"I think you missed the important part… Never mind. I don't look down on you for what you do. You shouldn't either. All that matters is what you think. Do you like what you do?"
"I think the orgasms speak for themselves."
I smirked, pulling back, so he could see my face again, and read the sincerity there. "Then fuck what everyone else thinks."
He nodded, then frowned, sighing. "That's fine for everyone else who doesn't matter in my life, but making friends can be a bit rough, and someday, I plan on getting a boyfriend."
"Well, you have a friend now, and what's stopping you from finding a boyfriend?" And what would you say if I told you I wanted to be that too?
"No guy wants to date the camboy."
"I've seen the conversation feed."
He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. "Trust me, they don't want to date me."
I licked my lips, swallowing hard. "Everyone would want to date you if they knew you."
He gasped, his eyes widening as he watched me, a blush darkening his face. "Not if they had to take me around their family. That's why I'm not sure about going to see and meet your family. You know that Jennings and whichever brother he is dating, both know what I do for a living, right? What if it gets to everyone else?"
I cringed, rubbing his arms. "Everyone in my family already knows what you do for a living."
"What?" His face went completely white, and I groaned, feeling terrible.
"Riley caught me looking through your pictures a while back, and stole my phone to show everyone, trying to embarrass me. Jennings recognized you and got excited, so he told everyone how he knew you were from around here."
"Pictures?" His voice was high, and maybe a little panicked, but I shook my head, realizing too late what that might sound like.
"No, no. The ones on your social media accounts."
"But we didn't become friends on there until recently."
I sure was cringing a lot. My fucking face was going to get stuck like that if I didn't watch out. "I uh… used to look through your stuff every once in a while."
Maybe admitting that embarrassing truth had been worth it, since it made Bates smile for the first time in several minutes, and he had such a beautiful smile.
"Oh," he whispered, looking baffled. "Do your parents know too? About the scenes?" At my nod, he sighed, letting his head drop back on his shoulders. "I'm not going."
"My parents are really cool. Hell, they love Hinton, and I'm not completely sure that they don't still think he's a hooker."
Damn. When I said some of this stuff out loud, my family sounded even more insane than they really were.
"Is he a hooker? I wouldn't judge him if he were, obviously considering what I do for a living, but it would be nice to know, so I don't end up saying something stupid… Never mind, I'll still probably say something stupid."
"No. He was a professional cuddler. Don't tell Wagoner, but that was how Boyd met him." Most everyone knew by now that when Boyd had told Da he and Hinton were dating, they hadn't actually been dating yet, but we'd all kept it from Wagoner, since he was the one that had made the biggest deal about Boyd bringing someone to dinner, and then decided that Hinton must be a hooker that Boyd had hired to be his boyfriend, because Boyd was too shy to actually ask anyone out. "He doesn't cuddle anymore, but Wagoner was convinced for a while that Hinton was a prostitute, and Da was explaining why that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, and as long as Boyd was comfortable with it, we should be too. I'm not really sure if anyone ever told Da and Dad he wasn't a prostitute, or not. I'm pretty sure he thinks Boyd goes with Hinton to meet clients and sits and watches his boyfriend fuck other men."
"To each their own," he said with a shrug, before chewing on his bottom lip as he seemed to think something over. I reached up, using my thumb to gently massage it from between his teeth, and he blinked up at me, looking nervous again. "Have they seen it? Your parents?"
I groaned, trying not to think about my parents watching porn at all. I definitely didn't want to think about them watching the man I was hoping I could convince to be my boyfriend. "Fuck, I hope not. Especially since you took that knot dildo the other day and called my name."
"Oh, my God," he groaned, bringing his hands up to cover his face. "You saw that?"
His ears were bright red, and I couldn't resist leaning down, to whisper in one, "I did."
"That is so embarrassing. I'm so sorry, Grant."
Reaching up, I pulled his hands away from his face and leaned down, so that he could look me in the eye. "That was the best fucking compliment I've ever gotten," I whispered, sincerely. "And don't forget that I've been watching you this whole time. Don't you think I'm the one that should be embarrassed and apologizing?"
He licked his lips, his breathing labored. "Or, you could maybe kiss me."
You don't have to ask me twice. I'd only just started to dare think that kissing him was even a remote possibility, but I'd been fantasizing about it for months.
Releasing his wrists, I cupped the sides of his face, angling his head back, so I could step close and feel his body heat, and still look directly into those pretty whiskey-colored eyes. His eyes were wide and surprised as I let my thumb brush over the soft, velvety skin of his lower lip, completely fascinated by the sexy drag of the plump flesh, and the way it caught and released.
He flicked his tongue out against the tip of my finger, and I groaned, massaging the moisture into the flesh I was growing more and more desperate to nibble.
"Wait," he whispered, his voice completely awed. "Are you really going to kiss me?"
I paused with my mouth inches from his, my eyebrows raising. "Is that okay?"
He nodded quickly, his palms finding my sides and digging into my flesh. "It's really, really okay. Probably the okayest thing ever. Except, maybe if you––"
I cut him off, pressing my smiling mouth against his moving one, and he groaned, melting into me immediately.
I loved to listen to the man ramble, but I had been waiting for this moment for months, and I didn't think I could wait even a second longer. Tilting my head, I slid my tongue along the seam of his lips, grunting softly when he easily parted them for me, allowing me to get my first ever taste of Bates James, and it was just as addicting as I always knew it would be.
I pressed closer, letting him feel what he always did to me, and he groaned, letting me feel his answering erection. I slid my hands down his body, groaning at the way my palms seemed to perfectly adapt to the lovely lines of his delicious form.
He gasped against my mouth when I cupped his ass, and I groaned, remembering how he'd taken that damn knot, calling my name, and I lifted him, desperate to find the bed soon, so I could lay him out and strip him down.
His arms easily slid up and around my neck while his legs wound around my waist, and I walked him back to his bedroom, finding it easily, since his apartment mirrored mine. His bedroom was fairly clean, and I was pretty sure it only stayed like that, because he had to have a clean space to film, but it wouldn't have mattered if the place was a complete pigsty at that point, since all I really cared about right then was the taste of his mouth and the weight of him in my arms.