Chapter 6

Iwasn't expecting that outburst from Clay. Honestly, I thought I was trying to convince myself that Clay had a thing for me. I'd flirt and smile at him, loving to get him flustered, but I didn't think he wanted me to ask him out.

Clay wanted me to ask him out?Fuck, I missed those signs big time.

Climbing out of my car, I take off after him, grabbing his arm just before he gets to the door of the studio. Clay's shoulders slump, but he doesn't snatch his arm away. "We have to get in there," he says, inclining his head to the door.

"Fuck that. We need to talk. They can wait. You can't." I pull him over to the side of the building, pressing his body against the wall and caging him in. I'm taking a gamble, standing this close to him, but he asked why I didn't ask him out. I'm hoping he won't mind the proximity.

"Yuri …" he says softly, looking at me with pleading eyes.

"After what you just said back there, I need some answers. What do you want, Clay? Tell me."

He whines, shaking his head. "I don't know!" he whisper shouts. "I don't know what's going on with me. My head is all fucked up. I started getting confused as soon as I touched your dick. You ask what I want? I don't know what I want." He jabs his finger against his chest.

Nonplussed, I move back from him. "Come again?"

Clay runs a hand through his hair. "I never thought about a guy or his dick before, you know? Like, sure, I would think a guy was attractive, in an objective way. But I never wanted that guy to fuck me. Or kiss me. Or just … fuck, Yuri. I don't know. I'm so fucking confused. I've considered myself straight for twenty-two years, now I suddenly want to take dick? My head is so fucked up. I can't make sense of any of it and the more I try, the more confused I get."

He looks so defeated, like he's had this on his mind since we met. Fuck, that was a little over a month ago. That had to be stressful. Especially seeing me so often and not mentioning it. Fuck, after touching me so often and not mentioning it.

Stepping back closer to him, I ask, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Yeah, that's a great conversation," Clay says sarcastically. "‘Hey, Yuri. I know I'm only supposed to get your dick hard so you can fuck your co-star, but what about kissing and fucking me without being on camera?'" He gives me a deadpan look, then shakes his head, leaning against the wall. "What could I possibly offer you, Yuri? I'm only doing this because I needed tuition money. I don't even know if I'm gay or bi or if I just like you. I don't know anything." He bangs his head lightly against the wall behind him.

Cupping his face—shocking both of us—I look into his eyes. "You don't have to think too much about anything. You don't have to have labels. I like you, too. I think we can work the rest out."

"Yeah?" He looks hopeful and I feel my insides clench. Fucking hell, Clay is sexy without trying to be.

"Yeah." Leaning closer to him, our lips only an inch or two apart, I ask, "Would you like to go out with me? On a date?"

He nods, a soft smile on his face. "I'd love to."

Not being able to resist, I plant a soft kiss on his lips. Clay's lips tremble under mine, but he doesn't move away.

Stepping closer, I deepen the kiss, slowly exploring his mouth. My dick is rock hard, brushing against this thigh. I try to lean back so I don't scare him, but Clay puts his hands on my ass, pulling me in so I can feel his thick erection against mine.

I'm not sure how long we stand there, kissing slowly and deeply, but eventually, my phone beeps several times. Reluctantly, I drag my mouth from Clay's and pull my phone out. It's a text from Jake.

Jake: Waiting for you, Stallion.

Rolling my eyes, I tuck my phone into my pocket and pull away from Clay. His eyes are glazed and he swallows several times before meeting my eyes. "That was …" He swallows again, his thick, calloused hand drifting to his mouth to touch his kiss swollen lips. "Yes. A date would be great."

Grinning, I take his hand and pull him away from the wall. I watch in jealousy as he adjusts himself, moving his hard dick into a better position. I wish my hand were his so I could have felt his hard length.

Our hands clasped, I drag him behind me so we can get this scene over and done with, so I can have more of Clay. And not just tasting his mouth. Talking to him in the car—before our minor misunderstanding—was fun and enlightening. I never would have thought he had more depth to him. I chide myself on judging him as a typical airhead gym bro.

When we step inside, Clay drops my hand and I try to keep the sting off my face. We only agreed to go on a date—he's not mine.

Jake sees us and throws his hands up. "It's about time. Trev was ready to walk out on me."

I cut my eyes to Trev, who's sitting on the couch we're using for this scene, playing on his phone with a scowl on his face. I roll my eyes at him. "I'm here. Sorry to keep you waiting." I dart to the dressing room to put on the costume of khaki pants, a button-down shirt and some stupid loafers. This scene is supposed to be a shy college kid with his professor. I don't look old enough to be a believable professor and Trev looks nothing like a shy, virginal college student, but whatever. It's all Jake's idea and the audience eats this kind of role play up.

Hustling back to the set, I give Clay a wink when he meets my eyes. The prettiest blush blooms over his cheeks. Oh yeah, I'll definitely have to figure out how to make it crop up more often. He's fucking beautiful all flushed and nervous.

Trev stands, turning to me with his scowl remaining. "Let's get this over with. I have plans."

I don't react—I just get into position and start our lines when Jake yells action. We get through them fine, Jake letting us wing it after we start with the only two lines he gave us.

Eventually, Trev and I move closer, our lips meeting in what is supposed to be a tentative kiss. But it doesn't feel anything like what Clay and I just shared. I shut my mind off to that, not wanting to taint my memory of my first kiss with Clay by comparing it to Trev's almost brittle one.

When we break apart, Trev gives the lines of being a virgin and never doing anything like this before. I tell him that we can just watch each other while we get off until he's ready for me. The scene is very generic and I feel like I'll be able to get through it with minimal fuss.

I'm wrong.

No matter how hard I try, how much I try to think about Clay and how his lips and his hands felt on me, my dick stays limp.

"Cut," Jake says mildly, as if he expected me to have these issues. "You're up, kid," he says as he glances at Clay.

I make my way over to Clay, glad he'll be touching me again. I step closer to him, eagerly anticipating having my cock in his hands. I'm surprised when he drops to his knees instead of lubing up to jerk me off.

Eyes wide, I whisper, "Are you sure?" While I've imagined Clay on his knees in front of me before, I'm more than shocked. While my brain tells me to shut the fuck up so I can slide my cock into Clay's mouth, I still have enough faculties to ask if this is really what he wants. "You know I wouldn't pressure you to do this right? Jerking me off is more than enough."

He nods eagerly though his hands shake when he reaches for me. As always, my cock lengthens when he wraps his hand around me. Sliding closer, he gets into position in front of me, his soft breaths drifting over my sensitive crown. He opens wide—he has to with my cock being the size it is—and sucks me in. I hiss, the feeling of his mouth on me indescribable.

His groan travels up the head of my dick and I place my hand on his shoulder to keep myself on my feet. I have to think of all the disgusting things I've ever seen to keep from coming down his throat right now.

Clay bobs on me slowly, twisting his head as he licks around me like a lollipop. Holy fuck. I never would have guessed this is Clay's first time. He's a fucking natural—mouth nice and wet, tongue eager, lips tight around my shaft.

"Clay, fuck," I moan, already feeling my release rising. I look down at him, enjoying the view of him taking me in and out of his mouth, my dick getting wet from his juicy mouth.

His eyes flip up to mine and I see how nervous he is, but he doesn't stop sucking me. I try to convey my pleasure through my gaze, but I'm sure he knows, what with how I'm gripping his shoulder for dear life and my barely contained thrusts. I know I should pull out and go back to the scene, but I want to enjoy his mouth for a few moments more.

When I see he's able to take more, I thrust deeper, loving how his eyes stay on mine, his mouth stretched obscenely around my thick erection.

Even though I hate to, I pull out of Clay's mouth, jerking my wet dick as I stare at him. Clay wipes his mouth, licking his fingers as if trying to keep my taste on his tongue. Holy fucking shit, he's everything.

Turning away from him, lest I blow my load all over his face, I hurry back to the set. Taking my position, Jake calls action and I start jerking my cock, the spit from Clay's mouth still coating me—I don't even need lube. Trev has the ability to come on command, no matter who he's working with. I don't have to make eye contact or help him along with any dirty talk, though I do drop a few lines so it's good for our viewers.

I close my eyes and toss my head back, imagining how fucking hot Clay looked on his knees for me. The memory of how his eyes showed his shy vulnerability when he looked up at me has me barking my release, shooting my cum on target—Trev's cock. He uses my release and strokes himself twice more, coming against my skin.

When Jake cuts the scene, I beeline for the tissues beside the camera crew. I'm not sure how many more scenes I can do with Trev. His disdain for me makes it hard to push myself through, even with all the money involved. Fans be damned, I'll have to tell Jake we're on a timeline for how often I work with him.

Then I look at Clay and know I have to stick it out for a bit longer. He told me he was using the money he got working as my fluffer for his college tuition. Even if he's all paid up, he'll need money for his wellness center. I have no doubt he'll get it, and having him as my fluffer will get him one step closer. If I work with someone else, I won't need him. If I don't need him, he won't have a job or the money he needs.

Fuck, I'll have to stick it out for a bit longer. At least until I know his plans for his tuition and beyond.

I smile through my shock. I haven't ever put someone's comfort before my own. I hardly know Clay, but I'm willing to do it for him.

At that point, I know when it comes to giving Clay anything he wants, I'm fucked.