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Merc

“ Y ou gotta bounce higher than that!” I screamed as I fell back down to the mattress that Ben and I were pushing to its limits. “Get your knees into it.”

“I’m already fucking flying!” Ben screamed as he almost fell off. “You’re going to hard.”

“No such thing, Benny Boy! Now, just take it and let yourself go!”

I fell back to the mattress, but he was not ready. I launched him up into the air, but he was too far forward. I jumped off the bed as fast as I could and grabbed hold of him as he fell too far off the bed. It would have sucked if he had smashed into my dresser. He landed on the floor in a pile of arms and legs.

“Oof! Fuck!” He cackled as he rolled over to his back. “You’re fucking dangerous.”

“I mean, this bed is like a goddamn trampoline, Ben. What’s the point of having it and a huge loft ceiling if you’re not gonna have fun!” I walked over and gave him my hand. He grabbed it, and I hauled him up off the floor.

“Merc, I’m sure you’ve pushed this mattress to its breaking point in many ways.”

“Well, you know I have,” I said slyly.

“Yep! I still walk funny after our last scene.” He slapped me on my cheek gently and walked over to the bed. “Sex with you is like a fucking rodeo.”

“I don’t remember you complaining.”

“Your memory is fuzzy at best. You’re too fucking wild.”

“Well, we were the highest watched video in that quarter. I bet that made Roam lose his fucking mind.” I was always happy to beat him in the ratings. Roam was the biggest star we had at Monty’s, but I was always right behind, nipping at his heels.

“Have you seen him today?” Ben lay back on the bed and rolled over to his side.

“No. How can you see someone that doesn’t want to be seen?” I walked over and pulled my curtains to the side, letting the sunlight stream in. “He’s off moping around, trying to gain sympathy. I’m sure you could check out Monty’s Instagram and figure it out. He’s been posting the most emo bullshit I’ve ever seen over the last few days. He’s gonna lose his posting privileges if he doesn’t get his shit together.”

“Are you kidding? People are loving it. They want someone sympathetic, and right now, Roam is all they're talking about.”

“Oh, I can imagine. How brave he is, right? How hard it must be for someone like him to find love and not have it returned? Am I right?” I chuckled and walked over to the bed.

“You called it, bro.” He winked.

“It will get old fast, and then they’ll turn on him.” I sat down and laid on my back, crossing my arms behind my head. “What did he expect, they will say. He’s a porn star – why would Ross ever want to get into a serious and committed relationship with someone who bangs other people for a living? Just look at how he lives in that house with all the other whores. It’s what they’ll all say when they get tired of his moping around. It’s the inevitable outcome,” I sighed heavily. “People see us for what they want to see us for. They don’t really want to know the person behind the persona. They want to watch us fuck. They want to know us because they want to fuck us. It ends there. Roam thinks he’s an actual internet celebrity, but if he weren’t doing this, no one would give a shit about him or any of the rest of us.”

“You’re fucking depressing.”

“I’m truthful because I’ve been in a bad mood. I’m tired of being told what to do all the fucking time. I want to… I don’t know… make my own decisions for once. I want to be able to walk around in my own house without running across people filming scenes, and Monty made me join them because I happened to walk by. I was one of the biggest influencers in the house… I wish I could say no, you know? I wish I could have a bed that didn’t belong to this fucking house, and I could choose who I banged in it.”

“Ok…” Ben chuckled dryly. “We have to get you out of this shit show you’re in.”

“I know, I’m… I like Roam. You know that. But he buys into the bullshit of all of this too much.”

“He buys into his own bullshit enough, that’s for sure.”

“No kidding. What did he expect? Ross is the son of a senator. Roam was great for a little fun, but it could never be serious. It’s not the world we live in. It would tarnish Ross, and if Roam isn’t careful about all these shit posts, he’s gonna wind up getting himself really fucked up. You don’t mess with powerful people when you don’t have any power.”

“I should talk to him.”

“Someone should. He doesn’t ever listen to me. I’m just the fun guy he turns to when he wants to get into trouble.” I groaned and rolled over to look at him. Ben was beautiful in every way and had become one of my best friends.

“You are really good at getting in trouble.”

“I’m also really good at getting us out of it,” I huffed. “I’m tired of being the fucking clown because that’s what Monty thinks everyone wants me to be. I am funny and fun… just not all the fucking time. I’m a whole person hiding behind a persona.”

“Aren’t we all?”

“Yeah…” I looked at Ben and grinned. “I mean, you’re just a frat boy who likes to be bossed around, aren’t you?”

“A frat boy who didn’t even graduate high school!” Ben giggled, and a blush crept up his face. “I don’t… I’m different from you, I guess. This has a shelf life, and I’m willing to ride it as long as I can. Will it lead me somewhere better than this, or will I just go to a different studio and make less money until I’m forced into dad videos? Maybe I’ll stop squandering my money and actually pay to get my GED? I mean… I know I’m just a fucking whore like everyone else, but it’s more than I ever hoped for in Kansas. I enjoy sex, and I’m really fucking good at it.” He grinned wickedly and pulled one of his legs back. He was very limber.

“That you are.”

“I mean… I don’t really mind the… escorting… but…”

“Is that what you call it?” I chuckled.

“It sounds classier that way, I guess.”

“And the truth?”

“I’m just a hole for whoever pays Monty my fee.” He whispered.

I reached over and took his hand in mine. “I’m just a pole for whoever pays Monty my fee.”

Ben groaned and rolled back over to his back as our interlaced fingers lay between us. “When was the last time you just fucked someone because you wanted to?”

I chuckled as I thought about it. “The Grabby’s last year. Monty blew a gasket when he found out. I actually thought he might fire me or have me killed.”

“Really? How did I not know this? Who was it?”

“One of the European boys. He kept asking me to spit on him. It was kind of hot.”

“I don’t even remember the last time I fucked someone for fun. I should try to be more like Roam without the narcissism and attachment issues. He sticks his dick in anything that he gets feelings for, and he gets feelings for fucking everyone he meets. Of course, Monty will let him do anything he wants.”

“I mean… We’re here, and there’s no cameras,” I growled. “I could scratch your itch. I’m bored and could use a fuck.”

“What are we gonna do, bump bussies?” He giggled, and I reached over and stroked his face.

“I may prefer to bottom, but… I am versatile. I mean, the only sex I’ve had in years has been from the top. I miss a dick in my ass, though.”

“A bottom who has yet to ever bottom on film. I guess that’s your fault for having a fucking donkey dick.” He giggled happily.

“Monty said no one wants to see a guy with a big dick take it up the ass, and he’s kept me in what he feels is my lane. But I’ve grown to like it. Besides, if someone is gonna top me, they better be a fucking filthy dom these days. I came into this shit all vanilla, and now my kinks have kinks.”

“I don’t mind your kinks. But I do have a long day of filming tomorrow, and I don’t think they want me to be quite as loose as I would be if I let you pound me into that mattress. Besides, I think I like you way too much to actually fuck you – for real – you know? What if you start to become Roam and follow me around like a puppy,” he teased.

“You’re fucking hilarious.”

He turned to me, and I could tell he was about to become serious. “What would I do without you?”

“Have no one to have an actual conversation with about anything other than social media likes and market share for the studio.”

He rolled his eyes. “Truth.”

“I wanna break Ty’s arm for hurting you,” I growled.

He grinned slowly. “You’re as sweet as always. But I don’t think he really wanted to hurt me.”

“He likes to play with his food. The Prince of Cats is a total dick. But if he messes with you again, I’ll fuck him up.” I warned. Ty and I had squabbled in the past, and he could throw a wicked punch. He was all muscle and bravado.

“So hot.” He giggled. “He didn’t actually hurt me. I fell over his foot, and I knew he was going to do it. He shifted, and I… I just kept going. Just let it go, Merc. No good ever comes from those fucking brawls.”

“Agreed.” I nodded and lay back on the bed.

“Should we go try to find Roam? Maybe save him from himself?” He lay back and turned towards me.

“No. Let’s just lay here a little longer.” I pulled him closer and wrapped him in my arms.

We fell asleep all curled up together. Ben was not my lover or my way out – but he was one of the only people who loved me for me, and that made him possibly my best friend.