Page 5 of Dreamers Often Lie

“I’m also really good at getting us out of it,” I huffed. “I’m tired of being the fucking clown because that’s what Monty thinks everyone wants me to be. I am funnyandfun… just not all the fucking time. I’m a whole person hiding behind a persona.”

“Aren’t we all?”

“Yeah…” I looked at Ben and grinned. “I mean, you’re just a frat boy who likes to be bossed around, aren’t you?”

“A frat boy who didn’t even graduate high school!” Ben giggled, and a blush crept up his face. “I don’t… I’m different from you, I guess. This has a shelf life, and I’m willing to ride it as long as I can. Will it lead me somewhere better than this, or will I just go to a different studio and make less money until I’m forced into dad videos? Maybe I’ll stop squandering my money and actually pay to get my GED? I mean… I know I’m just a fucking whore like everyone else, but it’s more than I ever hoped for in Kansas. I enjoy sex, and I’m really fucking good at it.” He grinned wickedly and pulled one of his legs back. He was very limber.

“That you are.”

“I mean… I don’t really mind the… escorting… but…”

“Is that what you call it?” I chuckled.

“It sounds classier that way, I guess.”

“And the truth?”

“I’m just a hole for whoever pays Monty my fee.” He whispered.

I reached over and took his hand in mine. “I’m just a pole for whoever pays Montymyfee.”

Ben groaned and rolled back over to his back as our interlaced fingers lay between us. “When was the last time you just fucked someone because you wanted to?”

I chuckled as I thought about it. “The Grabby’s last year. Monty blew a gasket when he found out. I actually thought he might fire me or have me killed.”

“Really? How did I not know this? Who was it?”

“One of the European boys. He kept asking me to spit on him. It was kind of hot.”

“I don’t even remember the last time I fucked someone for fun. I should try to be more like Roam without the narcissism and attachment issues. He sticks his dick in anything that he gets feelings for, and he gets feelings for fucking everyone he meets. Of course, Monty will let him do anything he wants.”

“I mean… We’re here, and there’s no cameras,” I growled. “I could scratch your itch. I’m bored and could use a fuck.”

“What are we gonna do, bump bussies?” He giggled, and I reached over and stroked his face.

“I may prefer to bottom, but… I am versatile. I mean, the only sex I’ve had in years has been from the top. I miss a dick in my ass, though.”

“A bottom who has yet to ever bottom on film. I guess that’s your fault for having a fucking donkey dick.” He giggled happily.

“Monty said no one wants to see a guy with a big dick take it up the ass, and he’s kept me in what he feels is my lane. But I’ve grown to like it. Besides, if someone is gonna top me, they better be a fucking filthy dom these days. I came into this shit all vanilla, and now my kinks have kinks.”

“I don’t mind your kinks. But I do have a long day of filming tomorrow, and I don’t think they want me to be quite as loose as I would be if I let you pound me into that mattress. Besides, I think I like you way too much to actually fuck you – for real – you know? What if you start to become Roam and follow me around like a puppy,” he teased.

“You’re fucking hilarious.”

He turned to me, and I could tell he was about to become serious. “What would I do without you?”

“Have no one to have an actual conversation with about anything other than social media likes and market share for the studio.”

He rolled his eyes. “Truth.”

“I wanna break Ty’s arm for hurting you,” I growled.

He grinned slowly. “You’re as sweet as always. But I don’t think he really wanted to hurt me.”

“He likes to play with his food. The Prince of Cats is a total dick. But if he messes with you again, I’ll fuck him up.” I warned. Ty and I had squabbled in the past, and he could throw a wicked punch. He was all muscle and bravado.

“So hot.” He giggled. “He didn’t actually hurt me. I fell over his foot, and I knew he was going to do it. He shifted, and I… I just kept going. Just let it go, Merc. No good ever comes from those fucking brawls.”

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