind of danced. Ru bent and kissed it, then licked a trail over the smooth, silky skin covering rock-hard muscle.

“Ooooh.” The whimpery little sound sent Ru’s cock into the stratosphere.

“Bend over, darling. You’re too tall for me.” Fortunately Ru’s almost six feet made the deficit small, and when Gray put his arms on the door and rested his head on them, it poked that gorgeous butt out into just the right position. Ru separated Gray’s buttcheeks with his hands, careful not to lose his lube. “Oh man, look at that. What a perfect rosebud you’ve got. But hell, all of you is so perfect, why should your ass be any different?” His own dick leaked, and when Gray voiced another of those murmurs, Ru actually squirted a little precum. “You’ve got me so ready.”

“Me too. Me too.” Ru could barely hear Gray’s whisper.

Letting go of Gray’s cheeks, he swiped some lube onto two fingers and slipped them between his buns. “You want to hold them open for me?”

Gray reached back instantly and separated his cheeks. Ru shoved the lubed fingers inside. Pushing hard, he popped the ring of muscle and slid into deep, hot, smooth heaven. Tight as hell, but neither of them had the patience to take it very slow. The second his fingers got inside, Gray pushed back once, twice.

“Enough. Hold still.”

Compliance. Immediate.

“Good.” He pulled out his fingers and got a whimper. He slapped Gray’s butt with his other hand and the noise stopped, but Gray’s ass vibrated. “You okay?”

“Oh yeah. Shit yeah.”

Ru smiled and shoved three fingers in, sticky with lube. “You like?”

“Yes. More, please.”

“Want the cock?”

“Yes, please.”

Ru pulled out his fingers, grabbed his dick, and shoved it into Gray’s ass hard and fast.

“Yes!”

No waiting, no asking. He thrust his cock as deep as he could get it, pulled it out a few inches, then thrust it back in again and again.

Gray howled and shoved back so hard he hammered his ass against Ru’s body, his balls flying like the Wallendas. “Oh yeah, oh good, good, good.”

They got a rhythm going, Ru shoving in as Gray hammered back so their meeting flesh made a slapping sound. Gray had one hand against the door, making it bang with each pounding thrust, and the other cranked his own dick. His breath hissed, his beautiful mop of hair flying. A perfect fucking machine.

Can’t get deep enough. Can’t fuck hard enough.
Every dream, every vision of his recent life flashed in front of Ru’s eyes, flowed through his veins, filled his lungs.
I’m fucking Gray Anson. I’m fucking Gray Anson.

Gray gasped, and his perfect rhythm faltered. “Don’t wanna stop, but I’m gonna, oh God, I’m—ohhhhh.” Hot spunk hit Ru’s hand as he grabbed Gray’s dick—wow, way more than a handful—and more splattered the back of his door.

Ru wrapped a hard arm around Gray’s middle, forcing his butt even higher, raised one foot onto the cabinet, and hammered his hips like a piston, every deep thrust rocking his balls and firing shock waves of pleasure into his brain until something exploded—maybe in his groin, maybe in his head, maybe in his heart. His body convulsed and shot his wad of wads into the ass of his never-ending dreams as lights like the Fourth of July flashed behind his eyes.

He dropped forward, still holding Gray’s ass in the air, until his head rested on the small of Gray’s back, still covered by the gray hoodie.

Gradually some level of human consciousness returned.
Well, damn.
Gray’s body shook like he had the plague. “You okay, darling? Did I hurt you?”

No answer. Worse shaking.

“Gray?” Ru stood and pulled Gray to standing, then turned him around. Tears flowed down his face like a silent water feature. “Sweet Jesus, what’s wrong? I’m sorry. I got carried away and I—”

Gray pressed a finger against Ru’s lips. “I-I never knew.”

“Knew what, love? I know I’m too much for some. I can tone down.” Could he?

“Never. Oh please, don’t tone down for me. I never knew it could be like this. Just never stop.” He flashed that gazillion-dollar smile. “Ride me hard and put me away wet.”

“Umm. Want to make a western, huh?” He grinned.

“I’ll be your pony.”

That idea almost got Ru’s cock to wiggle again.

Gray touched Ru’s cheek. “How did you get to be so perfect?”

Ru laughed. “Darling, you’re asking my line.”

RU STARED
at his laptop screen as the actors milled about waiting for rehearsal to start. He sighed as he stared at the latest Gray Anson news. The model hanging on Gray’s arm at the big charity event in New York sure set new records in sexy.
Just how gay is he really?

“Holy cow, she’s beautiful. Is this the new girl?”

Ru looked up at Merle, who stared over his shoulder at the screen.

Be cool.
“What? Oh, actually I was looking at how great my gown shows on the red carpet, but yes, she is pretty. Maybe the new girl, but when would he have met her? More likely his publicist set this one up.”

“Aww, poor baby.” Merle laughed. “Hot and cold running blondes, compliments of his PR department. And your dress looks fabulous.”

“Yeah.” Ru forced a smile. Gray had dragged himself out of bed the previous morning and taken off for New York and the big charity event held that night at Lincoln Center.

“By the way, congrats on the whole investor thing. Having Gray Anson behind you must make the future a lot easier.”

Ah, there was the question. Ru nodded. The story had been everywhere today. Photos of him with Gray. Film footage of his fashions. The kind of publicity no amount of money could buy.

Merle grinned. “I’d never have taken him for a guy interested in fashion.”

“Me either. I lured him over to the dark side.”

Merle flipped a lock of Ru’s hair out of his eyes. “If anyone could, baby, you’d be the one.”

What exactly did he mean by that?

Artie yelled, “Okay, everyone. Gather round. Let’s get this party started. Mike’s going to hold book and read Gray’s lines today. This will give us a chance to work out any last-minute problems with costume changes. Ru will supervise. Do your peeing and water drinking and take your places for act 1.”

The front doors to the theater opened and, like a big, beautiful wind from the east, in walked Gray, followed by Benson and Courtney. Neither of them looked ecstatic, but Gray grinned ear to ear. “Hey, am I in time to rehearse?”

Artie glanced up, startled. “I thought we weren’t seeing you today. Jesus, did you fly all night?”

Benson crossed his arms. “Exactly.”

Gray radiated cute puppy charm. “I didn’t want to throw off the timing by making everyone rehearse without me.” His eyes landed on Ru, hung there for just a moment, then moved on, leaving Ru breathless.

Artie nodded. “Thanks, Gray. We all appreciate that yeoman effort. Okay, places, everyone.”

Ru closed the laptop and headed for stage left, where he wanted to supervise the costuming of the ghost during act 1. Sadly that was opposite where Hamlet entered for the first time in scene 2. Ru’s stomach percolated like someone had filled it with champagne.
Gray came back. Gray came home.
Even if there had been the slightest chance he really was interested in girls, he hadn’t stayed in New York long enough to be with one—or a guy either. He came back. Okay, he probably had some big business deal to do or movie to shoot, but it added up to the same thing.

The tall man named Aldus who played the dead king, aka Ghost, stood in the wings. Ru inspected the makeup. “Umm. Pretty good. We may want to add some more glitter for the performance.”

Aldus planted a paw on his white-and-silver-clad hip. “Ru, I’m already starting to feel like the ghost of Christmas Gay.”

Ru gave him a wide spread of arms. “And your point is?”

Aldus laughed. “Okay, okay. I give. I look faaaaabulous.”

“And don’t you forget it.” He actually did look great. The ghost drifted by in half armor, half chiffon. “You’re a regular Tinker Bell badass.”
Reminds me of—oh yeah, me.

The ghost poised for his entrance as the costumer gave his floaty bits one last shake.

A strong, warm arm slithered around Ru’s waist and pulled him backward into the shadows. Ru grinned over his shoulder. “Gray, you have to go on—”

Gray’s mouth closed over Ru’s protest. Tongue, nibbly teeth, and deep pulling suction. Holy shit, had it only been one day? Every plunge of Gray’s tongue connected directly to nerves that controlled Ru’s cock, and the thing set up an escape plan from his jeans that would have made most prisoners jealous. Ru gripped his fingers deep into Gray’s hair and kissed him back fiercely.

On stage Marcellus said, “It was about to speak when the cock crew.”

Gray gripped Ru’s cheeks and managed to pull back from his grip. “Gotta go. See you in a minute.”

Wow.
Superhero exit. Gray took off through the stage-right door and disappeared. The lights on the half of the stage where the castle ramparts stood began to fade, while the lights on the party scene came up. The king and queen sat there in full regalia, and seconds later, right on cue and without so much as a breathless word, Hamlet entered.

Whew.
Ru leaned against the wall and tried to calm down.
Oh man, just get this rehearsal over and let it be night.
With a deep breath, he hurried back to his dressers and prepared for the change of Gertrude and Claudius. For a couple more scenes, he set costumes and checked positions of accessories. Between scenes 4 and 5, the ghost exited, and Hamlet followed a few lines later. Gray glanced around quickly and pulled Ru behind a flat propped against the wall.

Ru hissed, “Someone’s going to see you, Mr. Protect My Reputation at All Costs.”

“Don’t care. Need a taste. Missed you so bad.”

Ru snorted. “It was one day.”

“One too many.” The storm in those eyes flashed lightning.

Holy Mary. That’s me he’s talking about.
Ru grabbed Gray’s head and kissed him hard while he massaged his buttock with the other hand. He ripped his mouth away and whispered, “Just imagine what I’m going to do to you tonight.”

Gray’s eyes rolled, and he grabbed his cock through his fabulous costume.

“Now get on that stage.”

Gray rounded the canvas flat, and Ru heard his voice speaking to the ghost. He sounded great. Damned good. Ru ran to the dressing room to oversee the intra-act costume changes. For the rest of the five acts, he and Gray played kissy-face and grabass wherever there was a moment. Maybe Gray felt more comfortable with theater people than movie crews. For whatever reason, he seemed to be risking a lot for a little fun and games. Ru grinned. But it sure as hell was fun.

HERE I
am staring in that full-length mirror again.
Interesting costume. T-shirt and erect cock. Positively Shakespearean.

He blew out his breath and glanced at the time. Gray should be there any minute. Hence, erect cock. And covered back.

You’ve gotta tell him sometime.

Ru frowned.
No, maybe not.

He shared his biggest secret with you.

Not like I was going to hate him because he’s gay.

Do you think he’ll hate you if he knows?

Big risk.

He smoothed his unique bedcovering, grabbed his jeans, and slid them on, shoving the protesting cock down so it made a nice, inviting bulge on his thigh.
Good.
He hurried into the kitchen and basted the chicken piccata. Not that he was hungry—for food, anyway. Jesus, all his thoughts centered south of his stomach. He turned the oven way low to keep the food warm but not dry it out, depending on how things developed.

Speaking of things, he gave a press to his still half-masted cock, then tested the bottle of champagne he had chilling in the refrigerator. Gray mostly drank beer, but not tonight, baby. He had plans for this bubbly.