“This body, holy Christ I’ve missed you.” Victor wanted to keep kissing Andy, wanted to keep his mouth on that cock, wanted everything. He settled for a hand wrapped around both of them, his other hand holding himself off the bed. Andy was flat on his back with one hand clutching Victor’s hair and his legs locked around Victor’s thighs. They were both moving, both vocalizing, both out of control. Victor went first, losing his grip, and lunged for Andy’s mouth again.
Andy pulled him tightly against his own body, loving those thrusts and that convulsion, letting it finish him. “God damn.” They breathed together for a minute. “That felt like a fire hose.” Victor snorted, then laughed silently into the side of Andy’s neck. “Happy anniversary, honey.”
Victor lifted his head. “Oh shit, it is, isn’t it?” Seven years from the day they’d met. He kissed Andy again, rubbed his face against the surprisingly-soft beard. “I should send Tanith a thank-you note.”
“I already did. I said, thanks for hiring me to do those pictures for your play way back when, and she wrote back with speaking of pictures I’d like to have a word with you about the stuff you hung in that gallery.” The behind-the-scenes photos at the movie premiere had mostly been of the actors, in rehearsals or on set. The ones that had gone into the gallery show included a lot of photos of the crew. All were flattering, because Andy wasn’t interested in making people look bad, but the collection made it clear how high the stakes were for everyone involved. “And I said now nobody will look at the timeline and say oh they must have thrown that together.” Andy stroked the hair back off Victor’s face. “We seem to be glued to each other.”
“Works for me.” One more kiss, then Victor shifted sideways and onto the bed. ‘Glued to each other’ was a good metaphor, not so great as a practical matter. “So when did you decide to go all Ahab on me?”
Andy snickered. “Well, I didn’t bother shaving for a couple of days, or like four, and then when I saw how grizzled it was coming in I thought, huh.
For the part,” he explained unnecessarily.
“Not going to keep it?”
“I wasn’t planning to, but then I wasn’t expecting you to react like that.”
He was grinning at Victor’s almost-embarrassed expression.
“Who else has seen it?”
“The girls next door. Rory, at our sleepover. And she sent a picture to Dana.” Andy turned onto his side, propped his head on his hand, and gazed at his beautiful husband. “You look fantastic. Having fun?”
“Yeah, we’re having fun.” It was true, and thank God for that. If the shoot hadn’t been fun, being without Andy would have been infuriating.
“This is the silliest thing ever.”
“Hey, you wrote it.” Victor shook his head, smiling. He and his co-stars had written the treatment, not the full screenplay. Andy leaned in to kiss him again. “We’re rehearsing my thing day after tomorrow, shooting day after that, according to the email I got. I get the idea they don’t know I actually know how to drive a boat.”
“Well, it’s not on your resumé.”
“Jeez, maybe it should be. I might consider doing something if I got to be out on the water. Wait, what am I saying, three days from now I’m going to be all, never again.” Victor was laughing. “Speaking of boats, though, I’m taking the parents down to Key West when I go out there. It might be Pop’s last chance. He sounded like shit on the phone. He’s had another mini stroke.”
“Oh, hell.” Victor had been hoping the elder Mr. Martin might make it a little longer. “I’m sorry, honey.”
“Yeah, me too. On the plus side, we’re all saying things we’ve been needing to say, and he’s probably not going to end up like his dad in a nursing home forever.” Andy almost added ‘and we’ll be able to do our things,’ but it sounded really wrong in his head. He hated that he was going to lose his father. He also would have hated having to cancel or postpone –
again – doing things with Victor. They were never going to have enough time to do everything they wanted to do.
Victor might have read his mind. He brushed his knuckles over that mind-blowing beard. “I’m so glad you’re here. We’re on our own for dinner tonight. Jonathan asked if you might want to get together with him and Loretta before you go to Miami.”
“Love to.” Andy leaned in for one more kiss. “I should take Molly for a walk. You want to order for us?” He sat up.
“I’ll do that. Hey.”
“What?”
“I love you.”
Andy smiled. “I love you too.” He swung his legs off the bed and went to get ready to take Molly out. They returned to the room before dinner arrived. After they ate, Andy handed his phone over to Victor. “Rory had a little confession moment while I was over there. It seems she had a crush on me back in the day. Took some pictures.”
“When was this?”
“Twelve years ago.”
“I don’t know if I can take you at forty. You’re killing me right here and now.” Victor opened up the photos and scrolled through them slowly. “Yeah.
Wow. No wonder.”
“No wonder what?”
“No wonder she had a crush on you. Why didn’t everybody?”
“That has always been my question for the universe.” When he got the phone back, Andy looked at the pictures the bartender took downstairs, laughed his ass off, and sent one to Dana and Rory. Their replies made him laugh all over again. Then Victor took the phone away, read the texts, made some threats, and took him back to bed.
During a break in rehearsal the next day, Andy got his phone out for a couple of selfies on the boat. He sent one to his agent
