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May 2017 - Los Angeles
Shane took the call as he was walking in the house, juggling the two bags of groceries he was holding as he tried to get his phone out of his pocket. He nearly dropped it, but managed to hold onto it long enough to answer, “Scott, hey, what’s up. Just got home.”
“You got it Shane! You got the movie.”
Shane was glad he’d made it into the kitchen since the two bags he was holding both fell, thankfully onto the island. His eyes were closed as he tried to take a deep breath. “Really? I fucking got it? You’re not messing with me Scott?”
“NO, you got it! This is it Shane. This is what you’ve been waiting for. A lead role opposite Allie fucking Jacobs!”
Shane looked at the phone and muted it before screaming into the small house he shared with his roommate Hayden.
“LET'S FUCKING GO!”
He took another breath and unmuted the phone, “That’s great news Scott, I’m so glad you made me audition. I thought there was no way they’d even look at me.”
“Well they did. Get ready to be a star. Nail this one and there’s nothing to hold you back. We’ll talk in a few days when I get details and a contract. You did it though. Go celebrate. But not too crazy, you’ll have to start watching what you do since you’ll be in the public eye a lot more all of a sudden.”
“You know me Scott, boring.”
“Keep it that way, talk to you soon. And Shane, congratulations. You deserve it.”
He dropped his phone on the island and sank onto one of the barstools that were there. He couldn’t believe it. He had finally done it. No more little one liners on bad tv shows, no more extra in the beer commercials. Maybe no more waiting tables. An honest to god leading role in a romantic comedy opposite the hottest actress around right now.
The groceries forgotten, Shane walked towards the back of the house, “Hayden, get the fuck up, we’re going out!”
Shane slammed the empty shot glass onto the bar and turned to find Hayden. He headed towards the booth in the darkened corner of the club, music pounding from the sound system, carrying the four extra shots he’d ordered. He usually wasn’t much of a drinker, but this, this was a special occasion. He put the shots down and shoved them towards the middle of the table, sliding into the booth next to a beautiful blonde woman. Anna. No. Amy. Fuck, he wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter. She draped herself over him and he smiled at her, picking up one of the shots. Hayden and the other woman next to him picked them up also. Hayden, well on his way to being wasted already, nearly spilled his as he made a toast,
“To Shane, my best friend, the fucking movie star! When you’re a big star, don’t forget all your little friends Shane.”
They all threw back the shots and Shane’s new friend suddenly had her mouth on his, kissing him deeply. He kissed her back, her arms coming around him to pull him tighter to her. When he finally unentangled himself, her lips were damp and swollen. He glanced over where Hayden and the dark haired woman were practically in each other’s laps. Rolling his eyes, he got up to get them more drinks, yelling at the blonde over the music that he’d be back. He should probably try to remember her name since her tongue was halfway down his throat earlier. He wasn’t too worried, she wasn’t really his type and he doubted he'd ever see her again.
He stood at the crowded bar, waiting his turn to get them all more shots when someone jostled him from behind. He turned to look and nodded at the tall dark haired man with beautiful dark brown eyes. Why would he think they were beautiful? He’d clearly had enough shots. He laughed out loud which drew the man’s attention. The bar was busy and the man was standing close enough that he was partially pressing against Shane, his body warm. He smiled at Shane and nodded behind him. Shane turned around and realized the bartender was waiting for him to order. He did, trying not to feel the body behind him. Did the man have to stand that close to him? It was warm in here. When Shane took the shot glasses, the man moved out of his way and Shane felt the loss of body heat acutely. He walked off, ignoring the way the other man was looking at him. Fuck, he was drunk. Not processing things right. He smiled at the blonde who was waiting for him in the booth still. They did the next set of shots, Hayden and the dark haired woman nowhere to be found. He started to sit next to her, but she shook her head and said something he couldn’t hear. Standing, she grabbed his hand, pulling him along to a back hallway where the restrooms were. He let himself be pulled along as he looked around, for what, he wasn’t sure.
They stood in line, her body pressing against him, as he held one hand loosely on her back. When one of the bathrooms opened up, she giggled at him and pulled him inside. He was just buzzed enough that he let himself be pulled in, but knowing this was a bad idea. As soon as the door was shut, she was all over him, kissing, licking, moaning. He put his head back against the wall and let her, looking down as she managed to get his pants down around his thighs. He dropped a hand to her hair as she took him in her mouth and he inhaled sharply at the warmth of her mouth compared to the coolness of the air hitting his bare skin. He closed his eyes as she sucked and played with him. He realized the amount of alcohol he’d had was messing with him and it took him longer than it should have to get hard. For whatever reason, his mind drifted to the brown eyes at the bar, the heat from a body pressing against his, and suddenly he was bucking into the woman’s mouth. He tangled his hand in her hair, keeping his eyes closed, as all he could see was brown eyes rather than the blue ones that belonged to the woman wrapped around his cock. He came in her mouth as he tried to push away the thought of a body against his at the bar and she swallowed him up like she’d done it a million times.
She stood up and smiled at him, licking her lips before going to the mirror and proceeding to fix her make up. Shane waited for her, figuring it would be rude to leave her there alone. When she was done, they left the room and went back to the booth. Hayden was still nowhere to be found. When the blonde went to sit back at the booth, he took his chance to make an escape, knowing it was rude, but just wanting to be gone. He took a taxi back home and realized Hayden and the woman from the club were there, making out on the couch. His friend looked up as he walked past and just shrugged at him as Shane glared at him for leaving him there.
He got a ginger ale from the fridge and took it to his room. He showered, trying to get the smell of the blonde’s perfume off of him. While he was standing there letting the water fall around him, he let his fingers wrap around his cock and slowly stroked himself. He closed his eyes and let his hand move faster. When he let his head fall back, his fingers squeezing around himself tightly, he thought of dark brown eyes again. With a groan, he came all over his hand, his cock jerking forward over and over again, spilling hot white ropes of cum out into the shower to disappear down the drain. Fuck, where did those eyes come from. What girl had he seen that had those eyes he’d been thinking of. Hopefully not the one Hayden was now busy with. Choking back a laugh, he dressed in some sweatpants and fell into bed, falling asleep instantly.
5 months later
Shane walked into his trailer, a coat wrapped around him to protect him from the chill. It was October in Maine and the wind was already cold. It had been a long day of filming and Shane just wanted a shower and bed. When he was climbing out of the shower, he heard a knock on his door. Glancing at the time, he groaned, who was bothering him this late, they had an early call time in the morning. Not even thinking about the fact that he only had a towel around his waist, he opened the door, immediately shivering from the cold air that blew threw the open door and over his damp skin, causing small pebbles of goosebumps to appear instantly.
“Oh my god, Shane, get inside, you should have told me to wait!”
He backed up and let in Allie, who was wrapped up in a long coat reaching nearly to her ankles. Shutting the door behind her, he gave her a tired smile. “I didn’t even think about it, I just opened it. Let me get dressed.”
She grinned at him, sitting down at the small table. “Don’t have to on my account.”
He laughed with her, but went and changed into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before coming back out. “Can I get you something? Drink? Snack?”
She shook her head, “No, I’m good, thanks, I just wanted to see how you thought the scenes went today?”
“I thought they were great. You make it so easy for me, I really appreciate it Allie. Did you think they were ok?”
He knew he sounded hesitant, but he needed this movie to go well. This was his big break and he wanted to take full advantage of it.
She gave him a huge smile, “So good. You’re a natural Shane, I can’t believe this is your first movie. Your first big role. You move so easily and I think our chemistry is really good. You’re gonna be a household name soon. I hope you’re ready for it.”
He gave her a genuine smile, some of his nervousness going away, “I hope so. I’ve always wanted to do movies and this is my chance to get out of the little extra roles I mostly do.”
She nodded, watching him, her tongue coming out to lick her lips as she stared at his. “I thought maybe you might want to go over the lines for tomorrow? We’ve got the big love scene coming up, are you ready for it? I know we’ve been over it with the intimacy coordinator, but sometimes chemistry is better if we go through it ourselves.”
He shook his head, as he smiled again, “I’d love to Allie, but I’m so beat. I’m really sorry. I think I’d screw them up more than I’d get right. I’m sorry.”
She watched him for a moment, her lips curving up, “You’re cute Shane. Ok. Maybe another time? I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
He was laying in bed after she left, talking to Hayden on the phone and he mentioned her stopping by. Telling his friend about it, he got an earful of cursing and screaming, so much that he pulled the phone away from his ear. “Fuck Hayden, what’s up with you.”
“Shane, buddy, she was flirting with you. She wanted to do lines with you about the love scene? Because maybe it was better to work on them without the intimacy lady? What’s wrong with you? We gotta work on your social cues weirdo. She totally is into you.”
He made a face at the phone as he shook his head, “She’s a movie star Hayden, she’s not into me. She was just being nice, probably thinks I suck so was trying to help.”
“Ummm, Shane? You’re about to be a movie star also and you’re fucking hot. She was totally trying to get with you and you didn’t even realize. Somehow. Do you know how to flirt? We’re gonna have to work on it. I’ll get Jackie to practice with you.”
“You guys are still dating? That’s great.”
“Yeah she’s great. Thank god she liked me, not you, because you’d have just ignored her apparently. Can’t believe you just blew off Allie Jacobs.”
“Fuck off. It wasn’t like that. Really. I know when girls are into me.”
“Sure you do buddy. Here, I’m gonna send you a video, you can fucking jack off to it since you tossed out the real girl. This one kind of looks like her anyway. Is that weird? Jackie’s looking at me like it’s weird. Now she’s laughing at me. Gotta go, talk soon, check this out. It’s hot.”
Shane rolled his eyes and set the phone down, ignoring it when it buzzed at him. Hayden was always sending him fucking porn. Apparently even now that he and Jackie were still together. He wondered if she watched it with him. He got up and turned off the lights, knowing he needed to get up early. Laying there for a few more minutes, he finally grabbed the phone and hit the link Hayden had sent him. It was typical porn, and the woman really did look a little like Allie. He probably shouldn’t be watching it, what if it made things weird tomorrow. No, he was a professional, it would be fine.
He watched it for a few minutes and found his hand drifting to palm his cock without him really even realizing it. He paused the video and rolled over, grabbing a small bottle of lube he kept for these occasions. Shoving his pants down past his thighs, he lay there, his cock hard and heavy against him. Letting the lube drip directly on him, he bit back a hiss at the coolness, the noise turning into a softer one as it quickly warmed under his hand stroking himself. He turned the video back on with the other hand and actually closed his eyes for a second, listening to their grunts and moans. His own hand moved a little faster as he opened his eyes and watched the video. The woman was on her hands and knees, her hair tossed over one shoulder as she looked back at the man who was pounding into her, causing her to let out moans and whimpers with every thrust. His hand moved faster, almost in time to those thrusts. The man was tan and muscled, without being overly big. Shane watched those hips moving into the woman, that cock sliding in and out and he groaned. He stroked himself harder, squeezing with each stroke, his breath coming faster. He came just before the man in the video did, Shane’s moans nearly matching the man’s grunts of pleasure. He came hard, watching as his hand, stomach and chest were covered in hot drops of his own cum. He lay there, his breath slowly evening out as the video played on. They were changing positions now and he realized he was watching the man’s ass as he walked across the room. He thought he might have also paid more attention to the man’s cock sliding in and out than to anything the woman had been doing. He shook his head as he got up to clean off. That was totally normal. The woman was hot and who didn’t look at the guys' cocks when they were watching. It was impossible not to. Normal.
2 months later
Shane was letting Allie swing him around as they danced at the wrap party, a drink in both their hands. The entire cast and crew were here and drinks were flowing heavily. The filming had gone great, early impressions seemed to be very favorable, people talking about the crazy chemistry he and Allie had. It would be a few months before the movie actually came out, and the press shoots and marketing campaign would be starting soon. Scott said new scripts were already coming in and he’d have to look at them soon. He also said he might wait until the movie was out, if it was the hit it was looking like, he might command more money. Shane wasn’t sure yet, but he’d take a look at what Scott had and decide then. In the meantime, it was let loose and party night.
He’d taken Hayden’s word for it and the next time Allie had mentioned running lines, he’d taken her up on it. They’d gone on a few dates during filming, but nothing serious. He didn’t want to screw anything up while they were filming. They’d fallen into bed together once, it had been late, they’d both been a little tipsy. It had definitely not been his best performance, but she hadn’t seemed to care. Everything had been fine the next day between them and they carried on with filming like nothing had happened.
Hayden had been pressing him to go on more dates. He kept saying Shane was too tight laced, needed to loosen up a little, have some fun. He tried. He really did. But he didn’t like to drink that much, the night with Allie and tonight were exceptions. The women he had tried to date just weren't doing it for him. He didn’t feel anything with them, other than friendly casual vibes. Hayden told him he just hadn’t met the right one yet. But he knew his friend was right about one thing, he really needed to get fucking laid. It wasn’t for lack of willing participants. He knew he was attractive, but just nobody sparked him. Fuck. He was almost past caring at this point. He just needed someone. Something other than his own company.
Once the party was winding down, he realized he drank way more than he had intended. He let Allie call him a taxi once he had declined her offer to go with her. He gave her a kiss though and told her he’d see her soon. And he would. He would ask her out when he wasn’t half wasted. The last thing he wanted was another night of mediocre sex with a gorgeous actress he’d just done a movie with. He got in the taxi and nearly gave him the wrong address. He’d rented a newer, nicer house with his first payment from the movie. Jackie had moved in with Hayden and he’d begun to feel like a third wheel, so he had found a new place. It was nice, but it was a little lonely after being so used to having a friend around all the time.
He stumbled into his new place, and promptly banged his hip on the corner of a table. He cackled wildly to himself. Not used to where the furniture was yet. He allowed himself to half fall onto the couch, one leg off on the floor. He should have gone with Allie. He wanted company. That he liked. What was wrong with him? He was Shane Hollander, soon to be a big famous actor. He shouldn’t be alone on a night like this. He fumbled his phone out of his pocket and pulled up the last few messages with Hayden. They’d been here, acting stupid and Hayden had been trying to find him a date. He’d pulled up some app and had sent it to Shane. Some high end escort app. Told him surely he could find someone there, just for the night. Shane had scoffed at the idea, “I’m not paying for a fucking date Hayden. There’s plenty of people I can go out with.”
“MMMhmm, that’s why you haven’t gotten laid in months. This isn’t a date, you just find someone you’re attracted to and have a good time. One night thing. Get some frustration out.”
At the time, he’d ignored it, but laying here tonight, alone, drunk, horny. It wasn’t sounding like such a bad idea. He clicked the link Hayden had sent and it took him to a website. He blinked at his phone, fuck, how much had he actually drank. He scrolled through pictures, giggling at one point. It was like a food menu, you just pick what you want and order. Instant delivery. This was a bad idea. He should put it away. Instead, he just kept scrolling. She was pretty. Hair too short. Hair too long. Too pale. Her nails were too long, she’d tear him to shreds. Oh my god, why was this so hard? He was laughing again and swiped the wrong way. His eyes narrowed as he stared. The man on the screen had the most incredible body Shane had ever seen. Shane worked out, he was fit, some would say very fit. But this man. Looked like a statue come to life. This couldn’t be a real person. His eyes were the color of oceans and his hair. Shane just wanted to bury his hand in those golden curls right through the fucking screen. It wasn’t fair for one person to look like that. Shane chuckled and tried to swipe back to the women. He did and looked through them, none of them piquing his interest. Somehow, he ended up back on the golden curls man again. Stupid. He was having a hard time tearing his eyes away from that lovely little trail of hair that disappeared into his tight jeans.
“WHAT THE FUCK SHANE. Pick a girl or turn it off.”
He blinked a few more times at the phone, his head was actually feeling a little dizzy. Maybe he didn’t need a date after all. He kept swiping the phone, at some point falling asleep with the phone still in his hand.
He jerked upright on the couch, his phone sliding from his hand to the floor. What the fuck had woke him up. He was rubbing his eyes and nearly laughing as he realized he’d fallen asleep on the couch. “Impressive Shane. No more fucking alcohol for you.”
A knock at the door startled him and he actually let out a soft yelp of surprise. “Holy fuck.” He stood up and grabbed the phone off the floor, walking to the door. Who would be here at two in the morning. Without looking, he opened the door, trying not to yawn. He stood looking at the man knocking at his door, a slow frown coming to his lips. He looked at his phone and back to the man. What the hell. He was having a nightmare. The man had jumped out of his phone and to his front door. How does that even happen? He stared at the man’s lips, they were so perfect, red and full, a perfect cupid’s bow. He realized he should probably speak. Even though it was clearly a hallucination. Someone was pranking him. With an extremely muscled man in tight jeans, a tight black t-shirt that was stretched over his ridiculous chest and a leather jacket tying it all together. Oh, and curls that looked so soft that Shane just wanted to touch them.
“Ummm, hi. I think there might be a mistake here.”
The man was looking at him with amusement. Those eyes were sparkling as they looked Shane up and down.
“You are Shane Hollander?”
Even his voice was perfect. Shane was getting pissed. It wasn’t fair. He had an accent that was absolutely sexy, but his English was perfectly understandable. Shane nodded at him, “I am. Who are you? How did you get here? I mean, why are you here?”
“Ahh, my name is Ilya. You made appointment with me? Same day one. So here I am.”
“I didn’t though. I mean, I remember you from the website, but I didn’t make an appointment.”
The beautiful man looked at his phone and pulled up an email, turning his phone around. “You did. See. Shane Hollander. Same day. This address. Paid already. So here I am. Can I come in?”
Shane blinked at him and took a step to the side, allowing him to walk in. What had he done before he passed out? Where was the girl he had ordered? He remembered. He wanted to have no strings attached sex. He couldn’t do that with a man. He wasn’t gay. He could certainly appreciate the man’s beautiful face, and that mole that was on the side of his face, perfection. The eyes that seemed like they could look through you, the body. All perfectly nice, but Shane wasn’t gay.
The man walked up close to him, too close, Shane couldn’t move, just looked up at him. Looked up. He was an inch or two taller, it was a little intimidating. The man, Ilya, he had said, smiled at him, those lips curving up in an almost smirk.
“So, Shane Hollander. You did not fill out the questionnaire on my page. So I do not know if we are even compatible. Maybe I can ask now? Really, there is only one that matters.”
Shane just nodded, having absolutely no idea what he was talking about, but he agreed nonetheless. “Sure.”
Ilya leaned up close to his ear and whispered to him, “Do you like to fuck or be fucked. I myself prefer to do the fucking. It’s actually fairly non-negotiable, so if you like to top, I will have to refer you to someone else.”
Shane shivered at the voice so close to his ear, the breath hot against his neck. “Ilya. I think there’s been a mistake.”
“So you have said Shane Hollander. But you ordered a date, so here I am. I can make you happy, I promise. Just tell me what you like. I can do it. What do you like to be called? Shane? Sir? Sweetheart? Daddy? Pet?”
“Oh my god, no. Stop.”
Ilya laughed at him, clearly teasing. “Good, because I would not call you some of those things. But I can do many things. All of which you will like. So tell me what you want.”
Shane took a step back, realizing his heart was beating a little fast for some reason. Never again would he drink this much. “No, I mean, I don’t know what I did. I was a little drunk. But there was a mistake, because I'm not into guys. I’m so sorry to have wasted your time.”
Ilya pulled back and looked at him in surprise, actually taking a step back. “You ordered an appointment with a man Shane. So you are bisexual then?”
Shane shook his head, “No. I just like girls. I must have hit the wrong thing when I was a little more drunk earlier.”
Ilya tilted his head and looked at Shane. At the blush over his cheeks, those freckles that were calling out to him, that lush lower lip that had trembled when he whispered in his ear. He took a step closer again. “I think that you are teasing me Shane. Look at how you blush when I come close. We can do test if you like. To see how gay you are.”
Those lips curved up in a smile as the pink got darker and stained his neck now as well. He took a step and Shane backed up one. Ilya took another and Shane backed up again. The back of his thighs hit a long skinny table along the wall near the door. Ilya leaned forward and slowly pressed his lips to the spot on Shane’s neck, just under his ear. His tongue came out to flick it and Shane shivered again. He was actually stunned when his cock started to grow hard. His breath faltered and Ilya let that warm, wet tongue trail down his neck halfway until his mouth closed and gently sucked on a spot before pulling off. Shane was actually trembling as the man pulled back to look at him.
“Shane Hollander. I think maybe, just maybe, you are a little gayer than you think you are.”
Shane shook his head and scooted out around the man away from the table. “I’m really not. I like women.”
Ilya nodded and let him walk away. He looked around and gave a low whistle. “This is a nice place. What do you do Shane?”
“Oh, I’m, uhh, I’m an actor.”
“Of course you are. Anything I have seen?”
Shane shook his head, “No, probably not. Soon though.”
“Great, I look forward to it. So these girls you like Shane, you have sex with them? That’s why you were on escort website tonight?”
“Oh. That was kind of a joke. My friend sent it to me. I have dates. With women. Beautiful women.”
“I’m sure you do. You are a very attractive man. You have sex with them?”
Shane blushed again, “That’s kind of personal.”
“Shane, you ordered an escort. While we can actually just ‘escort’ you to events, that’s not normally what happens here. I think you passed personal when you went to the website.”
“I have sex with them. Good sex.”
Ilya laughed, his smile wide, lighting up his face. “Good sex. That sounds great Shane. Do they make you tremble like I did just by touching your neck?”
Shane blinked at him. Ok, this was going too far. He had perfectly adequate sex with women. Even if they did not make him tremble like that. What was that about anyway. Ilya circled around him and took his hand, leading him to the couch, taking off his jacket and laying it over the back of a cushion.
“Sit please.”
Shane did it, without really knowing why. Ilya smiled at him and dropped to his knees, pushing Shane’s apart so he could kneel between them. Shane just stared into those eyes that vascillated between green and blue. “I’m not…”
“SHhh, I know. Not gay. Not bi. Just women. I get it. Let me make you feel good anyway.”
He leaned forward and kissed Shane’s neck again. He licked and nibbled and teased, Shane starting to make soft noises as his head tilted to give Ilya more access. He let a hand drift up to tentatively touch Ilya’s curls and Shane felt him smile against his neck. Ilya’s hand drifted up to lightly cup Shane’s cock, which for some reason, was awfully hard and straining against his pants. Shane felt him shift and he felt that hand disappear from the outside of his pants. He made a soft noise of discontentment but then hissed in a breath as it made its way down the front of his pants and slowly touched the bare skin of his cock. He let out a soft moan and a curse at the same time, “oooh fuck”.
Ilya whispered against his neck again, “Let me make you happy, Shane. Better than just good sex. It can be great.” Something in him snapped and he was suddenly terrified of his reaction. This couldn’t be happening. No. He was just drunk still. He liked women. He did. He jerked back and stood suddenly, forcing Ilya back as he pulled the hand out of his pants. He blinked suddenly, feeling his eyes burn.
“I’m sorry. I can’t. I can’t do this. This was a mistake. I’m so sorry.”
Ilya stood slowly, gazing at him with a look in his eyes that Shane couldn’t interpret. He finally shrugged and with a low voice told him. “Ok. I’m sorry. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. I will go. My mistake.”
He grabbed his jacket and walked to the door, turning to give Shane that unreadable look again. “It was nice to meet you, Shane Hollander. I hope you find what you’re looking for. Good luck with the acting.” He slipped out the door and was gone.
Shane sank back down onto the couch, knuckling at his eyes which were watering for some reason. He adjusted himself in his pants, horrified that he had gotten hard from Ilya’s mouth and hands on him. He wasn’t. He couldn’t. Just no. He’d just not been touched in so long that anything would have made him hard. That was all. That was all. He would call Allie tomorrow and ask her out. He’d have the same reaction with her.
He stood slowly and went to lock the door. He saw his phone and grabbed it, opening the website. Sure enough, there was his information that he clearly had typed in. He bit his lip and added a large tip to the amount he had already paid. He felt bad that the man had come all this way, although to be fair, he could have lived next door for all Shane knew. It didn’t matter. Shane had wasted his time. He felt bad.
He went upstairs and stripped, taking a long shower, trying not to think of how those lips had felt on his neck. No. He couldn’t be. He would have known. Wouldn’t he? He dried off and put on a pair of sweats before he lay down. He would have known right? What about that time at the bar when the man leaned against you and you got all tingly. Or had to think of his eyes to let the girl give you a fucking blowjob. Or the perfectly adequate sex with Allie who was gorgeous. It certainly hadn’t felt like what he’d just felt. His heart was racing, his cock had reacted so fast, his whole body had trembled. Fuck. No. He was just over tired and over stimulated and way too horny. That was all. This was his big break. He couldn't be gay. He wasn’t. He’d seen too many times how gay actors were pigeon holed into roles or just passed over. Just no. He lay on the bed, his eyes closed, trying not to think about anything. When he fell asleep though, all he dreamed about was that cupid bow mouth on his neck and those greenish blue eyes staring at him with that unreadable, almost sad expression in them.