Page 48 of Just Like in the Movies
Llewellyn
My time in L.A. was almost done. Today was Thursday, I had a dayshift in the retirement home coming up on Sunday. Quitting and staying here wasn’t an option—they were depending on me to be there. And Mike and I, while we’d grown closer, well… it still didn’t quite feel like we’d become a couple.
Just played one on TV, to overuse an old phrase.
I’d spent a lot of time on the phone, talking to Mom, talking to Mike’s dad, talking to my dad and to Mike’s omega uncle Blaine. Even talking to Mrs. Costner, because I needed a freaking tie-breaker after talking to the supposed adults in our families.
Today, I’d spent most of the afternoon out roaming the neighborhood—Mike had had an early shoot, but was going to be home for supper, so I’d wandered into all the shops and talked to everyone, looking for something different that Mike would be guaranteed to like. Now I had chicken legs simmering away in a sauce on the stove, rice already cooked and just waiting to be steamed and fluffed up, and a salad made with at least three things I could no longer remember the name of, but which had all tasted good when the shopkeepers had given me samples to try.
It smelled delicious, but I wasn’t all that excited about it. To me, it felt more like a last meal.
Wasn’t he going to ask me to stay?
I thought I’d given him every reason to, but here we were—my flight back was tomorrow and Mike hadn’t said a single word about it.
The door opened and he came in and the room got three shades brighter, like it always did when he came home. “Damn, that smells good!” He hung his jacket on the hook by the door and kicked his shoes off to pad over to me and lift the cover on the frying pan. “Where did you learn to make that?”
“Your neighbors.” Okay, I might have sounded a bit smug, but he didn’t need to sound so surprised that I could cook. I just preferred eating out when we were together. More time for other things.
“Ha,” he said enigmatically and grabbed me so he could drop a kiss on my mouth. “I’m going to go have a shower. You want to go up to Hollywood Boulevard again tonight?”
We’d gone twice now and I still hadn’t seen everything. And if I hadn’t been leaving tomorrow, I’d have said yes. “Let me think about it,” I told him. Maybe he had something he really wanted to show me, but unless he did, I wanted to spend tonight just with him.
“Okay. I’ll be out in a couple of minutes.” He hugged me enthusiastically and disappeared toward the bedroom, trailing the smell of stage makeup and sweat behind him.
I set out the plates and got everything ready to go, the back of my neck still twitching with this feeling ofwrong.
The sound of the shower running came to my ear and some unconscious thought finally moved up, instead of turning the chicken down, I turned it off. I’d been wondering when Mike was going to make a move or even say something—what if he was waiting for me to do something?
He’d spent the whole two weeks telling me he was following my lead.
Well, I’d give him a lead.
I left the food covered in the kitchen and followed Mike to the bathroom. His body showed faintly blurry through the wet glass of the shower stall door and I paused for a moment to admire the spread of his shoulders and the way they narrowed down to his hips. My skin prickled and that low-grade arousal I’d been feeling all day ramped up a notch, my mouth watering with the knowledge that all I had to do was open that door to see him clearly, and to touch him without anything between us. I ran a hand over the front of my jeans, just to tease myself, and felt my cock jump before I grabbed my courage with both hands and stepped inside with him.
“Lew?” He spun beneath the spray and gaped at me. “You’re going to get your clothes wet!”
“Then take them off me,” I told him and draped my arms around his neck so that he couldn’t escape. “It’s our last night together—you really want to spend it in separate rooms?”
“I don’t want to rush anything and ruin it,” he said, but I felt his hands on my waist pulling me closer.
“Leave that to me,” I whispered and pressed my mouth to his.
It didn't take him long to take charge of the kiss, which suited me perfectly. I was in the mood for him to be alpha. I wanted him to shove me up against the wall of the shower and have his way, imprint the feel of him on my skin and in my body. I wanted to get on that plane tomorrow with the feel of his cock inside me still impossible to ignore, so I could close my eyes and pretend that it hadn't ended.
The water poured down over us like warm rain. I ran my hands down his back and tipped my head back so he could kiss my throat, because it was one of my favorite things that he did. He took me up on the invitation and while I sighed and stretched for him, he began to work my soaking wet t-shirt up my body.
“Damn, Lew, you had to come in here with clothes on?” he muttered.
I laughed and dragged my nails up his back. “I wouldn’t want you to think I was too easy.”
“This won’t be easy at all,” he complained and pushed me back against the wall of the shower. “Hold still.”
His fingers tickled as he dragged the cotton up over my chest, pausing to pinch one of my nipples and make me moan and arch toward him. “Yeah, I remember that,” he said in a tone of wonder. “God, Lew, what a moron I was.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I demanded, raising my arms above my head. “You want me, I’m here.”
The t-shirt made a wet splat as he tossed it out of the way in the corner of the shower. I hooked my fingers over the small ledge at the top of the shower wall while he stroked my chest until I cried out and thrust my hips toward him. “Either you take them off or I do.”
