"Come on, sweetheart, a bit more enthusiasm? Fucking fake it if you have to, Christ. Good thing you've got some nice tits because you won't be getting anywhere in this business on your acting chops alone."
The girl had been okay with the threesome. Sheād taken Deanās matter-of-fact bossy attitude in stride, she had only looked mildly annoyed when Dean had slapped her arse and told her to get on her knees.
But that? That clearly strikes a nerve. Even Todd winces, his mouth stretching in a clear āyikesā expression as the girl, a young aspiring actress whose name he doesnāt even know, stands up from between them, slaps Dean hard across the face, makes a quick grab for her discarded clothes, and walks out of the door, her high heels clacking loudly on the hardwood floor of Deanās home office cum lounge.
Dean looks unperturbed, just smirks a bit at Todd and rolls his eyes, as though this is the sort of thing that happens to him all the time. Which it probably does.
Todd realizes heās still got his own cock in his hand and quickly releases it, feeling a bit awkward. This is a new development in whatās becoming a regular tryst in Deanās home, and now that the girlās gone, it might not be deemed appropriate to keep on jerking off.
But then Dean shoves his smoldering cigar between his teeth to free both of his hands, one of which lands on a huge television remote to unmute the porno that's been playing on the large television, the other goes to his groin naturally, to fondle his still spit-slick cock. So Todd takes up his own once again, following Deanās lead and turning to face the television. Dean shrugs.
"Fuck her," he says after he's removed the cigar again. It smokes unchecked in the hand not on his dick.
"Well, not anymore."
"That's why the skin business is so successful, Todd, manic fucking birds like that, can't take a bit of criticism. It's no wonder I'm in a multi-million dollar industry. Look at her," He points to the screen and Todd realizes he'd been watching Dean the whole time. Thereās a blonde with big, red lips getting fucked between her enormous tits and she's moaning like a cock on her chest is what she always wanted as a little girl, rather than a pony.
Dean continues, "She knows how to take it. Criticism, I mean. She isn't gonna be offended if you tell her faster, wetter, bit more ball fondling. She isn't gonna get up and strop off as long as there's a dick left standing, you know what I mean?"
Todd nods but he's only half listening. His gaze had abandoned Dean's perfect woman not long after landing on her, and now they're cut painfully to the side, watching as Dean alternates rhythm, stroking himself between his open fly. Both of them are half undressed, shirts open where the girl had giggled over the curls on Dean's chest, and had pinched at Todd's sensitive nipples. But somehow, where Todd feels disheveled and awkward, Dean looks a treat, pressed and wrinkled in all the right places, long and lean, thick and hard. And warm, so warm even though they're not quite touching, close enough for Todd to smell Dean's aftershave.
āYou need a thick skin if you want to make it in this business, sheās going to learn that pretty sharpish ā sheāll come crawling back soon enough. They all do, in the end. You can take yourself as seriously as you like, talk about your āartā and your ācareerā, but in the end itās all about sex, Todd. These projects of Garthās, theyāre good, nice for your public image. But they donāt bring in the money. Fucking, on the other hand! Fucking always brings in the money.ā
It surprises him, this comfortable monologue, not that Dean's ever been anything but comfortable talking about sex. Todd knows too well that Dean can describe, with graphic if not exactly poetic detail, every nipple, arse and snatch of his acquaintance.
āYeah,ā Todd says, and turns his head just a fraction, so he can take in Deanās wet lips, swollen from kissing that girl, and the way the muscles of his forearm move under his smooth skin as he jerks himself off, an image a million times more appealing than any porno in the world. Dean doesnāt seem to notice where Toddās attention is focused, his eyes still on the Technicolor pink flesh jiggling on the screen.
āIāve told you before, Todd, if youāre ever in need of more work, all you gotta do is ask. Iām sure I can find a place for you in one of my productions.ā
Dean turns to glance at Todd as he says it, and itās too late to look away, too late to pretend he hasnāt been staring. But Dean just smirks, undaunted, and raises an eyebrow. He moves his arm to give Todd a clear view of his cock, angling his hips just so, putting on a bit of a show.
āOf course, that might not be to your tastes. Thatās alright. Iāve been considering branching out. I hear thereās a big market at the moment for upscale gay porno.ā
Dean turns his gaze back to the screen, not waiting to see how his comment lands, just keeps his hand moving steadily in an easy, practiced rhythm, and takes a long drag off of his fat cigar, his lips wrapped tightly around the end of it. He has to know the images that the gesture immediately conjures in Toddās brain, it has to be deliberate. Todd licks his lips and his mouth suddenly feels very dry. It seems useless to try to be covert about it now.
But even as he feels himself flush and look away, and back again when it's invited (and because he just can't not look), he's surprised by this easy acceptance. Fear of looking another man in the eye or not, Dean's a ladies' man through and through. Todd expected name-calling, red-faced accusations, being tossed out on his arse should his eyes wander from the girl's tits to Dean's cock for too long. It's why he agreed to this little party, why this isn't their first, why he's so hard he can't think straight. All for Dean, whosās stroking himself like an offering, not like he's actually trying to get off, and sucking on his cigar like he can't get his fill and letting the smoke drift lazily from the sides of his mouth where he smiles around it.
"Or have I got it wrong?" Dean asks, cigar in hand again, but Todd can tell from the smirk that he knows he hasn't.
"Dean," Todd says even though he doesn't really know what he's going to say, and it doesn't matter once Dean settles a little deeper into the sofa cushions beside him, stretches and spreads those endlessly long legs invitingly. He isn't looking at Todd, he's watching his dick where he fondles it easily, teasingly, a show, and when Todd thinks he's going to burst with wanting, Dean finally cuts his eyes over and smiles.
"Don't you want to finish what she started?"
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It isn't like this is Dean's first blowie from a bloke, though those encounters usually don't extend past the casting couch, young kids he doesn't plan to hire anyway. It's a little more delicate when he knows he's got to turn around and work with them the next day. But he has always wondered about Todd's full-lipped mouth, pouty like a woman's, like it was made for sucking cock. He reckoned from the first scene they'd shot with Madeleine Wool and Todd together that the guy might be a bum jockey, but he hadn't really been sure until the first of their little group activities, feeling Todd's heavy-lidded eyes more on him than the girl they were both fucking.
And even if the girls have always done their best to get Dean off, brought their finest work to the table, their determined seductions never get Dean going like the barely concealed lust in Todd's hungry, secretive gaze.
Itās that desire that gets him. Dean is not an idiot, he knows that most of the girls who throw themselves at him do it because of his status. Todd, however, Todd clearly doesnāt give a shit about Deanās money. Heās not trying to get a part in one of Deanās productions, heās not trying to get one of his books published, heās not doing it to get to some other celebrity of Deanās entourage. Heās doing it because he loves cock, pure and simple. Thereās something attractive about that kind of honest desire, and Dean is not above encouraging it, or even using it to get off.
Itās gratifying, the way Todd nearly swallows his own tongue at Deanās invitation and he watches Toddās eyes flick back and forth between his face and his crotch, where Deanās fondling himself lightly, not enough to get off but just enough to keep Todd interested and remind him of whatās on offer.
āDeanā¦ā Todd repeats, choking on the word. He looks hesitant and disbelieving and eager all at once, and Dean is put in mind of a dog being presented with a juicy steak, eyeing its master like it canāt believe itās actually going to be allowed to eat it.
āWell, donāt you? Because it would only take me two minutes to get another girl who can get the job done, if youād rather just sit there and stare at my dick.ā
Thatās all it takes for Todd to scramble off of the sofa and onto his knees. Thereās something a bit pathetic about his eagerness, but something quite satisfying about it, too.
āYouāre not going to tell anyone about this, will you? Because my careerāā
Thatās cute, the way he asks it. NaĆÆve. Todd should know that most men will say anything if it means they might get a blow job out of it. No, Dean probably wonāt tell anyone about it, but itās nice knowing he could. Knowledge is power, and Dean likes power.
āYou have my word, Todd, but fucking get on with it.ā
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Toddās head is a bit swimmy and heās sure heās sweating, kneeling between Deanās spread legs, and with permission no less. He swallows, keeps his gaze down lest Dean spook from the intimacy and deny him after all. But oh, thereās plenty to look at down here. He canāt help but run his hands along the expensive fabric of Deanās trousers, to feel the warmth of him beneath them. He tugs at the material, meaning to pull them down a little more and Dean lifts his hips a bit to accommodate, until Deanās naked to his upper thigh.
Dean has amazing legs, Toddās always appreciated that, and theyāre as good or better up close, dotted with dark hairs, hot where the insides of his thighs, his knees, nudge at Toddās sides. There's a smear of red lipstick halfway up Dean's shaft and Todd frowns at it, but tries to put it out of his mind. Itās too good, being surrounded like this, by Dean, the feel, the smell (expensive cologne, cigars, and a hint of ladiesā perfume) andāTodd thinks as he licks his lips and watches the way Dean strokes himself lazilyāthe taste. Oh God, if anyone knew just how much he wanted this, that he was doing it, on his knees for Dean Fucking Learnerā¦
Well, honestly, itās not like heād be the first.
"Are we getting on with this sometime soon or have I got to fish out another VHS? You havenāt got to fall in love with it, Rivers, just put it in that rosy little mouth and suck it, alright?ā
Todd gives him a withering look and Dean just smiles. "Go on," the bastard says, "don't pretend you won't even if I insult you, not like that bird. I could call you a queer if I want, a cocksucker. Cause you are one, aren't you, Todd? Why don't you earn it already."
It's not that Dean's words don't sting, and it's not that Todd doesn't want to prove him wrong (at least about walking out), it's just that he's not sure he'll ever have the chance again. So he motions Dean's hand away with a nod of his head, buries his fingers in the warm, pressed fabric of Dean's tailored shirt, and licks his (rosy, he thinks) lips. Deanās cock waves heavy and low and Todd only has to raise up a little to slide his lips over the head, teasing slowly and sucking luxuriantly, pleasure as vengeance. Dean coos something appreciative that might be "nice form" but Todd can hardly hear it for the rush of blood in his head, loud in his ears, and fucking aching in his cock. It's worse (better) still when warm fingers touch his face, surprising him.
"Bit more," Dean says softly, "there's a lad." His fingers leave Todd's face to wrap around his erection, offering Todd more, and Todd follows those fingers defiantly, past that line of lipstick, taking Dean in suddenly and deeply. Dean hisses sharply. He tastes slightly of expensive champagne and strawberries and Todd knows it's from the girl, so he sucks more wetly, backs off enough to swallow, trying to rinse the taste away, wanting only the taste of Dean. The weight and the thickness are perfect on his tongue, filling his mouth, and Todd hums, feeling drunk on the sensation. He fucking loves this, craves it, and Dean is right, of course, heās a queer, a cocksucker ā and a bloody good one, at that.
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The kid's mouth is better than he thought, and there's nothing like a queer for sucking cock. You canāt buy that kind of genuine enthusiasm, and Lord knows heās tried.
On the television screen, the big-breasted girl is on her knees too, her mouth similarly occupied. Dean takes a second to admire the angle of the shot ā it was one of his best hiring decisions, getting that particular cameraman ā before reaching between the sofa cushions to grab the remote control. The music and the moans coming out of the speakers are bit distracting, so Dean mutes the porno again. The wet sucking noises that Todd is making around his cock suddenly seem amplified tenfold in the silent room and it sounds filthier and grittier than any porn soundtrack.
Dean slides his fingers into Toddās carefully coiffed hair, gripping tightly enough to pull at Toddās scalp, and the lad moans loudly around Deanās cock, his eyes snapping up to meet Deanās gaze. Heās pretty enough, young Rivers, with his full lips and his shiny hair, and heās popular on set, the girls like him. They might not like him as much if they saw him now, like this, on his knees with his mouth full and his eyes glazed over. But then, maybe theyād like him all the more for it ā it certainly makes for a pleasing visual.
Dean tightens his grip in Toddās hair to make him moan again, barely managing to suppress a groan of his own at the resulting vibrations. He smiles, his lips parted, and shifts his hips up a bit, driving his cock a bit deeper into Toddās mouth. Todd just takes it, greedy and eager, swallowing around him, and fuck, itās been too long since Deanās had head like this ā he almost regrets all those threesomes, all those wasted opportunities with ditzy girls who were worried about smearing their lipstick when he couldāve had Todd, who deepthroats like he was born to do it.
āMy, youāre a natural, Todd,ā Dean says, a bit breathless, a bit dizzy. āNever mind the āah, there! Fuck. Never mind the acting, sucking cock is clearly your true calling.ā
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Todd wishes he wasnāt so fucking turned on by the praise but he is, so much, reveling in each word of encouragement, each twitch of Deanās thigh under his clammy fingers, each ripple of Deanās smooth stomach. Todd aches to touch himself, but he wonāt allow himself the relief, not yet. He wants to make this the best blow job of Deanās entire life. He wants to make sure that each time Dean looks at him from now on, heāll remember this moment, remember how hard Todd made him come.
He pulls back a bit so he can suck on the head of Deanās erection again, swirling his tongue to taste the pre-come there and eliciting a stuttered gasp from Dean. Emboldened by the sound and the increasingly erratic rhythm of Deanās breathing, Todd reaches a hand in between Deanās legs to cup his balls, rolling them gently between his fingers and Dean gasps, grips Toddās hair tighter, rolls his hips and pushes Toddās head down hard to take him deep again. Todd goes willingly, with a moan and what little smile he can manage with a mouth so full, slides his free hand back to Deanās arse, plenty of room to get at it the way Deanās lifting his hips to fuck his face now. Itās just this side of brutal and Todd loves it like this, with his mouth full one second, nose pressed into pubic hair, and near empty the next, cheeks hollowed out, and again, with Deanās fingers tight in his hair, directing the pace.
This is so much more than he expected. So much better. The sounds Deanās making throb like a bassline in his groin, and Todd wonders if could come just from the invisible caress of them if they did this long enough. So heās almost sorry when Deans starts swearing breathlessly, aimlessly, āJesus fuck, Todd, cunting Christ,ā then seems to stop breathing altogether, cants his hips up hard enough to bump Toddās nose a little too hard and Toddās eyes water. Heās blinking and swallowing and groaning around Dean as Dean comes so deep in his throat Todd doesnāt even taste it. A shame, he thinks.
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Thereās funny shapes behind his eyes heās got them closed so tight, and yet all Dean can see is the perfect vision of Toddās mouth sliding down his shaft. He hasnāt come like that sinceā¦ well since that hummer he got at the racetrack during a test run, but that had ended in tragedy and so it probably didnāt count. Apart from that, though, not since before he got into the business, when he was still a hopeful young buck, too optimistic and too trusting.
When he comes down from the high of it, itās to the slightly uncomfortable sensation of Todd backing his mouth off of him, sucking at Deanās head one last time, to taste him, Dean thinks, even as he hisses at the contact to over-sensitive skin. The girls never linger that way.
Deanās still got a hand in Toddās hair and there are fingers stroking hot against his backside when Todd sits back and looks up at him, half guilty, all need, mouth swollen and red at the corners. In spite of that, Dean canāt help but feel like the kid got the better of him, making him come so hard, carry on so foolishly. He smiles a little, then moves one hand to Toddās mouth to trace those plump red lips.
āYou loved, that, didnāt you? This must be getting you so hard, Todd, the proverbial oaken staff, eh? You must be soaking your knickers wanting it. Maybe next time weāll invite that Monkey Boy you liked so much.ā
Todd backs away as if heās been burned, eyes narrowing, āHow the fuck do youāā
āI can assure you, Todd, if anything worth knowing happens on set, it finds its way to my ears sooner or later.ā
Dean had been holding on to that bit of information for a while now, about the time heād caught a glimpse of the Monkey Boy and Todd sucking face, with their hands in each otherās hair and down each otherās trousers behind Deanās garage. One never knows when these tidbits of information will come in handy, and it was worth keeping that one to pull it out now, if only to extinguish the smug glint in Toddās eyes.
Now that he feels like heās back in charge, Dean feels better about leaning back against the sofa and pulling his trousers up, tucking himself in. Toddās looking at him like heās not sure whether he should be angry about how Dean is toying with him, or further aroused by the prospect of a repeat performance.
āYouāre a fucking rat bastard, Dean, you know that,ā Todd says in a tight voice, pushing himself to his feet.
The former, then. Toddās even beginning to pull his trousers up, like heās actually intending to walk out of the room with a throbbing erection concealed in his pants, and Dean feels something a bit like regret. A bit like pity. So instead of laughing, he grabs Toddās wrist and gives it a slight tug.
āOh, donāt sulk, Rivers. Weāre friends, arenāt we?ā
āAre we?ā
āOf course we are. Letās not let a little blow job between mates ruin a long-lasting friendship. Sit down.ā
Toddās still frowning, but itās easy enough to guide him back to the sofa so theyāre sitting side by side, thighs touching. He wonāt meet Deanās eyes anymore, fixating instead on the television, watching it with a blank expression. Dean knows that this scene involves two girls in schoolgirl outfits, but heās not really paying attention to that. Heās seen it all before. But heās never seen Todd quite like this, with his lips parted and his hands twitching by his sides, his cock heavy and damp with precome against his stomach. He looks on the verge of self-combustion but heās waiting forā¦ what? For permission? For Dean to blow him in return?
Deanās not willing to reciprocate quite to that extent, but he can and does take Toddās hand, clammy and tense, and direct it to Toddās straining erection, encouraging, dictating the rhythm. Toddās eyes slide shut with a groan thatās almost a sob, his head falling forward. āThatās it, thatāll make you feel better,ā Dean says softly, withdraws his hand and rests it instead against Toddās thigh, a little offering.
Dean leans back against the cushions, returning his attention to the porno on screen. He turns the volume back up so he has something else to focus on other than the sounds of Todd wanking off next to him, and gives Toddās thigh a little pat and a slow, steady rub with his thumb.
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Deanās hand on Toddās thigh burns like fire and feels heavy and huge with his eyes closed, concentrating on that little contact. Theyāve touched more than this while fucking one of Deanās girls but somehow this, that hand so near his dickāharder than heās ever been in his life, heās sure of itāis so much more intimate than a shared fuck, than passing glittering, smug grins over a smooth shoulder and blonde hair.
āI feel sorry for you, Todd, that I donāt suck cock,ā Dean says in that soft tone of his that goes a little deeper than his usual speaking voice and Todd canāt help but lean into it. āNot to say I havenāt before, mind.ā The hand on his thigh inches higher, teasing, tickling lightly and Toddās so close. āYou donāt get to where I am in this businessā¦ā So goddamned close that a moan catches in his throat and he throws his head back as Deanās long fingers squeeze at his thigh. āā¦without a bit of spunk on your face now and then.ā
That clinches it. Toddās orgasm hits him like a wave and heās shouting, undignified and unrestrained as he comes over his own hand, stomach and shirt, with such a flood of relief itās like being caught from a near deathfall and yet falling anyway, all at once. The girl on screen is shouting too, a couple of octaves higher but it still makes Todd feel a bit foolish as he tries to catch his breath and Dean pats his leg again, sort of friendly and says, āSee? Thatās the medicine. Feeling better already, arenāt we?ā
Todd turns to him, head lolling on the couch, mouth dry and useless, to see Dean smiling and smoking that damned cigar once again, looking smug and energetic and fucking perfect. He tries to give Dean a disgusted look but it feel more like adoration and Dean just winks at him, nudges Toddās shoulder with his own.
āIām feeling like a drink, Todd. How ābout you? Gin? Whiskey? Or maybe after that, youāre more in the mood for a cocktail.ā He laughs at his own joke, sounding pleased, and with that he stands, adjusts himself somewhat elaborately in his trousers, then practically dances off to the bar to fix them both a drink.
āJust a beer, thanks.ā Todd hates that he watches that pinstriped arse as he tucks himself away. As a consolation, he pulls the handkerchief from Deanās coat to clean the ejaculate from his stomach and shirt, then stuffs it back into Deanās coat pocket before Dean comes back with their drinks.
Then, really, itās like any other time theyāve sat on Deanās sofa sharing drinks, watching porn or discussing business. Still, even the beer heās gulping canāt quite erase the sense memory of having just had Deanās cock in his mouth.
For Dean, though, it seems to be business as usual. Todd is only half-listening as Dean gives directorās commentary on the film thatās still strobing garishly on the television screen. He tries to ignore the sick feeling growing in his stomach.
When he finally gathers up the courage to leave, Dean accompanies him to the door and leans against the door jamb, watching Todd put his coat on. Deanās shirt is still open and thereās lipstick smeared near his collarbone, but he seems unaffected, perfectly at ease. Clearly it takes more than a one-off blow job from a male colleague to ruffle Dean Fucking Learner.
Thatās it, then, Todd thinks, thatās the end of that ā but as heās about to walk out the door Dean surprises him with a touch on the shoulder and a quirked smile.
āDrop by next weekend, Rivers. Maybe Iāll have someone here thatās more to your tastes, next time. Maybe weāll make it into a little party.ā
āI donāt think thatās a good idea, Dean.ā But just looking at him there, all long and lean, with his lazy smile and his dark, knowing eyes, Todd already knows heāll be there.
āWell, you know where I live, should you change your mind. See you tomorrow, Todd.ā
