After one of his fans committed suicide, John lost everything: lover, confidence, drive. When he’s given a chance to get back on his feet, he’s happy to take it -- even if it's just writing an actor's biography. It might not be romance, or even fiction, but it's something, and there are worse people to work for than the charming, successful Parker Chase.<br><br>That doesn't mean working for Parker is easy, however. A staunch supporter of living for the moment, Parker goes against everything John believes in. He feels out of place in every moment of Parker's Hollywood life, stuck in a game of wits that at times seems almost contrived.

The Chase and the Catch

John barely heard the voice, but he felt Parker’s hand on him. His own hand dropped away, his hips snapped toward the touch, and John shouted a “fuck” as Parker’s cock seemed to find depth it hadn’t already found. John lifted his head and watched Parker stroke and fuck him, Parker’s palm in perfect timing with penetration. “Oh, Jesus…” John laid his head back, lifted it, and laid it back again. Good…it was very good. So weird how somebody else’s hand always felt different—albeit either different-awesome or different-horrible—but John was not complaining about this particular one. Hell, no. This was…this was exciting. And fun. He had to lift his head to watch again. Yes, this was what everybody else had been doing all this time and how in the hell had he ever thought that it was a bad thing?


Parker smiled a pleased but not quite cocky smile and squeezed John’s cock. “Can you cum with me?”


“Yes…” John barely spoke the word; it came out as soft as a murmured prayer.


Chapter 41