Warning!! Slash scene
The hot water streams down my nape and shoulders, down my back and into the crack of my ass. It feels damn good and, finally, I start relaxing.
I’ve been such a nervous wreck lately, and all because of tonight.
It’s not the first time that people will see my paintings, and I hope it won’t be the last time either, but until now, I always shared the exhibitions with other newbie artists; painters, photographers and sculptors. Tonight however I’ll be the center of attention, all gazes will be on me and my paintings, and it’s a bit scary.
Vin better than anyone else, understands my fear of being rejected, of being judged and so that’s the reason why he has been showing me his unconditional support time and again. And that reminds me that I have some outstanding apologies to give for my out of place behavior during the last two weeks.
“I’m sorry for being such a pain in your ass lately.” My voice sounds quiet as I glance at Vin over my shoulder.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” Vin shrugs his shoulders, grabbing the soap, for real this time. “’Sides, you can be a pain in my ass any day.” His eyes twinkle with that wicked gleam I love so much as he smirks at the unintentional double meaning in my words.
I grin a little and then sigh again. “It’s just that I’m so fucking nervous.”
“You’ll do fine. People will love your paintings.” Vin answers patiently as he soaps himself. “All you have to do is be your incredible self and to enjoy the evening.”
Yeah, easier said than done, big guy. “But there’ll be critics at the gallery, Vin!”
Now I sounded like a whiny brat but it concerns me what they might say. And I already know that I shouldn’t be wasting energy and time worrying in advance about critics, but I can’t help it.
“So what? All the people that love you will be there too,” Vin reasoned and even though that thought is quite a soothing feeling, it’s not enough, not right now, anyway.
“I don’t want to disappoint them. With the exception of you, no one has seen what I’ve been working on for the last months.”
Vin chuckles, rinsing quickly. “All the better, their reaction will be genuine.”
“What if they don’t like it? What if my paintings don’t communicate one single emotion? What if they suck big time?” I panic, starting to hyperventilate. “Damn! What if I’m not able to sell one single painting at all, Vin?”
“You worry too much, Gabe.” Vin’s body presses against me from behind, every inch of him is in contact with me as he holds me tightly. “Everything will go great, you’ll see. I’ll be there, holding your hand the same way you did so many times with me.” His voice sounds calm and reassuring, soothing me as much as his mere presence does. “And if critics don’t like your paintings, then fuck them, ‘cause at the end what really matters is what people think about them. You said so yourself many times to me, right?”
I nod, thinking about both of us having this very same conversation six months ago, the night that the premiere of the third movie Vin had directed took place, but unlike now, I was the one playing the reasoning part and he was the one hyperventilating.
“Now breathe, or you’ll pass out.”
With a bit of effort, I do as he tells me, taking a deep breath, slowly letting out the air, repeating the motion several times. After a few seconds, I feel better but I’m still concerned. “I can’t help it.” I sigh heavily. “I’m so scared, Vin.” I’m starting to sound like a scratched vinyl record and I hate it.
“I know, now shut up and stop thinking.”
I guess Vin thinks the same. That, or he already reached the end of his patience. I open my mouth to argue further. However, I think better as soon as I feel Vin’s hard shaft against my ass, nestling into my crack. Instead, I lean back, sighing with contentment. Vin is my rock.
“That’s right, now relax and let yourself go.”
Soapy hands wash me from head to foot and I find myself silently thanking whatever power made us attach a metal safety bar to the wall because I swear it’s the only thing keeping me from slipping to the floor in a boneless heap.
I tilt my head backward, eyes closed, as Vin lathers deliciously sweet-smelling shampoo into my hair, massaging my scalp with his fingers. The movement makes the tip of his cock dance and slide over my butt cheeks while his wet, soft hair grazes the back of my thighs, my lower back, my shoulder blades, everywhere…Oh, yeah…
“Vin…oh, God that feels so…” I groan and he laughs softly, moving me under the spray to rinse away the lather.
Only when my hair is squeaky clean does he turn me around to face him and I find myself drowning in dark brown eyes, a hot hungry mouth and a very hard cock sliding over my belly. His chest presses against mine, that fuzz that drives me crazy tickling me, and it feels so good that I throw my head forward, clutching his broad shoulders as I bite back a moan. Pressure gathers in an aching knot in my balls and my legs almost can’t support me.
“Turn around so I can wash your back.” Vin’s voice sounds strained and harsh and I have to smile knowing this is affecting him just as much as it’s affecting me.
I shake my head ‘no’, tracing the line of his hipbone with my fingers down to his soft, black pubic hair. There was a time when we both shaved. Not anymore. I rake my fingers in the silky curls, wrapping my hand around his cock. Warm, solid, beautiful.
Vin’s breath gets caught in his throat and I whimper longingly, as though I’m a hungry puppy. The urge to get on my knees is more than I can resist. The head of his cock is deep red and swollen and hard as a rock, so fucking tempting and it’s then when it strikes me.
“Hey, lover boy, how come that you’re hard again?” I gaze up at him, narrowing my eyes in suspicion. I know the answer, but I just can’t let the chance to tease him a little bit pass up.
“Come on, turn around.”
Vin ignores my question and, obediently, I turn around, but not before I give him a funny look.
This is Vin’s brilliant idea to keep me from worrying about something. Fucking me until I’m too exhausted to even form a coherent thought. If I can’t think straight, then I won’t be able to worry about anything, right? Simple but effective.
Besides, I know he won’t fess up; won’t admit that he took one of those blue pills when I wasn’t looking. It’s hard for him to come to terms with the fact that he’s not a teenager anymore, even though he sometimes acts like one. Refractory periods are a bitch, but it’s not like I’m a teenager myself.
To get better balance on the slick surface, I spread my legs a bit, leaning my weight into my hands. This, naturally, lifts and spreads my ass cheeks causing Vin to suck in a breath between his teeth.
However, being spread for him like this makes my knees tremble with a mix of excitement and fear and all of sudden I need his hands on me, to reassure me that I’ll be okay, that he’ll take care of me, always.
As though Vin can read my thoughts, teeth nip at my shoulder while his soapy hands slick down my back, making slow circles, down my spine to my hips and then finally cupping my ass.
Vin soaps up my cheeks and then run his fingers down my crack. My hole tingles but I don’t move and his fingers slide down slowly, oh so slowly, circling my hole, teasing it and then slipping away when I press back to get his fingers in me. Bastard.
“Gotcha!” Vin chuckles into my ear, gently biting my lobe and I grin, closing my eyes and losing myself in the wonderful sensations quickly spreading across my body.
His slippery fingers keep stroking that little spot under my balls and it feels so fucking good that my cock leaks and twitches as he runs his thumb around the base of my balls, swirling in little circles, then gently cupping them in his hand.
I spread my legs more to give him better access and Vin presses into me; his other hand running lightly over my back. For once, he’s not talking; he’s just breathing, touching me, moaning now and then.
The weight of his cock is warm and solid, resting on the top of my ass; his balls are soft against my crack, and I find myself drifting, lost in his hands and his body against me.
Vin’s breath is getting raspy in my ear while the water pounds down on us in our little, built-for-midgets shower stall. Then his hand wraps around my cock, stroking it with long, languorous strokes.
Dimly, through my sexual cloud, I feel his cock sliding down my crack and I feel as though electricity shot through me. Vin’s hips then take on a slow rhythm and I bite back a scream from the pleasure of his hands jacking me while his cock slides up and down my crack, slippery from the water and the soap.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Gabe…” Vin groans under his breath, stroking me a bit faster.
My knees buckle and I throw my weight against my hands. Not thinking; just the pleasure and the water on my face. I want to scream and cum while he fucks me. His cock gets caught at my hole and I want him in me so bad, filling me…I can’t stand it and all rational thoughts fly, leaving nothing more than a painful ache.
The head of his cock teases my hole and I can’t think anymore. All I want is that big, gorgeous cock inside me. All I want is Vin fucking me into oblivion. I don’t care…I just want him inside me!
Suddenly, Vin shoves me forward away from him and I look back at him over my shoulder, confused. My head still spinning in my haze of need. “What…”
Vin is standing there with his face red, panting like he just ran a marathon and when he runs his hand over his wet face I see that it’s shaking.
“Gotta stop,” he growls and then swallows hard while I stare at him blankly. His eyes burn, dark and clouded, as though he’s running a fever. “You better get out before I fuck you raw.”
A flash of his cock inside me without a barrier of latex, just feeling nothing but hot, smooth flesh and the hot spurt of his cum deep in me made me go weak, but I force the image out of my mind as the reality of what almost happened dawns on me.
The animal lust is still there but reason returns and I nod, swallowing hard. Then I reach out, stroking his flushed cheek before I slide the glass door open, stepping out onto the rug.
Still dazed and stupid, I stand, staring at myself in the mirror. My own face is bright red and my mouth is slightly open, panting. I can’t believe what we almost did. We both are clean and disease-free, but that’s not the point.
“Vin…I’m sorry.” I say over the rush of the shower.
“No, it’s my fault. I should have known better.”
I’m only noticing that the water got cooler. Vin is about to get a blast of cold and I half-smile when I hear him gasping, muttering a curse under his breath.
The water goes off with a squeak of turning faucets and he pulls the glass door open. For a second I’m scared that he would be mad at me, but Vin grins. “I’m a pushy little fucker.”
I stare at him, naked and dripping, fucking delicious. My cock is still hard but at least my brain is back in control.
“Thank God you are, otherwise we wouldn’t be here today.” I try to cheer him up and he smiles, but somehow it feels half-heartfelt; as though he’s busy mulling on what seems to concern him the most.
“’Sides, I had an unfair advantage.” He shrugs his shoulders but I feel the tension radiating from him.
It wasn’t his fault, but I know he won’t come forward, openly asking me the question I know is killing him inside. So, I follow his lead, waiting for him to be ready.
“Yeah, you did.” I grab two towels out of the cupboard behind the door, tossing one to him. “You were holding my cock hostage.”
Vin laughs and the tension seems to leave him, if not completely; there’s this little silence as we dry off. It’s not uncomfortable, just a bit odd.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch him, and can’t help but to drool over the luscious curves and hard lines of his beautiful body. It’s true that I can’t grate Parmesan cheese on his abdominal muscles, but why would I want to do such a thing, right? Vin still looks hot and sexy; he’s like a delicious wine. Only gets better as the years go by.
Finally, he looks up into my eyes in the mirror. “Would you have stopped me, Gabe? If I’d actually started to push inside?”
Doubts assault me, but I nod emphatically. “Yes, I would’ve stopped you.”
I need to convince myself of that just as much as I need to convince him. Vin has already so much on him; he has to know that he wasn’t responsible for what happened. It’s too much of a burden for him to carry alone.
“We just got too carried away.” I add as an afterthought, grinning sheepishly. I still have some issues reconciling what my body wants and what my brains says.
Dropping the towel, Vin wraps his arms around my neck and, dipping his head, he kisses me deeply.
When we come apart, panting lightly, he locks eyes with me. “You know I’d never do anything to hurt you, right?”
“I know.” I reply, not a trace of hesitation on my voice.
There was a time when he did hurt me, badly, and it happened more than once, but that was back when he didn’t know for sure what he wanted and the fear of what lay ahead in his future scared the hell out of him. It didn’t help that I was a walking-talking contradiction, like Vin said.
“Come over here, big guy.” Reaching back, I drop the toilet seat, sitting down and pull his hips close to me.
Vin buries his hands in my wet hair, stroking my scalp as first I lick the head of his cock, and then swallow it down my throat.
The low, sexy moans he can’t keep back turn me on and I stroke myself rhythmically while I look up into his eyes, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft. I can see his ass in the mirror behind us and I love seeing the muscles flex, watching him buck into me, fucking my face.
My balls ache and I feel a deep tingle blossoming at the very base of my cock and radiating out through my belly and up my spine. My moans make him shiver and I suck him harder, swirling my tongue around the juicy head of his cock on every backstroke.
Just as the tingle in my balls starts to explode into yellow sparkles, Vin lets out a low growl and thrust hard into my mouth, catching my head to hold it still. His warm cum spurts into my mouth and I muffle my own cries with his cock while I come all over my hand, splattering my thighs.
Vin looks down at me and, grinning, he withdraws, wiping the drop of cum off my chin with his thumb, feeding it to me. Without thinking, I suck his finger clean, swirling my tongue around in a much similar way I did with his cock mere seconds before.
“Holy shit! Look at the time!”
I blink, a bit startled and look at the clock.
“Come on,” Vin pulls me up, kissing me fast and releasing me. “We gotta get moving or we’ll be late.”
“Oh, now you worry about being late?” I knit a brow, glaring at him without moving.
Vin ignores me, as always, and grabs the discarded towel. “I’ll make pancakes for breakfast and I want to see your ass in the kitchen in 15 minutes tops.” And playfully slapping my ass, he exits the bathroom.
“You always want to see my ass, big guy!” I yell at his back, grinning like a fool.
“Give a dog a bad name…” Vin mumbles under his breath but I hear the humor on his voice.
Pancakes. Vin only makes me pancakes for breakfast if he’s asking for forgiveness or if he wants to make me feel better.
((Six years before))
I never liked to attract people’s attention or to be under the spotlight.
Yeah, I know what you all must be thinking now. If I don’t like that then what the heck am I doing with Vin, right? Well, that’s easy to answer; we are not under the spotlight anymore. It wasn’t always that way though.
Even though at that time he wasn’t an A-list celeb anymore, Vin still was very famous and paparazzi used to show up out of nowhere to take pictures of him and whoever he was with. The constant exposure was exhausting and the lack of privacy overwhelming. They seemed to have some sort of weird sixth sense to know where to find the celebrities 24/7. That was scary enough in itself, but with almost every single living soul packing a cell phone that could take pictures or record images it was terrifying. Everybody was a potential paparazzo and nobody was safe from them. It was like a jungle full of hunters in the making. I never got used to that shit. But let’s go back to the beginning.
First off, I never thought I’d meet a celebrity, you know? I mean really meeting one. It’s true that I was at an advantage because I moved in celebs’ circles, sort of, but such a fact along with what I did for a living would only get me to get laid by them, and for better or for worse, if I had something in my life it was sex, plenty of it.
In the second place, you have to know that most celebs just don’t mingle with us mere mortals. You don’t run into them by chance while doing random things like shopping, unless they feel in the mood or you’re lucky enough to be in the same place at the same time. Unlikely, but possible. Weird things happen. But most celebrities lived in some sort of exclusive alternative universe in which just a few people are allowed to enter, and even among celebs there are classes.
Now let me tell you that I didn’t go to watch movies anymore nor did I keep track of celebs’ whereabouts, mostly because I wasn’t in the least interested. When I wasn’t working I was painting and I already had enough dealing with my own shit to waste my time reading gossip. Max however liked to surf the Internet and he used to spend hours, reading gossip and searching for the latest news about celebrities.
He was the one telling me that he had found that Sammy was Vin’s kid sister and he also told me that the pregnant girl we had seen at the nightclub with Vin was Paloma Jimenez, a Mexican model and the mother of his daughter. Max even knew the baby girl’s name. Hania Riley. And last but not least, he told me among other things, such as that Vin’s career was almost done, that Vin was rumoured to be dating a Dominican boy, Karim Nader.
I still didn’t know, of course, but I was going to have the misfortune of meeting that spoiled brat really soon. But I’m getting ahead of myself once more, so let’s go back to the hen party.
Max and I had been hired to perform at Cynthia’s hen party; she was Vin’s PA and was going to marry some rich Dominican business man she had met in Santo Domingo. She happened to be a wonderful woman who had this fetish for gay men. Cynthia even confessed to me that one of her most wild sex fantasies was to fuck her soon to be husband with a huge black dildo. Of course, at the time she had been pretty drunk, half naked and wearing a strap on dildo as a hat.
Anyway, I knew that Sammy and Paloma would be at the hen party but I didn’t think anything of it. I mean, a hen party is a hen party, right? No men are allowed to assist. But what I didn’t bear in my mind was that, precisely because both women would be there, Vin would show up as well. And by the time I spotted him I had already been paid to perform.
Max said that it would be very unprofessional to leave and that if we offered a hell of a performance, then rumor would spread. It would be our chance to get hired to perform at private parties organized for and by celebs in which we’d be able to get paid a lot of money. I would even be able to stop shooting porno.
Needless to say that Max convinced me but I hadn’t gotten rid of that weird feeling. Quite the opposite, it had only gotten worse. It was the very same feeling I had when I met Vin.
I hadn’t wanted to admit this to anyone, not even to myself, but I had been thinking about him. Now don’t get me wrong, I hadn’t changed my mind about one night stands and I knew that would be everything I’d get from Mr. Diesel. Not to mention that, after what Max had found out about him, well, I felt kind of stupid. I mean, the man had a daughter with a girl and, if the rumors were to be trusted, he was doing another guy and God knew who else.
It was true that I didn’t know shit about celebs, but even if I would have been naïve enough to have illusions, I would only get hurt, and badly. It was a fact that Vin’s life was too complicated and, clearly, there was no room for someone like me. Besides, who was I kidding? Just because he had hit on me didn’t mean we were going to start dating, right? And let’s not forget how he had acted at the nightclub.
Anyway, we weren’t the only go-go dancers there that night but Max and I were the main course and, since Cynthia’s mother was lightly indisposed and had left the party soon, Max and I could do more than touching and kissing.
On any other occasion I wouldn’t have minded at all, I swear. Max was the best porno partner I had never had, but with Vin being there…
“We said 69, Max.”
“I know, sweetheart, but the bride will pay us $3000 more if we fuck.”
“I don’t care.” I stubbornly replied. I just didn’t want to fuck with Vin watching me but there was no way I was going to tell Max. “If she wants to watch us fucking, tell her to buy one of our movies.”
The firm determination in my voice should have caused Max to let go, but he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
“What’s the problem, Gabriel?”
I sighed hard and decided to play dumb. “Nothing. It’s just that I’m not in the mood.” I lied.
“Bullshit.” Max answered calmly; he wasn’t mad just disconcerted at my behavior. “You never had a problem fucking in front of a small audience. Hell! You’ve been fisted with at least a dozen pair of eyes watching how your tight ass was stretched to its limits!”
I cringed inwardly; I really didn’t need that vision within my head at that moment. “Fuck you, Max!” I muttered and, turning around, I started grabbing my shit. I was so out of there.
A playful knock on the door echoed in the room and Max went to open it.
“Is everything okay, guys?”
As soon as I heard Sammy’s voice I turned around, looking at her. “No.”
Both Max and I answered at once.
Sammy looked back and forth to us, blinking. “So what is it, boys? Yes or no?” She smiled sweetly, but her eyes were narrowed.
“Yes, of course,” Max shot me a warning look and I hesitated before finally nodding, defeated.
Max had been right, I had to concede. I had been fucked many times while people watched and had done some things that would make people puke their guts out. So who was I to act all prudish and shit, right?
“Gabriel, are you sure, honey?” Sammy eyed me suspiciously but her smile never faltered. “Because if you have any problem with the performance…well, you can tell me. I’m sure we’ll find a solution.” It was then when I realized that my future sister in law wasn’t easy to fool.
“Just give us a couple of minutes, please?” I managed a smile and she nodded, but her gaze told me that she wasn’t buying it.
“Sure. I’ll be outside, just call me when you’re ready, okay?”
“We’ll do so, love.” Max smiled and all but ushered Sammy out of the room, closing the door. Then turned around, looking at me.
I guess he saw something that he wasn’t expecting because after a long moment of staring at my eyes in complete silence, Max shrugged his shoulders.
“Fine, okay, you got it. We’ll perform 69 and that’s all.”
My lips tugged up in a small wicked grin. “Fuck you.”
“Damn, sweetheart, will you make up your mind already?” Max scolded me, shaking his head but he was grinning too. “Now, tell me, what’s bothering you so much?”
I sighed hard. “Vin Diesel is out there.”
“So what? He was at the nightclub the other night too,” Max started changing into our outfit to perform. “Which reminds me of what a pompous prick he is for real; there’s nothing worse than a closeted queer who to top it off is a ‘has been’ celeb.”
I frowned at Max’s words. I wasn’t sure I liked what he said about Vin, but had to agree with Max all the same. It had been quite a shock to realize that even though Vin had close friends that were gay, like Gordon, he also was one of those cretins that liked to keep up appearances; one of those fuckers that liked guys but hated such a fact. I had met quite a few of those over the years.
“There are only two kinds of straight people. The ones that hate us to our faces and the ones that hate us behind our backs.”
I wasn’t sure that observation would fit Vin. Besides, I knew many straight people and they didn’t hate me because I was gay. “Fred is straight and he doesn’t hate us,” I pointed out.
“That’s ’cause he’s out of this world. I keep expecting for Fred to grow a pair of silver wings and the matching halo any time.” Max smirked and I grinned. Yep, Fred was an angel all right.
“But Vin is not straight, so that can’t be applied to him either.” Surprisingly, I found myself refusing to believe that Vin was that way; I didn’t want him being that way. I couldn’t stand bigots or people that had double standards, and that hasn’t changed over the years.
“Yeah, but he pretends to be one and that’s worse.” Max shrugged his shoulders. I hate to admit it, but that was true too. “Come on, let’s get this shit done.”
I let out a heavy sigh and nodded, getting dressed. The sooner we were out of there the better.
When I was a little kid I wanted to be a superhero. Yeah, I know, what kid doesn’t want to be one, right? But in my case, I didn’t want to save the world wearing tight pants and a cape or to have superpowers. What I really wanted was to make people happy; the happier the better. And so I embarked on such a praiseworthy task.
However, I soon realized that, even though it was a really rewarding experience, it also required a constant dedication. It was a full time job that was never done and I grew pretty frustrated rather soon. What do you want me to tell you? I was a little kid.
However, I didn’t give up and as I grew up a little more, I kept doing my best to make people happy, but instead of trying to make everybody happier, I focused all my efforts on the people I love. My parents, my friends and whoever I was sleeping with at the time. That was much more gratifying because I could see the immediate consequence of my actions. And I also realized that, most of the time, it required very little to make someone happy. Sometimes just a smile or a compliment was enough to brighten someone’s day.
Then I became a star, a celebrity, and my actions slowly but leisurely gave way to expensive gifts. It was easier that way because I didn’t have to spend one single minute thinking about a way to make someone happier. All I had to do was to send someone else to buy something indecently expensive and my job was done, or on a few occasions I bought it myself. In any case, there was no effort on my part and the result was the same. People were happier after receiving their presents and so I could focus on other things, such as myself.
It worked for years and nobody complained, until Gabe showed up in my life. Back then, I still didn’t know it of course, but he wouldn’t have any of it. Gabe didn’t want expensive gifts; he wanted smiles.
“Coño…” Val’s eyebrows arched up almost touching his hairline. “No wonder…” he whispered under his breath, astonished, watching Gabe deep throating Max. “Can I have him, pretty please?”
I chuckled. Val was so straight that some days it was annoying but even he had to admit that no one could give head to a guy like another guy could. The same with lesbians. They eat pussy ten thousand times better than any of us men can. And so that was the reason why, as soon as Val and I learnt that universal truth, we got a dyke we had known back when we were still in high school and begged her to show us how to eat pussy the right way. I have to add that no one complained since then, but let’s not get off the subject here ‘cause that story has nothing to do with Gabe.
Too soon for Cynthia’s liking, the show was over and I realized that I hadn’t even paid close attention to Gabe and Max. It wasn’t that they hadn’t offered quite a show, because they sure as hell knew what they were doing, but all I could think about was that I really wanted to talk with Gabe, alone.
Now, I only had to figure out how to do that without putting my foot in it. That would be such a challenge, I knew. I didn’t feel like making the same mistake for the third time. Not to mention that the nasty glare Gabe shot me as soon as he spotted me told me that I better not be thinking about going anywhere close to him. Nevertheless, I felt that I had to apologize for my unacceptable behavior at the nightclub. I wasn’t sure but maybe the little kid that lived within me still wanted to make as many people as possible happy.
“I’m driving Sammy and Paloma back to your place. You staying?” Val turned around, grabbing his jacket and I frowned, looking at Cynthia.
My PA was dancing like a mad woman, sandwiched between two go-go dancers. I grinned and shook my head.
People wouldn’t believe watching her now that Cynthia could be a drill sergeant, bossing everybody around, including me. No one dared to mess with her either; I was going to miss the hell out of that bitch. Hector Ramirez was one lucky motherfucker.
“I better make sure that Cynthia doesn’t get in trouble.” I knew that Hector would cut off my balls if something happened to her. Not that I would allow it anyway.
“She won’t remember half the things she’s doing now.” Val chuckled.
I grinned. “Yeah, good thing that everybody signed a confidentiality agreement.”
“See you tomorrow.” Val tapped my shoulder and bent forward a little so no one heard his next words. “Try not to get yourself in deep shit, okay?” And with that he slipped past me.
I snorted but absentmindedly nodded, only then realizing that Gabe was nowhere to be seen. I swear that he was like a magician, vanishing as though made of smoke. It was quite disconcerting.
Making sure that my bodyguards would keep an eye on Cynthia and the rest of women that came to the party, and after I said my goodbyes to Sammy and Paloma, I knocked on the door of the room that Sammy had gotten ready as a dressing room and waited.
I could have let myself in, at the end I was the one paying for everything, but thought that would be rather rude and quite thoughtless on my part. Gabe and Max deserved their intimacy, no matter how weird that sounded, even to me, after what around 20 guests had seen just a few minutes before.
A voice called from the other side; it was Gabe’s, so taking a deep breath, I cracked my neck bones and entered, closing the door at my back.
Gabe was ready to leave, but Max was still half dressed, although he didn’t pay me any attention. I looked at Gabe; he was frozen on the spot and I dare to say that shaking like a leaf. I, once more, wasn’t doing much better.
Most people always expected for me to say something witty or clever, no matter the occasion, but even though I had rehearsed what I wanted to tell Gabe, then and there my mind went blank.
So, there I was all slack jawed and feeling stupid, staring at Gabe without saying a word. I started suspecting that I’d end up making a spectacle of myself when, finally, I managed to utter two words. And proud of it, let me tell you!
Yeah, lame, I know, but it got me a reply.
“Did you enjoy the show?”
Only thing was that Gabe wasn’t the one answering, but Max.
“To tell you the truth I wasn’t paying attention. I was busy looking at Gabe.” I watched how his cheeks turned slightly red as he smiled shyly, averting his gaze. “But Cynthia loved it, so I’d say that you did a great job.”
Max grinned, glancing at Gabe. “So, Gabe, you ready to go, sweetheart?”
I noticed the hint of sarcasm in Max’s voice and didn’t like it. Gabe didn’t seem to like it either but he nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.” However, his voice sounded a bit defeated, as though he was waiting for me to say something else.
I knew right away that if I didn’t say anything I wouldn’t have another chance. Carpe diem. “Gabe, would you like to have a coffee or something with me?”
Max snorted under his breath but Gabe turned around, meeting my gaze. He opened his mouth and I feared that he would say ‘no’, so I spoke faster.
“I’d like to talk with you, if you don’t have other plans, of course.” I sounded like a dumb fuck and wanted to kick myself, but there wasn’t much I could do now that the stupid line was out, except using the occasion to apologize, just in case I didn’t see him again. “And I’d like to apologize for acting like a pompous prick. I may be a ‘has been’ celeb and a closet queer, but I’m not a homophobic asshole.”
Gabe’s eyes grew impossibly wide as he looked at Max who knit a brow, surely wondering how I knew what they had said.
“Sammy heard you both talking,” I shrugged my shoulders. That hotel was one of the most expensive across the city of LA but its partition walls were as thin as cigarette paper. “It’s okay, I’ve been called worse things and you were right, anyway.”
The sympathetic look Gabe offered to me made me think that I still had a chance with him, however, his next words felt like a bucket of icy cold water.
“I don’t have other plans, but it’s a bit late.”
I went to pieces, realizing that my apologies had served for nothing. Once more Gabe was brushing me off. I had been such a moron for thinking that he’d like to stay. I wasn’t thinking about having sex with him anymore. Well, okay, I’ll rephrase that. Having sex with Gabe wasn’t my priority anymore, all I wanted was to talk with him. However, even I could see that he wasn’t interested, so instead of keeping pushing him, I nodded, moving out of the way.
“Okay, I understand.”
Gabe blinked at me, surprised, I guess. I bet he hadn’t expected for me to give up that fast, but I really didn’t want to act like a pushy fucker, at least not at that moment. Maybe it would be for the better if we didn’t have a chance to know each other.
Perversely, now that I had started convincing myself that Gabe leaving would be for the best, he no longer looked willing to go. His next words confirmed it.
“I don’t like coffee, but a beer…”
He left the phrase unfinished, smiling sheepishly and I found myself grinning like a fool. Paloma was damn right. Being a pushy fucker wouldn’t get me everywhere, now being my charming self…
“Which kind you like?”
“Gabriel, sweetheart, it’s late.”
At that very second I decided that Max and I wouldn’t become good friends any time soon, not if he kept being such an insufferable asshole. It was one thing to watch over your friends, that I could understand better than most people, but ruining their chances to do something they wanted to do was a whole different ballgame.
“Coronita.” Apparently, Gabe thought the same.
Max shot me an icy glare but I ignored him. Gabe was staying and I was going to have the chance to talk with him. It was all that mattered to me.
Not even had Vin left the room when I looked back at Max. He was staring at me with a expression that said ‘you’re about to make the worst mistake of your life’ written all over his face.
“I know what you think but I’m just gonna have a beer with him.” And that was all I was planning to do. I swear.
“Hm-mm.” Max eyed me doubtfully; clearly he didn’t believe me. “And then what?” Max folded his arms across his chest.
I wanted to laugh at the disapproving look he gave me. It was damn funny coming from him, considering that Max fucked everything that had pulse and a dick.
“Nothing.” He echoed.
I sighed softly. “Max, I’m not stupid, okay? I may be naïve but I don’t live in lala land. I can take care of myself; I’ve been doing it since I was a kid. A street kid actually.”
Max frowned. “I just don’t want you getting hurt, sweetheart, that’s all.” He stepped forward and gave me a hug.
Max was a touchy, feely kind of guy; he was always throwing his arm around everybody or grabbing them by their shoulders to lead them in some direction he wanted to go.
“I know that but I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s just a beer.” I reached around and gave him a quick squeeze, but when I started to ease off, I felt his arms gripping me tighter.
“I know his kind, Gabriel. He’ll use you and then he’ll kick you out of his life, or worse, he’ll never let you in, not completely.” Max’s voice sounded grim and I looked at his face and saw an expression I couldn’t read.
I frowned, struggling a little so that he’d let me go. “If I knew you better I’d say that you’re jealous.”
“Fuck you, Gabe,” he shot me a look of pure malice. It took my breath away. “But then, I suppose that’ll be taken care of pretty soon.”
I went on the defensive. “Don’t cross that line, Max,” I warned. I don’t think he even heard me.
“For fuck’s sake, Gabriel! Did you not pay attention when I told you what I found out about him? You don’t mean shit to him; he just wants to fuck you. Can’t you see that?”
I knew that Max was concerned, but such a fact didn’t give him the right to tell me how to live my life. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to allow anyone to tell me how to live it, not even him.
My anger erupted. “Listen to me and listen good,” I said through clenched teeth. “I don’t have to put up with this bullshit from you. Shit, Max, of all people, you should know better than lecturing me. How many guys did you fuck since I’ve known you? Ten, fifteen, one hundred?”
“But I never put my heart in it. Never allowed them in. Ever.”
“I just gonna have a fucking beer with him.” I protested. “Is that such a bad thing?” I just couldn’t understand what had gotten to him.
Max shook his head. “It’s much more than a beer, Gabriel. I saw the way he looked at you and how you looked at him. You’ll have his cock buried up your ass before sunrise.”
I stared at him opened mouthed. In the four years I’d known Max, he’d never acted like this. I could feel rage welling up in my chest, but I didn’t want to give it room to grow.
“I think it’ll be better if you leave, Max, before we both say things we don’t mean and will eventually regret.”
Max recoiled and I saw how he swallowed forcefully. “Fine. But don’t come crying when he breaks your heart.”
“I won’t.” I said softly.
Max spun around and was gone in seconds. It was then when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Vin, standing in the middle of the small foyer that separated the three rooms inside the huge suite, two Coronita beers in his hands.
I let out the air I hadn’t realized I’d been holding and found myself shaking my head ‘no’. No, I was not okay, but Damnit all if I was going to leave. Now it was a matter of pride.
“Do you still feel like having a beer with me?”
I knew right away that Vin had heard us fighting over him and, for a second, I feared he’d go on the defensive.
“‘Cause you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I hope you know that.”
I sighed and scrubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands. “Yeah, I know.” I was so tired suddenly; I could have fallen asleep right there.
“You looked tired.” Vin said, as though he could read me as he handed me one of the beers. “You can crash here, if you want.” I eyed him in suspicion and he hastened to add. “Alone, of course.” He grinned a little and then went on. “I rented the entire floor so there are three more suites available. I’ll have your name added to the list of guests.”
I didn’t know why, exactly, but the look on his face made me grin. “That won’t be necessary.”
At that very second my stomach made a funny sound. I blushed in embarrassment but Vin gave me a funny look. “You hungry?”
I had gotten some bites earlier that day but somehow I had forgotten to eat. With the hen party and that weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, I hadn’t felt like eating anything. But now, my body had decided that didn’t give a damn about all that shit and, after my fight with Max, it needed fuel to keep going.
I nodded but looked down, still a bit embarrassed.
“Do you like pancakes?”
I blinked, snapping my head up. Of all the things he could have said. “Love them.” And it was true. Pancakes had always been my favorite thing to eat.
“Me too.” Vin smiled and his entire face brightened. I felt my heart skipping a beat. “Come on, I’ll make you pancakes.”
I knit a brow at that. “What, are you gonna do them yourself?”
“In the kitchen, of course.” He deadpanned, turning around and heading towards the entrance of the suite. Hesitantly, I followed him, sipping from my beer. “Not sure the chef would be too happy with us messing in his sanctuary though, but what the hell!” Vin laughed and gestured for me to exit the suite first.
I obliged, still thinking about Vin showing up at the kitchen of the hotel, asking the staff to let him just to make me pancakes. “We can call room service, you know?”
“Yeah, I know, but it wouldn’t be the same.” He winked at me and I realized then and there that I was falling for him and didn’t even know how that had happened.