Page 43 of Fresh Start
It might have made me sound pathetic, but I hardly cared anymore. I knew Dawson could understand.
"If you've been at it for so long, then chances are the pushback means nothing. Trust me, when I was auditioning for Detective Strong, we were going back and forth for fifteen months before anything became official."
I allowed myself a deep breath and let Dawson put another kiss on my lips, and it was all I needed to put the worry to the back of my mind.
Dawson led me under the shower, and he let the water wash away any uncertainty that what he was saying was true.
The combination of the water trickling down my skin and Dawson's touches did the trick. He lathered body wash all over my body, focusing on the southern regions, and despite having come seven times over the last twenty-four hours, little Leo stood at attention in front of Dawson.
He bent down and greeted my erection with his wet mouth and ensured my cock was as clean as the rest of my body, sucking it until I came all over his face. I put my finger under Dawson's chin and pulled him up to give him a kiss, licking some of my cum off Dawson's face before kneeling down to return the favor.
I pushed him against the tiled wall of the shower and played with his length, which proved more than generous with its juices, and I swallowed every last drop.
I’d love to spend the rest of my stay at Cedarwood Beach doing nothing but kissing, talking, fucking, and coming with Dawson.
Would Dawson like to do the same? I didn’t know. For the time being, I was content with it lasting the rest of our stay in Melody’s guesthouse.
Besides, I had to remind myself that I was here for more than a vacation. I was here to make amends and reconnect with my family.
Once we finished playing with each other, we had to start the scrubbing and cleaning process all over again. And that's what we did. I used a new bottle of body wash and rubbed Dawson's body while Dawson did the same.
"So, what's this role you're in talks about?" he asked.
I didn't hesitate. The minute Milo had told me, I’d wanted to share it with everyone. But I couldn’t tell anyone until it was official.
But I could trust Dawson.
"I am going to be playing Death Knight," I said and waited for Dawson's reaction.
His eyes shot open and a grin formed from ear to ear.
"No fucking way," he shouted. "I love Death Knight. He was my favorite when I was growing up. I collected all of his comic books. I wanted to be him so badly. You are perfect for the role. I can already picture you," Dawson said and took a moment to bite his lip. "When can we get you in Death Knight's costume?" Dawson looked me up and down.
"You don't have to look at me like a piece of meat, you know."
We laughed.
"I'll stop, only if you promise to fuck me in it." Dawson smirked.
I squeezed his face with one hand and teased Dawson with my tongue on his lips. “That’s a deal.”
Dawson closed his eyes and moaned.
"You are so perfect for this," he said.
I was on cloud nine. It had been such a long time since I’d felt like this. Dare I even say I hadn't felt like this since the last time I’d been with Dawson?
It was entirely possible. It’s not like I’d had a meaningful relationship since him. It was pathetic, and I knew it. Sure, I’d fucked around and had my share of men pass through my bed, but I was thirty-eight, and I’d only had one relationship. One that had lasted a year and three months. If that wasn't sad, I didn't know what was.
"Tell me, Dawson, have you been in any relationships?" I asked.
I waited for Dawson to open his eyes.
"Other than you and Bryan, no. Bryan and I were together for six months, long enough for me to realize what my agent was doing. After him, I just had some one-night stands, and now, I just don't have sex with anyone." Dawson paused. "It felt like I had to pay people to keep their silence. It felt like I was paying them for sex. So, I stopped. Until you, I haven't had sex in…" Dawson shut one eye and looked up, calculating his celibacy. "Eight years."
I couldn't believe it. Dawson Eldred, the most eligible bachelor in Hollywood, never had sex and had never had a serious relationship. I didn't know which of the two was more shocking.
"What about all those girls the tabloids wrote about?" I asked.
