Mason and I are lounging on my couch working on our game when my phone rings on my nightstand. Since no one calls me aside from Rebel, the sound immediately brings a smile to my face.

Mason glances over at me and gives me a knowing look. “Boyfriend?” he asks as I reach for my phone.

My nose scrunches, and I shake my head rapidly. Boyfriend? No, fuck no.

“What’s up, stud?” I answer.

“Hey, babe. Can I come over?” he asks.

“Sorry, I’ve already got a man in my bed at the moment,” I tease, shooting Mason a wink and trying not to laugh at his horrified face.

“Oh, seriously?”  Rebel asks, sounding a bit disappointed.

“Yeah, but not in the way you’re thinking. My...uh...friend, Mason is here.”

It feels weird calling anyone a friend, I’ve spent so much of my life keeping everyone at a minimum fifty-feet distance. But, I can’t deny that the more time Mason and I have spent working together, the more I’ve grown somewhat attached to him as a person. It’s kind of gross. Maybe I need therapy.

“Aw, you have a friend. I love that.”

“Shut up,” I grumble. “Now, what’s up? Is this a booty call or what?”

“No, I have some news.” Rebel sounds nervous, which immediately piques my interest.

“Stop over, Mason and I are almost finished. Maybe the three of us can go grab something for dinner?” Then an idea strikes me, so I slide off the bed and walk toward my living room area so I can lower my voice and Mason won’t hear me. “Actually, this poor dude desperately needs some fun, know anyone you might want to bring along to introduce him to?”

Rebel snorts a laugh, catching my drift instantly. “I’m sure I can rustle someone up. Want to meet somewhere? I can tell you my news later when we’re alone.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s fine.”

We make a plan of where to meet and I hang up.

“That kind of sounded like a boyfriend,” Mason points out as soon as I return to my bed.

“No, just a friend I fuck around with,” I correct. “You up for grabbing something to eat with him? He’s cool, I think you’ll like him.”

“Oh? Um, sure.” Mason pushes his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose.

Mason and I wrap up our work for the day and head over to the bar and grill Rebel suggested, only a few blocks away. Inside, my stomach gives a weird flutter when I spot Rebel next to the bar smiling and talking to Mason’s surprise blind date. He brought Heart, not exactly who I would’ve chosen for shy, nerdy Mason, but he’ll do. There’s no way Mason won’t spring a boner for the tattooed porn star.

Rebel’s eye catches mine, and he straightens up and waves us over.

“Oh my god,” Mason hisses as he grabs my arm. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? I thought you were joking about the porn star thing.”

“Why would I be joking?” I ask. “Wait, I thought porn was so skeevy? How do you even recognize them?” I challenge.

Mason’s cheeks burn bright red, and he glances around like he’s trying to find an escape route.

“Oh my god, I’m a living male; of course, I watch porn.”

“If you can watch porn, you can hang out with porn stars. Don’t be a snob.” I put an arm over his shoulders and steer him in Rebel and Heart’s direction.

“Hey,” Rebel reaches for me, before catching himself and shoving his hands into his pockets. The gesture somehow makes me both happy and twitchy.

I introduce Mason, and I notice the blush in his cheeks deepening when Heart gives him a friendly smile and holds out his hand to shake. I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing at his discomfort, and Rebel shoots me a wink like we’re sharing some sort of inside joke.

The hostess comes over to take us to a table, and Rebel’s hand finds the small of my back, and a shiver runs up my spine. I want to drag Rebel to the bathroom and suck his dick. Or force him out to the car to fuck me in the backseat. Hell, I’ll take a handjob under the table.

“By the way, after we’re finished here, I’m having your ass for dessert,” he whispers in my ear, and my cock pulses in the confines of my jeans.

Mason is quiet during dinner, only talking when Rebel or Heart ask him a question. I start to feel kind of bad for springing a sort of blind date on him without telling him. Maybe he isn’t ready to date again after his break-up. Or maybe he was serious when he said he wasn’t into casual sex. Whatever the case, I owe him an apology when I get him alone. Heart seems like a cool guy, though. He spends the meal telling jokes and stories, flirting with our waiter, and basically entertaining anyone within a ten-foot radius of our table.

And Rebel is practically glowing over whatever his news is. He tends to smile a lot in general, but tonight, it’s like happiness and light is pouring from him. He keeps touching me under the table. They’re innocent touches, a brush to the knee or forearm, but they’re making me so hard I’m about to go insane.

By the time we’re finished eating, my sole focus is making our exit so I can be alone with Rebel.

“You don’t live far from here, right Mason?” I check as we pay and start heading toward the door.

“Only a few blocks east, I won’t have a problem getting home,” Mason assures me.

“Oh hey, I live over that way too. Mind if I walk with you?” Heart asks, and Mason looks startled.

“Um...yeah...I mean, if you live that way anyway, I can’t really stop you.” Mason laughs with obvious discomfort.

“Cool. Catch you later, Rebel,” Heart says, clasping hands with Rebel and then giving him a pat on the back.

Outside, I climb into Rebel’s car.

“Think we made a love match?” he asks, glancing one last time at Mason and Heart’s retreating forms.

“I’ll be happy with a lust connection. Poor Mason needs it.”

“Yeah, Heart obviously isn’t lacking in the sex department, but I get the feeling he could use a friend, so hopefully they’ll both find what they need.”

“All right, let’s stop worrying about our friends’ sex lives and get back to focusing on our own,” I suggest.

“Good thinking.” Rebel pulls out of the parking space, and we drive the short distance to my place.

As soon as we’re back at my apartment, Rebel is all over me with his hands and mouth. His fingers thread through my hair, and he tilts my head, forcing his tongue into my mouth with a filthy moan. With greedy hands, I reach for the button on his jeans, but he slaps me away and then shoves me down onto my bed.

“I told you, I want my tongue in that ass.”

My hole flutters, and my cock throbs as a groan escapes my lips. I tug my shirt off while Rebel rids me of my jeans. My breath catches as his hungry gaze roams over my naked body, his eyes half-lidded and his tongue running along his plump bottom lip.

“Flip over, baby,” Rebel commands, and I waste no time obeying.

I settle onto the mattress, folding my arms around a pillow and spreading my legs enough for Rebel to crawl between them. A shiver of anticipation runs up my spine as I feel the bed dip.

Obviously, I’ve been rimmed before. But ever since Rebel told me that rimming is his favorite thing to do and the filthy way he described it, let’s just say I’ve been looking forward to experiencing it first-hand.

Rebel’s big hands rest on my ass, kneading and spreading my cheeks. I shiver as cool air hits my hole. My pucker twitches at the sensation, and Rebel lets out an appreciative moan.

One of his hands disappears, and I hear the sound of sloppy sucking. Seconds later, Rebel is running a damp finger down my crack, brushing briefly over my hole and making me squirm. I press up slightly on my knees, seeking more friction, and Rebel’s palm comes down hard against my ass.

“You know you have a fantastic bubble butt?” Rebel comments. “It has such a nice jiggle. And when I’m fucking you...ungh, so perfect.”

The rough pad of his finger traces my rim slowly, maddeningly. I flex my hips, dragging my leaking cock against my cool sheets. Rebel abandons my rim, and his finger wanders over my taint and then teases just behind my balls, already high and aching.

“Please,” I gasp.

Rebel grabs my hips and tugs them up until I’m up on my knees, my face still on my pillow. And then his hot breath ghosts along my hole, and my cock pulses, already missing the friction from the bed.

The tip of Rebel’s tongue taps against my tight pucker, and I groan into the pillow. My skin tingles, and heat radiates from my balls to the pit of my stomach. I want to feel Rebel’s monster cock stretching me. But I also really want his tongue licking and fucking me.

“Oh my god, you know what would be hot?” I blurt.

“Huh?”

“A dildo mold of your cock, then you could fuck me with it while you rim me.”

Rebel pauses for a second and then lets out a little huff of a laugh, tickling all of my sensitive nerve endings. “You are one kinky fucker. That must be why we’re so good together.”

Then he dives back in, this time dragging the whole flat of his tongue from my balls to my hole. He licks and nibbles around my rim, and my ass clenches, desperate to be filled. My cock drips steadily, pre-cum pooling on the sheets beneath me. Rebel taps at my entrance with his tongue again, but this time when I soften for him, he shoves inside.

“Holy fuck,” I moan, clenching my fists around the pillow.

His tongue plunges in and out, eating my ass like it’s his favorite dessert. When his large hand wraps around my cock, I can’t breathe. The pleasure is so close to the surface, a single movement would shatter me. Rebel moans and licks deeper inside me as he jerks me hard and fast.

“Oh Jesus, so good,” I gasp. “I’m going to...oh, fuck.”

My ass clenches down hard around Rebel’s tongue, and my balls draw up. I scream Rebel’s name over and over into my pillow, and not just his porn name, a few Hendrix’s slip out as well. My legs give out as the last of my pleasure leaks onto the sheets, and I collapse into my wet spot.

Rebel climbs onto the bed beside me and pulls me into his arms. The dude really loves to snuggle, and I guess if I’m being honest, I don’t hate it.

“God, that was good,” I hum against Rebel’s neck.

My whole body feels warm and tingly as I wiggle closer. I sigh in contentment and absentmindedly run my fingers along the exposed skin on Rebel’s stomach, where his shirt is just riding up. His scent surrounds me and beckons me to nap curled up against him. That jolts me out of my post orgasm haze like a cold slap.

“Oh, hey, what was your big news you were all excited about?” I ask, grappling for something to ground my emotions that are too big right now.

I watch as a smile slowly spreads over Rebel’s lips. His arm tightens around me, and his fingers trace small circles on my hip.

“I quit porn.”

“What?” I shout, bolting up and examining Rebel’s face, expecting him to start laughing any second before yelling gotcha. “You did not quit porn. Tell me you’re joking.”

He looks back at me with a surprised expression, like he doesn’t understand my reaction, and then a resigned sadness settles into his eyes. “I didn’t quit quit, but I won’t be doing scenes anymore. I’m moving to behind the camera.”

My stomach clenches, and I struggle to untangle myself from the sheets as I scramble out of bed.

“What the actual fuck, Rebel? Or...fuck...are you even Rebel anymore? Do I have to call you Hendrix now?” I ask as I pace by the foot of the bed in all my naked glory. I’m sure I look insane right now, but I feel a little crazy, so I guess it fits.

“You’ve called me Hendrix before,” he pipes in quietly.

I stop in my tracks and spin to face Rebel. “Is that what this is about?” My heart beats wildly in my chest like a bird in a too small cage. “Is this some sort of gesture? We agreed this wasn’t serious. The first time we fucked around, we both said we weren’t looking for anything serious. I thought we were on the same page.”

Rebel runs a hand through his wild hair and shakes his head at me. “I don’t think I ever said I wasn’t looking for serious. I said I didn’t think I’d ever find someone who’d be cool with my job, and that I was capable of casual. I didn’t expect—”

“Nope, no, uh-uh.” I hold my hands up and shake my head, rapidly backing away. “I can’t do this. It’s too much, I just...can’t.”

I grab the first pair of pants and shirt I find and tug them on, avoiding looking over at Rebel. I can’t bear to see his emotions written all over his face. None of this is how it’s supposed to be. Anyway, whatever he thinks he’s feeling for me won’t last. I’ll disappoint him, I’ll drive him away, I’ll do whatever it is I do that makes me unlovable.

As soon as I’m dressed, I’m out the door without a backward glance or a second thought to the fact that I’m leaving Rebel alone at my apartment.