Chapter 8

After we come down from our orgasm high, I slide off Clay's body, feeling wetness on my belly. Looking down at him, I ask, "Did you come again?"

His face turns pink and he looks adorable and bashful. "Listening to you and tasting you … it was too much. I didn't even have to touch my dick."

My eyebrows shoot to my forehead. "Really?"

"Really. That's never happened before."

"Huh," is all I say when I lay beside him, pulling him to my chest. We can clean up his cum later. For now, I want to sit and talk to Clay for a bit, figure some things out for whatever we're planning on doing from here.

We're silent for a bit longer, catching our breaths and getting comfortable. Then Clay asks, "What do you want with us, Yuri? Should we just wait until we know each other better before we decide?"

I nod against his head. "That's the smartest thing to do. I know I want you and want to get to know you. But I want you to be sure. I've had boyfriends before; you haven't. I want this to be right for you. If you just want to fool around, that's fine. But I'll tell you my intentions, so you know where I stand. I'm looking for something real, something that will last. And I want it with you."

Clay nods his head. "I want that too. I don't want to just fool around. I'm young, but I know what I want. But we can get to know each other to be sure."

Smiling, I kiss the top of his head. We're both young, but I don't think that's a reason to deny what we want. As I told Clay earlier, he shouldn't worry about what societal norms say and I won't either. Even if things don't work out in the long run between me and Clay, I want to at least try. Like Bailey said, he might be my prince charming.

"Can I ask you something?" Clay asks.

"Always."

"Do you … do you only stay on top? Well, not on top, but do you do the fucking only? Like your scenes. It's called being a top, right?" Clay sighs and shakes his head. "I feel like I'm fucking this up."

Chuckling, I give his hair one more kiss. "No, you're fine. To answer your question, no, I don't only top. I bottom sometimes. I haven't in a while, but I'm vers. What do you think you'd want to do? Would you like to fuck me or have me fuck you?"

"Both. I want to fuck you. I like your ass. I like how it looks, all hairy and natural. In porn, I never see men with hairy asses. They're always shaved or waxed or don't have any hair there at all. But yours does and I can't get enough of it. I want to see how it looks while my dick is inside you. I also want to try to take this up my ass. It's so big, I know you'll make me scream loud enough to wake the neighbors," he says as he grabs my soft dick, stroking it twice. I'm hard almost instantly. His fucking hands are magic.

"Damn, are you sure you've never done this before? Your mouth is fucking filthy."

He laughs, nuzzling closer to me. "I like being honest with you. It's like I don't have to pretend."

"You don't. Ever. Always be honest with me, baby." The endearment glides off my tongue effortlessly. I don't try to take it back.

Clay's fingers trail over my body, his hand drifting under my shirt. "You have a good body. So fucking sexy. Your muscle definition is on point."

I chuckle. "Yeah, you would know that. What do you say to helping me improve a little? You can take me to the gym, work out with me or make me some work out plans. I want to see what you can do."

"Okay, yeah. I can do that."

We lie in silence for a few beats. It's a very comfortable silence, listening to each other breathe and touching wherever our hands land. His body feels so good. Not just because of the muscles, but because it's Clay. He's burrowed under my skin somehow, but I don't want him to leave. I want to get closer to him as well.

I hear a grumbling noise and Clay groans, rolling away from me. Sitting up, Clay looks down at me and grins. "Dude, I need food. Coming twice in less than ten minutes took a lot of energy." God, his stomach is loud. I almost thought it was construction next door with how loud it growled.

I laugh. "What are you in the mood for?"

"Take out? Doesn't matter what. We can sit around and talk some more. I like talking to you."

I pull him down for a light kiss that deepens, Clay throwing his leg over me and straddling my hips. Groaning, my hands drift down to his waist. I hold him there as I grind against him, our cocks brushing. God, it feels fucking amazing. For all the years I've been fucking the best in the business, they've never made me feel like this. If this is what I come home to after lackluster sex at work, sign me the fuck up now.

My hands drifting further down, I grip his thick ass, groaning into the kiss. I palm him, thrusting up to glide my leaking cock along his. Fuck, I can't wait to feel his dick inside me.

Clay snatches his mouth away from mine, breathing heavily. "Jesus, Yuri. You have to stop or we'll never leave this bed."

"I'm not opposed to that," I mutter, kissing along his jaw as I rub my dick along his. "But let me feed you. Then we can get back to round two. Or is it round three for you?"

"Ha ha," he mock laughs. "It's your fault for sounding like that when I was sucking your dick. You sounded hungry for my mouth and I wanted to suck you dry."

I slap his ass. "Yeah, up. Before I stretch your ass and sink into you. I don't think you're quite ready for that."

With wide eyes, Clay climbs off my lap and looks at me, then his eyes drop to my dick. "How will I get ready to take it? Your dick, that is. It's …" he swallows thickly, but I can see the heat in his eyes. "… it's huge. How do I learn to take it?"

Grinning, I grab him by the shirt and pull him closer. "I'll take care of that for you. Until then, you can always fuck me."

His eyes widen more. "Umm … I want you to fuck me first. Is that … can we do that?"

"We can do whatever you want, baby. But first, let me feed you."

Nodding, he gets off the bed and pads into my bathroom. I pull out a shirt for him to wear, since his got messy. I grab clothes for myself, then head to bathroom. I hand Clay a washcloth and he wipes up his belly with warm soapy water. I do the same and drag the cloth over my cock.

After we're clean, we go to my living room and I pull out menus while Clay has a seat on my sofa.

"There's Chinese, Italian, Pizza, Korean, and a burger place nearby. What do you have a taste for?"

"Korean please." Sounds good to me, so I place the orders.

When I sit beside Clay, I'm surprised when he lies down, his head resting on my thigh. He sighs, sliding closer to me until his head in the perfect position for me to massage his scalp. After a few beats, I drag my hand slowly through his wild locks. Clay sighs again and I watch his eyes drift shut.

"Where are you from, Clay?"

"Jansville, Maine," he murmurs. "Born and raised. You?"

"Here. Well, not here. Cliff Point, Georgia. About two hours from here." I grin. "You decided college here was the best option after living so far up north?"

He smiles, but it drops quickly. "It was the cheapest university that I got accepted to. I didn't have a scholarship until my second year of college, but it was only a partial. That's why I needed money so bad. I'm close to graduation. I don't want something like paying tuition to stop me from getting my degree. My family is depending on me."

"Do you need more money to pay your tuition?"

Clay shakes his head. "Nope. In fact, I've already paid up. Working at Carnal Desires helped me pay for school faster than any other job would have."

My stomach turns when he says he's already paid his tuition. That means he'll leave the studio. I mean, that's fine since we're going to be dating, but I like having him around the set, watching me, jerking me, sucking me.

Swallowing past the tightness in my throat, I ask. "So, you're done working there?"

Clay opens his eyes, looking at me incredulously. "What? No. I like it there. I'll probably quit after graduation, but that's a few months off. I still have time."

Grinning at his answer, I lean back into the couch, feeling excited.

"How many siblings do you have?" I ask him, still carding my hands through his hair.

"Four. I'm the oldest. All boys."

"Your poor mom."

Clay laughs, another happy sigh leaving his lips when I graze my fingers over his scalp. "She's tough. She knows how to wrangle us in. I think she liked the challenge of trying to keep five boys in line."

"Tell me about them." I'm an only child. I'm not sure what it's like to have a lot of siblings running around.

The smile that brightens Clay's face is breathtaking. I stare at him, hoping to always bring smiles like this out of him. He's so fucking gorgeous. And he's mine.

"My little brothers, well, they're not so little anymore." He chuckles. "Tommy, he's the next oldest. He's nineteen. He's a smart kid—he was able to land a full ride to a state school in Maine. He's studying something with the planets or the clouds or something. He tells me all the time, but I zone him out because I don't know what the fuck any of it means." I laugh at that.

"Jay is the next. He just turned eighteen. He plays baseball. He's very talented. We're all hoping scouts check him out so he can get a scholarship as well. Dean is the next. He's fifteen. He's going through his phase of finding himself, getting his interests together, but I know he can do it. He's stubborn like the rest of us. Then there's Max. He's thirteen. He's smart like Tommy. Always has his head in the books and telling us all the facts he's learned. I love when he calls, telling me new facts he read in a book that he thinks I'd find interesting."

His smile was a permanent fixture on his face the entire time he talked about his family. I feel a weird shift in my chest, but I'm not sure what it means. It makes me feel warm inside though.

"We all take after my dad," Clay continues. "For him to be so quiet and reserved, he's a big guy. Tall, barrel chested. We have his brown hair and light brown eyes too. My mom is a short red-haired woman. What are the odds that none of us have red hair?" Clay laughs, a fond smile cracking his face.

Smiling down at him, I say, "You love them a lot."

He nods against my leg. "We're really close. I don't know what I'd do without them. What about you?" he asks, turning to look at me. "You have siblings?"

"No, but I wish. My parents said they only wanted one kid, and here I am. We're really close too. We chat a few times a week. You might be around for one of those." Clay's eyes meet mine in surprise and I hurry to amend my statement. "If you want to be. That's not to say you have to be."

He grins and tucks himself closer to me. "Do they know what you do?"

I scoff a laugh. "God, no. It's not something we talk about. They know I'm gay but I'm not sure they want to hear about how I fuck twinks into the mattress for millions to see."

Clay holds his belly and laughs. "I get that. When you meet my parents, don't tell them I met you on set when I was getting a job to jerk you off."

My answering laugh is loud and long. "I won't. Same goes for you."

It's not lost on me that we're talking about meeting each other's families already. It's not like we made plans or something, but the conversation already came up and I'm thrilled. It seems like we're on the same page, wanting someone to be with for the long haul. I'm excited to see where things go between us.

We chat for a few more minutes about our families, sharing funny and heartwarming stories. We talk until the food comes, then we sit on the floor with our food on the coffee table and talk in between bites.

We don't talk about anything of consequence, but it's easy. The conversation flows freely and I enjoy getting to know Clay. He's very interesting, with his dreams and aspirations, as well as his willingness to try something new.

He told me he's never been with a man before, but he's not thinking too much about it anymore. I'm not sure if it was our talk or if he decided by himself to throw caution to the wind, but he seems more relaxed. He looks at me with adoration, like one of those heart eye emojis. I'm sure my eyes reflect the same thing.

I'm fucking smitten with my fluffer.

When I told Jake I needed someone on set to help me keep it up with Trev, I didn't think I'd end up falling for the man he hired.

That thought makes me miss my mouth and I end up poking myself in the cheek with my fork. Clay gives me a concerned look, but I wave him away, though I'm still a little shaken.

Am I falling for Clay? We've known each other for a month, but this thing between us is only hours old. We've only had a decent conversation this morning. Not long enough to feel like I'm falling for him. But that's what this feels like. That heart pounding, stomach swooping feeling of falling in love.

I've only been in love once when I was eighteen. It was my best friend at the time, and I thought we'd be together forever. I got the same swooping feeling, the same desire to always be together, the same desire to make him happy.

That relationship ended because his family moved and he went with them across the country. I didn't want him to feel tied down and he felt the same about me. We don't talk much, but that's because we grew apart, not because we hurt one another. No heartbreak in my past, thankfully.

I'm not sure about Clay. He's only a few years younger than me, but young enough that he may not have experienced heartbreak yet. I don't want to be the first. I don't want to break his heart at all. I want to be his first, last and only love. Forever.

Fuck, I am falling for him.