...Jun’s mood seemed to improve. He slung his arm around Jason’s neck as they crossed the street. It was one-thirty in the morning, but Mann’s Chinese Theater was still a typical zoo with tourists, theatergoers and movie star lookalikes swarming the area designated for movie star footprints.
It was eerie seeing a lookalike Jack Sparrow talking to a lookalike Edward Scissorhands. There was an Alice Cooper lookalike with a gigantic boa constrictor slithering around his neck and body.
“Come on.” Jason grabbed Jun’s hand and they shouldered past the throng. The next few blocks were covered with the stars on the Boulevard.
“I’ve never heard of half these people,” Jun said, peering down at them.
Jason knew them all. He loved everything to do with Hollywood, movie stars…talent.
“I love you,” Jun suddenly said and pressed him up against the Hollywood Wax Works window. It was closed now, but Jason was surprised to find his lover hard and so horny.
“Let’s give the tourists a show.”
“We can’t fuck here.”
“Sure we can.” Jun’s eyes bored into his. “I want to fuck your ass.”
Jason heard Jun’s belt buckle jangle and felt his lover’s fingers fumble at his belt, too. Jun was surprisingly forthright tonight.
“The cops are patrolling the streets, remember?”
“Fuck them. This won’t take long.”
Jason was aware of a few people crossing the street. A bus passed them. The falafel stand on the corner was still open, but only the counter guy was there.
Jun dropped to his haunches, sucking Jason’s cock. Jason was petrified of being arrested. Jun never wanted this kind of hot sex at home. Only in public.
Research, he told himself as Jun’s fingers slid up toward his asshole.
Jun suddenly straightened. He turned Jason around. Shit. He knows I love to get fucked like this. Jun’s cock poked at Jason’s ass. Jason braced himself since he hadn’t been prepared. He felt Jun’s fingers moving away.
“I took butter from that club,” Jun said. “I’m buttering you up, baby.”
Butter? He remembered now. They’d ordered a bowl of soup and it came with a rock-hard piece of bread. The soup had been awful and after one sip, they’d sent it back.
Jun slathered the butter on Jason’s ass.
“Fucking hurry, I want you.”
“You’re getting me, bitch.” Jun bit the back of his neck. It was a gesture that always sent shivers down Jason’s spine. Jun entered him so quickly it took Jason’s breath away. He wanted to jerk himself off but Jun was fucking him too hard. He had to brace himself for each thrust.
Jun’s fingers came around him.
Oh, God, a cop car down on Cahuenga!
“Come now, my beautiful whore. Come.” Jun’s voice purred in his ear. Unbelievably, Jason exploded as Jun took off inside him. One stroke of that cock against his prostate and Jason was always a goner.
They had little time to do much else than pull up their pants. They pretended to ogle the window display of Anna Nicole Smith as the cop car slowed to a crawl...