(#2 of Unscripted)
Author: JR Gray
Genre: Contemporary Romance, M/M
Movie star 102: The headlines are never what they seem.
Quellcrist wasn’t new to fame or the effect it had on a relationship. He’d been married in the spotlight for as long as he’d been famous. But that was before Hale. He knew it was going to test him but even he hadn’t known the toll that months apart would take on his fledgling relationship.
Long days of shooting, different time zones, calls every day dwindled to days without calls, and rumors were all over the rags. Through it all Quell had to battle his own worst enemy but he didn’t know how to win against something inside him. Depression ate him whole and pain took over.
There was so much more at stake than losing his boyfriend, he was losing his best friend. His lifeline, the love of his life. Was there any way to come back from the damage done?
Can they rewrite their ending?
Excerpt . . .
I slipped a hand between my thighs and rubbed over my cock. I’d been hard for hours. I’d only started to get it under control to the point I didn’t want to storm into Hale’s trailer and shove him into a wall and kiss him, and then he’d gotten into the hot tub.
Then of course I had to open my stupid mouth. I’d almost kissed him, but then I figured he’d push me off. He probably just wanted to show me what I’d been missing all day. I fucking knew what I was missing. I’d known what I was missing all along. I thought he understood that.
I kept stroking over my dick, watching him in the hot tub. I couldn’t stop. I needed to get in the shower and fuck my hand so I could smoke and sleep, but something kept me glued to my seat. He got out after a few minutes and went to his trailer, right next to mine. I was glad I was sitting in the dark and he couldn’t see in my windows.
I forced myself up and into the shower. The warm water dripped down my body and I took my cock in hand again. I imagined my mouth on his, our dicks pressed together like they had been all day, only with a lot less clothes. It was so easy to slip back to that place mentally. I could taste him still on my tongue. We had a couple of days of reprieve on set and then we were right back into bed. An aggressive fuck.
How good that would feel right now. Even if it was only one time. Was I horrid for wanting it even if I couldn’t keep him? I imagined all the things he used to whisper over my skin while he drained himself inside me.
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