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The week flew by.

Anton didn’t give me much time other than work.

Work, which we did day and night, often going to bed only when I didn’t have the energy to go on, then getting up, caffeinating myself only to do it all again.

We worked on the manuscript first, defining the scenes and deleting the ones that didn’t make sense or weren’t as appealing as the others.

Jim was all about that part.

I learned the first day we’d been together that he’d helped write several of the most popular musicals on and off Broadway.

That made me feel even more special to have him looking at my crazy attempt at writing.

That wore off fast enough, though.

Jim was ruthless and, at first, rubbed me the wrong way.

At least until we went back and read the manuscript, and I saw how brilliant his edits had been.

Rodrick or Anton threw the songs in to show how it worked out.

It became clear that Jim was, in fact, a genius.

With his tweaks, well, more like ax murdering of scenes, the story flowed beautifully, even if it was still only in my mind.

It took all week to get the storyline to its first draft stage, as Jim put it.

Had he said that at the beginning of the week, I’d have been offended.

Now that I saw how intensive the process of writing them was, I knew he wasn’t wrong.

We were just at the beginning, and many more edits were needed.

Rodrick stepped in, and thankfully, he had a gentler approach with the songs than Jim had with the storyline. “Your music is so beautiful, but we’ve made a few tweaks, especially to the first song.”

I nodded, interested in hearing what he meant. “Okay, so this is what we had in mind.”

He began playing a song I hadn’t heard before. It certainly wasn’t one of mine. As he played it, I began to see images in my head. Men dressed all in black swirling across the stage, singing, “Not you, not you.”

The music wasn’t right, but the words certainly were. When he stopped, he looked at me.

“The beginning of your manuscript left a lot of questions. Why was he dreaming? Where did the drama start?”

Anton cleared his throat. “When I first received the manuscript, Keith told me you wrote it to help you get over someone. It made sense to us that we’d start the musical with some drama explaining that to the audience.”

The three men stared at me as if they were waiting for me to explode. Instead, I laughed. “It’s a perfect beginning, but why don’t we open the scene with this?”

I said, explaining how Gregory had broken my heart. Not so explicitly that it gave the real story away, but in a few words, we could accent the song, and make it a better intro.

“Perfect, that’s perfect,”

Jim said. “Now, let’s get on with the music.”

I winked at Rodrick and asked if I could have the piano seat. “Let’s twist the melody a bit and make it more robust. High-energy dancing would fit nicely here, creating a few more kicks and upbeat moves into the scenes.”

I began playing, and when I came to a perfect stop, I said, “We can use cymbals to accent a kick here.”

I played it several times and showed where a few strategic moves could be placed. “Then when we come to this point,”

I said as I ended the song and ran my fingers down the keys playing a descending scale, “the guy can push Alec, the main character, down the rabbit hole.”

To my surprise, all three men clapped. “Bravo, that’s brilliant and a perfect way to start the story.”

We worked the rest of the morning to refine the song and finally print the sheet music. Another week passed quickly as we reviewed each song, refining and making them work better for dance routines.

We wrote and rewrote the music to bring in as much emotion as possible from each performance. It was exhausting, but fuck if it wasn’t some of the most fulfilling work I’d ever done.

By the weekend, I was ready for a break. My mind had turned to mush and my body ached with a need for physical exercise.

Jim and Rodrick left Friday afternoon, leaving Anton and me alone. “You up for a tour of the house now?”

Anton asked, and the smirk told me exactly what he had in mind.

“Um, yeah, I mean, if you’re still interested,”

I said. There had been no more flirting between us, and the two times I tried to show interest, Anton completely ignored me.

“I’m interested, but… well, the work had to be done first. I couldn’t let my desire get in the way.”

I cocked my head to the side. “Anton, what do you really think of me?”

I asked, getting right to the point. I hated dancing around an issue. Just get on with it, had always been my philosophy.

“I, well, you’re very talented and smart and have a great gift for music, and screenwriting too, apparently.”

“No, I don’t mean like that. Do you like me? More than just professionally?”

“Um, well, I’m quite a bit older than you.”

I sighed. “Yes, that’s true. Okay, well, I think I’ll go take a nap, and maybe we can order takeout from that amazing Chinese place again. The food was great,”

I said and turned to go up the stairs.

“Wait,”

Anton said behind me. “Of course, I’m interested in you more than professionally, but I am older than you, and we have the musical. Do you really want to compromise that for a quick roll in the hay?”

I chuckled. “No, I don’t. But for the possibility of more, I’m interested… and the roll in the hay. I’ve thought a lot about hay rolling with you, Anton.”

He smiled. “I can say the same about you. The truth is, I am a bit gun-shy.”

He walked toward his living room, gesturing for me to follow. When we were seated on his extremely modern but surprisingly comfortable sofa, he sighed.

“I was in a relationship with a man just a few years older than you. I fell for him, harder than I should’ve, but… well, let’s say he got a better offer and left me with a shattered heart.”

I put my hand over his. “I was convinced I was in love with a guy several years younger than me and it ended so poorly I wrote a musical.”

Anton snorted, which was so out of character it made us both laugh.

“Okay, good point.

So, we’ve both been burned.

I’m hesitant to get involved for many reasons, not just because of my past but because this will be an epic musical.

I don’t want to jeopardize the creation and production. Does that make sense?” he asked.

I nodded, then leaned into his space.

“It makes sense, but I’m not a child.

I know how to manage my emotions, and my music has always been paramount.

No matter how good you fuck, Anton, you won’t distract me from making this musical the best it can be.”

He choked, but was unable to hide a smile.

“So, what say you? Shall we find out how good the fucking is?”

This time, Anton didn’t hesitate, pulling me into him and kissing me so hard it was difficult to breathe.

It felt amazing to have Anton’s body pressed to mine. His deep kiss pulled moans of pleasure out of me before he pushed me back onto the couch, laid his slightly bigger body on top of mine, and ground his crotch into me.

“I want you so fucking bad,”

he admitted, then crushed my mouth again before I could respond.

He undid my shirt, his mouth devouring me. I hadn’t necked with a guy since I was a college kid, wanting to feel what it was like to have my first hickey.

My cock strained against my pants, desperate for the man, all of him. He possessed me, controlling everything, and fuck, that was exactly what I wanted.

Finally, he pulled back and, taking me by the hand, pulled me up the stairs to his bedroom.

I hadn’t seen it yet, but there was no time to admire the view.

Anton had pulled his shirt off, and I whimpered at how beautiful his body was. Pecs that formed perfect half-moons under perky, delicious nipples.

A small scattering of the most delightful greying hair spotted his muscular form. “God, I want all of you,”

I said as I stared at his body.

Anton smiled. “Then get naked, and you can have me.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice.

I stripped as Anton did the same.

We met in the middle, and I could’ve cried with pleasure at how good his body felt when it finally met with mine.

His kisses were passionate. God, nothing I’d ever experienced felt as good, as right, as this did.

He finally tossed me onto his bed.

His cock, bigger than I expected, fit perfectly next to mine.

We dry-humped, drawing out the most intense pleasure as he kissed me and sucked my neck.

“I-I want to suck you,”

I admitted, and Anton drew back.

“Same, can we sixty-nine?”

he asked, and I nodded eagerly.

He chuckled as he positioned his body, crotch to my head, hovering above me. He took my cock into his mouth, and I yelped in delightful surprise at how good it felt.

His taint was lined up to my mouth, but suddenly, all I could think of was having my tongue in his ass and hearing him moan as he called my name. I repositioned his beautiful ass just enough that I had access to his hole and began to play with his pucker.

His sucking became more intense, telling me I was doing the right thing. When my tongue finally breached his hole, he lifted up and moaned in ecstasy. “Fuck,”

he whispered. “Linc, fuck!”

Just hearing my name as he enjoyed the pleasure I was giving him was enough that I almost came from my extreme excitement.

I grabbed his hips, forced him up, so I had better access, and ate his ass hard, each lick, each breach causing him to moan that much louder.

“Fuck, I’m going to come if you keep that up,”

he finally said, then moved off me. “Can… is it okay if I fuck you? I have condoms.”

“If you’re gentle—it’s been a while,”

I said, not mentioning that ‘a while’ meant I’d only ever fucked myself a few times with a dildo I bought to try it out.

I also didn’t tell him my only real relationship had been with Greg, and I had been a top the entire time we’d been together.

He quickly went to his drawer and pulled out the condom and lube. “Lay back,”

he whispered, leaning over to kiss me. “Let me take care of you like you did for me.”

I nodded, eyes half-closed in anticipation.

He lubed his fingers and began to work my hole. At first, I was tense, too tight, and afraid I wouldn’t be able to relax, but then Anton smiled at me. “Trust me, baby, let me take care of you.”

I didn’t have time to nod before Anton took me back into his mouth, sucking in time with the thrust of his fingers against my tight hole.

It only took a moment for my opening to give, and I felt the tell-tale burn of being breached. I pushed down, accepting what Anton was offering.

It only took a moment for the burn to turn to pleasure, and I felt myself relax into his thrusts.

He pulled back and watched as he removed his finger and added two, then three fingers, stretching me and causing me to yearn for his cock like I’d never wanted one before.

“Fuck you’re a beautiful specimen,”

he said, getting a chuckle out of me.

“Like a butterfly or a beetle?”

I asked, and damn if he didn’t adjust his fingers so they hit my prostate, making me squirm.

“Naughty boy,”

he said, and I gulped around the word ‘Daddy,’ not quite ready to jump off that kinky cliff yet.

“Fuck me,”

I said, all humor gone. “I need to feel your cock inside me.”

He nodded, quickly tearing open the condom and slipping it on. He lined himself up, and I saw genuine affection when he looked at me. Need and desire yes, of course, but also, he clearly liked me, wanted me.

“Push in,”

I said, more begging than a command.

He complied, and I don’t know if it was because I was so fucking infatuated with the guy or something magical was happening, but my body surrendered to him completely.

He didn’t even have to pull back.

My ass drew him in, wanting him, desperately needing him inside me.

“Aah, fuck, fuck, your ass is so tight and hot!”

he exclaimed when he was balls-deep inside me.

“Fuck me, fuck me hard,”

I demanded. Anton’s eyes darkened, and a smile crossed his lips, giving me a tiny glimpse of what was to come before he did exactly as I’d asked.

He pulled back and pounded into me hard. “Fuck,”

I screamed, not even trying to be quiet. “Fuck yeah! Pound me, Daddy, pound me!”

I didn’t even realize I’d said it, not until I saw the grin on his face as he drove his cock into me even harder than before.

“Yeah, fuck, Anton, yes!”

I wasn’t normally so verbal, but damn, that cock felt so good.

I could tell his orgasm was growing, and it was truly a miracle I hadn’t come myself.

He moved, clearly knowing what he was doing, and before he came, he fucked so hard into my prostate that I arched back as my orgasm whipped through me.

I felt myself clench, which must’ve been the last straw for Anton, although, to be honest, I was so lost in my own orgasm I didn’t see the effect it had on him.

When he finally collapsed on top of me, I almost embarrassed myself by telling this virtual stranger that I loved him.

In my defense, though, I had never been handled so well and so thoroughly in my life. No man had ever made me feel so much so quickly and on the first fuck at that.

We drifted into a sleepy afterglow and lay like that, our cum cooling between us until Anton rolled off, getting a groan out of me. “Aah, I miss you already,”

I said, making him snicker.

“Come on, let’s see if we can get a little more juice out of ourselves while I show you my shower.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I was already getting hard again, thinking of Anton taking my ass up against his tiles.