Upstairs, there was nothing more to say. The removal of garments was hasty, the folding of garments ignored.

When Colin was naked, he turned to face Hamilton equally naked but… God. So much hotter than Colin, than any man, could hope to be. Then Hamilton smiled and took Colin’s hand, leading him into the bathroom and turning on the bright lights.

He positioned Colin in front of the mirror and stood behind him, his eyes just visible over Colin’s shoulder as his hands wandered over Colin’s body, his chest, his abs, his thighs, and he felt Hamilton’s massive erection pressing lightly at his butt crack.

“You’re hot,” Hamilton said, and Colin knew it was both what Hamilton really thought, and what he wanted Colin to think. And it was hard to disagree, with Hamilton’s hands touching all his best features – the V at his hips, the tracery of his admittedly merely four-pack, but still. The light golden flaking of blond hairs over his abs and torso, just enough to give extra silky texture to any wandering fingertips but not so much you’d get stuck in it. Hamilton’s fingers were like laser pointers tracing the arc of his pecs, the diagonal of his lats, saying, see, look at that, you’re so fit and hot…

Colin whipped around to face Hamilton, hoping, daring, risking. Did escorts kiss? Had he just blown it?

Hamilton grabbed his head in his big hands and drilled Colin’s eyes with his own diamond-blues. Then he attacked Colin’s mouth with his own, and Colin’s blood pressure soared. The attack was so elegant, like a cobra weaving and striking and weaving again, a bite of Colin’s lower lip, a retreat at his gasp, just enough time to assimilate the pleasure before a bite at his earlobe, then on his neck, right over the jugular vein…

The head of Hamilton’s dick bumped against his, but retreated, the professional keeping a distance between their hips and forcing Colin to focus on what Hamilton was doing with his hands, now wandering along his back, tickling the fine invisible hairs along his spine, making him want to scream. He reached back to grab them, to plant them on his ass…

Hamilton backed away, a devilish smirk on his face. He wagged his finger at Colin wordlessly. Naughty boy.

And of course, naughty boys need to be punished. He put his hands on Colin’s shoulders and pushed ever so gently.

Colin nearly fell to his knees, and regarded his god. You should be a model, or an actor, he wanted to blurt, but what a cliché, right? Even he knew better to say that to a great-looking guy. But it was true in the business – Beauty ruled because you could potentially train Beauty to act, but you could never train an actor of any talent to be beautiful. Hamilton need only walk in the door of an agency to get signed.

Hamilton looked down at him with an unmistakable heat in his eyes. “Your first cock… You ready for it?”

Colin’s breath hitched. Hamilton was turned on!

“Yeah. Am I your first virgin?”

“No, but you’re the best looking one.”

Colin opened his mouth, like a baby bird, and Hamilton gripped the base of his shaft with one hand, putting the other on Colin’s head to keep it still. Then he guided the head over Colin’s lips.

The head was so soft on his lips, and so salty on his tongue. Hamilton pulled it back and Colin wanted to cry like a baby.

“You want more?” he cooed.

“Yes…”

Hamilton repeated the process, each time feeding Colin more, until he reached the back of Colin’s throat and he gagged, panicked.

“That’s natural,” Hamilton said. “Your throat thinks you’re choking on something you ate.”

“It’s right,” Colin said, and Hamilton laughed brightly.

“I’m just going to fuck your mouth. That’s it. Just let it roll over your tongue. Ahh. Roll your lips a little over your teeth.”

“Shit, sorry.”

“Don’t be. All part of learning to suck a dick. No, not that much,” Hamilton chuckled. “Then I get razor burn.”

Colin blushed. He’d puckered his lips all the way over his teeth. Hamilton put the head in his mouth, just a little, in and out by millimeters, until Colin got the hang of it, and his teeth stopped grazing Hamilton’s sensitive hardon.

“Excellent,” Hamilton sighed. “So good. Just keep doing that.”

Colin let Hamilton fall out of his mouth. “I want to deep throat you,” he said, shocking himself with his daring.

“That’s advanced stuff, Colin,” and Colin was shocked to hear his name, his name in the voice of the object of all his desire. “One thing at a time.”

“Okay. So that’s like the parallel parking of oral sex.”

Hamilton’s laugh was huge, startled, vastly amused. “Yeah, that’s about right. Let’s get you in and out of the driveway first.”

Then he pulled Colin up to his feet, and kissed him, hard. It felt… grateful, the kind of kiss someone gives you in thanks. And Colin knew it was for the joke, the laugh.

He started to feel like he was on more solid ground now. Hamilton was the master of sex, and he was giving his expertise to Colin, but Colin could repay him with more than just money – he could make it… fun for Hamilton. Or at least funny. Or at least not feel so much like work.

Colin kissed him back, hard, grabbing Hamilton’s head, experimenting with his tongue, darting it along Hamilton’s own tongue and over his teeth, to see how sharp a tooth felt on sensitive skin. Hamilton’s intake of breath told him he’d hit a G spot of some kind.

Next thing he knew, he was spinning, then bouncing. Hamilton had him down on the bed, on his back, Hamilton’s mass pressing Colin into the mattress. He grabbed Colin’s hands and pinned them out in a T shape, his tongue ravaging Colin’s neck.

The weight of him was so astonishing, so amazing. It didn’t feel like being crushed, at all. It felt like being inside the warmest, safest blanket fort ever built.

Something was cracking inside him, like an egg that needed only a warm and steady light on it to open.

To his horror, he started sobbing. What earthquake inside him had caused this tsunami, this vast and unstoppable wave of feelings?

“I’m sorry,” he blubbered, instinctively wrapping his arms around Hamilton, like a life-preserver.

Hamilton’s head rested on his shoulder, so Colin could cry into it, and he did. Hamilton said nothing, only wrapping his arms under Colin and over his shoulders, holding on tight.

It was that nothing, that silence, that Colin would appreciate the most, on reflection. No “there, there,” no “it’s okay,” none of that fucking bullshit. It wasn’t okay, it was something horrible, to hear a noise in your mind and turn instinctively, and see all the feelings you’d kept out of your line of sight all your life, like beasts clamoring in their pen, sensing a weakness in the fence, demanding release, now, now, now.

He was safe, nobody could see him cry, nobody could judge him for it – Hamilton wasn’t a stranger now, he was the fort, the mountain.

Hamilton even knew when to roll over, when the weight became too much, and pulled Colin over with him, onto his chest.

Colin laughed. “It’s fucking funny.”

“What’s that?” Hamilton said gently.

“I dreamed about the two of us, all slathered in spit and lube and cum. And here I am, covering you in tears and snot instead.”

Hamilton’s laugh vibrated in Colin’s head. “Release is release.”

“All the same,” Colin said, grabbing a corner of the sheet and wiping off Hamilton’s shoulder and chest, then his own face. “Does this happen a lot, guys crying?”

“Sometimes. People think…” He paused, obviously contemplating how best to put it. “People look for an orgasm, when they need a good cry. Or they ask for a slap, or a spanking, because they need to be touched. They want to be tied up because they want to be held. But it’s so much easier to ask a stranger to fuck you than it is to ask one to hold you.”

“Yeah,” Colin agreed after some thought. “You can’t just come out and ask someone to feel for you, with you. It’s all got to have an… intermediary process. ‘Let’s fuck.’ Then you can pretend you’re not needy, just horny, and that’s fine. You’re not a loser if you’re horny.”

Hamilton laughed softly. “You’re not a loser if you’re lonely, either.”

“I guess not. But the whole culture, you know…” He sighed.

“Yeah. I know.”

They lay there for some time. A part of Colin tried to tap him on the shoulder, to remind him, you’re paying for this, he’s an actor. The performance was incredible, Academy Award incredible but this, the cuddling, his hand stroking your hair, the other resting on your hip, it’s intimacy but…

Okay, there was something real in it, he had to admit, however much the majority of his consciousness wanted to deny it. Hamilton liked him. Hamilton might not have had a “good time,” but Colin knew he had to be a better time than a lot of clients.

He wanted to relax into Hamilton, to just… listen to his heartbeat, to feel his heat, to not have to let go or move, ever. But he was sure this must be the point, in this stillness, where Hamilton would say, gee look at the time.

“We’re not on the clock,” Hamilton said as if reading his mind, but really, Colin knew, reading the sudden tension in Colin’s body. “Well, the hotel will make us check out at 11 am, but… until then.”

“Oh, yeah, I need to get home soon, I have an audition in the morning.” He’d simply never thought he might be spending the whole night, and he kicked himself now for having scheduled Hamilton the day before an audition.

“You’re an actor?”

“No. Yeah. Sort of. I just do voiceovers. But it pays the bills. Pretty well, right now.”

“No worries.” Hamilton paused. “Do you want to go on?”

“I…” Colin forced himself to think about it. “No. I want… this. Right now. Just to be here like this. But… I want to do this again. A bunch of times.” He laughed. “I mean, I have an income now, and… I want to learn. How to suck a dick, how to get fucked.”

“How to fuck, too.”

Colin raised an eyebrow. “You get fucked?”

“Not very often. But,” he said slyly, “if I could train someone up to do it right, before they develop any bad habits…”

Colin’s dick stirred at the thought. It had never occurred to him that things could go both ways, that it would even be thinkable with the Golden God.

“Wow. Yeah. Okay. So… I’ll call your office and set up a few dates, like, once a week?”

Hamilton smiled, and said truthfully, “I’d really like that.”