An imitation of life by Karma Eastwick

Author:Karma Eastwick [Eastwick, Karma]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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“Sticking us together, Reed…us…us sticking together…”

“Mars, Mars? Wake up, man.” Fingers closed around one of my shoulders and shook me. “Yes, it’s me, buddy, wake up. Wake up…”

“Huh? What?” My eyelids came open and I found Reed sitting 110

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on my mattress next to me. His long hair, mussed from slumber, hung in his forehead and around his neck, and I also couldn’t help but notice the luscious hair covering his bare torso. “What did you say?”

He chuckled. “Wow, that must have been some fuckin’ dream.”

“A fuckin’ what?” Oh my God, he had hit the target, I decided, when recollections of the wickedly wild “fucking dream” rushed through my brain. And as I moved to sit up, I realized that a sticky, warm by-product of that dream had temporarily glued the bed sheet to my belly. “A dream? Oh, yeah, sorry if I woke you.”

“You didn’t. What were you dreaming about anyway?

Something that had to do with me, I know.”

“Why? D-did I say anything specific?”

“You were mumbling something about actors…about getting rid of all the other actors. Then saying how I was right, perfect for something, and that we actors needed to stick together.”

“Oh, oh, yeah…it was about work and…hey, did you get a call from your agent yesterday?”

“He phoned just before I went into hair and make-up. That’s why I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been on pins and needles to talk to you. I got home a little while ago, and almost woke you purposely. Then I decided against it. But the moment I got into bed, I started tossing and turning. When I heard you mumbling, I thought you were on the phone or something and got up to check.”

I looked toward my closed drapes, detecting only blackness through the chinks in the material. “What time is it anyway?”

“Time for you to get your ass out of bed and fill me in on what the hell is going on. Tomorrow—I mean, today—is Saturday, and you don’t have to work, do you?”

“No, but you do.”

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“A matinee, as always. But fuck it, this is more important.” He climbed to his feet and padded toward the door. My gaze instantly swept over his muscular back, beefy thighs, and the firm bubble butt clearly outlined beneath a pair of tight white underwear with the Macho brand logo on the waistband. Too fucking appropriate for Reed, I decided. “Now, come on, get up.”

More memories of the dream came rushing back to me. They needled me to say something filthy and flirtatious such as, “Crawl into my bed and let me show you how to get something else up,”

but I stopped myself.

“Want some coffee?” he asked.

“Ah, yeah, give me a second and I’ll be right out.”

He turned at the door and gave me a rather foxy look. When his glance traveled from my face, over my chest, then toward where the bed sheet covered my belly—the damp bed sheet and my sticky belly—a sexy dimple cut into his cheek as he grinned.

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