A/N: Reviews for sweet Jarrod and gallant Drew, pretty please? :) -DL
Chapter 5
Drew wanted to give Jarrod his bed, but the caterer was having none of it. "I can sleep on your couch," he said. "I don't want you to have to give up your bed for me."
Seeing the mutinous set of that pretty mouth, Drew gave up. "Okay, just let me get you some pillows and blankets," he said, heading for the tiny linen closet next to his bedroom.
He returned carrying a sheet, two blankets, and a pillow. Jarrod had settled on the couch, rather gingerly, but jumped up when he appeared. Drew handed the pile to him. "Here you go."
"Thank you, Drew," Jarrod breathed, clutching the pile to him. "For everything I mean, not just this," he said, nodding at the pile.
"You're welcome. Although letting you sleep on my couch and use my shower in exchange for home-cooked meals...I should be thanking you," he added with a wry smile.
Jarrod giggled, a charming sound that did bad things to him. "You're welcome," he said merrily.
"Would you like to use my shower now? Don't you have to get ready for bed soon?" Drew asked, consulting his wristwatch.
"Yeah. I have to be up by five-thirty to be to work by six," Jarrod replied.
"That's another reason why it's better for you to sleep in your bed and for me to take the couch. That way, I won't have to stumble past you and maybe wake you up as I go out the door."
He had a point. "All right, let me show you the bathroom. You're welcome to put your shampoo and stuff in there. Or use mine, if you want."
He led the way to the bathroom, just down the hall from his bedroom. "I'll leave you to it." he said when he'd opened the door.
"Thank you, Drew. I'll be quick," Jarrod said.
"Take your time." the actor watched him close the door, then sighed and wandered out into the living room. He wasn't going to torture himself by standing there listening to the water being turned on, and imagining a naked Jarrod standing under the spray. His slender body dappled with water droplets, which would run down his skin toward his groin...
He groaned and slapped a hand over his eyes. Idiot! He raged at himself silently. Now his cock was completely hard, and he had to undo his belt and pull the zipper of his jeans down to relieve himself of acute discomfort. He stumbled over to the couch and flopped down on it, pressing a hand to the front of his boxers where his dick was mounded against the cotton. He leaned his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes, wanting to whip it out and jerk off quickly. But he wasn't sure how long Jarrod would be in the shower, and he didn't want him to come out and find Drew pulling his pud on the living room couch. So he willed his erection to subside a bit, knowing that this was going to be a problem for the entire time that Jarrod was staying with him.
He finally managed to get his cock to subside by thinking about his grandmother in the frilly lace nightgown hat she always wore to bed, and he sighed as he managed to zip himself back into his jeans. And just in time, too - a damp Jarrod emerged from the hallway not a moment later, wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt with a picture of a cartoon bunny on the front, and a pair of plaid flannel pajama bottoms. "That's better," he said with a small smile.
Drew saw that he'd washed the make-up off his cheek, and the bruise stood out clearly against his fair skin. He felt another spurt of rage when he saw it, and wished briefly that Steve had shown up at the apartment after all to cause trouble. He would have thoroughly enjoyed pounding him into a pulp. But he didn't let those emotions show on his face. "A good shower always makes you feel better," he remarked aloud.
"Yeah," Jarrod walked over and sat down next to him on the couch, which made his blood pressure go up as lot in a sudden jolt. "I want you to know, Drew," he began seriously, "That I won't get in your way while I'm staying here. If you ever need to bring a girl over, call me and let me know. I'll find someplace else to sleep for the night."
"That's cool, but it won't be a problem anytime soon," Drew replied truthfully. "I've been so busy lately that I don't have time to date. And I've been too tired to even think about just hooking up with somebody for one night, even if I was into that kind of thing."
"Okay, but just the same...if you do decide to bring somebody over, let me know," Jarrod persisted.
"I will, don't worry." Drew promised him. Not that he was going to be doing that, not with the object of his unrequited affection sleeping on his couch only a few steps away from his bedroom...
"If you want to watch TV," Jarrod began, glancing at the set.
"Nah, don't worry about it. Snuggle up and go to bed. I'll read a book," Drew told him. "Unlike many people in Hollywood, not only can I actually read but I enjoy doing it," he added dryly, making Jarrod laugh. "In fact I'm in the middle of a book that I haven't had time to get to in almost a month. It's been driving me crazy. I'll read it in my room and leave you to go to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow morning, Jarrod. And by that, I mean on the movie set, NOT at five-thirty," he went on dryly.
Jarrod giggled again. "Goodnight, Drew. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Thanks again for letting me stay here."
Drew retreated to his bedroom and sprawled on his bed, picking up the book off of the night table. He hadn't been lying when he'd told Jarrod he was in the middle of a good book, but hadn't had the time to read it lately. He ruthlessly forced himself to open it and pay attention to what he was reading, and not think about Jarrod snuggled up all warm and cozy on his couch. No matter how much he might want to go join him under those covers, he wasn't going to do it! He had more control than that! Well, sort of...
When he'd given Jarrod sufficient time to get settled in and go to sleep, Drew put his book down and reached to undo his belt again. He unzipped his jeans, and wriggled out of them. Anticipation filled him as he pushed his boxers down past his thighs, freeing his half-hard cock. He reached out to retrieve the bottle of lube he kept in his nightstand, squirting some into his hand. He closed his eyes as he gripped his cock, and let images of a naked and wet Jarrod in his shower flow over the backs of his eyelids. Almost instantly, his dick sprang to life with a vengeance.
Drew bit his lower lip a little to keep too much sound escaping as he began to jerk off. He didn't want to be too loud and wake Jarrod up. The man needed his sleep right now, after the day he'd had. His hand quickened its pace as he thought of how Jarrod's gorgeous eyes would look all low-lidded and full of desire, and how his fair skin would mantle with blood as he became aroused. Drew groaned deep in his throat, gripping himself more tightly as he felt himself being drawn up toward orgasm. "Jarrod," he husked softly, his head rolling on his pillow. "Ah, God..."
He came in a rush, choking back a wild cry. His body shuddered in pleasure spasm, before settling back on top of his covers as he went limp in the aftermath. He looked down at his won belly, which was dotted with droplets of semen. "Time for a shower," he remarked to himself with a wry smile.
He took a change of clothes into the bathroom with him, walking very quietly so as not to disturb Jarrod on the couch. Scrubbing himself down under the hot spray, he hummed a little under his breath. Despite being a little frustrated about not being able to start something with Jarrod yet, he was happy to have the other man living in his apartment with him. A little selfish part of him was pleased that Jarrod saw him as a savior, while the rest of him was just glad that he was able to help Jarrod when he needed it.
He hopped out of the shower and brushed his teeth, studying his own face in the mirror. Jarrod thought he was handsome. That was a plus. He DID have good cheekbones, and a nice mouth -even if it wasn't as pretty as Jarrod's was - and his eyes were a dark-blue that showed up well on film. His black hair was courtesy of an Irish ancestor or two. Not bad.
He dressed in what he normally wore to bed, which was boxers and not much else. But this time he added a t-shirt as well, for Jarrod's benefit. He started out of the bathroom and down the hall toward his bedroom, but was brought up short by a small sound from the living room. He turned toward it, pausing and listening intently. It came again, and it sounded like a stifled sob.
He padded into the living room softly, seeing Jarrod lying on the couch with his face turned into his pillow. His shoulders were shaking as he wept almost silently. Drew's heart wrung in his chest at the sight. He walked over to the couch and crouched down next to it, reaching out to touch Jarrod's shoulder. The caterer jumped, lifting his tear-stained face.
"I-I'm sorry," he stuttered as he wiped futilely at his face. "Did I disturb you?"
Drew shook his head. He got up and sat down next to Jarrod, reaching out and gathering him into his arms. He cupped the back of his head without saying a word, offering the comfort that Jarrod so clearly needed. At first he was tense and resisting; but suddenly his body went limp, and he sank down onto Drew's shoulder and wept savagely. he held Jarrod close and rocked him, still not saying anything, letting him get it all out.
Finally, after a long time, Jarrod sniffled and turned his head to meet Drew's concerned eyes. "Thank you," he said hoarsely.
"It's no problem. I could see you were hurting," Drew replied simply. "If I were feeling that awful, I'd want somebody to hold ME. Maybe someday you can return the favor," he added with a crooked smile. "Feeling better now?"
"Yeah, I am," Jarrod pulled slowly away, making his arms feel empty an him feel bereft, "I guess I just needed to cry. It's been an awful day," he whispered miserably.
"Understandable," Drew agreed. "Do you think you can sleep now?"
"Oh, definitely. I'm all worn out," Jarrod replied with a watery smile. "Goodnight again, Drew. You've been the best friend that I’ve ever had."
Oh, how he wanted to be so much more than that! But it was enough for now. "Goodnight, Jarrod," he replied, getting to his feet. "Sleep well."
"I think I will now," Jarrod told him, lying back down wearily on the couch. His eyes were already closing. Drew stood and watched them flicker shut, as Jarrod yawned sleepily. Then he left to return to his bedroom alone, and it was the hardest thing that he'd ever had to do in his entire life.
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Chapter 5
Drew wanted to give Jarrod his bed, but the caterer was having none of it. "I can sleep on your couch," he said. "I don't want you to have to give up your bed for me."
Seeing the mutinous set of that pretty mouth, Drew gave up. "Okay, just let me get you some pillows and blankets," he said, heading for the tiny linen closet next to his bedroom.
He returned carrying a sheet, two blankets, and a pillow. Jarrod had settled on the couch, rather gingerly, but jumped up when he appeared. Drew handed the pile to him. "Here you go."
"Thank you, Drew," Jarrod breathed, clutching the pile to him. "For everything I mean, not just this," he said, nodding at the pile.
"You're welcome. Although letting you sleep on my couch and use my shower in exchange for home-cooked meals...I should be thanking you," he added with a wry smile.
Jarrod giggled, a charming sound that did bad things to him. "You're welcome," he said merrily.
"Would you like to use my shower now? Don't you have to get ready for bed soon?" Drew asked, consulting his wristwatch.
"Yeah. I have to be up by five-thirty to be to work by six," Jarrod replied.
"That's another reason why it's better for you to sleep in your bed and for me to take the couch. That way, I won't have to stumble past you and maybe wake you up as I go out the door."
He had a point. "All right, let me show you the bathroom. You're welcome to put your shampoo and stuff in there. Or use mine, if you want."
He led the way to the bathroom, just down the hall from his bedroom. "I'll leave you to it." he said when he'd opened the door.
"Thank you, Drew. I'll be quick," Jarrod said.
"Take your time." the actor watched him close the door, then sighed and wandered out into the living room. He wasn't going to torture himself by standing there listening to the water being turned on, and imagining a naked Jarrod standing under the spray. His slender body dappled with water droplets, which would run down his skin toward his groin...
He groaned and slapped a hand over his eyes. Idiot! He raged at himself silently. Now his cock was completely hard, and he had to undo his belt and pull the zipper of his jeans down to relieve himself of acute discomfort. He stumbled over to the couch and flopped down on it, pressing a hand to the front of his boxers where his dick was mounded against the cotton. He leaned his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes, wanting to whip it out and jerk off quickly. But he wasn't sure how long Jarrod would be in the shower, and he didn't want him to come out and find Drew pulling his pud on the living room couch. So he willed his erection to subside a bit, knowing that this was going to be a problem for the entire time that Jarrod was staying with him.
He finally managed to get his cock to subside by thinking about his grandmother in the frilly lace nightgown hat she always wore to bed, and he sighed as he managed to zip himself back into his jeans. And just in time, too - a damp Jarrod emerged from the hallway not a moment later, wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt with a picture of a cartoon bunny on the front, and a pair of plaid flannel pajama bottoms. "That's better," he said with a small smile.
Drew saw that he'd washed the make-up off his cheek, and the bruise stood out clearly against his fair skin. He felt another spurt of rage when he saw it, and wished briefly that Steve had shown up at the apartment after all to cause trouble. He would have thoroughly enjoyed pounding him into a pulp. But he didn't let those emotions show on his face. "A good shower always makes you feel better," he remarked aloud.
"Yeah," Jarrod walked over and sat down next to him on the couch, which made his blood pressure go up as lot in a sudden jolt. "I want you to know, Drew," he began seriously, "That I won't get in your way while I'm staying here. If you ever need to bring a girl over, call me and let me know. I'll find someplace else to sleep for the night."
"That's cool, but it won't be a problem anytime soon," Drew replied truthfully. "I've been so busy lately that I don't have time to date. And I've been too tired to even think about just hooking up with somebody for one night, even if I was into that kind of thing."
"Okay, but just the same...if you do decide to bring somebody over, let me know," Jarrod persisted.
"I will, don't worry." Drew promised him. Not that he was going to be doing that, not with the object of his unrequited affection sleeping on his couch only a few steps away from his bedroom...
"If you want to watch TV," Jarrod began, glancing at the set.
"Nah, don't worry about it. Snuggle up and go to bed. I'll read a book," Drew told him. "Unlike many people in Hollywood, not only can I actually read but I enjoy doing it," he added dryly, making Jarrod laugh. "In fact I'm in the middle of a book that I haven't had time to get to in almost a month. It's been driving me crazy. I'll read it in my room and leave you to go to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow morning, Jarrod. And by that, I mean on the movie set, NOT at five-thirty," he went on dryly.
Jarrod giggled again. "Goodnight, Drew. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Thanks again for letting me stay here."
Drew retreated to his bedroom and sprawled on his bed, picking up the book off of the night table. He hadn't been lying when he'd told Jarrod he was in the middle of a good book, but hadn't had the time to read it lately. He ruthlessly forced himself to open it and pay attention to what he was reading, and not think about Jarrod snuggled up all warm and cozy on his couch. No matter how much he might want to go join him under those covers, he wasn't going to do it! He had more control than that! Well, sort of...
When he'd given Jarrod sufficient time to get settled in and go to sleep, Drew put his book down and reached to undo his belt again. He unzipped his jeans, and wriggled out of them. Anticipation filled him as he pushed his boxers down past his thighs, freeing his half-hard cock. He reached out to retrieve the bottle of lube he kept in his nightstand, squirting some into his hand. He closed his eyes as he gripped his cock, and let images of a naked and wet Jarrod in his shower flow over the backs of his eyelids. Almost instantly, his dick sprang to life with a vengeance.
Drew bit his lower lip a little to keep too much sound escaping as he began to jerk off. He didn't want to be too loud and wake Jarrod up. The man needed his sleep right now, after the day he'd had. His hand quickened its pace as he thought of how Jarrod's gorgeous eyes would look all low-lidded and full of desire, and how his fair skin would mantle with blood as he became aroused. Drew groaned deep in his throat, gripping himself more tightly as he felt himself being drawn up toward orgasm. "Jarrod," he husked softly, his head rolling on his pillow. "Ah, God..."
He came in a rush, choking back a wild cry. His body shuddered in pleasure spasm, before settling back on top of his covers as he went limp in the aftermath. He looked down at his won belly, which was dotted with droplets of semen. "Time for a shower," he remarked to himself with a wry smile.
He took a change of clothes into the bathroom with him, walking very quietly so as not to disturb Jarrod on the couch. Scrubbing himself down under the hot spray, he hummed a little under his breath. Despite being a little frustrated about not being able to start something with Jarrod yet, he was happy to have the other man living in his apartment with him. A little selfish part of him was pleased that Jarrod saw him as a savior, while the rest of him was just glad that he was able to help Jarrod when he needed it.
He hopped out of the shower and brushed his teeth, studying his own face in the mirror. Jarrod thought he was handsome. That was a plus. He DID have good cheekbones, and a nice mouth -even if it wasn't as pretty as Jarrod's was - and his eyes were a dark-blue that showed up well on film. His black hair was courtesy of an Irish ancestor or two. Not bad.
He dressed in what he normally wore to bed, which was boxers and not much else. But this time he added a t-shirt as well, for Jarrod's benefit. He started out of the bathroom and down the hall toward his bedroom, but was brought up short by a small sound from the living room. He turned toward it, pausing and listening intently. It came again, and it sounded like a stifled sob.
He padded into the living room softly, seeing Jarrod lying on the couch with his face turned into his pillow. His shoulders were shaking as he wept almost silently. Drew's heart wrung in his chest at the sight. He walked over to the couch and crouched down next to it, reaching out to touch Jarrod's shoulder. The caterer jumped, lifting his tear-stained face.
"I-I'm sorry," he stuttered as he wiped futilely at his face. "Did I disturb you?"
Drew shook his head. He got up and sat down next to Jarrod, reaching out and gathering him into his arms. He cupped the back of his head without saying a word, offering the comfort that Jarrod so clearly needed. At first he was tense and resisting; but suddenly his body went limp, and he sank down onto Drew's shoulder and wept savagely. he held Jarrod close and rocked him, still not saying anything, letting him get it all out.
Finally, after a long time, Jarrod sniffled and turned his head to meet Drew's concerned eyes. "Thank you," he said hoarsely.
"It's no problem. I could see you were hurting," Drew replied simply. "If I were feeling that awful, I'd want somebody to hold ME. Maybe someday you can return the favor," he added with a crooked smile. "Feeling better now?"
"Yeah, I am," Jarrod pulled slowly away, making his arms feel empty an him feel bereft, "I guess I just needed to cry. It's been an awful day," he whispered miserably.
"Understandable," Drew agreed. "Do you think you can sleep now?"
"Oh, definitely. I'm all worn out," Jarrod replied with a watery smile. "Goodnight again, Drew. You've been the best friend that I’ve ever had."
Oh, how he wanted to be so much more than that! But it was enough for now. "Goodnight, Jarrod," he replied, getting to his feet. "Sleep well."
"I think I will now," Jarrod told him, lying back down wearily on the couch. His eyes were already closing. Drew stood and watched them flicker shut, as Jarrod yawned sleepily. Then he left to return to his bedroom alone, and it was the hardest thing that he'd ever had to do in his entire life.
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