He shut the bathroom door and blew out his hair, drying it so it didn’t soak the pillowcase and he could deal with it without another shower in the morning. As he stared at his nakedness in the mirror, blowing out his hair, he glanced at the tattoo he had on his pelvis. A lieutenant’s badge, with ‘Billy’ and ‘Forever’ on it. His wedding rings he left here, in his jewelry box, since he was afraid of losing them on the set. Shutting off the blow-dryer, Alex stared into his own eyes. Where do I want to be in five years? Alex imagined movie after movie, maybe winning an Oscar or something. He’d already won an award for his part on Being Screwed. But that was TV. Even when he was being bullied as a kid by his fake dad and twin brothers, he wanted to prove to everyone he’d become something one day. He looked into the guest bedroom. Was Billy holding him back? Or supporting him? Alex shut off the light in the bathroom, turned on a lamp on the nightstand, and crawled naked under the sheet. He held the paperwork for tomorrow’s scenes and began to memorize the new lines. He was overtired. He’d do what he could to memorize them tonight, and the rest, he’d finish in the morning. ~ Billy heard the blow-dryer running in the second bedroom. He assumed Alex was being considerate, thinking he was sleeping, which he was, but he woke when he heard Alex moving around down the hall. After the noise stopped, Billy waited. Alex didn’t come to his bed. Either curious or annoyed, Billy didn’t know what he was feeling. He tossed off the blankets and walked to the guest bedroom, which was lit from within. He stood at the doorway. Alex was sitting up in bed, paperwork in his hand. “Alex?” Alex lowered the papers. “Sorry I woke you.” “Come to bed.” Billy gestured down the hallway. “I want to memorize a little.” “Alex.” Billy put his hands on his hips. “Come to bed.” “Your alarm will wake me up and…” Billy stood beside Alex, tugged the blanket off of him, seeing they were both naked. He picked his husband up in his arms and turned off the lamp before he carried him to his own bed. Alex gave Billy a smirk or…something…and Billy placed Alex on his bed and joined him, cuddling. “I really have to read this.” Alex shook the pages. “I’m not stopping you.” Billy ran his hand down Alex’s skin to his crotch. Alex appeared to be studying the script. Alex, the young man who was in a perpetual state of heat, was not getting hard. Billy knew Alex must be exhausted. Christ, he was gone for sixteen hours. But, Alex? Not get hard? Billy began to inch lower down to suck on his man’s dick. “Billy?” “Mm?” Billy held the base of Alex’s soft dick, about to envelope it. “I need to read this, and then sleep.” Billy paused to think it through. “You don’t want a climax?” “I wish.” Billy emerged from the blankets and leaned on his side. “Seriously?” Alex waved the papers in front of Billy. “I have six scenes tomorrow. Six.” Billy held up his hands in defeat. “Fine.” He gave Alex his back and tried not to take it personally. He heard Alex blow out a loud sigh. “Fine.” “Never mind.” Fuck you. Billy closed his eyes. “Billy…” “I need to sleep.” Billy inched farther away from Alex on the big bed. Alex exhaled loudly and Billy figured he was back to reading his lines. Billy stared at his gun belt which he had draped over a chair. Yes, this was only temporary, and no, he did not want to jerk off. The lamp was lit beside Alex so he could read, but Billy had slept through worse. He’d been in the military before he became a police officer. He tried to relax and closed his eyes. When he did, he thought of Mark. When he thought of Mark, he thought about them fucking. Billy grew excited. Now what? Jerk off beside my husband while thinking about his father? I should have done it earlier. But he figured he’d get off once Alex came home. That wasn’t happening. He turned back to look at Alex. “Maybe you should sleep in the guest room. The light.” Billy pointed to it. Alex stood, turned off the light, and left the room with his papers. No kiss, no hug, no ‘I love you’, nothing. Billy waited for a moment, then grabbed a tissue and the lubrication and shoved the blankets to his thighs. He closed his eyes and relived the sex he had after the SWAT exercise; Mark’s pout, his weak protests, his hard dick, and the heat of his ass when Billy fucked him. Billy bit his lip on his groans and caught the spunk. He inhaled deeply, then cleaned himself up, tossed the tissues on the floor, rolled over, and fell asleep.
