Free Complicated by Megan Slayer

you teetered on his tongue. Jonathan stared into Sean’s eyes. He didn’t see the actor. He saw a man kicked around by life and trying to figure out who the hell he was inside.
    “Then take me home.” Jonathan eased his hands into Sean’s back pockets. “We don’t have to do anything, but I want to be with you.”
    “Yeah?” Sean kissed him. “We’re almost there.” He kept one arm around Jonathan and led him to the gate. “I want to do this right.” He plunked the sub bag on the desk in the guard shack. “Here you go, man. Enjoy.”
    The guard buzzed them through then when they’d passed by, he locked the gate again.
    Jonathan’s heart hammered. He wasn’t sure what would happen next. He followed Sean back to the trailer. He hadn’t been able to get the blowjob out of his mind. Giving head came easy to him. Open mouth and insert dick. Getting more personal… The idea kind of scared him. Maybe, he’d better go. If he stuck around, he feared he’d do something stupid.
    Sean waved him into the trailer. “My house is your house—trailer. Whatever.”
    Once Jonathan stepped inside, Sean closed the door then caged him between his body and the door. “When we were on set, laying together…it felt real.” He closed his mouth over Jonathan’s and pressed their bodies together.
    Jonathan tried to breathe, but Sean had taken the wind from him. He closed his eyes and simply let Sean have his way. He groaned as Sean pinched his nipple through the fabric of his shirt. The new sensation of pleasure-filled pain radiated in his veins. He tasted the root beer on Sean’s kiss.
    “Sean,” Jonathan managed. Anything else got lost in the kiss. He grabbed the hem of Sean’s shirt and pulled.
    “Yeah,” Sean murmured. He yanked the shirt the rest of the way off his body. The move caused his hair to stand on end.
    Jonathan sighed. Even with mussed hair, the man was hot. His dark eyes blazed, and the five o’clock shadow on his cheeks added to his allure. His nipples were hard, and in the dim light, sweat glistened on his sculpted body. No wonder people of both sexes found him sexy.
    “Ever since yesterday, I’ve been dying to look at you again.” Sean eased Jonathan’s T-shirt over his head then tossed the garment out of sight. He kissed Jonathan again, this time sucking on Jonathan’s tongue.
    Jonathan had been kissed before, lots of times when the guys from college wanted to fool around with someone safe. But those kisses had never held the passion and feral need Sean’s did. The others made kissing seem like a chore and something only they got anything out of, but Sean made the act special. Was the stronger feeling on account of the chance Jonathan would finally have sex?
    Sean pulled away and smoothed his palm along Jonathan’s chest then down to his cock. “What’s wrong? Obviously not this. Damn, you’re…wow.”
    Wow? He was average at best. “Nothing’s wrong.” He hadn’t lied, but he hadn’t said the entire truth. I’m overwhelmed, scared and about to run screaming into the night.
    Yeah, he couldn’t say all of that. Sean would laugh and send him home. Christ. Now, he felt as if he were back in high school, needing permission to have a life.
    “I see.” Sean popped the button on his pants then shoved the denim to the floor. He kicked out of his shoes, socks and the wadded up jeans. “I’m stripped just about bare.”
    The definite rawness between them wasn’t lost on Jonathan.
    “I want you to stay tonight. Not because you think I’m expecting it, but because you want to.” Sean draped his arms around Jonathan’s neck. “Come to bed with me. We don’t have to have sex.”
    Embarrassment washed over Jonathan. He was fucking this all up. God.
    “You’re young, new at this whole relationship thing…and you’re hot as hell. I’m shocked you’re even interested in me.” Sean let go of him and stepped back. He held out his hand. “Please?”
    “Sean, you don’t