Dylan nodded.
“Have you picked your co-star?”
“Yeah,” Dylan said. “I chose Garrett.”
“Good choice.” He gazed at Dylan. “Are you sure you’re all right? You seem kind of tense.”
“I’m okay,” Dylan murmured. “But…” he licked his lips nervously. “I don’t know if I’m ready to actually…fuck a guy. I’ll do other things, but…”
“That’s all right,” Gideon assured. “It’s your choice. You do what you’re comfortable with.” He glanced at his watch. “Can you and Garrett meet me in the main studio room in about ten minutes? Garrett can show you the way.”
“Yeah,” Dylan said. “I’ll let him know.”
“Great.” Gideon reached out and squeezed his shoulder. “Try to relax and just have fun. Regardless what happens here today, no one is going to try to tell you who you are. That’s something you have to decide for yourself. But if we can help you out, then it’s our pleasure to do so.” He smiled and walked away toward the stairs.
Dylan stared after him, but his thoughts were elsewhere as his head filled with images of Lucas and Hal fucking. A tiny ball of pressure formed in his chest, fueling his irritation at Hal and causing a peculiar tightness in his throat.
What the hell did he care if Hal and Lucas fucked their brains out? Wasn’t that why Hal was here—to fuck as many porn stars as possible?
