Free Celebrity 2 - Acting Out by Mia Watts Page A

eyes looked sorrowful. They also looked hopeful.
“Don’t ever fucking hurt me again.” Cree put his hands on Evan’s thighs and squeezed. “I’m glad you came back. Will you stay?”
Evan cupped Cree’s cheek. Cree leaned into it, closing his eyes, not caring if his tough-guy image took a flying leap out the window. Evan was back.
“I don’t want to hurt you again but, realistically, it might happen,” Evan admitted reluctantly.
“Trust me enough to give me the benefit of the doubt next time. And trust me when family stuff comes up. Trust that I can help, or at least listen.”
Evan nodded, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on Cree’s lips. “I promise.”
Cree tackled him sideways to the bed. “And don’t fucking leave me again.” He knew his emotions were on his face. He could hear the thick hitch of tears in his voice and saw that Evan heard it, too.
“I won’t,” Evan whispered. “I’m done being stupid. I love you, Cree.”
“It’s about damn time you did.”
* * *
    Cree kissed him. Evan’s eyes sealed happily. Cree was his. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t declared his undying love. That might take time, considering how much Evan had done to shake Cree’s faith in him. Evan was willing to wait, especially if it meant more kisses like this.
    Cree’s hands dragged up Evan’s torso, bunching his shirt out of the way and running ticklish fingers over his pits and ribs. Evan’s skin tingled everywhere he touched, wanted to tingle everywhere he missed. Evan raised his arms over his head so that Cree could get Evan’s shirt off.
    Once he was free, Cree muscled out of his shirt, too, and they were finally pressed bare chest to bare chest. He’d missed this. Evan loved the way their body’s worked together, the give and take of breathing like this, their bodies in unison. He could feel Cree’s heart as well as he could feel his own.
    Evan parted his lips, needing more of the man. It was just as he remembered. Cree tasted like a welcome home. Evan worked Cree’s pants off. Cree stopped kissing to kick off his shoes and socks. It was as Evan was doing the same that Cree suddenly got up and went to the bathroom.
    Evan flung his second sock, the last of his clothing, to the floor as Cree came back with lube and condoms.
“We really ought to start keeping those closer to the bed,” Evan mused.
“I haven’t needed to until now, but I’ll keep that in mind. I intend to make sure you stay in my bed every night from now on.”
Was that a commitment or a statement said in the heat of passion? Evan’s heart didn’t care. It felt full because of the words, however they were intended.
Cree’s gaze roamed Evan. Evan stretched out for him to look his fill.
“I love the way you look,” Cree murmured.
Evan stroked his cock, which stood proudly erect. “I think it’s pretty clear how much I like looking at you.”
“I’m impressed.”
Cree climbed onto the bed with him. He lay on Evan, both of them groaning as their naked, hot cocks rolled against each other.
“Do you bottom?” Cree asked.
“I would for you.”
Cree lifted up. “Roll on your stomach.”
Evan did, and Cree spread his legs, forcing the globes of Evan’s ass apart. Evan handed back the lube and hissed when the cool gel touched him.
“Foreplay after?” Cree suggested.
“Isn’t that postplay?”
“Only if we stop there.”
Evan chuckled, but it died the minute Cree began teasing his hole. Cree didn’t take a lot of time. He seemed to be in a hurry, but that was okay with Evan. He wanted that reconnection just as badly. There’d be time later to slow down.
Cree pushed in another finger, tugging on the tight ring of muscles to pop over them playfully.
“Cree, please. I need you.” Evan shivered as tingles raced up his spine and danced around his scalp. If Cree didn’t hurry, Evan might just come.
Cree tugged on Evan’s balls and cock.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you don’t come. I want to be inside of you