Blue Boy 1: Bullet (4 page)

They went through the motions—the obligatory foreplay, interspersed with posing for still camera shots. Levi was a veteran; sometimes he thought he could act out a porn scene with his eyes closed and still point his dick the right way, but Kai’s nerves betrayed him. A shaking hand. A mistimed gasp of air. A tiny whimper as Levi loomed over him, ready to roughly breach his tight, young body.

“A bottom is just a piece of ass to you, a hole to drill so you get paid. Have you ever stopped…”

He stopped. Took in Kai’s wide eyes and heaving chest. For all his cockiness, the kid was scared to death. Scared to death of
him
. It wasn’t something he’d thought of before, and he found he didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all.

Damn you, Sonny Valentine. Fine, have it your way.

He took Kai’s legs from over his shoulders and eased them back down. He bent and licked a slow, demonstrative trail up his chest as he considered his next move. Sonny was right in one respect. Pausing for thought wasn’t his style at all, and he wasn’t sure he even knew how to slow things down.

Kai bit his lip, confused at the sudden change in pace. Levi threw him a quick wink and made his decision. “I’m feelin’ kinda lazy today,” he drawled. “How ’bout you come over here and ride me, boy?”

He scooped Kai from the couch without waiting for an answer, spun round, and lowered himself down to lie on his back, propped up by the scattered cushions. Kai straddled him, aligning himself with his cock. Levi shifted, adjusting them both so the camera got the best money shot. It was an instinctive movement. Though Kai’s body blocked his view of Jon, he needed no direction.

Kai bore down, taking Levi into him, and his eyes bugged out as Levi’s dick slowly disappeared. “Fuck, you’re so big.”

Levi held still, supporting Kai’s weight with his hands. “You like that, huh?”

“Fuck, yeah, I like big dicks.” Kai’s thighs touched Levi’s balls. He could go no farther. He rolled his hips, playing up to the camera, and groaned. “You feel amazing.”

Levi grunted and mirrored the movement. Kai was hot and tight. There was no denying it felt good. “Show me,” he said gruffly. “Show me how good it feels.”

Kai caught on, following Levi’s subtle nudge and fucking himself on Levi’s dick. He set a cautious pace, easing himself in, but as genuine pleasure began to creep over his features, his movements got faster, harder. He reached for his cock and cried out at the sensation of double-edged pleasure.

Levi was amused by the sight of Kai enjoying himself so brazenly. He leaned farther back on the couch and put his hand behind his head. Perhaps he’d been missing a trick all these years, and this
was
the right way to fuck.

Still, as relaxed as he was, he couldn’t hold reality at bay forever. In his peripheral vision, Jon made the sign for a change in position. It was time to move on and pick up the pace.

He lifted Kai, turning his supple body so Kai could ride him facing the camera. It was a classic porn position, and one he often favored. Impersonal enough to maintain an illusion of detachment, and hot enough to get him where he needed to be.

He gripped Kai’s hips and thrust up into him in long, gentle circles. “Damn, you’re tight, boy.”

Kai groaned, dropping his chin to his chest. “Harder.”

“Like this?” Levi grunted and moved with more purpose.

Kai whimpered. “Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Levi obliged, increasing the pressure of his thrusts until a telltale tingling stirred in his belly, and Kai’s slim thighs began to shake.

Through the haze of sweat and arousal, Jon gave the signal to wrap things up. Levi maneuvered Kai again, pushing him forward on the L-shaped couch and onto his knees. Kai gasped. Levi put a soothing hand on Kai’s back and pressed his cock back inside him. He’d kept his word to quasi-Sonny and gone easy, but for this part he had to push a little harder. A shudder ran through him, and he allowed himself a wry smirk. He could stave off release for as long as was needed to suit a scene, but it was always reassuring to know it was there.

He leaned over Kai, positioning Kai's sweaty hands on the wide couch so he could support himself. “Hold on tight.”

“Yeah? You gonna fuck me hard?”

Kai’s voice was strained, laced with excitement and a touch of fear Levi wouldn’t have noticed before Sonny invaded his brain. He reached around and took Kai’s cock in his hand, using his other for leverage to push upright. “Hold on.”

The temperature in the studio rose. Levi slammed his hips forward, fucking Kai as hard as he dared without awakening the Sonny-shaped demon on his shoulder. The effort of such control was hard work. Sweat ran down his back, and his breath came in stuttered, growled gasps. Beneath him, Kai writhed and groaned as Levi pounded him until Kai finally blew his load all over the squeaky leather couch.

Levi eased off, slowing the punishing roll of his hips until he withdrew entirely. Kai lay spent on his front, panting, exhausted. Levi gave him a moment, pulling off the condom and removing it from view. He took himself in hand, ready to jack off over Kai’s back if necessary, but after a few seconds, Kai shifted, turned over, and slid from the couch. He dropped to his knees and batted Levi’s hand away. “Let me do that for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I wanna see you come.”

Levi wasn’t going to argue with that. He leaned back on his elbows, jutting his hips forward as Kai took him in hand, tentatively at first, but then with more purpose as he responded to Levi’s reactions.

“Fuck, yeah.” Levi snarled, playing it up. Most of his scenes were loud and noisy, filled with guttural yells and grunts, but he didn’t feel like that today. He let his eyes roll and groaned, feeling mellow as the faint, distant rush of release swept over him. Over the years, he’d perfected the art of separation, but an orgasm was an orgasm, and there was no denying the sweet pleasure as he came in Kai’s hand.

Kai smirked a wicked smirk that seemed at odds with his young face, and licked the cooling cum from his hand. “You taste good.”

“You like that, huh?” Inside, Levi cringed. He’d had his cum licked from his body a thousand times over, but it was still a fetish he didn’t get.

Kai let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, I like that. I liked all of it. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

“
Cut
!”

* * * *

Levi showered alone. He wasn’t entirely sure of Kai’s whereabouts. Kai had disappeared shortly after sidling up to him, kissing his cheek, and pushing his number into Levi's palm.

“Thank you. I wasn’t expecting to enjoy that, but I did. I really did. Call me.”

That was a new one. Levi ran his hand over his head. He’d let AJ go at his hair with a pair of clippers the day before and now sported a short crew cut. His head felt lighter. Perhaps that was why his typical postshoot funk had failed to materialize. In fact, he didn’t feel like he’d filmed a scene at all.

He washed up and left the wet room. Jon was waiting for him in the dressing area. That was unusual. The prep rooms were the models’ domain. Staff and crew didn’t venture back there much. Levi walked past Jon and dropped his towel on the bench. “Looking for me?”

“Maybe.” Jon ventured into the dressing area and leaned against the wall. “So that scene was a little…”

He let the statement hang, trusting Levi to fill in the blanks. Levi reached for his clothes. Jon had a way of getting under the skin of a man. It was part of the reason the studio was so successful; he knew what made people tick. Of course, it meant he noticed when even the slightest thing changed.

“You didn’t like it?” Levi pulled on some of the free, brand-new designer underwear lying around the studio, something he didn’t always bother with.

Jon held up his hands. “Dude, it’s not that. The scene was great. The chicks love all that emo porn. I just wasn’t expecting it from you. Gentle and sweet isn’t your MO.”

“Sweet?”

“You know what I mean. What’s the deal? Is there something going on between you and Kai?”

Levi paused in the process of yanking his well-worn jeans up his legs. “What? Why would you think that? I only met him today.”

“It didn’t seem like it. Seemed like you actually gave a shit.”

“And that’s bad?”

“No, I’m saying, if that’s the kind of scene you want to do, say so, and I can pair you up with the appropriate partner. That scene was great, but I’ve got requests coming out of my ears for that kid to get nailed. I kinda figured you were the guy for the job.”

Levi swallowed. Kai’s innocent gaze flashed into his mind, only to be replaced with Sonny’s astute hazel eyes. Frustration washed over him. The last time he’d let that little prick get inside his head, he’d woken up on the couch with a boner and a raging hangover. A cold shower had calmed his dick. The hangover, not so much.

“What about the three-way? Have you decided about that?”

“Huh?” Somehow, though he hadn’t thought of much else for weeks, the looming threat of getting topped by Rex the beast had slipped his mind. He stepped into his battered Converse and reached for his keys and cell phone. “Whatever. I’ll do it. Just make sure your check don’t bounce.”

He left without waiting for Jon to reply. It was late, he was beat, and he was getting a motherfucking headache.

Chapter Five

Levi tossed his phone to the floor beside the couch and coughed into his elbow. Jon hadn’t been impressed by him calling in sick and postponing an evening shoot, but when a bout of stomach flu had turned into real flu, he hadn’t had much choice. With his bloodshot eyes and congested chest, he looked and sounded like a skanky coke fiend. Not a good look for porn.

He flopped back on the couch and put his arm over his scratchy eyes. He’d had a headache for days, and his whole body hurt. Add in the cough and raging fever, and he felt as bad as he looked. Still, though he was too sick for porn, he had a full day of work ahead of him at the garage. He’d cried off early the day before, but there was too much backed up for AJ to get through on his own. After snatching a restless nap, he hauled his ass off the couch and drove to the garage.

AJ looked up and whistled as Levi made his way into the stuffy, airless auto shop. “Man, look at you. Thought you still had your head in the can?”

“That was yesterday. I’m fine now.”

“Yeah, you look it.”

AJ’s tone was dubious, but he said no more and returned to his work. Levi drifted over to the small office space and opened the diary. There were three bikes booked in. AJ was halfway into the first, and he’d left Levi the job they both hated—replacing defective pistons. With a full service and engine strip down, that shit was going to take all day.

Levi heaved a heavy sigh and dragged himself over to the waiting bike. He peeled off his shirt and stepped into his coveralls, lingering a moment by the stand-up fan and enjoying the weak, cool breeze on his overheated skin. The late-August weather had turned muggy, a sure sign that summer was coming to an end. He felt a flash of melancholy. He loved the summer. The bright, never-ending days seemed full of possibility, but with the weight of Bella’s impending eviction hanging over him—a matter he’d yet to address—the prospect of autumn seemed ominous and foreboding.

Or maybe it was the headache.

The day passed in a haze of oil, gasoline, and wrestling with stubborn metal, but despite his pathetic state, he finished up before AJ and got the last job done too. After, he sat at the desk and caught up on neglected paperwork. The office space was by AJ’s workstation. AJ was a reserved guy, content to work in companionable silence. Sometimes the quiet got under Levi’s skin, but today he welcomed it.

Too bad AJ felt the need to be uncharacteristically chatty. “So how’s life in the adult entertainment business?”

Levi glanced up from the account books. He’d been staring at them so long the figures were beginning to swim in his head. “Hmm? Oh, yeah, it’s okay…” He coughed into his elbow. “I did some new promo shots the other day. Want to see?”

AJ snorted and flipped him off. He was no homophobe, but gay porn freaked him out. In fact, any porn freaked him out. For a badass biker, he was kind of conservative. He didn’t often mention Levi’s double life, and Levi got a kick out of making him squirm, but he was too tired. He just wanted to finish the books and crawl back onto his couch.

“Speaking of porn.”

“Huh?” Levi glanced up again. He felt like hours had passed since the last time one of them had spoken, but it was clear by the amusement in AJ’s eyes that he was being dopey. “What the fuck are you talking about now?”

AJ pointed across the street. Levi followed his gaze and spotted Cam, his one real friend from Blue Boy, heading his way. He shut the books with a relieved sigh. Cam lived in Venice Beach but sometimes dropped by the garage on his way to the gym. It had been a while, though. Levi had missed him.

Cam ditched his skateboard at the door, bumped fists with AJ, and made his way to the back of the garage. He flopped onto the tattered old couch and punched Levi’s shoulder. “Whoa. So you really are sick. Man, you look like hell. Why aren’t you at home in that big empty bed of yours?”

Levi rolled his eyes, and ruffled Cam's unruly hair. He should’ve figured his early-morning phone call to Jon wouldn’t take long to reach Cam’s ears. Maybe the rumors about their not-so-secret relationship were true. “Fuck you. I’m okay.”

“You don’t look it.”

“Been saying that all damn day,” AJ called from behind the bike he was working on. “Stubborn asshole just came in to bug me.”

“Come here and say that.” Levi scowled, but AJ shrugged and went back to his work. He’d known Levi too long to be intimidated by his trademark growl. Levi turned his attention to Cam, taking in his shaggy auburn hair and bright green eyes. The dude was hot and still looked twenty-one. “How’s tricks?”

“Not bad, not bad.” Cam leaned back, folding his hands behind his head. “Haven’t seen you around the studio for a while.”

“I was there on Thursday. You’re the one who’s never around.”

That was the other reason he suspected the rumors about Cam and Jon were true. He didn’t pay much attention to such things, but he couldn’t remember the last time Cam shot a hard-core scene.