Love Bites

Thrall

   It's only been a few days since I left Beau, but I find myself missing him already. His low voice, his tender touch, and those sweet intoxicating kisses. Of course we text or chat on the phone everyday, but it's not the same as seeing him or feeling him. I'm taking a break on set as the others have an early dinner together. I know he's just opening the bar right now, but I send him a text anyway. I know he'll answer me when he gets the time.

~Hey Lover Boy. Can we video chat after you close tonight? I miss your handsome face and beautiful smile.~ I hit send, grinning at my phone.

"John, you texting your lover again?" The director teases, handing me a plate of food. "You always have that sappy look on your face when you do. Anyway, eat kid. You're to thin! I can't let you keep skipping meals or that lover of yours is libel to have my head." He gives me a smirk and heads back to the group, just as my cell pings.

-I'll definitely make time for my angel once we close. How about 2:45, will you still be awake?

~Yeah, I'd much rather see your face than sleep. So, it's a date. Just so you know, I miss more than just your face Beau.

-Hmm, maybe I'll give you a peek at other things you might be missing, if you're a good boy.

~Deal! I'll talk to you later sweetheart.

-Don't stand me up baby, I'll be waiting.

   Ugh, I'm really falling for him. I'm anxious for this job to wrap so I can get back, but the weather may hold us up here longer get than expected. Not only am I worried about who might be lurking around him, but I just want to be with him. I need to get back work. I finish the food given to me and take some candid shots of the cast and crew sharing dinner and laughing together. My mind wanders back to Beau and that infectious gremlin laughter of his. This is going to be a long night.

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   Since the crew filmed an evening scene, I haven't been in my hotel room long. It's 2:30am and I just got out of the shower. I dry off and slip into my underwear, then I see the red sweater Beau insisted I get. I never actually feel heat or cold, but I toss it on thinking of him. Before I can grab any pants, my phone rings and I know it's Beau. I smile seeing Lover Boy on the display and a request for a video call. I accept and his face is smiling at me immediately.

"Hey there lover." I smile, but it fades. He looks tired and it worries me.

"Hey yourself gorgeous." Beau grins and props his phone on something, unbuttoning his shirt on a sigh.

"Long day? You look tired Beau, we don't need to do this tonight." I say, watching him smile and shake his head.

"I'm not to tired for you baby. Hey, step back. What are you wearing?" He grins and I prop my cell by the tv and step back, letting him get a good look at me. "Shit John, is that sweater the only thing you're wearing?"

"What?" I laugh, looking down. I forgot I didn't put on pants. I lift the sweater, showing him my black underwear. "No, but close. You called before I could grab any pants."

"Lucky me." He grins, sitting on the edge of his bed and removing his shirt. He chuckles softly as I moan watching him. "Mmm, I miss you baby." He blushes and licks his lips, unfastening his slacks.

"Show me, how much?" I ask, grinning and sitting on the edge of the hotel bed. He groans and looks away. He's so cute when he's embarrassed. "Beau, I'll show you mine if you show me yours." I see him look back at me, so I lift my sweater and pinch a nipple. "Mm, you want see mine sweetie?" I ask, sliding my other hand inside my underwear. He moans watching me, and I can tell he's hard. "Show me Beau. Show me that monster cock I've been missing too."