Page 20 of Dreamers Often Lie

I pointed my finger at him. “You’re not Richard Gere, and I’m not Julia Roberts, and this ain't the fucking Beverly Hilton, so we can drop all of the...”

“It was the Regent Beverly Wilshire, you fucking idiot.”

“Who cares about which hotel it… I think we’re both idiots. We fuck for a living.”

He smiled sadly. “I can’t really argue with that.” He picked his beer back up and took a large swig.

“I didn’t think you could. Because even if we are both idiots, we’re not dumb.”

“Thatappearsto be true.” He narrowed his eyes. God, this man was a fucking predator, and I wanted to be his prey too badly.

“Do you hate it as much as I do? I mean, not always, but mostly. I used to love it, and now…” I shrugged.

“Mostly – Yes, me too.” He nodded, and we stared at each other for a minute without speaking. The connection between us was stronger than ever.

“Fuck…” I finally broke our silence. “I wish IwasJulia Roberts.”

He shook his head slowly. “Sugar daddies are never the answer. We all age.”

“Maybe he’ll die before he can find someone younger?” I winked.

“Well, with a cock as big as yours, maybe it won’t matter.” He huffed, and I knew exactly what he was thinking.

“The same could be said for you. I’m big, but yours is… I mean… I’m eight, but you're bigger than that, and Jesus, your girth is… it both scares and excites me.” I admitted, and my cock throbbed in my pants as I thought about it.

“God,” he looked at me as if he couldn’t understand what he was thinking. “I wish you were really a bottom and in our studio.”

“I think we should have another round, don’t you.”

“Why not.”

We talked until we were too drunk to continue. I thought that he was going to hug me, but he turned away at the last moment, and I watched him walk down the street until he was out of view.

9

Ty

“What are you doing right now?” Jules opened my door without knocking, and I threw a shoe sitting on my bed towards him, which slammed against the wall a couple of feet from his pretty face. “Asshole.”

“You could knock,” I answered flatly. I let go of Mister Wiggles, and he jumped off the bed and onto his cat house, where he disappeared inside. He liked company less than I did.

“I should’ve,” he sulked.

“Then do it.” I looked at him seriously. It always annoyed me when one of the other guys did this shit. We all deserved whatever privacy we could get. I instantly felt bad about my bad behavior, though. I hadn’t felt right since hanging out with Merc. He had twisted me up in a way I couldn’t fathom.

Jules turned around and shut the door. A few seconds later, a soft knock sounded on the other side.

“Come the fuck in,” I mumbled. I wasn’t in the mood for people. I had a lot going on in my mind right now, and it was shrouded in a fog of thoughts that I kept trying to ignore. Ihadn’t felt right since hanging out with Merc. He had twisted me up in a way I couldn’t fathom.

“Hi, Ty. Can we talk?” He sounded so sad.

I sighed. “Sure. Plop onto the bed.” I patted the spot beside me.

Jules crawled up onto my bed and sat with his legs crossed and his arms wound tightly around himself.

“Fuck. What’s wrong now?” I was going to fucking kill Roam if he had done anything to Jules.

“I’m having a major issue.” He didn’t look me in the eyes and glanced down at the bed.

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