* Jeff *
When I woke the next morning, Daniel and I were still tangled together. I disengaged myself as gently as I could. He sighed and murmured something into the pillow, but didn't wake. I used the restroom, wrapped myself in a bathrobe, and padded to the kitchen to make some coffee and collect my thoughts.
Well, that had certainly been an unexpected development. Unexpected, but nice. No, nice was selling it way too short. It had been fucking amazing. Or was that just a half dozen years of celibacy talking? I ran my hands through my hair and let out a long, slow breath. No, I had been around the block a few times before Timothy and the subsequent self-imposed dry spell, and I thought I could still trust my memory. Daniel had been incredible.
So what now? Would he wake up and shrug it off as just a hookup? Or think we had made a terrible mistake? I suddenly realized that our encounter might put him in a very awkward position professionally, even though backstage love affairs were hardly uncommon in our world. I kicked myself mentally for not thinking of that before. Daniel had a lot more to lose from this than I did.
What do
you
want?
I ignored the prodding from my subconscious. Probably best to let Daniel call the shots on this, I decided. My subconscious informed me that that was a coward's decision.
Not at all,
I protested,
he should be free to make his own choices without pressure from me.
My subconscious seemed unconvinced.
When the coffee had finished brewing, I brought a mug into the bedroom for him. I had to admit, he looked damn good in my bed, with his reddish brown hair spread across the pillow and his long eyelashes closed tightly. I set the mug on the nightstand and kissed one smooth, exposed shoulder. That was a mistake: I was instantly hard and ready to start things all over again. The kiss turned into a nuzzle, and then a lick.
Cool it, Williams.
I stepped back as Daniel stirred and opened sleepy eyes. My heart jumped in my chest when they focused on me and he smiled.
"Good morning. I brought you some coffee. Sweet and creamy, right?"
His contented smile broadened at the double entendre, but he didn't rise to the bait.
"That's perfect, thanks. What time is it?"
"Eight o'clock. Do you have somewhere you need to be?"
Damn it, Jeff, don't sound like you're eager to usher him to the door. Act casual, but be thoughtful and supportive... God, those lips!
His mouth was still red and swollen from the previous evening's make-out session, and was practically daring me to kiss him again.
"Not until ten. At least that'll give me time to shower." He sat up, letting the covers slide to his waist. I tried not to look too eager, but my eyes were devouring every inch of him he chose to reveal. "Do you mind if I use yours?" There was more than a hint of uncertainty in the question: I cursed my thoughtlessness.
"Absolutely, feel free!" And now I was overcompensating, rushing around to find him a fresh towel and a spare toothbrush and razor—thank God I buy them in multi-packs, I hadn't needed to stock up for impromptu overnight guests in a decade—while he sipped his coffee and watched me. This kid had me more rattled than I could remember being in a long time. It was the vulnerability in those hazel eyes, the sense I got that the wrong move or word would send him rushing away.
He finally finished the coffee, stood up, and stretched, naked in all his glory. My head whipped round so fast I swear I heard something in my neck pop. He was even more beautiful in the daylight. And though he blushed fiercely and pulled at the sheet as though to cover himself again, his cock didn't seem to mind the attention. His piss hard-on was waving brazenly at me. My own erection was tenting my bathrobe. I found myself tightening the belt self-consciously.
"Thanks, Jeff."
He used my first name!
He took the towel from my hands while I groped in my mind for something kind and dashing and funny to say and failed miserably. I stood there like an idiot, watching his gorgeous ass disappear behind the bathroom door.
I waited a good ten minutes. I swear I meant to hold out, to let him make the first move, if there was ever going to be anything more to us than one night, but when I heard the shower running and pictured the water streaming off that slender body, my willpower deserted me. I knocked on the door and opened it a crack. Steam billowed out around me. "Daniel? Would you be interested in some company in there? You know... someone to wash your back?" I know, lamest pickup line I've ever used in my life. But then he poked his head out from behind the curtain and gave me that hesitant boyish grin, and I forgot my humiliation in my eagerness to slip out of my robe and join him.
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* Daniel *
Jeff took my hand in his and refused to let go of it the entire trip back to the theater. In the light of day he was a calm, safe driver, nothing like the maniac he had been the night before. He thoughtfully parked around the corner, where I wouldn't be visible getting out of his car. The chances were slim that anyone would notice—all we had going on today was a short load-in of one of the sets, and everyone would be busy around the back of the building—but he was being careful.
"When do you get off work?" he asked.
"Shouldn't be more than two, three hours. We don't normally do load-ins on Sundays, but tomorrow's a holiday."
His eyes lit up. "I'd forgotten that! Did you have any plans?"
I swallowed, hard. "Um, no, did you?" I was lying. Kelly and I had a shopping date Monday (which usually meant she shopped, while I tagged along), but I had no problem whatsoever breaking that if Jeff was thinking what I thought he was thinking.
His smile was positively evil. "Well, I do now. I have a rain check to cash in, remember?" Then he turned bright red, and started stammering, "If you're interested. I mean, I don't want you to feel obligated or anything. I just... shit... I really enjoyed last night... and this morning... I hope you know that, and I hope you did too, and I just thought we could... oh, hell." This awkward, uncertain Jeff was one I'd never seen, but he was cute as hell, running his hands nervously through his hair and looking at me beseechingly.
My heart was about to jump out of my chest, and if you've ever tried speaking when that's happening, you'll know why I squeaked rather than spoke. "Are you asking me to spend the night again?"
No puppy dog ever looked as hopeful and pleading as Jeff did that moment. "I'm asking you to spend every hour from the time you get off this afternoon until rehearsal Tuesday morning with me, Daniel." Then he whispered, so soft I could barely hear him, "Please say yes."
I took a deep breath. And then another.
