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CHAPTER ONE

Austin

Once upon a time there was a boy. A very adorable boy who made a lot of money being a child star in countless films and television shows, who then grew up into a teen heartthrob whose poster was said to have graced half the teenage bedrooms in the UK—of boys and girls.

He was supposed to grow up into Hollywood’s next hunk, with his sexy British accent, charming good looks, and a smile that could make anyone drop to their knees.

But then the boy discovered he liked dick. And he discovered tattoos, and alcohol, and porn, and sex, and how much he liked fucking.

So he gave up the Hollywood fantasy to spend his life railing other men and making bucketloads of money that way.

And that boy was me: Austin Carter.

And my life is really fucking awesome.

The floor vibrated as pulsing club lighting threw neon colours across the room, the DJ in the pulpit bouncing up and down with neon cat ears nestled in her pink hair and doing her very best to send the entire guest list to hell and back. Although considering the party was being held in a converted church, I doubted we had much further to fall.

But life wasn’t fun if you weren’t doing shit that would lead to hundreds of people trying to condemn you online.

Not that I gave a fuck what other people thought of me and what I did with my life. I’d stopped doing that when I was twenty, and it had made my life so much better. Now it amused me to see how wound up some people got about the fact I’d chosen sucking dick over getting fucked over by Hollywood executives.

I guessed it was just the blatant fucking they had a problem with.

Glancing around the room, I saw a familiar figure standing by the bar talking to an actor I vaguely recognised. But given this was the afterparty of some film and television awards show, the room was bound to be full of fucking actors. I knew quite a few of them, and I’d already been asked a couple of times what the hell I was doing here—usually in an enthusiastic tone of genuine surprise, although a couple of people were definitely fishing and throwing shade.

In their opinion, porn wasn’t acting and I’d closed the door to being allowed to these sorts of shindigs as soon as I’d swapped fake fucking on camera for actual fucking on camera. They were part of the reason I still used my friends and connections to get invitations to these things, because it was fun to piss people off.

The other reason was the man at the bar.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the man of the hour,” I said, leaning against the polished dark wood bar top and throwing a smirk at the handsome figure stood next to me. “Mr. Kane. Fancy seeing you here.”

Jude Kane, the man holding my gaze, sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. They were a warm hazel and framed by long lashes, the sort that’d cause a hurricane if batted correctly. Or invoke a storm of hormonal teenage girls, and middle-aged women, to rampage through the streets in the hope of chasing him down.

“Austin,” he said frostily, brushing a strand of soft brown hair off his face. The cut was different from the last time I’d seen him and it looked like he was still getting used to it. I’d have thought growing up in a boy band would mean he was used to people controlling his appearance, but maybe he’d thought acting would be different. I wouldn’t have expected him to be that na?ve, though. “I’d say I’m surprised but you always find a way to crawl out of the gutter for these things.”

“You’d miss me if I wasn’t here.”

“You can think that if you want.”

“I don’t have to think,” I said, sliding even closer and dropping my voice. He really did have a pretty face, especially when he looked annoyed. “I know .”

He picked his drink up off the bar and took a sip. From here, it smelt like something with whisky in it. Kane had good taste. “What do you want?”

“That depends,” I said as my eyes met his.

“On what?”

“You.”

Kane took another sip of his drink and I could see him wavering. I didn’t know why he spent so long trying to resist me. We did this every time we saw each other, and each time he had to do this bullshit dance of pretending he didn’t want me.

We both knew it was a lie, though, because these interactions always ended in the same delicious way: with both of us coming hard.

It had been going on for years now. But I liked this little dance. It was fun and a form of foreplay I didn’t usually engage in. Nobody made me work for it as much as Jude Kane. It was worth every second, though.

“You’re such a pain in my ass,” Jude said, gritting the words out.

“No, baby, I always make sure you’re ready when I fuck you.”

Kane’s eyes widened, plush lips falling open, and for a second I thought I’d stunned him speechless. “You’re such a shameless bastard.”

“Is that a no?” I asked as I tilted my head and looked up at him from under my lashes. Technically I was taller than him, but positioning myself like this made Kane feel like he had power over me. “Do you want me to leave? You know I’m not going to fuck you unless you want it. Consent is always sexy, baby.”

“No.”

“No, what? No, you want me to leave, or no, you want me to stay? I’ve told you before, kitten, you need to use your words.”

Kane growled, nearly slamming his half-full glass onto the bar. A few drops splashed onto the polished wood, and I was highly tempted to point out he was wasting good whisky. But I wasn’t going to push my luck. “No, I want you to stay,” he said. “But do you have to be such a dick?”

I grinned playfully. “I thought you liked that about me.”

“I like your dick, but that doesn’t mean I like you.”

“Aww, you say the sweetest things.”

He sighed and glanced around again. “I have to say hi to a few people. Come to my hotel room in about”—he glanced at his watch—“an hour. Room 403 at The Library.”

I whistled teasingly. “How bougie.” The Library Collection was one of those small, exclusive hotel chains that had popped up in major cities over the past few years. In my youth I’d never cared much about staying in fancy places—as long as there was a bed and a shower, I’d been happy—but in the last year or two, I’d really begun to appreciate the finer things. Besides, it wasn’t like I couldn’t afford it.

“Perks of the job,” he said with a hint of a smirk. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell security to let you in.”

“How charming.” I leant even closer, almost letting my lips brush against his ear. “Although I’ll already be there. I’m in 312. Apparently, we have similar tastes.”

Kane’s eye twitched slightly as I pulled back, and it made my smile widen. God, he was so fun to tease. He’d make me pay for it later, but it would be worth every fucking second.

“See you soon, sweetheart,” I said, winking at him before walking away.

The next hour was going to be torture.

“Could you have been any more of a fucking prick?” Kane asked as he pulled me into his hotel room sixty-two minutes later, slamming the door shut behind us with such venom it made the floor shake. “Seriously? Do you just get off on being a bastard? Is it, like, some fucking kink?”

I opened my mouth to answer but didn’t get a chance because Kane grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into a rough kiss, dragging me across the spacious suite and into the attached bedroom. Spinning me around, he pushed me backwards until my legs hit the edge of the enormous bed that dominated the space. I grabbed his waist as I flopped down onto the mattress, pulling Kane with me.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be such a prick if you weren’t so fun to tease,” I said, managing to get the words out as Kane straddled my lap and began tearing at the buttons on my shirt. There was no finesse to his movements and at least two of the buttons went flying, pinging off across the room to be discovered by housekeeping tomorrow.

Thank fuck it wasn’t one of my expensive ones.

“Fuck you,” Kane said with a snarl, kissing me furiously and grinding down on my lap, his cock already hot and hard.

“Is that what you want, darling?” I asked, running my hands up his thighs and caressing the straining bulge in the front of his suit trousers. “I don’t usually bottom, but I’d make an exception for you.”

Kane growled as he nipped my lip, bucking his hips into my touch, desperate for more. “You’re such an asshole. Why the fuck do you think you’re so special?”

I tilted my head back and smirked. “Lots of reasons. But like I said before, if you really don’t want this, I’ll leave.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“Say please.”

“Why should I?”

“Because it’s polite,” I said, slowly rubbing my thumb in circles over his cock. Kane groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. God, he really was so fucking pretty. I could understand why people went crazy over him. “Go on, say please.”

“Please.” He practically spat the word out through gritted teeth.

“Please what? You have to tell me what you’re asking for.”

“Please… fuck me.”

I grinned and reached for the button on his trousers. “See, was that so hard?” I dipped my fingers inside his waistband and into his skin-tight boxer briefs, wrapping them loosely around the head of his cock. Kane moaned, thrusting up into my hand. “Fuck, you really need it, don’t you?”

Kane groaned again before tilting his head in a barely perceptible nod. Maybe that was why he was being so argumentative today—he was so horny and wound up he was trying to provoke me into taking him apart. I almost laughed because he didn’t need to anger me into doing that. All he needed to do was ask.

“Better get naked then,” I said. “Then I’ll fuck you as many times as you want.”

Kane nodded and fumbled for the top buttons on his shirt, the ones that were just out of my reach, while I worked his trousers and underwear over his hips. He’d have to roll off me to take them off, but I was a very charitable soul and wanted to help him get started.

“You too,” Kane said as he balled up his shirt and threw it onto the floor. “Strip.”

“You’ll have to get off me,” I said, sitting up to pull off my shirt and ignoring the fact I could see at least four buttons missing. There was a tear in the fabric too from Kane’s enthusiasm. I’d be going back to my room shirtless at this rate, not that I really gave a fuck.

Kane grumbled as he slid off my lap and onto the bed, undoing his trousers and sliding them off at the speed of light. Luckily I could get undressed without looking, so as he leant over to grab the bottle of lube resting on the expensive-looking bedside table, I saw a flash of silver between his ass cheeks. My hand flew out to grab his thigh, holding him still as I kicked off my trousers and underwear.

“Shit, darling, are you plugged?” I asked, using my other hand to gently pull one of his butt cheeks to the side to give me a better view. The plug was nothing special with only a simple flared silver base but still, the fact Kane was even wearing it was enough to make my cock throb. “You are. Mmm, is this for me? Such a sneaky, dirty boy. Did you have it in all evening just waiting for me to come and find you?”

“Who said it’s for you?” Kane asked, throwing an attempted glare over his shoulder that melted away as soon as I started teasing the base of the plug.

“Oh please, who the fuck else would it be for?”

Kane groaned as I gently pulled the plug half out and then pushed it back in, watching his hole stretch around it. “F-Fine,” Kane said with a low moan as I fucked him with the plug. “I… fuck, I wanted to save us some time.”

“You really were desperate for me, weren’t you? Such a slut for my cock.”

Kane smirked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Like you don’t love it.”

“Mmm, I really do.” I tugged the plug out of his ass, my cock twitching as I watched his empty hole clench desperately around thin air. My other hand was still on his thigh and I pulled him back towards me, turning my head so I could bury my face between his cheeks. Kane gasped in surprise as I ran my tongue over his hole. I could still taste the lube there, but it didn’t bother me. After years of working in porn, I hardly noticed it anymore, especially not when it was the fancy shit Kane used.

Decadent sounds of delight filled the air as I licked, sucked, and fucked Kane’s hole with my mouth, revelling in the way he pushed back on my face and rode my tongue. I’d have spent hours eating him out if he’d let me, but after a few minutes he abruptly pulled away from me.

“I need… shit… I need,” he said, pivoting on his knees and crawling into my lap, straddling my hips and reaching for my cock. His face was flushed, sweat beading on his forehead and his perfectly styled hair muddled and messy.

“Yeah, darling, do you need my cock? Need me to fill you up?”

He nodded and whined, resting one hand on my chest while he used the other to line my dripping cock up with his hole. We’d stopped using condoms years ago since we were both on PrEP and tested often—with my job my testing schedule was regular as clockwork and I only worked with people I trusted. And despite his playful animosity towards me, I knew Kane trusted me too.

We understood each other too well not to.

I groaned as my cock breached him, Kane’s hole stretching around me as he sank down onto my shaft. My hands rested on his thighs, not holding, just enjoying the feel of the warm, toned muscle under my fingers. A blissed-out sigh slipped from his lips as he took every inch of me until his ass was resting on my thighs.

“Mmm, fuck,” he said, putting his other hand on my chest as he sighed happily. “I’ve missed this.”

“Aww, you missed me?”

“Not you, asshole. Your dick.”

I chuckled. “If you miss it this much, I’ll have to bring you one of my dildos. I’ll sign the box and everything.”

“Who says I don’t already have one?” Kane asked as he began to roll his hips.

“Do you?” I asked with delight.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Tease.”

“You fucking love it,” he said, shooting me a wink as he lifted himself up, letting my cock slide nearly all of the way out of him before he slammed back down again. “You know you’d get bored if I didn’t drive you crazy.”

“Maybe,” I said, sliding my hands up to grip his waist.

“Besides, it wouldn’t be good for your ego if I gave in easily.” His voice was breathless as he began to ride me hard. “You’re already enough of a cocky bastard.”

“From you, that’s a fucking compliment.”

Kane groaned as he tilted his hips to make sure my dick would hammer his sweet spot with every move, his cock dripping precum onto my abdomen. I gripped his hips tighter, lifting him slightly so I could thrust my hips into him. Kane cried out, his perfect mouth falling open as I fucked him. I could feel my orgasm there, ready and waiting, but I was a damn professional and I could wait for my man to come first.

“F-Fuck,” Kane said with a gasp, suddenly reaching for his cock and starting to jerk himself wildly. “Austin… I’m gonna…”

“That’s it. Come for me, baby. I want to feel it.”

Kane cried out as his body tensed, his channel tightening impossibly around me as his cock shot cum across my skin. His chest heaved and his thighs shook, his eyes wide as pleasure coursed through him. I slowed my thrusts for a moment, angling my hips slightly so I didn’t pound his prostate to the point of oversensitivity.

He tilted forward and kissed me deeply because Kane always wanted to be kissed after he’d come. It was adorable.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close to me as I started to fuck him harder again. My own orgasm was just within reach and with a few deep, hard thrusts I growled out my release as I flooded Kane with my cum. The blissful feeling that accompanied all orgasms flooded my muscles and I smiled to myself as I reached for Kane’s jaw and drew him in for another breathless kiss.

It would have been polite to ask if it’d been good for him, but he was with me—of course it was good.

He kissed me again and then rolled off me, severing our connection as he shuffled to the other side of the bed to look for a towel.

I grinned and watched him, waiting for him to pass it to me. Kane really was gorgeous—it was what had made him such a star in the first place—and with a few good projects he’d be set for life. All he had to do was survive the shark tank that was Hollywood.

“I liked the plug,” I said as he handed me the towel and I started to wipe cum off my stomach. “That was a nice touch. You’ll have to remember that for next time.”

Kane rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”

“Don’t deny it,” I said, dumping the towel on the bed and getting up to collect my clothes. “You know there’ll be a next time.”

“Maybe. At some point.”

I snorted as I pulled my trousers on, stuffing my boxers into the pocket before pulling on my shirt. Enough of the buttons did up to get me back to my room without causing alarm, from anyone lurking in the corridors.

“Sure, you tell yourself that,” I said as I walked over and kissed him deeply before heading for the door, feeling more relaxed than I had in weeks. “See you around, pretty boy.”