In the weeks that followed I saw little of David, his filming schedule and mine were not in sync. I wasn't quite comfortable with just ringing him up and asking him out, so when it came time to shoot some scenes on location with him I was revved up and ready to go. As we loaded onto the bus to go to the location I beat Mollie out in sitting next to him only by a hair, she glared my way and instead settled for sitting right in front us.
David looked exhausted; I wondered how hard the director had been working him. After a few minutes the sunlight coming through the bus window made him drowsy. At first he slept with his face against the side of the bus, then he turned putting his head on my shoulder and his hand resting on my thigh. I circled his shoulders with my arm pulling him a bit closer, enjoying the experience.
Mollie turned around, "isn't that precious?" she laughed.
"You're just jealous." I replied.
"Aren't I though?" she admitted, "but the minute he wakes up, it's on. We're going to be on location for a week. I wager he'll be in my bed before three days are up."
At the hotel Phil was fuming. We had booked the correct amount of rooms but the front desk insisted we hadn't, so we were short. He ranted and raved but the blank faced desk clerk just kept repeating that they were booked up. Finally he gave up and turned to us, "Looks like we're going to have to double up, any volunteers?"
Mollie stepped up, "I'll share with David."
David, who until that declaration was still half asleep, snapped awake and looked at her in horror, I'm sure his mind racing with all the ways she could make this week hell for him.
He was saved by Phil, "I'm sure your husband would love that," he looked at us and started pairing up the people of the same gender, and handing them keys. Luckily since David was nearby and we got paired up.
David took his key and bag and went up to the room. When the lobby cleared it was just Mollie and I left, "You lucked out, big boy," she hissed, "but that doesn't mean you win. I still have some tricks up my sleeve."
When I got to the room David was stretched out on one of the beds, his jacket still on, and his eyes fully open staring at the ceiling.
I took a seat on the other bed, "you OK?"
He turned on his side propping his head on his hand, to look at me, "I am just not sure about these sleeping arrangements."
"You don't have to worry I'm not going to creep into your bed and take you by force in the middle of the night, that's not my style," I assured him, "if or when you ever decide you want me to follow up on my offer, then and only then I will make love to you. Until then, it'll be hands off, I promise. You're not that irresistible, I think I can manage."
"It's not you that's the problem," he rolled over on his back again, and was silent for a while, "on the bus I wasn't asleep when I laid against you, I did that on purpose and when Phil started handing out room assignments I made sure I was next to you."
"Oh, David," I sighed, moving to sitting next to him on his bed.
"Now that we're here, alone, I am petrified. I don't know if I can do this."
"You don't have to do anything," I assured him.
He sat up and looked me in the eyes, "Do you and Mollie really have a bet as to who can sleep with me first?"
"Who told you?" I asked, suddenly ashamed of myself.
"Who do you think?" he countered.
"Mollie and since you were really awake on the bus, you heard us discussing it."
"You got it," he looked away, "I don't like being a prize, John. If you tell me all this seduction you've been laying on me is to win a bet..."
"It's not!" I protested, "I'm not the one who put that down, it was Mollie. I genuinely feel for you David."
"But what is it really you feel?" he asked, standing up. He opened the door of the hotel room, stepped into the hallway, and then turned back "when you're ready to start being honest with me, let me know."
After the day's shooting we all met at the hotel's bar, since we had rooms to stumble back to the group seemed to collectively make the decision to get as drunk as possible. Mollie managed to sit right next to David and the more cheap red wine she poured into herself the more buttons on her blouse got undone. As for David, he nursed one beer all night while the rest of us drank like rationing was going to start the next day.
By the time we closed the bar down, I was having a hard time with my balance and had to lean on David to remain upright. Once we got back to our room, he put me on the bed, took my shoes and shirt off and pulled the covers over me.
"Thanks mommy," I joked, finding myself massively humourous.
"I doubt your mommy would be thinking these thoughts," he laughed.
"What thoughts are those?" I challenged.
"Nothing you could follow up on right now, go to sleep."
I closed my eyes but the room dipped and swayed, I opened them to see David watching me, "are you going to be sick?" he asked.
"Are you going to stare at me all night?" I groused.
"Maybe."
I closed my eyes again and I guess I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up some time later, the sun was poking holes in my brain. On the nightstand next to my bed was a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin, along with some pink stomach medicine. I made use of them all and then looked over at David's sleeping form. He was on his side, holding a pillow in his arms, mouth slightly open, and completely dead to the world.
His eyes were his most striking feature but even with them closed he was very good looking. The freckles that dotted his nose and cheeks keep him from being classically handsome but I found them quite endearing. I sat on the edge of his bed and brushed a lock of hair out of his face, which instantly woke him up.
"It's alive," he announced, sitting up.
"Barely," I groaned.
"I'm not surprised, I have never seen any one do that many shots of tequila before."
"Tequila? I drank tequila?"
"That and pretty much everything else you could get your hands on," he yawned, and glanced at the clock, "it's early yet. Good thing we have a later start, you look awful."
"You look wonderful."
"Yeah, I'm sure," he replied, running his hands through his hair, and stretching.
"You really do, you look good enough to eat."
"I'm not on the menu."
"You should be, I bet you're delicious," I ran my hands over his chest and then slid them under his t-shirt, to touch his skin. His breath caught in his throat as I touched his nipples and pinched them gently in my fingers. When he made no move to stop me, I moved my hands lower, untied the string of his sweat pants, and cupped him. He grew hard as I stroked him, and I thought I was home free.
After a few minutes, he grabbed my hands, pulling them off of him, "I can't do this."
"You don't have to do anything. You just relax, I'll do it all." I swung my knees on either side of his, careful not to put my weight on him, put my hands on the small of his back and gently lifted his hips up as I slid his sweat pants to his ankles. Then I laid him down, putting an extra pillow behind his head so he could watch, and took him into my mouth.
Due to his size I had a hard time getting all of him into my mouth, but I gave it my best shot. On an upstroke I stole a glance at him, his eyes were wide but unseeing, and he clasped the sheets on the bed so hard his knuckles were white. I put my hands over his, stroking his skin until he relaxed his grip, and looked down at me. I could see the emotions play on his face, he was obviously turned on but there was also fear in his eyes.
I stopped and sat back up for a moment, "it's OK, David. Just let me pleasure you, I promise you'll be fine."
He nodded slightly and closed his eyes, so I went back to work. He was so quiet it was unnerving; the only sound was his breathing and the slight creaking of the bedsprings, caused by my actions. When I felt him grow bigger, I opened my throat, taking him all the way in. He tensed up and then came into me. After the last spasm ended I let him go and moved up next to him on the bed. When I touched his face he opened his eyes looking into mine, but remained mute.
"Are you going to say anything?" I finally asked.
His voice was totally flat; "I really should take a shower." He extracted himself from my embrace, pulled his pants up and got off the bed. He turned to go towards the bathroom, moving as if he was in a trance.
"Was it really that bad?" I called to his retreating form.
He stopped and turned back towards me with a look of complete despair in his eyes, "on the contrary, it was very good. In fact, was wonderful." With that he went into the bathroom, and locked the door.
David seemed determined to take a shower until all the hot water was gone, so tidied up as much as I could in the basin in the hallway, threw some clean clothes and went down to the restaurant for breakfast.
Since I wasn't the only one who over indulged the night before there were a lot of green faces and pinched expressions in our group. Mollie looked worse than the rest, but she managed a finger wave in my direction. I helped myself to the buffet and sat down opposite her.
"How can you eat?" she groaned, holding on to a cup of milky tea.
"I'm ravenous," I replied, taking a huge bite of a crumpet.
"I hate you," she sighed, and then she straightened up, "so how'd it go with our boy? Did you win the bet yet?"
"Not yet," I answered, after all it was the truth, I didn't actually sleep with him, or really have sex in the classic definition of the term.
"Not even first base?" When I said nothing, she smiled, "OK first base then? Well, I've been there too, so that's not a point for you. How about second base?"
"Drop it Mollie," I warned, aware that other eyes and ears were tuning us in.
