Chapter 10

The next week, I don't have any scenes with Trev, but I ask Clay to come with me on set anyway. Even though I don't have a problem getting and staying hard with my other co-stars, I want Clay to keep getting paid. I tell Jake I need him to stand with his back to me so I can watch his fantastic ass or feel his hands on me before a scene.

Clay is a fucking triple threat that I don't know if I'll be able to handle. His hands are fucking magic, he's a pro at sucking my dick and his ass is perfectly tailored to take all of me. For him to have been an ass virgin, he took my cock like a champ.

Add to that, he's a really good person. Smart, driven, loving, sometimes shy, sometimes forward. He's like the perfect package rolled up in a guy that looks like a gym bro. Doesn't hurt that he's fine as fuck either.

I'm definitely not letting him get away from me.

Thankfully, I have scenes with Bailey all week and they're always a good time. We have such great platonic energy we don't have to try too hard to convey something else for the cameras. While I'm with Bailey, I feel Clay's eyes on me. I'm not sure what the expression means on his face though. I really hope it's not jealousy. I really like Clay, but I really like my job too. I hope he doesn't ask me to choose. Even at this early stage in whatever we're doing, I'd choose him, but I'm not sure I wouldn't resent him for forcing my hand. If I quit porn, it'll be because I want to.

After Bailey and I finish up and we take some finishing still shots, I make sure he's okay—he did a DP scene with me and a toy which is a lot for such a small guy. He's a size queen, but I still need to check on him once we're done. Once I confirm he's okay and he's steady on his feet, we walk to the locker room to shower and get into our street clothes.

While we're showering, Bailey shouts over, "I see you and your fluffer are getting closer."

Barking a laugh, I answer him back. "Yeah. We are. He's fucking fantastic, Bailey. I feel like I've known him forever, but it's barely been two weeks. Am I insane?"

"No. You're in love or some shit."

"Shut up. No, I'm not." Though, I'm not sure if that's the truth. I feel very strongly about Clay. More strongly than I've ever felt about anyone in my life. I know I'm falling, but have I already fallen? It could be love. Or it could be infatuation or possessiveness. Or maybe obsession. I'm obsessed with all things Clay, not just the sexual stuff. So, who knows? I don't want to think too hard about it. I want to let things grow naturally between us. Trying to force feelings on him will have Clay running for the hills. I know I can be intense sometimes. Letting things flow as they would is the best bet if I want to keep him.

Bailey makes a noise in the back of his throat. "He loves you too. I can tell. He has those sappy eyes when he looks at you. His face is all bright and happy when you're together. It's actually really fucking cute."

I roll my eyes, but I do a mental happy dance at the prospect of Clay possibly being in love with me. "Yeah, well, I don't know how he feels about me doing porn. He was giving me this weird look today."

Again, Bailey makes a noise in his throat that I'm coming to associate with me being dense. "My sweet summer child. I saw the look too and it wasn't jealousy. It was arousal. He liked watching you. Only you. He didn't look at me once. I'd say you might have a voyeur on your hands."

I know that's possible, since Clay told me he enjoys watching me fuck a few weeks ago. But I didn't think he'd still feel that way since there are feelings involved between us. Having Clay still wanting to watch me, even though we like each other is almost as unbelievable as him saying he wasn't pretty. What a strange comment from my man.

Even though I just came, my cock gets hard, imagining what would be going through Clay's head while he's watching me plow someone's ass. Does he imagine it's him? Does he wish I would fill his hole next? God, that's so fucking hot.

"Think so?" I ask Bailey as I shake my wanton fantasies away.

"Ask him. I'm sure he'll tell you. The guy looks like an open book."

Clay really is. He's honest to a fault. He doesn't hold anything back, even when I can tell he's almost embarrassed to say. I'm not sure if he's like that with everyone, but I'm glad he is with me.

Aside from that, Clay already told me he likes to watch me fuck. No need to ask him about it when I know what he likes.

As soon as I step out of the locker room, I zero in on Clay. He's by the table lined with food, laughing at something Dario and another actor, Eric—Rocco Miles is his stage name—are saying. Just like it does every time I see Clay happy, my chest feels warm and my heart trips over itself to gallop like crazy. It's something about his smile that makes me irrationally happy. I find myself smiling as I walk over to him.

I'm not sure how to act with him while others are around. Not because I'm ashamed of what we have; I don't know how he wants to play things. It's one thing to be all over him when we're alone, it's another to let my costars know that a man who was previously straight is a slut for my cock.

Clay answers that question for me. When he sees me, his eyes light up and he wraps an arm around my waist possessively. "Hey," he says, leaning in to brush a quick kiss on my stubbly cheek. "Ready to go?"

I can feel my blush heat my face. "Yeah, I'm ready."

Dario gives me a sly smile and bids us good-bye. Eric claps my shoulder. "See ya next week, man. We have a scene with Bailey. Clay, I'll catch you at the gym?"

"Yep," Clay says, arm tightening around my back. "I'll have a plan for you by then."

We wave and head out, Clay moving his hand from my back to thread his fingers with mine.

Yeah, okay. This is where we are now. I'm not complaining at all.

Once in the car, I point us in the direction of my apartment. When we get there, I let him walk inside in front of me. Mainly so I can watch his ass. It's firm but is soft just the way I like it. It jiggles just enough for me to want to spank him to watch it sway. God, it looks just as good as it feels. I can't wait to be inside him again.

I still can't believe for his first time he took my cock so beautifully. He was sore after, for sure, but he accepted every inch of me without complaint. Clay is fucking amazing.

Once inside, Clay takes off his shoes and shirt, lying on the couch waiting for me. This has become our ritual. When he's staying the night with me, we sit on the couch with Clay's head on my lap and I stroke his hair while we talk.

Talking to Clay is so easy. Our conversations just flow, even if it's about something as simple as what we like about looking at the clouds or some shit. We've never had a moment where our conversation felt forced. They're always perfect.

I settle down on the couch, running my hands through Clay's hair. The soft sigh he releases always does funny things to my chest. He always sounds so content. He burrows himself close to me, his eyes closed as relaxes.

"Clay, baby?" He hums, his eyes fluttering as I get a really good rub going. "Do you remember when you said you like to watch me?"

His eyes fly open and he looks at me with an expression of embarrassment. "Watch you?"

"Yeah. When I'm on set. You said you like watching me."

Swallowing thickly, Clay stares at me for a few beats, then nods slowly. "Is that … bad?"

My smile is slow and hopefully full of all the heat I feel. "Not at all."

Shoulders drooping with relief, Clay says, "When I had girlfriends, I always liked watching them flirting with other people. I'm not sure why it turned me on, but I did. The sex after was always fucking amazing, I was so keyed up."

"I was afraid you'd get jealous after a while. Of what I do."

Clay shakes his head. "No, never. It's hot as fuck, but besides that, it's your job. You were doing it before I came along. I can't ask you to quit what you do if I can't handle it. I know I can handle it though. You never have to worry about that from me."

I bend down and kiss his nose, something I'm coming to love doing. Then I get inspired by what he told me. "Let's go out tonight."

"Out? Like a club or dinner?"

"Both. Either. Let's just go out and enjoy ourselves."

He sits up, grinning. "Okay. We can go to a club. I haven't been out dancing in a while."

"There's a queer club nearby. Or do you want to go?—"

"A queer club is great. I've never been to one. It'll be fun."

I kiss him soundly, slipping my tongue into his mouth before I pull away. "Want to wear something of mine or go home and grab something?"

"I need to get some jeans, so I'll head home. Come pick me up later? I'll pack a bag so I can stay with you for a few nights."

"Sounds like a plan, baby." I kiss him once more before he hops off the couch, gets dressed and breezes out. He drove his car over this morning and rode with me to the studio, so he's able to get himself home.

Tonight is going to be a blast.