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By Michael Booker, 0 Reviews Post your review

Dylan passed through a red light without slowing down and said, “You did good today.”

He was driving kinda fast, making me nervous, not a whole lot, but a little. I smiled, the wind blowing in my face. “Thanks. So did you.”

Dylan shrugged nonchalantly, “I always do.” He turned and looked at me. Even in the dim light, his spellbinding eyes were noticeable. “But you impressed me. That rarely ever happens.”

Two emotions ran through me like two cars driving down parallel roads. On one side I felt exhilarated, proud of myself for going through the photo shoot and I feeling that I did really well…and the other part of me that guilty for not answering Bryan’s call. He could’ve had something important to say to me, and instead of talking to him I continued to make out with Dylan, the two of us dressed only in our underwear, until our mouths were too dry to keep going.

It was Dylan who said we should stop and leave the building before they locked us in. If it was up to me, we would’ve still been in that changing room, pressed up against the wall, letting Dylan squeeze my hard dick through my briefs, letting his finger push into my asshole, letting him do whatever he wanted—

“Did you hear what I said?” Dylan asked, looking straight ahead.

I broke myself away from my thoughts. “No, I didn’t.”

“Do you wanna go hang out with Shane and the rest of them, or do you just wanna head back home?”

I really wasn’t in the mood to see Shane or really any of the rest of the guys, yet at the same time if I were alone with Dylan I would let myself get carried away and end up doing something I might regret the next morning. “Where are they?”

“They’re over at this club near Heights we all go to a lot. It’s called the Cube. I’m assumin’ you never been before.”

“No, I’ve never really gone to any kind of club before. I’m nineteen remember? You gotta be twenty-one to get in those places.”

Dylan just chuckled. “You forget who you’re with. Told you before, you can do anything you want when you’re with me.” He took one of his hands off the steering wheel and placed it on my knee. A warm current charged through my body. “Trust me.”

“We can do anything you want to do,” I said. I placed my hand on top of his.

“Good,” Dylan said, as he entered onto the freeway.

* * *

There must’ve been a hundred people standing in line once we got to the club There were girls, dudes, ranging from what seemed like my age to a little bit in their early thirties, most of them good-looking, all dressed attractively, all standing impatiently with this sense of self-importance. I felt kinda drab in comparison with my simple t-shirt and jeans, while Dylan looked hot of course. But he could wear anything and be hot.

For some reason I thought Dylan was going to lead us to the very end of the long line, but I should’ve known better. He walked to the very front of the line, up where the security guard was standing before the velvet rope. I could feel eyes on me; I looked at people in the crowd and some of them gave me this look of “Who’s he and why does he think he can cut us?” I was beginning to feel really self-conscious. “Dylan, shouldn’t we stand in line with everyone else?” I asked.

Dylan just looked at me like I said the most unbelievably weirdest thing a person could say. “Line? I’ve never waited in a line my whole life. Come on.” He walked up to the burly, bald security guard and said something to him that I couldn’t hear. The guard looked at me, his face very expressionless, and said something back to Dylan. The exchange went on for about a few more seconds and then the guard nodded and stepped aside. Dylan turned and looked at me, “Told you.” I followed Dylan within the doors and they closed behind us.

“What did you say to him?” I asked.

“I’ll tell you later.”

I followed Dylan down a long red corridor. Loud R&B music was pulsating from the walls, vibrating underneath my feet. People were lined up on each side of the wall, drinks in hand, talking and touching each other. I felt like I had stepped into a Britney Spears video.

We stepped into the main room which was about the size of a two airline hangars put together and about a million people in there. The room was so hot and ripe with body odor that I began to sweat the moment we stepped inside. I could already tell this was going to be an uncomfortable experience. I started to regret suggesting that we come here instead of going back to the apartment.

Dylan took my hand and led me through the herds of people. The music continued to blare blasting in my ears, making them hurt a little. Laser lights were flashing everywhere and people kept bumping up against me and touching me. It took us about five minutes to get to the other side of the room and up the staircase to the second level of the club which was even more congested than below. I was barely able to hear Dylan when he said that Shane and Gabe would probably be up here.

More eyes were on me. Guys were looking at me and so were girls too. I couldn’t tell if they were looking at me because they thought something was wrong with me, or because they thought something was right with me.

“You okay?” Dylan asked into my ear.

“Yeah, it’s just kinda…loud.”

“We can go if you want to,” Dylan replied, his bottom lip grazing against my earlobe.

I wanted to say “Yeah, I want to go,” but I didn’t want it to seem like I wasn’t even going to give the place a try before deciding I didn’t like it. I was about to respond to Dylan when someone from behind grabbed my ass and squeezed really hard. I spun around and saw Shane standing behind me, grinning like an idiot and looking really drunk.

“What took the two of you so fuckin’ long to get here?” Shane asked. “That bitch-ass Gabe got tired of waitin’ and left me here all by myself.” Shane put his large hand on my shoulder. “So how did things go on the set after we left? Did he fuck you yet?” He burst out laughing really hard and loud. I was surprised I was able to hear him very clearly over the music.

“Dude, it’s not even fuckin’ midnight yet and you’re already drunk as fuck,” Dylan said.
“Don’t be a dumb-ass, Shane.”

“Don’t tell me what the fuck to do, pretty boy,” Shane said. He was wobbling around like he was going to pass out any second or so. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“I think we should take him home,” I suggested. “I think he’s had enough for tonight.”

“Fuck that shit,” Shane yelled. “I’m just gettin’ started.” He reached over and grabbed some pretty girl’s ass that was passing by. She yelled in anger and shock and the guy who was with her stepped up to Shane as if he were about to go off on him. Dylan had to yank Shane away from the guy before he got seriously hurt.

“You do this shit every time, dude,” Dylan said angrily. “One of these days I’m not gonna be here and you’re gonna get fucked up.”

Shane just rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Who the fuck cares? I can do what I want.”

Dylan sighed. It was one of the very few times I had ever seen him really look upset. “Let’s go,” he said to me.

“You just got here,” Shane complained. “The shit hasn’t even got started yet.”

“Bring your drunk ass on,” Dylan replied, “you’re comin’ with us.”

“I’m not goin’-“

Dylan grabbed Shane roughly by the arm and started to pull him in the direction of the staircase.

“Dude, get the fuck off me,” Shane yelled over the loud music. “You’re not my fuckin’ dad.”

“Tonight I am,” Dylan responded and dragged him through the noisy, sweaty, grinding crowd. I followed behind, feeling completely claustrophobic and uncomfortable. Once we were outside, Dylan finally let go of Shane, who spun around in a furious rage as if he were about to attack Dylan.

“I’m fuckin’ tired of you man, always tryin’ to tell me what the fuck to do.” His words came out slurry and ugly.

“I’m trying to help your dumb ass,” Dylan responded. It’s not even midnight yet and you’re already completely fucked up.”

Shane turned around and walked away toward the lot where Dylan parked his car. Dylan looked at me and shook his head. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine. I don’t really care,” I responded.

“I’ll make it up to you, later,” Dylan said.

I smiled and so did he. And then we heard Shane shout “Hurry the fuck up!” and that simple moment between us was broken.

Together Dylan and I headed back to his car, the warm night getting colder by the second.

* * *

“Let’s go to Jack in The Box or something,” Shane slurred from the backseat. “I’m horny as fuck.”

“You mean, ‘hungry’ right?” I asked

“Yeah, that too,” Shane laughed. “Ay, yo, Dyl, you just passed the Jack in the Box right up. Turn around.”

“We’re not stopping anywhere,” Dylan said. “I’m taking you straight home and you’re going to bed.”

Shane shoved his head in between the open space between both our seats. He reeked of beer and sweat. He looked at me and said, “He loves telling me what to do. It gets him off more than anything else.”
“Shut-up, Shane,” Dylan said through clenched-teeth, his eyes focused completely on the road.

“But it’s true, Dyl.” Shane leaned in closer to me. “You know what I mean, Josh. You like it when he tells you what to do, don’t you? It gets you all hot.”

My heartbeat started to quicken. Though it was dark inside the car, I didn’t want Shane to see how nervous he was making me become.

“I mean, you two have been spendin’ a whole lot of time together,” Shane said. “Today at the shoot, the two of you were gone half the time.” Shane leaned in closer to me, his beer-stained breath tickling my earlobe. “Did he fuck you yet?” The way he asked me that made my bones cringe.

“Shane, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ll stop this car and throw you out of it,” Dylan warned.

“Why so damn glum, Dyl? You know, every since Josh showed up, you’ve been treating me like the shit under your shoe. Wasn’t like that a couple of weeks ago.”

Dylan said nothing. For once, I actually wanted to hear what Shane had to say.

“I remember when I was new here, at the agency, I couldn’t keep this dude off me,” Shane continued. “We would go everywhere. Do everything.” He really emphasized the word, ‘everything.’ I mean, you wouldn’t believe the things this dude would do to me—“

I was listening to Shane but my focus was on Dylan. His hands were firmly cemented on the steering wheel. If he were to squeeze it any harder, it would break off in his hands.

“I mean, this dude had me with my ankles pointing up to heaven the second day of me being at Heights, and just about every day after that…until you came along—”

Dylan violently veered the car to the right and shut off the engine. “Get out,” he ordered.

“Come on, Dylan. I’m just playing.”

“Get the fuck out, right now. I’ll fucking drag you out of this car myself.” I’d never heard Dylan sound so angry. I didn’t know he could be so angry. It was a bit disturbing in a way.

Shane just started laughing.

“Let’s just go, Dylan,” I told him, really wanting this night to be over already. What had began as a really exciting day at my first ever real photo shoot had quickly become awkward and upsetting. Dylan listened to me and continued to drive. Surprisingly, Shane didn’t make too much noise after that. We rode the rest of the way home in silence.

It took about fifteen minutes to drag Shane from the car, to the elevator, up to his room. By this time he was barely lucid, almost on the verge of passing out. Afterwards, Dylan and I went back to the elevator and went up to my floor.

“Sorry "bout all that,” Dylan said. Disappointment and anger were tightly stretched across his perfect face. “That dude can be a fuckin’ dick most of the time.”

“It’s not your fault,” I replied.

The elevator doors opened at our floor and we stepped out. “Is it okay if I come hang out in your room for a while?” Dylan asked.

A part of me was torn. I did want to spend time with Dylan, but at the same time I was still thinking of some of the things Shane had said in the car. I wanted to be able to just dismiss Shane as a stupid liar, but at the same time, a lot of the things he said about him and Dylan did sound real. Dylan must’ve seen the uncertainty on my face because he said, “I’ll just check up with you tomorrow.”

He was about to walk ahead toward his room at the end of the hall, but I grabbed his hand. “No. I mean, yeah, he can chill for a while if you want.”

Dylan kissed me, slow and gentle. My knees buckled. “Yeah, I want,” he said, his cool breath caressing my face. He kissed the back of my neck and pressed his crotch against my ass as I unlocked the door. My dick hardened in seconds and I had to use all my concentration skills to just turn a key into the lock.

We entered my apartment, making our way through the darkness to my bedroom, hearts beating, and dicks hard, touching each other the whole way. Once we were in my bedroom, I turned on the lamp beside my bed, just so that we could see a little and sat on the mattress, feeling more nervous around Dylan than I had felt in a long time. Dylan closed the door to my room, his eyes on me, passionate, filled with an animalistic lust that made me sweat just by looking at him. My cock throbbed wildly in my jeans and I was dying for him to yank it out, for him to take complete control of me.

“Take off your clothes,” Dylan whispered, taking off his own shirt, revealing his hard, muscular chest. He kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. I pulled my shirt off, slowly, starting to feel a bit self-conscious and scared. I don’t know why I was scared, but I couldn’t get my heartbeat to slow down. Dylan stepped out of his jeans. He was still wearing the tiny pair of underwear briefs we modeled during our photo shoot. His erection was long and thick, pointing directly toward me. He crawled on the bed beside me, close enough for me to feel the heat emanating from his body. “Don’t be nervous,” he said. I nodded, but I couldn’t breathe.

Dylan leaned in and kissed me, his hands rubbing my chest gently at first and then increasingly rougher, squeezing my nipples hard, all the while brushing his tongue against mine. His mouth tasted sweet and tangy, his lips soft and moist. I lost my breath with each kiss. “Touch me,” he whispered in my ear. Even though I had no problem touching him in the dressing room after our photo shoot, I felt really timid touching him in the privacy of my own bedroom. Dylan squeezed my dick through my jeans. He sucked my bottom lip as he pulled down my zipper.

I grabbed the waistband of his underwear with both hands and slowly pulled them down over the sharp curve of Dylan’s amazingly round, tight ass. As I pushed his briefs further down his jeans, feeling the hard poke of his huge dick against me, I suddenly thought of what Shane had said earlier in the car, about Dylan fucking him after only the second night. I did my best to shove the thought out of my head and concentrate on what and who I was doing. Dylan was kissing my neck and pinching my nipples. I took his thick, throbbing dick in my hand and began to stroke it softly at first and then increasingly faster and rougher. Dylan groaned in my ear and nibbled on my earlobe.

“What do you want me to do to you?” Dylan asked softly, his hand reaching into my underwear, squeezing my dick, cupping my nut sack, reaching behind to feel my ass. He kissed me again before I could answer, and in one tug, my underwear was around my ankles, my dick finally free, springing upward.

“Anything you want to,” I replied, my heart pounding, breathing hard, my dick so stiff it hurt. I lay flat on my back on my bed, legs stretched out and apart, dick standing straight up. Dylan got onto his knees and began to admire my body with his eyes and hands, seeing and touching me everywhere.

“You’re beautiful,” Dylan said, “you know that?”

“Not as much as you are,” I responded.

Dylan smiled, leaned over me and began licking my nipples. It felt like an electric shock had gone through me because my body wouldn’t stop convulsing. Dylan licked his way down my chest, toward my stomach, licking in soft circles around my navel. I arched my back, lifting my ass off the mattress, my mouth open in a silent moan. Dylan continued downward, his chin brushing over my pubes. His mouth was about to connect with my cock, when I heard myself ask, out of nowhere, “Did you really have sex with Shane?”

I thought I had buried the question way in the back of my mind, but obviously it had charged back to the front. Dylan let go of me and pulled back. “What?” he asked, sounding both shocked and annoyed.

I was going to say “Nothing, never mind,” but I really wanted to know. But instead I said, “What Shane said in the car, about the two of you, is it true?”

Dylan looked at me as if he couldn’t believe I was asking him that. He also looked lost for words, which is something I hadn’t seen from him before. “Where did this come from?” I could see his dick was starting to soften. So was mine actually. The mood had officially been murdered.

“I’m sorry,” I told him. “I didn’t mean to bring it up right now.”

Dylan’s jaw clenched and he averted his eyes away from me. I could tell that he was trying not to look upset but it really wasn’t working. “I told you not to listen to anything that dumb fuck says. He’s just a fucking alcoholic that doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.”

“But is it true?” I asked. “Did you have sex with him when he first came to the agency?”

“He was different when I first met him,” Dylan responded. “And then he turned out to be something else altogether.”

He still wasn’t directly answering my question, which made me believe that obviously, the answer was yes Dylan did have sex with Shane. I was about to ask him another question, but decided not to.

“What time is it?” Dylan said, looking at the clock beside my bed. “It’s late. I’m going to go back to my room.”

“Dylan, don’t go. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have even said anything.”

Hopping off my bed and putting on his underwear, Dylan said, “No big deal. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

Dylan looked at me. “I’m not mad at you, Josh. Don’t worry about it.” He finished putting on his jeans and shirt. I suddenly felt self-conscious again, being the only naked one in the room. “See you later,” he said, and left.

When I heard the front door open and shut, my stomach felt like it had melted. Why the hell did I have to open my mouth and bring that up right when we were finally about to have sex? The answer came to me. I asked him because a big part of me was afraid to have sex with Dylan. Shane might have been a lot of things, and he might even lie about a lot of things, but I really doubted that he was lying about fucking Dylan. As much I was attracted to Dylan, I didn’t want to be just another notch for him. And there was still Bryan…

I got my cell phone from my jeans which were still on the floor and dialed Bryan’s number. If he answered the phone I didn’t know what I was going to say to him. I hadn’t figured it out yet. The phone rang over half a dozen times before the voicemail picked up.
“…It’s Bryan, not here to take your call right now…”

Either Bryan was busy or he just wasn’t answering the phone. If he was busy, what was he doing? Was he with someone else? Did he move on to someone else that quickly already? And then I thought about it more. I had already moved on to someone else that quickly, why not Bryan? I ended the call, tossed my cell phone on the floor, and rolled back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, with a limp dick and Dylan’s scent all over me.

I kept thinking what a dumb mistake I made, opening my mouth when I did. But then, at the same time, maybe it had been smart of me. Maybe it was best to know the truth about him before I did something I would regret later. Although I really liked Dylan, I didn’t like him enough to be used by him. If I really wanted to know more, I would have to ask Shane in the morning, when he wasn’t so drunk, and hopefully he would tell me the whole truth, or at least most of it.

* * *

I didn’t get that much sleep that night, perhaps three hours or so, thinking about Dylan, Bryan, and what I was really doing at this place. Around nine o’ clock I got out of bed and showered. Even after, I could still smell Dylan on me. I wondered if he had been awake at all thinking about me, or if he just didn’t care at all.

I waited until around one in the afternoon before I went to see Shane. He was still probably hung over, but I guessed that he should at least be awake by now. I went to his floor and walked down the long, surprisingly quiet hallway to his apartment. I knocked on the door about three times, each time louder than the last. Maybe he was still sleep after all. I was about to turn and return back to my room, when the door finally opened, and Shane appeared, completely naked in the doorway, his large, semi-hard dick swaying. I don’t know who he was expecting, but it obviously wasn’t me.

“What do you want?” Shane asked his voice caked with sleep and irritation.

I tried to keep my eyes off his dick. “Uh…can I just talk to you for a minute?”

Shane looked at me suspiciously. “About what?”

“About last night.”

Shane squinted at me for a second and then snickered. “I was drunk as fuck, don’t worry about what I did or said.”

“Was it true though, what you said, about you and Dylan?”

Shane laughed and crossed his muscular arms over his chest. His dick still wasn’t completely soft. “Get over it, dude. You’re not going to have him like that.”

I don’t know why I was caught off guard by what he said but I was. “Huh?”

“You’re not the first person to come into this agency and get all the attention from him and you won’t be the last,” Shane said with a smug smile. “So don’t go thinking he’s going to fall in love with you, "cause he’s not.” Shane saw the anger and disappointment on my face and it only made him smile brighter. “That’s the way things work in the real world, dude. You don’t always get what you want, and there ain’t no fuckin’ happy endings either.”

“He said I was…”

“He said you were ‘special’,” Shane said, that sadistic grin still spread over his handsome face. “He said you were going to be ‘star’. He said that to me, and he said to Jim and Bill, and Bob and whoever the fuck wanted to hear that shit, because he knows what you want to hear. And the only reason he’s spent so much time with you is because you have that whole ‘virgin innocent boy’ thing going on. It’s not because you’re special.”

I wanted to punch him in the face and erase that smile off his mouth. But I didn’t. “When was the last time you were with him?” I asked, bracing myself for the answer.

Shane’s forehead creased as though he didn’t understand the question. “Dylan? We’re together everyday.”

“That’s not what I mean. I mean what’s the last time you had sex.”

Shane chuckled again. “What time is it?” he questioned.

“Almost one thirty.”

Nodding his head, Shane said. “three o’ clock.”

Stupid me, I didn’t understand the meaning of that at first and then I got it. Dylan left my room at about two o clock earlier that morning, perhaps a little later. Right after he must’ve went to Shane’s apartment. I didn’t want to believe it but it was hard to doubt at the same time.

“Is that all you wanted to know Joshua? Because you woke me up from a really good dream.”

I was lost for words and couldn’t speak. Shane laughed again and said “See you later,” before he closed the door in my face. I don’t remember how long I was standing there, staring at the door, but it must’ve been a long time, I knew. Finally I regained myself and walked toward the elevator, planning on going back to my room, but then once I got into the elevator, decided not to. I needed to go talk to Dylan, and I needed to talk to him now.

To be continued…

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