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“Yup. Cheers, Ned.’
He gives a curt nod. “G’night, lads.”
Once the door’s closed, William turns to me while kicking off his shoes. “How come Ned needs to follow you around now, but sometimes you do whatever you want?”
“Because people know I’m here. Filming, and for the festival. You’ll notice it more over the next few days. The festival’s a big thing. They’ll be fans around every corner. It’s all precautionary. But it only takes one nutter.”
“Fans, or people in general, must notice you wherever you go though, no?”
“To be honest, most people think they must be mistaken or can’t quite place where they know you from. The rest are pretty decent. They wait till you’ve passed to have a freak out with their mate, or they’ll just offer a wee smile. At worst, they might ask for a photo, which is fine. But if the masses know in advance you’re gonna be somewhere and the odd person turns into hundreds at the same time…well that’s when it gets unpredictable. And, if I’m honest, a bit overwhelming.”
“I can’t imagine it,” he says. “All those people, strangers knowing who I am.”
God, he’s beautiful. His sharp jaw, his dark eyes.
“They have no idea who I am.” My voice is quiet, breathy, as I close in on him. “They know the man on the screen. The characters I play.”
His steps mirror mine. One backwards for each of mine forward. He has no choice, my chest pushing into his until his back hits one of the tall bed posts. My fingers are on the buttons of his shirt, twisting, releasing, exposing his beautiful golden skin while I pepper kisses along his jaw.
“Do I know you?” he asks, the words uneven as my hand slips around his waist and up the bare flesh of his back.
I cup the side of his neck, run my thumb across his sweet lips. “More than anyone…” And then I kiss him.
He melts into me, gripping my face as his tongue pushes through my lips. He smells like tea tree and lemon from the pre-cruise shower, tastes of champagne and anticipation. His hands find my hair, fingers twisting and pulling through the strands, and when he groans into my mouth his lips are no longer enough.
Reaching between us, I rip open the button on his pants and dip my hand inside, finding him.
“Ah, fuck,” he moans, as I grip his cock.
While I tighten my grip, move my fist up and down, I can barely breathe from the pleasure…and my trousers are still firmly fastened. I let go. William’s shoulders sag, but as I start shoving his trousers down his legs, I know I’ll soon rectify his disappointment. With a sly grin, I start falling to my knees.
“Stop,” he orders, grabbing my collar. “Come to bed with me.”
I open my mouth, but no words form. For the first time, I’m following William’s lead. He steps out of the trousers I half pulled off, kicking them to the other side of the room, and shrugs out of his open shirt. Moving around the post, he climbs onto the bed naked, an utter vision, and just…watches me.
I start to undress. Shirt first. It seems to take an age to un-pop all the buttons. Trousers and underwear are next. I slide them over the cheeks of my arse, wriggle my hips until gravity drags them all the way down. My heart hammers under my ribs while I crawl onto the mattress to meet him.
William’s propped up on an elbow, towering slightly above me as I lie on my back. He presses a hand to my chest. Kisses my lips. “Your heart’s going so fast,” he whispers.
I can’t reply.
I grip the back of his neck, keep his lips on mine.
As we kiss, I feel the palm of his hand move lower, smoothing down my chest, onto my stomach. And then he stops. Everything. As if to gather himself.
“William…” I reach for his chin, turn his face which he’s buried in my neck. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“It’s not that. It’s…” He drops his head again. “It sounds stupid.”
“I couldn’t find anything you say stupid.”
“It’s just…I’ve never done it before. You know, with a man. I don’t know what you’ll like,” he says, risking a glance my way.
Keeping my gaze locked on his, I reach down, take his hand, and place it over my cock. He sucks in a breath, and his fingers instinctively close around it. “Just feel,” I tell him. “Explore. You know what you like. Start with that.”
At first, he keeps looking at my face while he strokes my dick. His fingers slide leisurely, torturously slowly from the base to the tip.
“That’s it,” I assure him, my breaths becoming deeper. “That feels good.”
It’s then he turns away, focuses on what he’s doing to me. He keeps one hand behind my neck while his other strokes and feels around my dick. His eyes bulge with fascination, and he releases his grip of my cock and smooths his palm down my balls.
