Page 12 of Fluffing the Stallion

“After what you just said back there, I need some answers. What do you want, Clay? Tell me.”

He whines, shaking his head. “I don’t know!” he whisper shouts. “I don’t know what’s going on with me. My head is all fucked up. I started getting confused as soon as I touched your dick. You ask what I want? I don’t know what I want.” He jabs his finger against his chest.

Nonplussed, I move back from him. “Come again?”

Clay runs a hand through his hair. “I never thought about a guy or his dick before, you know? Like, sure, I would think a guy was attractive, in an objective way. But I never wanted that guy to fuck me. Or kiss me. Or just … fuck, Yuri. I don’t know. I’m so fucking confused. I’ve considered myself straight for twenty-two years, now I suddenly want to take dick? My head is so fucked up. I can’t make sense of any of it and the more I try, the more confused I get.”

He looks so defeated, like he’s had this on his mind since we met. Fuck, that was a little over a month ago. That had to be stressful. Especially seeing me so often and not mentioning it. Fuck, after touching me so often and not mentioning it.

Stepping back closer to him, I ask, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Yeah, that’s a great conversation,” Clay says sarcastically. “‘Hey, Yuri. I know I’m only supposed to get your dick hard so you can fuck your co-star, but what about kissing and fucking me without being on camera?’” He gives me a deadpan look, then shakes his head, leaning against the wall. “What could I possibly offer you, Yuri? I’m only doing this because I needed tuition money. I don’t even know if I’m gay or bi or if I just like you. I don’t know anything.” He bangs his head lightly against the wall behind him.

Cupping his face—shocking both of us—I look into his eyes. “You don’t have to think too much about anything. You don’t have to have labels. I like you, too. I think we can work the rest out.”

“Yeah?” He looks hopeful and I feel my insides clench. Fucking hell, Clay is sexy without trying to be.

“Yeah.” Leaning closer to him, our lips only an inch or two apart, I ask, “Would you like to go out with me? On a date?”

He nods, a soft smile on his face. “I’d love to.”

Not being able to resist, I plant a soft kiss on his lips. Clay’s lips tremble under mine, but he doesn’t move away.

Stepping closer, I deepen the kiss, slowly exploring his mouth. My dick is rock hard, brushing against this thigh. I try to lean back so I don’t scare him, but Clay puts his hands on my ass, pulling me in so I can feel his thick erection against mine.

I’m not sure how long we stand there, kissing slowly and deeply, but eventually, my phone beeps several times. Reluctantly, I drag my mouth from Clay’s and pull my phone out. It’s a text from Jake.

Jake: Waiting for you, Stallion.

Rolling my eyes, I tuck my phone into my pocket and pull away from Clay. His eyes are glazed and he swallows several times before meeting my eyes. “That was …” He swallows again, his thick, calloused hand drifting to his mouth to touch his kiss swollen lips. “Yes. A date would be great.”

Grinning, I take his hand and pull him away from the wall. I watch in jealousy as he adjusts himself, moving his hard dick into a better position. I wish my hand were his so I could have felt his hard length.

Our hands clasped, I drag him behind me so we can get this scene over and done with, so I can have more of Clay. And not just tasting his mouth. Talking to him in the car—before our minor misunderstanding—was fun and enlightening. I never would have thought he had more depth to him. I chide myself on judging him as a typical airhead gym bro.

When we step inside, Clay drops my hand and I try to keep the sting off my face. We only agreed to go on a date—he’s not mine.

Jake sees us and throws his hands up. “It’s about time. Trev was ready to walk out on me.”

I cut my eyes to Trev, who’s sitting on the couch we’re using for this scene, playing on his phone with a scowl on his face. I roll my eyes at him. “I’m here. Sorry to keep you waiting.” I dart to the dressing room to put on the costume of khaki pants, a button-down shirt and some stupid loafers. This scene is supposed to be a shy college kid with his professor. I don’t look old enough to be a believable professor and Trev looks nothing like a shy, virginal college student, but whatever. It’s all Jake’s idea and the audience eats this kind of role play up.

Hustling back to the set, I give Clay a wink when he meets my eyes. The prettiest blush blooms over his cheeks. Oh yeah, I’ll definitely have to figure out how to make it crop up more often. He’s fucking beautiful all flushed and nervous.

Trev stands, turning to me with his scowl remaining. “Let’s get this over with. I have plans.”

I don’t react—I just get into position and start our lines when Jake yells action. We get through them fine, Jake letting us wing it after we start with the only two lines he gave us.

Eventually, Trev and I move closer, our lips meeting in what is supposed to be a tentative kiss. But it doesn’t feel anything like what Clay and I just shared. I shut my mind off to that, not wanting to taint my memory of my first kiss with Clay by comparing it to Trev’s almost brittle one.

When we break apart, Trev gives the lines of being a virgin and never doing anything like this before. I tell him that we can just watch each other while we get off until he’s ready for me. The scene is very generic and I feel like I’ll be able to get through it with minimal fuss.

I’m wrong.

No matter how hard I try, how much I try to think about Clay and how his lips and his hands felt on me, my dick stays limp.

“Cut,” Jake says mildly, as if he expected me to have these issues. “You’re up, kid,” he says as he glances at Clay.

I make my way over to Clay, glad he’ll be touching me again. I step closer to him, eagerly anticipating having my cock in his hands. I’m surprised when he drops to his knees instead of lubing up to jerk me off.

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