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forward and fuck Garrett’s mouth. It was good to know his blowjobs weren’t massively inferior to the ones Justin had been getting at “work.”

And Justin tasted so good. It had been a long time since Garrett had sucked cock, and the reality was even better than he’d remembered. Part of it was whose cock it was, of course, but the hard length of it felt good in Garrett’s mouth, and the smell and taste were just pure, undiluted
sex
. It wasn’t going to take much for him to get hard again, he thought idly.

The hands on his head tugged to get his attention. “I’m gonna come soon,” Justin panted. “In your mouth or no?”

Garrett shrugged, closing his eyes. Sure, it wasn’t the safest, but all the guys he’d interviewed had reassured Garrett that they got monthly STD tests, so he wasn’t too concerned. He swirled his tongue around Justin’s cock, sucking harder, making messy slurping sounds as he bobbed his head, and loving it. Loved doing this, loved sucking cock, loved sucking
Justin’s
cock.

Rough hands pushed Garrett back, and he only just caught his balance by grabbing Justin’s legs. Before he could ask what the fuck was wrong, Justin was pulling him up, his biceps flexing, and, God, he was gorgeous with a sheen of sweat on him, orgasm hovering just out of reach.

“Wanna hold you when I come,” Justin panted, molding their bodies together, one of his hands cupping Garrett’s ass.

The other hand took Garrett’s and, twining their fingers together, they jacked him off. Legs shaking, face scrunched up in a way that wasn’t part of any of the films Garrett had seen, Justin let out a deep moan and came into their When Work Is a Pleasure |
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combined grip. “Yes, yes, yessss,” he hissed with each pulse, riding the waves of sensation. Garrett was so close it felt like he was sharing the climax.

They leaned against the wall, breathing hard, arms wrapped around each other. Garrett indulged himself in the sensation of Justin’s cock slowly softening in his hand, while Justin’s fingers idly toyed with the waistband of Garrett’s boxer briefs.

“Gonna need a shower,” he said eventually.

“Can we share?” Justin asked, a flirtatious glint in his eyes.

Garrett shivered.
Fuck
. Could he shower with Justin, touch him all over, and not fuck him after? Did he even want to?

“I’ll be good.”

“Bet you’re always good,” Garrett returned.

That got him a seductive laugh in response. “I try to be.”

Justin brought a hand up to pull Garrett’s face closer, kissing him lightly. “But you said slow, and I promised. It’s been a long day, we both reek of sweat and sex, and I have to be up early. I’ll keep my hands to myself. Mostly. If you want,” he added in a teasing tone.

Nodding, Garrett led the way to the shower. The hot water felt good, washing away the sweat from the club, as well as the sticky mess that had soaked into his crotch.

Justin touched him a little, of course, trading gentle kisses under the water, but they washed themselves and it was more, well,
sweet
than arousing.

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When Justin dried off and turned down the hall toward the living room, Garrett reached out and grabbed his arm.

“My bed’s a lot more comfortable than the sofa bed. I mean, if you want.”

“Not sure I can sleep with you naked without jumping you in the morning,” Justin grinned.

Garrett shivered in response to his tone. “But I like cuddling,” he said, making puppy-dog eyes.

“Oh crap. Not those eyes! Okay, fine. But you’re the one whose virtue might be compromised.”

“I trust you,” Garrett said, only a little surprised to find it was true. He did trust Justin. And if they ended up fucking, well, it wouldn’t exactly be the end of the world. He was already kind of screwed, figuratively speaking, by the amount that he liked Justin.
Que será, será
, he thought.

Worrying about it wasn’t going to help anything.

THEY slept soundly, hands and arms touching throughout the night until the alarm clock went off. Garrett hauled himself out of bed and into the kitchen to start the coffee brewing while Justin snuggled into the blankets and generally looked adorable. He wandered out just as the coffee was finished, his hair sticking up all over, looking rumpled with bleary eyes and pillow-creases on his unshaven cheek, pale skin blotchy from heat, boxer shorts falling off his hips.

He looked like crap, objectively, but he was still so fucking gorgeous that Garrett kind of felt like he was going to die a little.

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Justin made grabby hands at the coffee and took a long drink from the mug Garrett handed him, ignoring both the cream and sugar. His eyes closed in a moment of near-spiritual gratitude as he sighed with caffeinated happiness and then opened to offer Garrett a half-smile. “Thanks,” he mumbled in a still rough voice, reaching out to grab Garrett by the waist and pull him in for a coffee-flavored kiss.

Garrett made him eat breakfast, although Justin laughed at most of the food on offer, wondering how on earth Garrett managed to stay fit eating as much sugar as he did.

Justin settled on yogurt and some granola and then took a quick shower. By the time he’d dressed, Garrett was washing up the dishes and wondering what would happen next.

Justin’s cell phone chirped. “The car’s here,” he said, hanging up before adding, “I hope you don’t mind that I gave them this address to pick me up.”

“No, it’s fine. So, uh. What time will you be done? Or do you have other plans or something?” Garrett asked. It suddenly hit him for the first time that Justin was leaving him, right now, this morning, to go fuck someone else. On camera. Because that was his job.

It kind of felt like someone had punched him in the stomach, but at the same time, in a way that really made Garrett’s head spin, it was also sort of a turn-on. What the fuck was wrong with him? He should be jealous, right? But then, he’d known Justin was a porn star before he’d even learned his name. So jealousy was illogical. And the porno movies were
hot
, and of course Garrett liked watching them.

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maybe Justin would top, but whatever. There would be fucking, whichever part Justin played—fucking without Garrett’s involvement.

“Are you okay?” Justin asked. “You look a little flushed.”

“Um, yeah, I’m fine,” he answered, shaking his head and trying to smile. He could freak out later, once Justin was gone. Or wait until Justin went back to L.A., which would be even better. They could have this weekend together, and then Garrett could have his little meltdown in private and try to unravel all the weird thoughts in his head.

Justin gave him a puzzled look but didn’t push. “I’ll be finished around three, I think. Do you want me to call you or just come back here? Will you be home? I don’t want you to sit around and wait for me all day.”

“Nah, I’ve got some stuff to do: chores, phone calls, e-mails. You know. I’ll make sure I’m here, but you can call, too, if you want. Let me know if you think of anything you want to do this afternoon. We could go wander around the city, or see a movie, or whatever.”

“Shopping?” Justin asked, a sparkle in his eyes letting Garrett know he was teasing.

“Oh God.” He shuddered, remembering the relentless flirtation and teasing on their last excursion. “Fine. I’ll take you shopping. In the Castro or wherever you want. Whatever you want,” he finished softly.

“Hmmm,” Justin responded, shaking his head. “Can’t have what I want just yet. The car’s waiting downstairs. I kind of need to be able to get it up in about an hour or less.”

He winked.

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Garrett felt his face flush, pleased arousal and frustration and jealousy and all those confusing, conflicting feelings flooding him again. Justin laughed at whatever weird things his face was doing as a result, pulled him close, and gave him a slow, thorough kiss that made Garrett’s toes curl. He felt a lot less confused after they broke apart, a welcome side effect of his brain shutting off.

“I should go,” Justin said, licking his lips.

“Have a good day at work, honey.”

Laughing, Justin gave him another quick kiss, and then he grabbed his backpack and left.

The house felt very empty without him. Garrett tried to ignore it and set to cleaning his kitchen.

AT TWO-THIRTY the cell phone beeped with a text message saying Justin was finished and on his way back. His hair was still wet when he arrived at the door, and Garrett could smell the soap and subtle spice of cologne.

“How was work today, dear?” Garrett asked, fluttering his eyelashes.

Justin thought for a moment before grinning. “A pain in the ass.”

“Wow. I can’t decide whether it’s better if you mean that literally or figuratively,” Garrett said, blinking. “And I guess that answers my questions about what you did today, not that I was actually going to ask.”

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“You can ask.” Justin shrugged. “I’m not shy. Today’s film was both topping and bottoming, but the bottoming part took a lot longer to shoot. They kept pausing for still photos, and then needing to adjust the lights, and then the condom would start to dry out, and I didn’t want to stop and ask for more lube, so… it’s not a big deal, one of the truly minor discomforts of the job.”

“Huh.” He had no idea what to say to that, and probably any offer of ointment would just seem fussy, so Garrett decided to let it go. Justin was a big boy; he could take care of himself, and if he needed anything, he had only to ask.

“I’m starving. Can we go eat or do you have food here?”

Justin asked. “Not to be rude, but I haven’t had anything since breakfast.”

“There’s a taqueria around the corner that’s better than anything I’ve got here, unless you want leftovers or sandwiches. They make really good burritos.”

“Sounds great. You want to join me?”

Garrett nodded, picking up his keys. “I could eat.”

After their lunch, Justin wheedled Garrett into taking him to wander around the Castro, more window-shopping than truly looking for anything in particular. It was a totally different scene than it had been the weekend of the Folsom Street Fair, more mellow and relaxed but still friendly. And of course Justin still flirted relentlessly with every shop clerk they met, which made Garrett smile.

Aside from the flirtiness, which Garrett was realizing was pretty normal for Justin, most hints of “Alec” were gone.

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heads from across the street. Just a regular guy, handsome for sure, but there were few traces of the sex-god persona from the club the night before. Maybe because Justin seemed a little tired after his long day. Of “work.”

No, it was
work
. Real work, Garrett corrected himself. It was a job, not unlike modeling or any other type of acting, and it had sounded like it had been an exhausting six hours.

He should be more respectful.

They were walking down to Dolores Heights when Garrett noticed that Justin was holding his hand and was kind of quiet. “You all right?” he asked.

Justin nodded. “Yeah. Tired. Can we go back to your place and just order a pizza for dinner or something? I know it’s Saturday night, and dude, feel free to go out if you want to or had plans, but I think I just want to crash out on the sofa, if that’s all right.”

“Sounds perfect to me.” Garrett grinned, squeezing Justin’s fingers lightly. “Pizza and a movie sound great. I’m actually kind of a boring guy. I don’t go out clubbing or to parties or whatever more than a few times a month, at the most.”

“Really? And here I thought you were a total party animal,” Justin teased.

Garrett stuck out his tongue and then wiggled it when Justin responded with a wink and an obscene groan.

Back at home, pizza and a movie turned into Thai takeout and a
Terminator
marathon. Justin shoved the coffee table out of the way and rested his head in Garrett’s lap, cuddling up like the previous night. Like it was familiar and normal and
comfortable
. And it was.

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Justin actually fell asleep on the sofa, with Garrett’s fingers combing through his hair. After the third movie finished, Garrett shook him by the shoulder until he woke up to be walked down the hallway and put to bed. The sluggish way Justin pulled off his clothes was endearing, adorable, and other adjectives that Garrett would have cut out his tongue before admitting. Justin made him feel embarrassingly, helplessly sappy.

WHEN the alarm woke them the next morning, Justin was spooned around Garrett’s back, erect cock nestled between Garrett’s thighs.

“Off,” Justin groaned. At Garrett’s noise of inquiry, he added, “Don’t have to be there ’til two or so.”

Garrett flung out a hand and after a moment of fumbling on the nightstand, there was silence. Silence which was leisurely broken by the sound of shifting bodies and quiet moans. Justin’s arms wrapped around Garrett’s body, caressing his chest and arms, thighs and hips. Warm, moist breaths on his neck were interrupted with lazy kisses and licks as Justin thrust against him, sliding his dick along the crease of Garrett’s ass in a slow grind.

Garrett relaxed and let Justin do what he wanted, luxuriating in the sensations. The heat grew between them, literally even, and their sweat provided additional slickness.

Garrett’s noises turned into low moans as Justin finally took hold of his cock, slowly jerking him off in time with the thrusts against his ass. They both came at almost the same moment, Garrett bucking between Justin’s hand and body When Work Is a Pleasure |
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