Page 35 of Bobby Green
Okay. Well, that would be… okay. Reg could bring Ethan over, and Bobby could leave.
“Isn’t that weird?” he asked, not sure why.
Bobby frowned. “I got no idea. But I….” His eyes moved back and forth steadily, like he was trying to read a book in his own head. “I got a girlfriend?” he finished. Then he shook his head. “Whatever. I’m just being a friend.”
Oh. “You’ll still cuddle with me if you stay the night, right?” Reg asked plaintively. “’Cause that’s the whole reason I hook up with Ethan anyway.” He smiled happily. “The guy likes to cuddle.”
A look of relief crossed Bobby’s face. “Yeah. Good. Cuddle. That’s what we’ll do if Ethan’s not here.” He frowned again before Reg could and broke the awkwardness by turning toward his truck. Reg helped him unload before it was time to shower and prep, and then took off. The entire ride there, instead of looking forward to Ethan—big, brown-eyed, Italian Ethan, who drew more viewers with one of his videos than Reg did with three—Reg kept looking back to Bobby and his simple assumption of doing chores at Reg’s house.
And how happy Reg had been to see him.
Too bad about the girlfriend, though. Now that Reg was healthy, he’d been thinking about Bobby’s lean body, his chest that hadn’t started to bulk up, and his guns that were hard and terrifying without looking like big cannonballs. He’d seen Bobby’s body, all of it, and had felt him, long and warm along Reg’s back. Reg hadwantedthat body. But it wasn’t to be.
At least he had work.
Ethan was beautiful to work with. Reg, who always worried about doing something wrong, about touching someone the wrong way, about turning them off instead of on, had been Ethan’s first partner, and he’d learned that there wasno wrong wayto touch Ethan. And because there was no wrong way—because every touch brought Ethan pleasure—that sort of made Reg happy about finding all thesuper-rightways to touch him.
And sometimes the right way to touch him was to play tag, like little kids, until Ethan caught him and nailed him to the floor.
Fucking Ethan was a pure joy, because every time you rubbed a piece of his skin not touched by sunlight, he groaned and shuddered. And he loved to kiss.
Today of all days, when Reg’s stamina wasn’t what it usually was, they actually finished the shoot and had Ethan coming—three times—within the span of two hours. After two hours, Dex called a halt.
“Okay, guys,” he said, laughing as they both lay back in the bed, panting. “We’re done here. No shower scene—Reg’s bandage would need to come off, and I have it on good authority it’s gross, so we won’t do that.”
Ethan grinned at Reg, his blinding smile making everything in Reg’s life sunshiny. “Well, gross is bad,” he said, winking. “We can shower without fucking. How’s that.”
“That’s good,” Reg said, shoving himself up and trying to look like he wasn’t exhausted. “We doing anything afterward?”
Ethan grimaced. “I’m selling my car,” he said with a sigh. “I’ve gotta get an apartment, and the car….”
Reg grimaced. “Aw, man. That bites.” Ethan had a superspecial MKZ, new and technical and bright red. Reg was jealous. They’d hooked up a time or two, and Reg had fond memories of blowing Ethan in the front of that car while they parked at the river and talked about nothing at all.
“Yeah, well….” And Ethan’s grimace went sad. “Got kicked out of the house,” he said. He glanced up at Dex, and Dex nodded. Obviously not news.
“This is, like, theshittiestfall,” Reg said with passion. Tango, Chance, Ethan,Reg. “Oh my God! Can, like, one good goddamned thing happen this month?”
Ah, Ethan’s grin reallycouldmake everything all right.
“You can come help me pick out a new car that won’t cost so much,” he said hopefully. And it was like Bobby had shown up at his house so he could do this nice thing for his friend.
Hanging with Ethan was as wonderful as it always had been. Reg flirted shamelessly and remembered that Ethan called him Digger, like Dex and Lance were supposed to but Bobby never did. But in the end, when Ethan turned down the offer for the hookup, a tiny, secret part of him was almost relieved. He talked a little bit, about how hard it was to find a girl. He wasn’t gay, right? Wasn’t that what he was supposed to be looking for? A girl?
Then he remembered. “Hey, Ethan!” he said, as Ethan was dropping him back at the Johnnies parking lot. “I just remembered something.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re gonna be matched with the new kid in, like, a week and a half—did you see that?”
“Bobby?” Ethan frowned to remember. “Yeah? We’ve got stills to shoot. He must be hot shit, ’cause Dex usually saves the special still shoots for the guys he thinks are gonna make top ten.”
Reg floated between the top ten and the top twenty. After ten years, he was just happy to be top anything at all. He told Ethan he was getting too old for this porn bullshit—and he’d said it because he was tired, and he hadn’t wanted to admit he’d been sick, but God, all the sadness this month, he could feel it in his bones.
“He’s pretty,” Reg acknowledged, because how could you not? “And he’s hung like a monster, but he’s sweet too. Anyway, you’re his first bottom, and he sort of got screwed over with the whole ‘treat yourself’ thing. So, you know. If he gets a chance to go out for dinner—God, anywhere but McDonald’s—could you take him? He hasn’t really seen us at our best, you know?”
Ethan’s smile wasn’t quite his brightest, but Bobby wouldn’t know that.
“I’ll do what I can,” he said. “If we can stand each other after two days of shooting naked, I think that’ll be something special.”