This Charming Man Ch. 01
Colin breathed deeply, watching the older man. Oh yes, he knew exactly what he was doing, alternately scowling and beaming at the cameras of the paparazzi. Public appearances of this sort were rare for the man and he was clearly making the best of the situation. The man knew that all eyes were on him. Colin watched for a few minutes, admiring the man’s hair and clothing. Taking a swig of his whiskey, he made his way through the crush of people.
Reaching the side of his quarry, he stuck out his hand. “Hi, I’m Colin and I’ve been a fan for as long as I can remember.”
The older man looked him up and down. Colin felt rather underdressed in his solid black pants, shirt and jacket. “That was nice work,” the man said, referring to the acting prowess Colin had exhibited in the film. His voice was quiet and smooth, yet oddly authoritative. “Although I must tell you that the film itself leaves something to be desired.”
“So, ah, Mr. Morrissey, some of us local blokes are going down to the corner pub. Care to join us?” Colin asked, running a hand through his slightly longer-than-normal hair, wishing he’d had time to get a trim before tonight. He felt strangely like a teenage boy asking out his very first crush.
He held up his hand. “Please, I beg of you, call me Steven. And, you’ll have to forgive me, but I would rather take you somewhere a bit more private than the corner pub. Public displays of affection are not one of my favourite things.”
Colin was speechless. He just gazed at Steven, mouth hanging open.
Steven smiled, reaching to caress Colin’s cheek. “Close your mouth, boy. I take it that your silence is an affirmative answer?”
Colin nodded and stroked his short mustache. “Yeah, all right. Let’s go.” He handed off his drink to a passing waiter. Steven turned and exited the theatre through a back way, never glancing back to see if Colin was following. It never entered Colin’s head not to follow Steven. After all, wasn’t this the man he had lusted after since he was young? The man whose style he’d tried to emulate, without success, when he was a teenager? There was no way in hell he was going to miss out on this opportunity.
He walked at a brisk pace, slightly behind Steven, admiring the way the black trousers clung to his ass. Colin lit a cigarette and took a few puffs to calm his nerves. As he exhaled, Steven turned around.
“What are you doing? I don’t like my lover to reek of cigarette smoke. Smoking is a common, rather tatty thing to do, don’t you agree?” He moved closer to Colin and plucked the burning cigarette out of his mouth, dropping it to the ground and crushing the embers with his foot. Leaning forward, he gently rested his lips against Colin’s mouth.
Colin was surprised by the softness of Steven’s lips. He grabbed the lapels of Steven’s jacket, pulling him close. Briefly their bodies were pressed together. Colin thought that Steven had an erection, but he couldn’t be sure, their embrace was too brief. Steven pulled away, smirking, and resumed walking to the hotel.
Colin didn’t like being teased and that is the way he perceived Steven’s actions. As they walked from the glare of the street lamp into the comparitive darkness, he grabbed Steven’s arm, pulling him deeper into the shadows.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Steven sputtered.
Colin pressed him against the damp, dewy brick wall. “What I should have done 15 minutes ago.” He kissed Steven deeply, letting the older man feel how aroused he was. Getting down to his knees, Colin pulled Steven’s zip open. He smiled in the dim light, “So, those rumors in the eighties were true, about you not wearing underwear.” He reached inside and pulled out Steven’s hard cock.
Steven gasped as the cool air hit his hot flesh. Colin slipped his mouth around Steven’s cock, tasting the small bead of pre-come that slicked the head of his cock. Steven arched his back, his fingers digging into the bricks of the wall. Colin took more of Steven’s cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the shaft while his other hand squeezed and tugged on his balls. Steven’s hips began that tell-tale thrusting motion and Colin knew the Steven’s orgasm was imminent. He pulled back, Steven’s cock sliding wetly out of his mouth and bobbing in the dim light. Colin stood up and smirked, wiping his lips clean of pre-come. Steven exhaled sharply. “Bastard,” he hissed as he composed himself. He pressed past Colin, walking rapidly away. Colin had to jog a bit to catch up. He resumed his earlier position, slightly behind Steven, confident that he had shown him who was in charge.
It was a cool and clear night and soon they were at the hotel. As they walked by the concierge, Colin felt rather whorish; sure, he had done this often enough with women, but never with a man. He felt as if everyone knew where he was going and why. Head down, he followed Steven to the elevator banks.
Once inside the elevator, Steven stopped ignoring him. Pressing him against the wall, he traced Colin’s mustache with his index finger while gently grinding his crotch against the actor’s stomach.
“I hate this on you. It makes you look scruffy,” he said softly. His lips parted and he slid his tongue along the seam of Colin’s pursed lips. Colin shivered with anticipation and parted his lips for Steven. Steven raised Colin’s arms above his head, pinning them to the elevator wall. He pressed his lips to Colin’s neck, feeling the erratic heartbeat. Letting go of Colin’s arms, he slid his hands down his chest and rubbed at the bulge pressing against the front of Colin’s trousers. Colin thrust his hips against Steven’s hand. His tongue traced a path down Colin’s neck; Colin gasped and reached for Steven, only to hear the ‘ping’ of the bell, announcing that they’d arrived on their floor.
Steven pulled back, straightening his tie and subtly adjusting his trousers. He crooked his finger at Colin, indicating that he should follow. Colin caught up with Steven and walked next to him, trying to control his irregular breathing.
Steven stopped in front of a door and unlocked it. Holding it open, he gestured for Colin to go inside. As he passed into the dark room, his backside brushed against Steven’s groin. He distinctly felt the erect cock of the older man and turned his head slightly, looking at Steven out of the corner of his eye.
Blue eyes met brown as Steven looked intently at Colin. Never breaking eye contact, he shut the door. The click of the latch echoed loudly in the silent room. The only light was moonlight, illuminating them both in silver. Steven moved towards Colin with a very serious expression on his face, rather like a wild animal stalking its prey. If he hadn’t known that Steven was a vegetarian, he would have been convinced that he was about to be eaten alive. The room was dark and yet Colin was certain that he saw the dazzling blue of Steven’s eyes.
Colin was nervous and said the first thing that came to his mind, “You liked the film, then?”
One thick black eyebrow rose slightly. Steven simply shook his head and moved closer, smiling faintly. “Don’t speak. Words will ruin this.” And, with that, Steven kissed Colin.
Colin was stunned. He had fantasized about this for years and now it was happening. He moaned softly and leaned into Steven, feeling the singer’s arousal against his belly.
Steven deepened the kiss, slanting his lips against Colin’s mouth. Their tongues entwined, tasting each other: the taste of whiskey in Colin’s mouth, a White Russian in Steven’s mouth. They clutched at each other urgently, their hands caressing and stroking each other through their clothes, erections pressed together. So wrapped up in his exploration of Steven’s mouth, Colin hadn’t noticed that he was being maneuvered towards the bed. His first hint was when the backs of his knees bumped against the edge of the bed and overbalanced, landing on his back. He pushed himself up on his elbows, trying to get his bearings in the dark room. Steven leaned over and placed his hand in the middle of his chest, gently pushing Colin flat on his back.
Steven smiled down at Colin, moonlight glinting off of his white teeth and dark hair and he began to strip.
“To Be Continued…”
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