Page 42 of Hollywood Crush

Danny pulled the zip down and released me from the confines of my trousers and boxers in one swift motion.

“Fucking hell,” he said as he held my cock in one hand. “I still want you just as much as I did the first day I clapped eyes on you.”

“You wanted me even then, did you?” I asked. I rubbed his cock over his trousers, making him moan.

“You did too, so don’t even pretend,” he said. The soft lamp lighting of our rooms made his brown eyes glow amber and I couldn’t help but stare into them.

“Don’t daydream on me now,” he said, pulling at my cock to get my attention. He pulled the skin back over the head with a twist and made me moan with the pleasure.

In retaliation I pushed him back towards the bed. I hadn’t stopped liking being in control in the bedroom, and Daniel hadn’t asked me to. He seemed to like being dominated by me and I loved to feel him under me.

I tipped him back onto the bed and then yanked off his shorts in one quick motion.

“You bastard,” I said. He was wearing a simple black jockstrap that cupped his cock and balls and framed his arse beautifully. The slightly furry globes seemed to tempt me in, and I wanted to sink inside him. I felt my cock twitch independently. Being this hard was actually painful, but I was determined to make him feel just as on edge as I was.

I sank down to my knees at the foot of the bed and licked one long stripe up to his hole. Daniel gave a gasp of pleasure an octave higher than his usual voice and I smiled despite myself even as I continued to alternate between flat licks and prodding at his hole with my tongue. I moved one hand up his body to his mouth as I did and used his mouth to slick up my fingers.

“Fuck me, Tudor,” he said, his voice still breathy and much higher than usual. I pulled away from him to get a proper view of where he lay still in his t-shirt and staring up at the ceiling with an almost drunken-looking smile on his face. I tested his hole with one spit-slicked finger and found that I’d slicked him up enough to get it in. When I felt thenub inside his arse that would give him the most pleasure I crooked up my finger toward it. “Fuck, yes,” he said.

With the other hand I released his cock from the jockstrap as I fucked his hole with my finger. I added another carefully, careful of the friction of fucking him with only spit for lube. I took his cock into my mouth as I moved my fingers in and out of his hole intil his groans and moans reached a fever pitch.

“Need your cock inside me before I cum,” he said. I pulled both fingers out and stood to get the lube from the bedside table but he locked eyes with me. “Now. No lube.”

Despite my usual self-confidence in the bedroom, I felt a hint of nerves. “Sure?” I asked.

“Can’t hurt to try,” he smiled. His cheeks were flushed red and I felt those nerves crumble. I spat in my hand to lube up my cock, and positioned it at his hole. It tightened reflexively so I gently splayed my hand over Daniel’s chest.

“Easy now,” I said quietly as I started to slide in. It was tougher than usual to do, and the friction was more than I was used to. I stopped for a second and gripped at the base of my cock to stop myself from finishing then and there.

“Hurts,” said Daniel quietly. I moved to withdraw quickly but he held out a hand to stop me. “Hurts good,” he clarified.

That was all the permission I needed to keepsliding into his hole. It felt so tight and so good around me that I knew I wasn’t going to last. I finally bottomed out and Daniel moaned.

“This OK?” I asked.

“So good,” he replied. I leaned down to kiss him deeply as I started a slow rocking back and forth. His fingers threaded in my hair and I rocked back harder and faster, the friction of his hole making me weak at the knees and with the knowledge I wouldn’t last, I settled for giving him a good time, not a long one. I gripped his cock hard in one hand and braced myself against the bed with the other. I nipped at his lips with my teeth as I did and then moved my mouth down to his collarbone, where I nibbled and bit to leave him with a mark.Mine.

“Fuck, Tud, I’m not going to…” Before he could finish Danny was spilling a hot load all over my hand. I rocked in once, twice more before I could stand no more and came deep into him with a shout.

I collapsed onto him, burying my head in the crook of his neck. I knew I’d made a sticky mess between us as my hand was still trapped between his body and mine but the experience had just taken it out of me.

I slid out of him and winced with a little pain. “Ow, I think you gave my dick friction burns,” I half joked.

“Worth it though,” said Danny. He pushed himself up to a sitting position and winced too. “On second thoughts, let’s stick with the lube next time.”

I laughed and pulled him to a standing position. Neither of us had taken our shirts off and his penis was still hanging out of his jock. There was cum on both of our shirts and his hair was everywhere. I’d left a bruise on his collarbone, his lips were puffy and his dark hair was sticking up everywhere like he’d been shocked.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too,” he replied with a small smile. “You know that.”

“I know. But I want you to know that I love you like this. Nothing makes me prouder than seeing you on screen doing what you’re brilliant at, but I love you like this. The real Daniel underneath it all. The one who doesn’t have to put on a show for me.”

Daniel pointed down at the jock. “This was definitely me putting on a show for you.”

“Well it bloody well worked. C’mon.”

And I took his hand and led him to the shower. We stripped off our clothes and stepped inside and I gave him all the aftercare and love he deserved. Because Daniel Ellison, star of stage and screen, — and of my heart, deserved everything. And if I couldn’t quite give him everything in the world, I would give him everything I had.

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