Free Complicated by Megan Slayer Page A

understand.” Jonathan balled his fists at his sides. He wanted to reach for Sean and never let go.
    “Then enlighten me.” Sean grabbed one of Jonathan’s fists, uncurled his fingers then kissed his knuckles. “Trust me?”
    Jonathan debated his options. If he ran away, he’d wonder what could’ve happened. If he stayed, he could end up looking like a doofus. Then again, if he stayed, they might have a good time… He wanted a good time.
    “I trust you.” Jonathan opened his jeans. He toed out of his running shoes then shimmied his pants down his hips. The denim pooled around his ankles.
    “Damn.” Sean trailed his fingertips over the thin line of hairs leading from between Jonathan’s pecs to the waistband of his boxer shorts. “If you’ve never been told you’re a knockout, then the wrong people were looking at you.”
    “Most people don’t notice me.”
    “Then they’re blind.” Sean escorted Jonathan to the bedroom. “You first.”
    “I’ve never done this before.” Jonathan stared at the bed. Pretending to be lovers and laying with Sean for a scene wasn’t anything like the actual act of having real feelings between them as they laid together. He bit back his fear and crawled onto the bed.
    “That wasn’t so hard.” Sean stretched out beside him again, but this time, he rested his arm across Jonathan’s chest. “You’re scared.”
    “It’s that obvious?” Jonathan forced his gaze to the ceiling. He hated embarrassment.
    “A blowjob in the hallway is one thing. There’s emotion, but you can block out some of them. Laying together and having to look at each other is something different. You can’t hide from the emotions now.” Sean kissed Jonathan’s shoulder. “I don’t want to hide mine.”
    “I’m not sure what to think right now,” Jonathan confessed. “I’m scared and overwhelmed.”
    Sean tipped Jonathan’s gaze. His eyes sparkled in the moonlight streaming in from the window. “You held out a long time. A lot of guys couldn’t be that strong.” He kissed Jonathan’s shoulder again. “I hope I’m worthy of you.” He tangled their legs together.
    Worthy? “You’re scared, too?”
    “Sure,” Sean replied. “My reputation precedes me. I have a hard time finding guys who want to date me, not a character from one of my movies or shows. Then when one seems interested in the real me, I go and screw it up by keeping up my guard. If you can’t tell, I’m not easy to handle.”
    “You seem pretty good to me.” Jonathan smiled. The tension between them eased up a bit. “You said you didn’t remember your first. Why?”
    “Partially because I lied. I do remember him.” Sean flopped onto his back. “But it’s a little embarrassing.” He slid his arm under Jonathan then tugged him onto his chest. “My first time—promise you won’t laugh?”
    “I won’t.”
    “It was with a girl. Cassidee Motes. Remember her from Checkers ? The skinny girl with the huge boobs? We were on the set and supposed to be kissing or something. They shouted cut, and she pulled me into a closet. I did what she told me to do and what I’d seen in soft-core porn. She said she’d make me a man.” He chuckled. “Yeah, that didn’t work the way she intended. She helped me realize I don’t want pussy. I want cock.”
    Jonathan listened to the thump of Sean’s heart. He remembered the girl from Checkers . Most of the guys in his high school had the hots for her and regularly talked about who’d fuck her when they got to meet her. They’d made fun of him when he hadn’t joined in. He’d been too entranced by Sean to think about a woman.
    “Who was your first guy?” Jonathan asked.
    “After Cassidee and I faked being boyfriend and girlfriend for a year—she believed we were dating and to this day swears I was the one who got away—I did a short stint in rehab and came out. I didn’t want to be teen sweethearts for half the country.” Sean stroked Jonathan’s hair. “There