Page 44 of If the World Was Ending

Hunter pressed into him, giving Colby’s dick a gentle but firm stroke before releasing it and pushing Colby down onto the bed. Colby crawled up the mattress, so his head was on the pillows, and as he did, Hunter yanked Colby’s sweats down and off his body. Colby was completely naked, Hunter was completely clothed. He felt vulnerable, and that turned his mild panic to moderate.

As if Hunter sensed it, he flashed a small reassuring smile and reached behind his head and pulled his own shirt off. Colby leaned forward and tucked his fingers into the waistband of Hunter’s sweats by his left hip and tugged them down. Hunter took the hint and shoved them all the way off, too. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so his long, hard, leaking length joined the party, and Colby smiled at it like he was greeting a long-lost friend. Then Hunter crawled up onto the bed on top of Colby, lying naked flesh-to-flesh from chest to toe, which made them both shiver. Hunter buried his face in Colby’s neck as Colby moved his hips to grind against him. Hunter still had a goal, so he slipped lower, down Colby’s torso, his lips leaving a hungry trail of kisses, until he was between Colby’s legs.

Colby inhaled sharply at the first tentative lick of his shaft. He hadn’t ever had a guy do this to him. Girls had, and it was… good. A mouth was a mouth, right? Colby’s brain tried to rationalize, but then Hunter lifted Colby’s cock and slid the whole fucking thing into his mouth and jesusfuckingchrist… Colby lifted his hips. Hunter pulled back. “Sorry.”

“No,” Hunter replied and wrapped his hand around it again. “I was just surprised. Do it again if you want.”

And his lips covered Colby’s tip again, and Hunter’s tongue skimmed over Colby’s slit, and then he slid down his cock again. And Jesus. Yeah. This was better than good. Despite Hunter’s words, Colby fought to keep his hips still. He put his hands in Hunter’s dark, silky hair and watched. He’d never done that before, just watched someone suck him off. He usually closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation. But he couldn’t take his eyes off Hunter.

Hunter had a unique mouth. It was the first thing Colby noticed about him in that restroom. Hunter’s bottom lip was fuller than his top, which flattened out even more when he smiled or, when he had his mouth around a cock, apparently. He also had a cupid’s bow, but it was subtle, like a gentle wave. Colby wanted to know what those lips felt against his own, fuller, smaller mouth. Was it crazy that he knew what they felt like around his cock, but not on his mouth? That he would likely never know?

Hunter had one hand splayed across Colby’s thigh and the other played with his balls for a bit before wrapping around his base to move in sync with his mouth. Now it was impossible for Colby to keep still or watch Hunter. Because now Hunter was watching him, and it was too fucking hot. The sensations, the feelings, the view —all of it. Colby threw an arm over his eyes and moaned as his hips started to move and his fingers on his other hand curled into Hunter’s hair. “Fuck… I’m gonna. I’m… gonna.”

Hunter pulled back but kept his hand moving over Colby’s cock, and with a guttural moan, Colby came. Hunter watched Colby make a mess of his own stomach, and when he let his grip on Colby’s cock go, he had to fight like hell to resist the urge to lick Colby’s cum off his knuckles. Because that would be… gay. Instead, he wiped them on his own discarded shirt and then tossed the shirt onto Colby’s stomach.

As Colby wiped up his mess, Hunter started to get off the bed, unsure of what to do next. He had to go somewhere and take care of his own aching, neglected cock. He wasn’t about to assume Colby would take care of it for him, but Colby grabbed his wrist and tugged him back toward the bed. He was standing, his back to the bed, facing Hunter, staring at him with wide, glassy, hungry eyes. “Now I wanna…”

His eyes dropped to Hunter’s cock. “You… You don’t have to.”

“I want to unless you don’t want it,” Colby said.

“I want it so fucking much it’s embarrassing,” Hunter breathed.

“Has a guy ever...?” Hunter shook his head and looked away, embarrassed, until Colby added. “You were the first for me too. Guy, I mean.”

Hunter dared to glance at Colby again, with flaming cheeks. A smile flickered on Colby’s face, and then he let go of Hunter’s wrist to wrap his hand around Hunter’s shaft. Hunter sucked his lips into his mouth and inhaled sharply. He forced himself to keep his eyes open and watch as Colby dropped onto his knees on the floor in front of Hunter. Colby opened his mouth and took Hunter’s length between his lips.

“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen right now,” Hunter rasped. Colby was clearly emboldened by the confession and immediately lost the small amount of hesitation Hunter could feel in the softness of his lips and the tentative slide of his tongue.

Was it the most skilled blow job Hunter had ever gotten? No. But it was the most sensual and the most exciting. Colby had lips that felt like they were made to be wrapped around Hunter. At least, that’s how Hunter felt. Colby used his tongue in a rhythmic swirling motion, and between that and the fact that Hunter was buzzing with the sight of Colby on his knees and the puffy way his own lips felt from giving his first blow job, he wasn’t going to last. “Stop. I’m gonna…”

Colby popped off, and Hunter pushed his hand away and wrapped his own around his cock as his knees buckled as he came. Hunter’s come landed on Colby’s chest and then his thighs, as Hunter used his free hand to grip Colby’s shoulder as he crumpled to his knees. Hunter’s eyes were pinched shut, and he struggled to breathe. “Fucking hell…”

“Yeah…” Colby said. There was silence for a few long moments, and then Colby dared to whisper. “Now what?”

Hunter opened his eyes and looked at his best friend. He reached for the other discarded shirt that was on the floor nearby and dropped it onto Colby’s sticky thighs. “Now we shower. Together, if you want. And then we sleep.”

Colby lowered his blue eyes to watch Hunter wipe his thighs for him. “And tomorrow I go make a movie, and you write music and perform your talented ass off until I can come back here, and we can do this again.”

“Again?” Colby cited his gaze and stared into Hunter’s cognac eyes.

“If you want.”

“Yeah. I want.”

Chapter 15

Yay for hypocrites!

THREE MONTHS LATER…

There were signs that they wouldn’t pick up where they left off. Hunter had refused to acknowledge them, but that didn’t make them less real. First, almost immediately when he got to Canada, he realized this movie was a bigger deal than he thought it would be. There were so many people involved in every aspect. So many things to learn—lines, fight choreography, hours with an intimacy coordinator for the love scenes, wardrobe fittings—Hunter went into panic mode the first day and stayed there. And then, on the first day of filming, they announced that the film had secured distribution with a major streaming service, which meant more money. Suddenly, they had fancier cameras and better special effects, and this insane machine of people who lingered on set asking for meetings with Hunter in between takes, making him film behind-the-scenes footage for a marketing campaign and lining up interviews. People wanted to talk to him. Magazines and entertainment podcasts he had actually heard of. It was no longer just a Canadian Indie flick, and Hunter had been catapulted into the big leagues.

The hype the film started to get, before they even wrapped, was exciting and surreal. And in spite of his anxiety, which sat at a deft-con 4 level at all times on this project, the shoot was a dream come true for Hunter. For the very first time, he felt like a legitimate, bona fide, real deal actor. Not to mention his co-stars were amazing. He bonded immediately with Mikayla Lawrence, his onscreen love interest. She was funny and easy-going, and they had chemistry - on and off the set. Hunter often found himself hanging out in her rental apartment, which was in the same building as his. She often went to the gym with him, too, and even convinced him to go hiking on one of their shared days off. She took him on a trail called the Grouse Grind, and his thighs still quivered painfully when he thought about it.

Mikayla was more established in her career than Hunter and had been on a successful pre-teen show before doing a small, recurring role on a popular television series for three years. She was a wealth of advice and knowledge, and she never made Hunter feel like an imposter or an idiot. And when she thought he was making himself feel like an imposter, she would give him a pep talk.

Hunter probably could have hooked up with her. He thought he had clocked signs she was interested. But he didn’t want to be a cliché —the actor who hooks up with his costars. And he often walked away from whatever he was doing with her to answer FaceTimes and texts from Colby, so… Hunter realized that was another clue that maybe he shouldn’t hop into bed with her. I mean, it wasn’t like him and Colby were anything romantic, but his body was definitely interested in exploring more with him. And keeping away from romantic entanglements was probably best for him right now. This was most definitely his ‘shot’, and he needed to focus on his career and nothing else.