Chapter 14

After dinner, I tell Yuri I'll meet him back at his place later, and head back to the Airbnb to hang out with my family for a bit. I really missed him last night and seeing him at dinner wasn't nearly enough.

I spend the next couple of hours talking and catching up with my family. I've missed so much since I've moved so far away. I wanted to see what life was like outside of Maine, but I missed seeing my family every day. I'm not sure I'll ever move back to Maine, but I'm hoping once I get my career going I can afford to visit often.

One by one, everyone takes their leave, going to bed since they had a long flight from Maine. The last ones in the living room are me and Jay.

"Man, you got a scholarship," I say in awe. "That's amazing."

He smiles, freer with them now that we're alone. "Thanks, man. I don't know if I want to play MLB or anything, but Mom and Dad not having to worry about paying for school is a good feeling."

I agree. They weren't able to help me much, only able to give me enough for about half a year of tuition—I had to find the rest. I did pretty good, taking out a loan for my first year and working my ass off the rest of the time until I got my partial scholarship. Knowing that Jay can get a quality education while doing what he loves makes me happy.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, smiling at the text from Yuri.

Yuri: I miss you in my bed, baby. When will you be here?

Me: About thirty minutes. Don't fall asleep.

I stuff my phone back in my pocket and look over at Jay. His face is red again and he's picking at his fingernails—a nervous habit he's had since I can remember. "Where did you really meet Yuri?"

"Huh?" I ask, not knowing where he's going with this.

Keeping his voice low, he asks, "How did you meet a gay porn star?"

My eyes bug out. "Wh-what? How do you—" I clamp my mouth shut and stare at Jay. Now it all makes sense. How nervous he was around Yuri. How he would refuse to meet his eyes. How he seemed like he wanted to be anywhere but in his presence. Is he?—

"Jay, are you … are you gay?" I keep my voice down as well, not wanting to out him.

He blows out a long breath. "Yeah. Yeah, I am." He looks at me with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell Mom."

"I won't. But why don't you?" It's not like she would judge him. She took me being bi in stride.

Jay shrugs. "I'm still trying to work some shit out. When I feel ready, I will." He gives me a small smile. "How did you meet him? I'm … I'm a big fan."

"Oh god," I groan, leaning into my hands. "That's an uncomfortable thought."

Laughing, Jay apologizes. "I won't watch more of his videos. It's weird now."

I laugh at the absurdity of this conversation. Of all the people that would recognize my boyfriend from his videos, Jay was the last person I would have expected.

"It's okay, you know," I tell Jay, hoping he knows how sincere I am. "Even if I wasn't dating a guy, I wouldn't care that you were gay. I still love you. Who you choose to be with will never change that. You're my brother and I love you."

Sounding choked up, Jay says, "Love you too, man. And thanks for always being there. Even from so far away, you've always had my back."

"And I always will. You don't ever have to worry about that. I mean it about your first game. As soon as you know your schedule, I don't care what I'm doing, I'll drop everything to come."

He grins at me. "I'll let you know. You can tell Yuri that I'm gay. I owe him an apology for how weird I was being at dinner. It's just strange seeing someone in person that I've seen fucking on camera." I groan, covering my eyes with my forearm. I hear Jay's deep chuckle, then his tone gets serious. "You make a nice couple, you and Yuri. I can tell he loves you."

My heart thuds against my chest as I drop my forearm. "You think so? We haven't … we haven't even talked about if we're boyfriends or not."

"Maybe you should. I don't think he'll hate being your boyfriend."

Blowing out a long breath, I say in a rush, "I met him on set."

Jay's eyebrows shoot to his hairline. "What? How?"

I look around, making sure mom or dad aren't walking downstairs to get a glass of water or something. When I'm sure the coast is clear, I say, "My job? I'm a fluffer. I'm Yuri's fluffer."

"Holy fuck. That's crazy." Jay chuckles, pushing his hair from his face. "I didn't even know there still were fluffers."

My eyes nearly bugging out of my head, I ask, "You know what a fluffer is?"

Jay gives me a ‘are you for real' look. "Everyone knows what a fluffer is." He rolls his eyes. I'm too embarrassed to tell him that I was one of the people that didn't know what it was.

I have a lot to think about after my conversation with Jay. The thought of being Yuri's boyfriend is on my mind as I knock on his door. Of all the things we've talked about over the past few months, we've never broached the subject of being boyfriends. It's time we get that conversation out of the way.

Yuri answers, a wide grin on his face as he pulls me in. His lips land on mine and I moan into his mouth, leaning against him as he holds me close. I hear the door close as if from far away, then my back is against it. Yuri thrusts his tongue into my mouth and I moan again, not getting enough of his mouth on mine.

I can't let it get too far or we won't talk at all. Though I don't want to, I drag my mouth from Yuri's. "We need to talk," I whisper, placing soft pecks on his lips between words. "Then you can take me to bed."

Yuri nods, but doesn't move back, his hands roaming over my body. "Talk about what?"

"Us." Yuri pulls back and looks at me. "Are we boyfriends? Are we dating?"

His smile is slow, but full of promise. "Of course we are. Do I need to ask you first?"

Deciding to fuck with him a little, I nod with a slight grin. "Yep. You have to ask if we can go steady."

Yuri's laugh is like music to my ears and I melt into him. "Clay, would you like to be my boyfriend?"

"Yes, I would."

Still smiling, Yuri plants his lips on mine and kisses me senseless.

He drags me to his room, laying me out on the bed. Yuri strips my clothes off in seconds, getting me naked and my dick in his mouth.

I moan, threading my fingers through his hair. "Fuck, baby. Just like that."

Yuri licks the underside of my shaft, trailing his tongue up until he's at the head of my cock. He licks into my slit, lapping up all the precum that's leaking because of him. "You taste sweet, baby," he mutters, then covers my cockhead with his plump lips. He bobs up and down on my dick, jerking me in time to how he's sucking me off. "Want to come down my throat?" Yuri asks when he pulls off, still tugging on my cock. He deep throats me before I can answer, his throat convulsing around me as he gags.

"Holy fuck. No. I want … fuck. I want …"

"Use your words," he mutters as he drifts down to lick and suck my balls. Yuri takes them in his hand, tugging them gently. "Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me. Please, fuck me, baby."

Smiling up at me, Yuri gives the head of my dick one more kiss before he moves up my body, kissing me hard. He reaches over and fumbles with his nightstand, trying to find the lube. When he does, he slicks his fingers and starts to get me ready.

When he has my hole gaping, loose enough to take his dick, he pats my hip. "Hands and knees baby. I want to watch this fat ass bouncing on my dick."

I scramble over, getting on my hands and knees, arching my back. A sharp slap resounds on my ass and I groan, looking over my shoulder at Yuri. His eyes are glued to where he slapped my ass. "You look perfect like this, baby. So fucking perfect." He grabs a condom from the nightstand and rolls it down his cock, adding lube as well.

Since we started fucking, we've only done missionary. I'm nervous about taking his dick like this, but I want it. I want him anyway I can have him.

Putting his cock at my entrance, Yuri runs a hand up my back, gripping my shoulder tight. "I can't wait to be inside you."

"Then what's taking so long?"

He doesn't answer, just pushes into my waiting pucker. I hiss, arching my back further against the sting of his intrusion. The burn feels good though and I start to push back against his dick. When he bottoms out, my breath explodes from my lungs. He feels so much bigger this way. It's like his cock has expanded inside me, filling me up.

Yuri's hands are soft on my body, touching everywhere he can. I clench my hole, wanting as much of his cock inside me as I can get. Yuri curses, one hand dropping to grip my ass cheek hard. "Don't do that," he growls in a lust filled tone. "It'll be over before it begins if you do."

"Move, Yuri. Fuck me deep. I want to feel you when I wake up tomorrow."

Pulling his hips back, Yuri slams into me and I cry out, barely able to keep my balance. Yes. This is exactly what I need. What I crave from him.

His hand is tight on my hip as he fucks into me, his thrusts urgent as he takes me hard. I moan and babble, begging Yuri to fuck me hard, slow down, give me more, kiss my body. He hammers into me, reaching around to stroke my dick while I try to meet him thrust for thrust. My cock is leaking so much precum that it's practically a puddle under me.

Yuri bends over me, licking the shell of my ear, his groans burrowing into my brain. "Clay, baby," he mutters, biting my ear lobe. "Fuck. I'm close. Tell me you're close."

I nod, moaning as I push back into him. I gyrate my hips, wanting to get him to orgasm before I blow my load on his bed sheets.

When my balls draw up closer to my body, I know I can't hold back. "I'm coming, Yuri. Oh god!" My release shoots out of me, Yuri jerking the cum from my dick in hard pulls.

Balls empty and body spent, I drop to my belly, unable to hold myself up. Yuri follows me down, still pounding my hole. His thrusts speed up and I cry out at the sensation overload. Just when I think I can't take more, Yuri roars and I feel his cock jerk and kick inside my hole. He continues to thrust, but they're shallower and more aborted. He clenches at my hips as he pushes into me, moaning and talking to me as he gets the last jets of his release into me. His muttered words of how I'm beautiful and how good I feel and how much he enjoys me drift over me like a warm blanket.

Drained dry, Yuri falls onto my back, breathing hard in my ear. He kisses my neck and back gently, holding me close like he always does after we come. I'll never get enough of him.

My cum starts to dry on my belly, becoming uncomfortable. As much as I want to continue to lie here with him, I don't like the sensation of dry cum. I tap Yuri and he pulls out of me, rolling onto his back. I sit up, wincing at how my hole is throbbing. I'll definitely feel this tomorrow morning—exactly what I wanted.

I make my way to the bathroom, grabbing a cloth and cleaning my release from my body. After I'm done, I grab one for Yuri, going over to him so I can clean his cock when I remove the condom.

He's still in the same position as when he rolled off me—flat on his back, arms and legs outstretched. Smiling, I look down at his face, his eyes closed and features relaxed. I clean him up and sit beside him, enjoying the view. I don't know how I got so lucky to have snagged him, but I'm grateful. My sexy stallion could have anyone he wanted and he chose me.

Thinking of his stage name, I grin at the conversation I had with Jay. Knowing I'm going to shock him, I say, "My brother knows who you are."

Cracking open an eyelid, Yuri studies my face. "Come again?"

Laughing, I slide closer to him, prop my chin on my hand that's on his chest and I tell him why Jay was acting so weird. Yuri's shocked expression makes me laugh even harder.

"Does he know how we met?" he asks in a high-pitched voice.

"Yeah." Yuri's eyes grow wide and I follow up with, "Tommy do too."

"Jesus, Clay. They're okay with that?"

"Yep. Apparently, I'm the only person in this century that didn't know what a fluffer was."

Yuri's smirk is beautiful and I fall harder for him just seeing how happy and playful he looks right now. "It's okay, baby. Now you know. And you're the best fluffer in the world."

"I hate you," I mutter, trying to hide my grin.

"Aww … I love you too."

In shock, I look up at him, seeing his wide-eyed expression. "Do you, or are you joking?"

"Both, maybe?"

Well, looks like Tommy and Jay were right. God, my heart is so full.

Smiling softly, I slide closer to him, kissing him slow and deep. "Good. Because I love you too, Yuri."

A sound of happiness and desperation comes from Yuri's mouth as he flips me onto my back and slides between my legs. "I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to keep that in. But I love you, Clayton Dalgreen. I fell for you weeks ago. I'm glad we're on the same page."

Looping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, I pull him down for a gentle kiss. "I fell for you too. Probably from the first moment I saw you. You're stuck with me now," I joke.

"I don't mind that at all."

Yuri pulls me from the bed and takes me to the shower. After we're clean—wiping down definitely wasn't enough—he takes me back to bed. After he changes the sheets, we climb in. Yuri saddles up behind me, wrapping his long and heavy limbs around me like he never wants to let me go.

I hope he never does.