“Feels good,” Jonathan confessed.
“Uh-huh.” Sean opened the front of Jonathan’s pants. “Lift your hips.”
He gripped the edge of the seat and held on. Holy crap. He still had reservations about what they were doing, but need outweighed concern. He braced his feet on the floor and kept his hands on the seat. Jonathan lifted his midsection, raising his hips off the bench seat. The move allowed Sean to yank Jonathan’s jeans and boxers down his legs. Jonathan’s cock bobbed free.
“God, I love this dick.” Sean stroked Jonathan’s erection, curling his fingers around the shaft then rubbing pre-cum along the head. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yeah.” Jonathan finally let go of the leather seat then palmed the top of Sean’s head and guided Sean where he wanted him.
Sean smiled then flicked his tongue across the head of Jonathan’s dick.
Jonathan groaned. He loved being teased. “More.”
Another grin tugged at Sean’s lips. This time, he buried Jonathan’s erection deep in his mouth and nuzzled Jonathan’s pubic hairs. When Sean swallowed, the pressure rocked Jonathan to his core. Jonathan pushed on Sean’s head, setting the pace.
Sean peppered Jonathan’s cock with little nibbles, licks and kisses. The scrape of his teeth sent shivers down Jonathan’s spine. He couldn’t breathe. He’d been used to quickie blowjobs that were all suck and no finesse. Sean took his time and tasted Jonathan all over. The patience and care were so sexy.
Jonathan flattened his hand on the back of Sean’s head. He closed his eyes. The fact that they were in a moving car didn’t bother him. Nothing mattered except Sean and the moment.
He felt both powerful and powerless with Sean. Jonathan rocked his hips as best he could on the seat. The power of sex coursed through his veins. He loved having sex and the rush of endorphins through his system. Everything felt wicked and cool. At the same time, he felt helpless. He’d grown attached to Sean. The law of averages stated they probably wouldn’t last. Maybe, it was because Sean was his first lover or because of the glamour of the movies, but he couldn’t see his life without Sean. Crazy.
Sean reached up and tweaked Jonathan’s nipple through the fabric of his shirt where it must have slipped back down his chest. He stopped sucking on Jonathan’s erection. “If you’re thinking, I’m not doing my job.”
Jonathan opened his eyes. “I’m very much enjoying what you’re doing.”
“I should be taking your breath or some shit.” Sean winked. “I’ll try harder.” He cupped Jonathan’s balls then massaged the sensitive spot behind his sac.
Jonathan shuddered. He’d forgotten how good having that spot touched could be.
Sean swallowed him to the back of his throat, drawing a moan out of Jonathan.
“Oh damn.” Jonathan gripped Sean’s hair. As if they’d been together for years, Sean knew what to do to blow Jonathan’s mind or how to say the right things to keep him level.
He licked his way along Jonathan’s shaft then bobbed his head.
Jonathan closed his eyes again. Heat surged within his body. His skin zapped. “Sean.”
Sean hummed. He gripped Jonathan’s knees and increased the speed of his oral assault. He used more pressure on the release then engulfed Jonathan again.
“Sean.” Jonathan pulled Sean’s hair. “Fuck.” He jammed his dick down Sean’s throat. “I—” Any other words wouldn’t come out. His restraint broke. His cum spurted into Sean’s mouth.
For a moment, Jonathan seemed to be flying with no weight in his body. Everything moved at a slower pace, and when he opened his eyes, the limo’s interior spun.
Sean licked Jonathan’s dick a couple of extra times then let go. He sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth. “I don’t want to miss any.”
“Uh-huh.” Jonathan wasn’t sure he could form a coherent sentence.
“This is why you’re perfect for me. You understand what I need.” Sean eased onto the seat beside him. “I can handle being in control on the set. I prefer it so that I know what to expect. When I’m with you, I like giving up the power and control. I’m comfortable enough to offer over the reins. Sounds silly, but it’s true and something I don’t say lightly.”
“Me, too. I feel comfortable around you.”
Sean grinned. “That and you’re so damned cute, I doubt I could tell you no. How do you feel? I’ve taken your cherry twice now—you’ve fucked me and I’ve blown you in the back of a limo. Pretty cool, eh?”
“You actually expect me to walk after that?” Jonathan sprawled on the seat. “I’m not sure I can.”
Sean helped Jonathan stuff his deflating erection back into his pants. “I’d say tell work to fuck itself, but I know you. You’re too responsible to not show up.” He smiled and licked his lips. “That’s part of what I like about you.”
Jonathan closed his eyes. He needed a quick shower and to change his clothes before he went to the diner. He wished he could slack off and not go in, but Martin depended on him.
“I’ll make sure you get to work and are there on time.” Sean kissed him then eased onto the bench beside Jonathan. “What time do you get done?”
“Quarter after ten.” Jonathan rested his head on Sean’s shoulder. “I liked this ride.”
“I thought you might.”
“Because I was with you.”
The car came to a stop outside of Jonathan’s building. “Let’s go upstairs. He can wait on you.” Sean nudged Jonathan. “Besides, I get to see you naked again. Best time of the day.”
Jonathan shook his head. The embarrassment was slowly fading away. He appreciated Sean’s kind words. He hurried through a shower and dressed in his bland white, button-down and black pants. Not the sexiest outfit, but it was functional. He grabbed his wallet, keys and apron then nodded to Sean. “Ready?”
“I sure am.” Sean escorted him back downstairs and into the waiting car. “I’ll meet you here at ten-fifteen. Yeah?”
“You bet.” Jonathan held Sean’s hand as they drove the four blocks to the diner. When the car stopped, he debated kissing him. Were they considered a couple?
“Your mind is moving at warp speed. What are you thinking?” Sean rubbed the back of Jonathan’s hand with his thumb.
“Are we a couple?”
“I think we are. You’re not sure?”
“Now, I am.” Jonathan leaned over and kissed Sean then gripped his hand tight. “See you in a few hours.”
“Later, sexy.” Sean winked and let go of him.
Jonathan climbed out of the limo and headed into the diner. Martin, his boss, clapped his hands. “Nice ride. You’re really coming up in the world.”
“I rode in with my boyfriend.” Saying the words aloud sent shivers down Jonathan’s spine. He had a boyfriend. Not a play friend, not a friend, but a real, sexy boyfriend. The tips of his ears burned. “Yeah, he wanted to ride in the limo.”
“It’s good. A star.” Martin grinned. “Since you’re here, punch in and grab your normal section. We’re already hopping and I can use all the help I can get.” Martin handed Jonathan an order pad. “You should always arrive in the limo. It works for you, too.”
Always arrive in a limo...his boss was loony. Jonathan nodded once then wove his way through the kitchen to the time clock and punched in. His shift flew by. Martin was right. The diner started full and stayed full until nine-thirty. Jonathan made some of his best tips. He’d be able to pay the rent and have a little extra.
At nine forty-five, the majority of the crowd had gone. Jonathan wiped down another table and blew out a long breath. From head to toe, his body ached.
“Don’t you get tired yet.” Martin draped his arm around Jonathan. “Now, we know you’re going on to do bigger and better things. Your friends and I wanted send you off in style.” He steered Jonathan over to the counter and a large white cake with gigantic blue flowers. “Congratulations, Movie Star.”
Tears burned at the back of Jonathan’s eyes. He loved the girls he worked with and couldn’t have asked for a better boss than Martin. “Thanks, guys.” He hugged as many of the servers as possible. “This is awesome.”
“Why don’t you call your boyfriend? He can have cake with us.” Martin cut pieces of the cake. “We’ll clean up when we’re done. No hurry.”
The bell over the door dinged. Jonathan whipped around, half-hoping Sean was there. He cringed when he saw the patrons. Michael and three of his friends.
“Heya, Jon-Jon.” Michael slapped Jonathan on the back. “Where’s your section? We’re sitting there.”
Jonathan didn’t get the chance to answer. Michael and his group went ahead and sat down in one of the booths. Naturally, they managed to sit in his section. Jonathan sighed and placed his piece of cake back on the counter. Something didn’t feel right. He’d had too good of a day.
“What can I get you?” He handed them four menus.
“Colas and waters.” Michael grabbed Jonathan’s arm. “With lemons.”
“Fine. I’ll give you a few moments to look over the menu.” Jonathan headed back to the kitchen. He filled the glasses with water then filled four more with soda. Lemons were added to the water glasses, and to be on the safe side, he filled a small sugar bowl with extra lemon wedges. When he returned to the table, Michael grinned.
“We know what we want.”
“Go for it,” Jonathan said. He pulled out his pad. If he screwed the order up, no doubt they’d call him on it.
“Four of the meatloaf dinners. Extra fries with ranch and an order of onion rings.” Michael slapped the menu on the table. “Four separate checks.”
“Who gets the onion rings?” Jonathan asked. He scribbled down the order. “Hmm?”
“Oh, those are mine.” Michael swatted Jonathan on the hip with the menu. “Thanks, doll.”
“You’re welcome.” He walked the order back to the kitchen. “Order.” He helped the cook prepare the fries and cups of ranch dressing. He kept glancing over at the table. The guys slopped the water all over and played with the sugar packets. When they finished eating, if they bothered to eat the food, he’d have one hell of a mess to clean up.
He took out the order and handed the men extra napkins. “Anything else?”
“We’re good,” Michael replied. He reached over and grabbed Jonathan’s ass. “Sit with us and have a fry or two.”
“I’m good. When I’m on the clock, I can’t sit with the patrons.” He actually could, but he didn’t want to be with Michael and his friends.
“Stupid rules.” Michael narrowed his eyes. “Then again, you’re not big on following rules. I read the contracts we signed as extras. We’re not allowed to fraternize, friend or fuck the actors on set. You did that, didn’t you?”
“What I did or didn’t do is not your business.” Jonathan tore off each of the four order slips. “You pay at the counter when you’re ready. I’ll be back in a few moments.”
“Thanks, doll.” Michael chomped away on his fries. He spilled the salt container and laughed with his friends.
When Jonathan turned away from the table, he heard the crash. A dinner roll flew past him. He gritted his teeth. The door clunked, and Martin rushed past him. “Get back here. You have to pay for all of that.”
“Fuck,” Jonathan muttered. He should’ve known. The moment Michael had realized who was serving him, he’d decided to be a dick. Jonathan spun on his heel. He’d spend at least twenty minutes cleaning up the mess. They’d mashed meatloaf into the table and cushions of the booth. Fries littered the floor. Water spread across the table and dribbled onto the floor. One of the glasses of soda sat on the window sill and another had been left on the bench seat.
Jonathan totaled up the bills in his head. They owed over forty dollars for the food—forty dollars he was now responsible for. Damn it. His head throbbed. He picked up the bus tub and a wet rag. He might as well get started cleaning up.
“I’ll help.” Martin picked up the turned over plates. “You knew those kids?”
“Vaguely. One of them was on the movie set with me.” Jonathan scraped meatloaf onto one of the smaller plates. “He was a jerk on the set, and now, I see he’s a jerk in real life, too.”
“Don’t let him get you down.” Martin handed him a clean rag. “You’re better than this.”
Jonathan sighed. He’d been duped. He hated looking stupid on his own account, but having Michael add to his embarrassment hurt even more. “I’m trying to be the bigger man, but this freaking sucks.”
* * * *
Sean glanced at his watch again. Jonathan hadn’t come home. The lights weren’t on in his apartment, and he hadn’t come to the door. Damn. He wished he’d gotten Jonathan’s phone number. That would’ve been smart. He’d been too busy trying to fuck him, instead.
According to the clock in the back of the limo, it was nearly eleven o’clock. Jonathan should’ve been home by now. He tapped on the glass. When the limo driver opened the glass, Sean told him to go to the diner. He needed to check on his boyfriend. Anything could’ve happened to Jonathan, and Sean wouldn’t have known.
The car pulled up in front of the diner. The lights were all still on and some of the workers stood at the counter. Something had been smeared on one of the windows. Sean left the limo and gave the driver directions to stick around. He headed inside.
An older man with salt-and-pepper hair strode over to the door. “We’re not— Are you Sean Banks?”
“I am. You are?” Sean offered his hand.
“Martin Price. I’m honored to have a celebrity in my little diner.” Martin shook hands with Sean. A wide grin brightened his face. “I assume you’re here for our Jonny?”
“I am. Where is he?” Sean walked with Martin over to the counter. “I didn’t miss him, did I?”
“No. He’s cleaning up after a particularly challenging table. Have some cake.” Martin offered Sean a piece of the partially eaten cake.
Sean grinned as he read the letters that were left. The staff apparently really loved Jonathan. “Thank you.”
“Can I get a picture with you?” one of the ladies asked. “My daughter loves you.”
“Sure.” Sean licked the frosting off his fork then stood beside the woman. Within moments, he’d posed for pictures with all of the staff, including Martin and scrawled his name on napkins for everyone.
The doors behind the counter swung open, and Jonathan strode into the main dining room. “Did they come…back. Sean.” He placed the bus tub on the counter and rounded the corner. “I’m sorry. I’m running late.”