Brewer’s tight ass squeezes around my cock as I bury myself deep, pull out, and do it all over again. He’s sucking my fingers with the same enthusiasm he has when he sucks cock, his spit dripping down into my palm as I push my fingers deep into his mouth.

Brewer whimpers, and his legs start to tremble as I peg his prostate. Pulling my fingers out of his mouth, I wrap my arm around his middle to hold him up.

“Brace your hands against the wall,” I grunt and Brewer immediately obeys.

With plenty of leverage now, I pound him harder and deeper, our panting breaths and groans filling the small space.

“Oh fuck, right there,” Brewer gasps, his body tensing in my arms and his cock swelling in my hand. I stroke him faster until he lets out a strangled cry, and his tight channel clamps down hard around my cock.

I fuck him through his explosion, and then I realize we’re not on camera, and I don’t have to pull out for a nice cum shot.

I growl deep in my throat as I bury my aching length as deep as I can and let go.

“Oh, Jesus,” I gasp as I grind my hips into Brewer’s perky ass, milking every ounce of pleasure out of the experience.

When I’m done, I sag against Brewer, who’s still bracing against the wall. My forehead rests against his back, right between his shoulder blades as I drag in rasping breaths.

“Damn,” Brewer chuckles and then gasps as I release him, and my spent dick slips out of his ass.

I take off the condom and toss it in the trash, and when I turn back, Brewer is already halfway dressed. When he turns to me and smiles, I get the strangest urge to press a quick kiss to his lips. All this fake boyfriend shit must be getting in my head.

I pull my clothes back on quickly, grumbling under my breath when I can’t get my bowtie back on correctly. Brewer steps close and bats my hands away and then takes the red, silky fabric between his fingers and expertly ties it into a perfect bow. He smooths out the front of my shirt once more and looks up at me with a soft smile.

“You clean up pretty nice, grizzly bear.”

“Back at ya, fuckboy,” I respond without my usual venom, and then I do drop that quick kiss against his lips.

Brewer gasps in surprise when my lips meet his with uncharacteristic tenderness. It’s over as quickly as it started. I pull back and spin around to leave the bathroom before I can let this interaction get any further out of hand.

“There you are. We wondered where you two got off to,” Heart says, glancing between me and Brewer with a knowing smirk.

“What can I say, the big man here can’t get enough of my ass.”

“Jesus, Brewer, just because we’re porn stars doesn’t mean everyone wants to hear about our sex life.”

“I totally want to hear about your sex life,” Pixie pipes in.

“Me, too,” Heart adds.

“I could take it or leave it,” Campy says with a smirk.

“As much as I’m sure Tank would love to regale you all with tales of Brewer’s ass—which by the way, almost all of you have had, so I’m not sure where the interest lies—we need to get ready for the photoshoot,” Rebel shoos us all toward the staging area he set up for us to take off our shirts and make sure we’re camera ready.

The line of people waiting to take pictures with us is longer than I expected when we step out into the photo set. As happy as I am to help raise money for breast cancer research, this is going to be a long damn night.

We pose and smile, most of the guys goofing around with the attendees. I’m more than happy to stand and look broody sexy while men and women drape themselves over me and cameras flash.

I glance over at Brewer, who’s completely in his element—charming everyone, laughing, and looking radiant. My heart does something funny, flipping and fluttering. Brewer turns his head, catches my gaze, and shoots me a flirty wink.

“I was so excited when you two announced you were dating. You guys are perfect for each other,” the next woman in line says as she approaches me. “Can I get a picture with both of you?”

“Of course.” I wave Brewer over, and we both put our arms around her and smile for the camera while my mind tries to spin over the fact that everyone seems so sure Brewer and I are perfect together, and I don’t understand what that means.

The next few hours blur together as we take innumerable pictures with more men and women than I would’ve thought could even fit in this huge convention hall. By the time the night is over, I’m ready to keel over from exhaustion.

I glance over at Brewer and realize he looks even worse than I feel. He’s dead on his feet, swaying slightly, dark circles under his eyes. He looks like he hasn’t slept in a week. At least I know he ate tonight, since food was provided earlier in the night.

“Thanks for your help tonight, guys. I’ve never seen such a huge turnout at one of these. I’m sure we blew our fundraising goals out of the water.”

“That’s great news.” I clap Rebel on the back and give Troy a quick side hug.

“Let’s get you home and in bed,” I growl at Brewer with a sexy edge to my voice. His eyes widen in surprise, and I chuckle. “You need to sleep, fuckboy. You’re dead on your feet,” I say more quietly so only he can hear.

“Don’t worry about me,” he bristles.

“No can do, I’m your boyfriend, remember?”

Brewer huffs and shakes his head but doesn’t protest any further as I lead him out the door. The valet brings Brewer’s car around, and I guide him to the passenger side. Again, he doesn’t argue, and I’m starting to wonder if he’s even more tired than he looks.

“Your place or mine?” I joke as I slide into the driver seat.

“I don’t care, anywhere with a bed.” He yawns and leans his head back against the headrest.

“Why haven’t you been sleeping?” I ask, attempting to keep my tone casual.

“Too busy,” Brewer mumbles. “Two jobs and school work, you try to find time to sleep. In fact, I can only afford a few hours before I need to squeeze in studying for a BioChem exam I have this week.”

“Nope, you need sleep,” I say firmly. “I’m taking you to my place and tucking your ass into bed. If I catch you out of bed before nine tomorrow morning, I’ll put you over my knee and spank you.”

“Damn, that’s hot,” Brewer slides a hand down between his legs, and I grumble at the distraction while I’m trying to drive.

“It’s not hot; it’s threatening,” I correct, swatting his hand away from his erection so I can focus on the road.

“Yes, sir,” Brewer teases.

“I really hope you’re joking, because D/s is so not my thing.”

“Yeah, I was kidding. I don’t think I could pull off submissive very well.”

“Good, I don’t want you submissive.” I catch the words as they come out of my mouth and end them on an awkward chuckle. “I mean, not want you...you know what I meant.”

“I know what you meant, teddy bear.” Brewer yawns again and then goes quiet the rest of the drive back to my place. A little snuffly snore every few minutes lets me know he’s fast asleep.

When I find a place to park near my building, I reach over and give Brewer’s shoulder a little shake.

“Hmmm?” he mumbles, curling away from my touch.

“Wake up, dude. It’s time to go upstairs and go to sleep.”

“I am sleeping,” Brewer argues in a thick voice.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter to myself before slamming my door and going around to Brewer’s side of the car so I can carry him up.

It takes some finagling to get my door unlocked while holding Brewer, but I manage it. Shaggy jumps at me, trying to get my attention as I carry Brewer to my room and dump him unceremoniously into my bed and set to work taking off his shoes. Once that’s done, I realize I can’t let him sleep in a tux, so I unbutton his pants and tug them off.

“Are you having your way with me?” he asks sleepily.

“No, fuckboy, I’m getting you comfortable so you can sleep.”

“‘Kay.”

It doesn’t take long to get him down to his boxers and tucked under the covers.

“Sleep well.” I pat his shoulder and turn to leave the room. I can’t say I’m thrilled about sleeping on my small, lumpy couch. But it is what it is.

“Lay down with me?” Brewer asks before I make it to the door.

“Seriously?”

“Please?”

I shrug, not like it matters where I sleep.

“Let me run Shaggy outside and I’ll be right back.”

I make the walk quick, and when I get back I strip unceremoniously, leaving my clothes on the floor before climbing into bed in nothing but my boxers.

“Okay, I’m laying down with you. Now go to sleep.”

“Should we talk about earlier?” Brewer asks, sounding irritatingly awake now that we’re in bed.

“What happened earlier?”

“We fucked.”

“We’ve fucked a few times before that, in case you forgot.”

“Not off camera,” he points out.

“Yeah, well, you said it was a requirement to sign that stupid contract. On camera or off, it was still work. Consider it earning our fat bonuses.”

“Yeah,” Brewer agrees, his voice quiet almost disappointed.

“Go to sleep,” I repeat.

“‘Kay. Night.”