Page 7 of GDL (BBA: Bad Boy Academy)

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Sawyer

"Are you completely blown away by the exciting life of a content creator yet?" Kynan asks drolly as we head toward the elevator bank after attending yet another round of meetings with his management and PR teams.

"I never expected it to be all glamour and fabric softener," I reply, pushing the Down button.

His lips stretch into a smile, and I wonder how the hell we've managed to keep our hands off each other. It's so easy being around him. He's funny, smart, and effortlessly charming. Plus his work ethic is commendable.

We're in the second week of my assignment, and true to my word, I've managed to keep things professional. But the attraction between us is as strong as ever, simmering below the surface, peeking out occasionally in a stolen glance here or a sharp intake of breath if we pass each other a little too close there.

Hitting pause on things was definitely the right move, though. The story is coming along great. We've shot tons of fun bonus, behind-the-scenes content we'll be able to use in promoting the interview in the lead-up to it. And I'm confident in our chemistry and rapport, so when it comes time for the sit-down interview in a few days, Kynan should be comfortable, resulting in a great, comeback-worthy chat.

The elevator opens, and I wave my hand for him to get in first. "Thanks," he says, brushing past me so close the scent of the ginger mango fabric softener he shot a promo video for earlier today hits my nostrils.

The doors slide closed, and I press the G button. "So, I heard from Tharin you're going away tomorrow."

"Yeah. I'm going to visit my brother, Logan, and his partner, Wade, back home in the mountains. Haven't seen them in a while."

"That'll be nice."

"It will." He grins. "What will you do?"

"Prepare for our interview and probably hit the gym at some stage to shoot some more content ." I roll my eyes. "That last planching video has surpassed three million views."

"I'm not surprised. That's an impressive move. Not to mention, your body is banging."

"Coming from you, that's a high compliment."

Our eyes meet, sending tendrils of heat spiraling across my chest…but nope, I've been doing such a good job staying focused on work, I can't blow it now.

Blow. Now.

Fuck.

I'm really not helping my own cause here.

Unfortunately, neither is the universe because the overhead lights flicker, and a moment later, the elevator shudders to a halt. I press the floor buttons, but nothing happens. Kynan attempts to open the doors manually, but they won't budge.

"We're stuck," he says over his shoulder, still trying to pry the doors open.

"Appears so. Are you okay with being in a small space?"

He lets go of the doors and spins around. His eyes flick to mine. "I guess… As long as I have someone to look after me." I can't tell if he's being serious or flirty until he saunters over to me, slides a palm against my pec, leans into my ear, and whispers, "Will you protect me, Sawyer Bannister?"

Right. Flirty it is, then.

Him breathing my name into my ear snaps what little self-restraint I have, and before I know what's happening, I grip his waist and pin him against the wall. "You don't strike me as the type of guy who needs protecting," I say, holding on to him firmly.

My body is clamped against his, his hard cock pressing into mine. "You're right. Protect is the wrong word." The corners of his mouth tip up. "I meant ravage ."

His chest is rising and falling fast, but it's his eyes that have a lock on me. They're blue flames, burning with a forbidden desire I recognize too damn well. He wants me just as much as I want him.

I slide my fingers up his bobbing throat. "Careful what you wish for."

His hands brace the sides of my face. "Stop making me wish, then, and just kiss me already."

See ya, professionalism. It was nice knowing you.

My lips crash against his, driven by an insatiable need that's been brewing since the moment we met. His fingers charge into my hair as he hooks his leg around my waist, pulling me in even closer.

I explore the seam of his lips with my tongue, enjoying the lingering aftertaste of his cold brew. His lips part, inviting me inside, and as I sweep inside his mouth, I tell myself to slow down, to enjoy this moment because who knows how many more moments like this we're going to get.

I successfully bypass the laundry list—pun unintended—of reasons why I know any fantasy of being with Kynan is just that, a fantasy, and focus on deepening the kiss. I slip my hand between our bodies, fondling his massive bulge.

"Wait." A thought occurs to me, and I pull myself off him and start searching the ceiling corners of the elevator. "There." I point to a camera.

Kynan moves to see over my shoulder. "You in the mood to put on a show?"

"No." I spin around and frame his face in my hands. "I don't want anyone seeing you but me."

The possessiveness of my words takes us both by surprise. I try to clarify what I meant but only end up stammering a few times. What did I mean?

"It's fine." Kynan runs his hand through my hair, his eyes sparkling even in the dim lighting. "I like it."

"You do?"

Kynan nods.

The momentary break has made room for some of my doubts to return. Pick a reason, any reason, why we can't be together. "You realize I'm completely too old for you?" It's the first thing that comes to mind.

His arms curl around my waist, and my dick pulses. "Based on what?"

"My date of birth."

"I don't see that as a problem."

"All right. How about this? My youngest son is older than you."

He winces. "Yeah. Okay. Maybe don't mention that ever again. Look…" He cups the globes of my ass with a solid grip. "We're both adults, and we both like each other. Correct?"

"Correct."

"I promise you that what's happening between us won't affect your interview. I'm on your side. I'll do whatever you need me to do to make this the blockbuster comeback story you want it to be."

That quells some of my concern but doesn't eliminate it entirely. We're so close to the finish line. The interview will be done and dusted in a few days. Why can't I wait until then? How have I allowed myself to lose all self-control and discipline?

The elevator jolts back to life, and we're moving again. Kynan steps back, fixes his hair. I tuck my shirt back into my pants to make myself more presentable.

The doors open on the ground floor. People are waiting to get in. We get out, and it's strange being back out in the world, like nothing's happened.

"I want this," Kynan says, quietly but firmly, as we march toward the revolving doors. "Do you?"

"Fuck yeah," I growl, trying to keep the volume low since we're surrounded by people.

We shuffle into the same wing of the revolving doors. "Then let's do it, Sawyer."

Twenty minutes later, we're in my hotel room, picking up where we left off in the elevator. Well, we're a little past where we left off—our clothes are scattered all over the room, most on the floor, one of my socks covering a lampshade.

We're naked and on our knees in the center of the king bed. I lean down and lick my way from Kynan's massive left bicep, tracing along the lines of the flower tattoo there, along the ridge of his collarbone, across his chest, over to his other sleeved, muscular arm, lapping up the salty tang of his sweat-sheened skin.

"I want to hear all about these tattoos," I murmur, looking up into his eyes.

He smirks. "In the interview."

"No. Privately."

He chuckles. "I think that can be arranged."

I go back to exploring his body with my tongue and hands, greedily lapping and grabbing away. Hard muscles and soft skin have always been an intoxicating combination for me, and Kynan's got both in spades.

We resume making out for a while, the heads of our cocks brushing against each other. "You up for a docking?" I ask, thinking back to the restroom and how close we came to doing it then.

"A docking?" he checks. "Is that how Australians pronounce dicking?"

I grin and pull back. He's being serious. "Oh. No, docking is different to dicking. I take it you don't know what it is?"

He shakes his head. "No idea."

"Mind if I show you?"

"Go for it."

"Tell me if anything doesn't feel right or you want to stop, and I will."

"Okay."

I take my cock in one hand, his in the other, and stroke both, each time squeezing out the skin of my hooded cock a little more, preparing myself for the ultimate stretch about to come. I lock eyes with Kynan. "Okay so far?"

"Yep."

"Cool."

I let go of his dick and grab my foreskin between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, pulling it out.

Kynan's eyes bulge. "Holy shit. Doesn't that hurt?"

"I can feel it, but it's not painful," I assure him.

Then I take his cock and sheathe the skin over it, enclosing his crown.

"Fuck." He latches onto my shoulder for balance, staring down at our conjoined cocks with wild eyes.

"Still good?"

"So fucking good."

His voice has dropped an octave, and his fingers are digging into my shoulder so hard I'm sure he'll leave marks. Good. I'll take any reminder I can of this moment. I curl my fingers over where our dicks are connected and commence a featherlight jerking motion.

"Oh, shit." His head falls back as he lets out an almighty groan. "How?… Like, what is happening? How? How can this feel so… Oh no."

I stop moving. "What is it?"

"No, no. Keep going. Faster ," he pleads.

Still unsure of what's going on with him, I do as he asks, scanning his face for any signs of what's wrong.

He brings his head back up. His pupils have dilated, turning his eyes dark. "I'm gonna co— Oh, shit!"

My foreskin expands, filling with the warm wetness of Kynan's release. We're both staring down, watching in fascination as my foreskin balloons to accommodate his cum, my hand stilling but keeping a secure grip on both of our dicks.

He's trying to even out his breathing, collect himself from what appears to be an unexpected orgasm. His hand is still pressed into my shoulder.

"I'm sorry I came so fast," he pants, his skin flushed and eyes glazed.

"No need to apologize."

"That was incredible."

I smile. "I'm glad your first time with a man was memorable."

His eyebrows knit together. " Was ? No, no." His eyes regain their focus. "This isn't over, Sawyer. This is only the beginning."