Heights 6

It took about fifteen minutes to drag Shane from the car, to the elevator, up to his room. By this time he was barely lucid, almost on the verge of passing out. Afterwards, Dylan and I went back to the elevator and went up to my floor.

“Sorry `bout all that,” Dylan said. Disappointment and anger were tightly stretched across his perfect face. “That dude can be a fuckin’ dick most of the time.”

“It’s not your fault,” I replied.

The elevator doors opened at our floor and we stepped out. “Is it okay if I come hang out in your room for a while?” Dylan asked. 

A part of me was torn. I did want to spend time with Dylan, but at the same time I was still thinking of some of the things Shane had said in the car. I wanted to be able to just dismiss Shane as a stupid liar, but at the same time, a lot of the things he said about him and Dylan did sound real. Dylan must’ve seen the uncertainty on my face because he said, “I’ll just check up with you tomorrow.”

He was about to walk ahead toward his room at the end of the hall, but I grabbed his hand. “No. I mean, yeah, he can chill for a while if you want.”

Dylan kissed me, slow and gentle. My knees buckled. “Yeah, I want,” he said, his cool breath caressing my face. He kissed the back of my neck and pressed his crotch against my ass as I unlocked the door. My dick hardened in seconds and I had to use all my concentration skills to just turn a key into the lock.

We entered my apartment, making our way through the darkness to my bedroom, hearts beating, and dicks hard, touching each other the whole way. Once we were in my bedroom, I turned on the lamp beside my bed, just so that we could see a little and sat on the mattress, feeling more nervous around Dylan than I had felt in a long time. Dylan closed the door to my room, his eyes on me, passionate, filled with an animalistic lust that made me sweat just by looking at him. My cock throbbed wildly in my jeans and I was dying for him to yank it out, for him to take complete control of me.

“Take off your clothes,” Dylan whispered, taking off his own shirt, revealing his hard, muscular chest. He kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. I pulled my shirt off, slowly, starting to feel a bit self-conscious and scared. I don’t know why I was scared, but I couldn’t get my heartbeat to slow down. Dylan stepped out of his jeans. He was still wearing the tiny pair of underwear briefs we modeled during our photo shoot. His erection was long and thick, pointing directly toward me. He crawled on the bed beside me, close enough for me to feel the heat emanating from his body. “Don’t be nervous,” he said. I nodded, but I couldn’t breathe.

Dylan leaned in and kissed me, his hands rubbing my chest gently at first and then increasingly rougher, squeezing my nipples hard, all the while brushing his tongue against mine. His mouth tasted sweet and tangy, his lips soft and moist. I lost my breath with each kiss. “Touch me,” he whispered in my ear. Even though I had no problem touching him in the dressing room after our photo shoot, I felt really timid touching him in the privacy of my own bedroom. Dylan squeezed my dick through my jeans. He sucked my bottom lip as he pulled down my zipper. 

I grabbed the waistband of his underwear with both hands and slowly pulled them down over the sharp curve of Dylan’s amazingly round, tight ass. As I pushed his briefs further down his jeans, feeling the hard poke of his huge dick against me, I suddenly thought of what Shane had said earlier in the car, about Dylan fucking him after only the second night. I did my best to shove the thought out of my head and concentrate on what and who I was doing. Dylan was kissing my neck and pinching my nipples. I took his thick, throbbing dick in my hand and began to stroke it softly at first and then increasingly faster and rougher. Dylan groaned in my ear and nibbled on my earlobe. 

“What do you want me to do to you?” Dylan asked softly, his hand reaching into my underwear, squeezing my dick, cupping my nut sack, reaching behind to feel my ass. He kissed me again before I could answer, and in one tug, my underwear was around my ankles, my dick finally free, springing upward. 

“Anything you want to,” I replied, my heart pounding, breathing hard, my dick so stiff it hurt. I lay flat on my back on my bed, legs stretched out and apart, dick standing straight up. Dylan got onto his knees and began to admire my body with his eyes and hands, seeing and touching me everywhere.

“You’re beautiful,” Dylan said, “you know that?”

“Not as much as you are,” I responded. 

Dylan smiled, leaned over me and began licking my nipples. It felt like an electric shock had gone through me because my body wouldn’t stop convulsing. Dylan licked his way down my chest, toward my stomach, licking in soft circles around my navel. I arched my back, lifting my ass off the mattress, my mouth open in a silent moan. Dylan continued downward, his chin brushing over my pubes. His mouth was about to connect with my cock, when I heard myself ask, out of nowhere, “Did you really have sex with Shane?”

I thought I had buried the question way in the back of my mind, but obviously it had charged back to the front. Dylan let go of me and pulled back. “What?” he asked, sounding both shocked and annoyed.

I was going to say “Nothing, never mind,” but I really wanted to know. But instead I said, “What Shane said in the car, about the two of you, is it true?”

Dylan looked at me as if he couldn’t believe I was asking him that. He also looked lost for words, which is something I hadn’t seen from him before. “Where did this come from?” I could see his dick was starting to soften. So was mine actually. The mood had officially been murdered.

“I’m sorry,” I told him. “I didn’t mean to bring it up right now.”

Dylan’s jaw clenched and he averted his eyes away from me. I could tell that he was trying not to look upset but it really wasn’t working. “I told you not to listen to anything that dumb fuck says. He’s just a fucking alcoholic that doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.”

“But is it true?” I asked. “Did you have sex with him when he first came to the agency?”

“He was different when I first met him,” Dylan responded. “And then he turned out to be something else altogether.”

He still wasn’t directly answering my question, which made me believe that obviously, the answer was yes Dylan did have sex with Shane. I was about to ask him another question, but decided not to.

“What time is it?” Dylan said, looking at the clock beside my bed. “It’s late. I’m going to go back to my room.”

“Dylan, don’t go. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have even said anything.”

Hopping off my bed and putting on his underwear, Dylan said, “No big deal. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

Dylan looked at me. “I’m not mad at you, Josh. Don’t worry about it.” He finished putting on his jeans and shirt. I suddenly felt self-conscious again, being the only naked one in the room. “See you later,” he said, and left.

When I heard the front door open and shut, my stomach felt like it had melted. Why the hell did I have to open my mouth and bring that up right when we were finally about to have sex? The answer came to me. I asked him because a big part of me was afraid to have sex with Dylan. Shane might have been a lot of things, and he might even lie about a lot of things, but I really doubted that he was lying about fucking Dylan. As much I was attracted to Dylan, I didn’t want to be just another notch for him. And there was still Bryan…

I got my cell phone from my jeans which were still on the floor and dialed Bryan’s number. If he answered the phone I didn’t know what I was going to say to him. I hadn’t figured it out yet. The phone rang over half a dozen times before the voicemail picked up.
“…It’s Bryan, not here to take your call right now…”

Either Bryan was busy or he just wasn’t answering the phone. If he was busy, what was he doing? Was he with someone else? Did he move on to someone else that quickly already? And then I thought about it more. I had already moved on to someone else that quickly, why not Bryan? I ended the call, tossed my cell phone on the floor, and rolled back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, with a limp dick and Dylan’s scent all over me. 

I kept thinking what a dumb mistake I made, opening my mouth when I did. But then, at the same time, maybe it had been smart of me. Maybe it was best to know the truth about him before I did something I would regret later. Although I really liked Dylan, I didn’t like him enough to be used by him. If I really wanted to know more, I would have to ask Shane in the morning, when he wasn’t so drunk, and hopefully he would tell me the whole truth, or at least most of it.

* * *

I didn’t get that much sleep that night, perhaps three hours or so, thinking about Dylan, Bryan, and what I was really doing at this place. Around nine o’ clock I got out of bed and showered. Even after, I could still smell Dylan on me. I wondered if he had been awake at all thinking about me, or if he just didn’t care at all. 

I waited until around one in the afternoon before I went to see Shane. He was still probably hung over, but I guessed that he should at least be awake by now. I went to his floor and walked down the long, surprisingly quiet hallway to his apartment. I knocked on the door about three times, each time louder than the last. Maybe he was still sleep after all. I was about to turn and return back to my room, when the door finally opened, and Shane appeared, completely naked in the doorway, his large, semi-hard dick swaying. I don’t know who he was expecting, but it obviously wasn’t me.

“What do you want?” Shane asked his voice caked with sleep and irritation.

I tried to keep my eyes off his dick. “Uh…can I just talk to you for a minute?”

Shane looked at me suspiciously. “About what?”

“About last night.”

Shane squinted at me for a second and then snickered. “I was drunk as fuck, don’t worry about what I did or said.”

“Was it true though, what you said, about you and Dylan?”

Shane laughed and crossed his muscular arms over his chest. His dick still wasn’t completely soft. “Get over it, dude. You’re not going to have him like that.”

I don’t know why I was caught off guard by what he said but I was. “Huh?”

“You’re not the first person to come into this agency and get all the attention from him and you won’t be the last,” Shane said with a smug smile. “So don’t go thinking he’s going to fall in love with you, `cause he’s not.” Shane saw the anger and disappointment on my face and it only made him smile brighter. “That’s the way things work in the real world, dude. You don’t always get what you want, and there ain’t no fuckin’ happy endings either.”

“He said I was…”

“He said you were ‘special’,” Shane said, that sadistic grin still spread over his handsome face. “He said you were going to be ‘star’. He said that to me, and he said to Jim and Bill, and Bob and whoever the fuck wanted to hear that shit, because he knows what you want to hear. And the only reason he’s spent so much time with you is because you have that whole ‘virgin innocent boy’ thing going on. It’s not because you’re special.”

I wanted to punch him in the face and erase that smile off his mouth. But I didn’t. “When was the last time you were with him?” I asked, bracing myself for the answer.

Shane’s forehead creased as though he didn’t understand the question. “Dylan? We’re together everyday.”

“That’s not what I mean. I mean what’s the last time you had sex.”

Shane chuckled again. “What time is it?” he questioned.

“Almost one thirty.”

Nodding his head, Shane said. “three o’ clock.”

Stupid me, I didn’t understand the meaning of that at first and then I got it. Dylan left my room at about two o clock earlier that morning, perhaps a little later. Right after he must’ve went to Shane’s apartment. I didn’t want to believe it but it was hard to doubt at the same time.

“Is that all you wanted to know Joshua? Because you woke me up from a really good dream.”

I was lost for words and couldn’t speak. Shane laughed again and said “See you later,” before he closed the door in my face. I don’t remember how long I was standing there, staring at the door, but it must’ve been a long time, I knew. Finally I regained myself and walked toward the elevator, planning on going back to my room, but then once I got into the elevator, decided not to. I needed to go talk to Dylan, and I needed to talk to him now.

To be continued…