After many hours of mingling with the elite folk at the snazzy after party, we finally leave for the hotel. It was strange, as I've never been to one before. But he, of course, was wonderful and did his best to make me feel comfortable. And it helped that we spent most of our time with the other cast members. Finally after many congrats to him and many drinks, he whispered in my ear, "let's get out of here."

I nodded enthusiastically. I'd wanted to get him alone all night. And from his earlier actions, I was pretty sure he'd been feeling the same way. Throughout the night his hand rested on my thigh, occasionally sliding further upward in a fashion that would not exactly deemed socially acceptable. Fuck if I cared, I just wanted him touching me.

We climb into the limo and the second the driver closes the door his hands are sliding into my hair and he's pulling me to his lips. I open my mouth gratefully and accept his tongue, sighing into his mouth while running my hands down his back. He undoes another one of my shirt buttons. The bow tie still lay on the seat beside me, victim of our pre-show make-out session.

Which basically had started getting pretty intense and before I knew it I was in his lap, his hands were on my ass and he was stripping me of my bow tie and unbuttoning my shirt to lick at my neck. I'd arched my back and began grinding against him until the limo came to a stop and I heard him curse softly. We had arrived and there was barely enough time for me to straighten my clothes so alas, the tie had been abandoned.

Now though, he could maul me. He could do anything he wanted to me. And I wanted it all. I moan into his mouth, and we kiss all the way back to the hotel. We break apart long enough to get to the elevators but he still holds onto my arm.

The doors close and his mouth is on mine again. I press my whole body against him and delight in the sound of his groan. He yanks on my hair and I slid my mouth across his cheek, then up to his ear where I suckle and bit.

"Is this my thank you?" I moan breathlessly.

His hands are on my ass again. "Yes, my darling boy, it's your thank you. You know you mean more to me than words in a speech, yes?"

I sigh. "Yes."

I have no doubt he loves me, he tells me often enough. But it isn't easy, and I live in fear that my time with him is limited, for obvious reasons. Sometimes I wish he were younger … or I older. Anything that would ensure we have more time together. And so, I intend to make these moments last.

"Fuck me."

He kisses me savagely, and god how I love his passion. He may say he's losing his vibrance but I'm certainly not complaining yet.

"Soon. Soon," he promises and just then the doors open.

The floor is thankfully deserted and we move swiftly to the door. I press myself against him as he inserts the keycard and opens the door. We enter and he closes it firmly behind us, then turns on the light. Then, he begins taking off his jacket. I grin and start stripping my own clothes as well. We stare at one another as we slowly undress. We step out of our shoes and I walk up to him, begin unbuttoning his shirt. I kiss from base of his neck up the column of his throat.

His hands work at my shirt and I'm finally rid of it. Suddenly, he's attacking my chest, pinching my nipples and biting down my stomach. My pants and boxers are around my knees before I know it, and suddenly he's expertly sucking me down his throat and god if he doesn't drive me crazy. His tongue works me fast and hard, lapping at the head of my dick, his mouth takes me in deep, releases me all the way, then sucks me in again. I'm clutching at his shoulders, my legs spread apart so I don't fall over.

I love this; don't ever want it to end. I arch my neck back and moan his name and of course, that's when it does.

He starts mouthing his way back up my chest and then we're kissing again and I begin ridding him of the rest of his clothes. Finally, when we're both naked I pull him toward me and walk backward. He steers me to the bed and we fall on it.

Well, I fall on it. He's standing between my knees and I sit up and tongue the tip of his cock with my mouth. He lets out a hoarse sound and shoves me backward. I crawl backward on my hands until I'm at the head of the bed and he follows me with a predatory look in his eye. Suddenly he's on me, pinning my hands above my head and feasting on my lips. I can feel the heat of his cock pulsing against my groin, and the droplets of pre-cum as they bless my overheated skin.

He traces my mouth with his tongue and the teasing flicks drive me insane. I can't move; he's holding me down. I wrap my ankle around his thigh and push myself tighter against him.

"Please, please," I moan around his tongue. He smiles fondly and traces my face with his hands.

"Beautiful."

I blush and reach up to kiss him, putting all of my want and need into it.

I'm kissing him fiercely and he's pinching my nipples. I can't take anymore; I need him in me. More than anything.

"Fuck me, now, Ian," I mumble into his mouth and then I can't speak anymore cause he's sucking on my tongue.

I hear a rustle of movement in the vicinity of the nightstand and that's a good sign.

Soon he's handing me a condom and sitting up. I slip it on him, loving the way his eyes get heavy and close with passion. He coats the latex with lube and then his fingers. I sigh deeply and spread my legs, bending my knees.

He prepares me quickly, knowing I can't stand it much longer. Soon he's lifting my legs to wrap around his waist and sliding deep inside me.

"Ohhh."

"Good, baby?"

"Mmm."

He leans over me and starts kissing me while resting his hands on my shoulder and thrusting hard into me again and again. He knows I like it fast. I move in time with him, the bed rocks beneath us, the Rockies tumble, Gibraltar crumbles--

His hand is on my dick now and ... and ... I can't think anymore. I cry out wordlessly and shoot all over my stomach and his hand.

His hand still pumps my dick as he pounds into me and I know I'm screaming and I know we're not exactly being quiet but I don't care, this is our night ... and ... oh god he's arched over me and his face when he comes, his name on my lips, his breathless sighs, they undo me and suddenly I want it to start all over again.

He collapses on top of me and I drop my legs from around him causing him to shift and slide out. I wrap my arms around him and love the feel of our sweat soaked bodies mingling together and the sound of his harsh breathing against my neck.

"Was that ... a satisfactory ... thank you?" His speech is halting.

I pull him up and look into his eyes. "What do you think?"

He grins and arches an eyebrow. "I think you're very fond of me."

I laugh. "You'd be right about that."

He strokes my hair. "Thank you for being mine."

I hug him to me, answering with my arms and a gentle kiss.

Later, as we're holding each other, kissing lazily, I realize there was something I forgot to say. "Hey, Ian?"

"Yes?"

"Congratulations."

He grins. "Thank you."