“You can quit pinching me, Drew. I know I’m not dreaming.”
“A sunken living room in a hotel unit, Rahim. Can you believe this canopy bed?”
“Yes. Of all the things we’ve discussed, it’s one of the more believable.”
“I think my casino should have beds like this,” Drew said. The mattress was so comfortable, Drew wondered why guests ever left their rooms. “I hope I can have black crushed-velvet canopies. With jungle green accents. Hey! Let’s order room service. Burt always lets me.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“C’mon, Rahim, spending tonight with you is supposed to be the best night of our lives. Why are you so down?”
“I want you to quit.”
Drew shook his head. “Why would I?”
“This time when I watched him fuck you, I felt jealous.”
“But you and I have done so many three-ways without Burt. Why would watching—”
“I know you love me. I know you love getting fucked by me. And I admit I love watching you. But this? No.”
“Because he’s overweight? Old? Ugly?”
“Because you cuddled. That’s different.”
Drew frowned. “I can’t stop that.”
Rahim held his hands out, palms up, in a “you’ve proved my point” gesture. “And, the way you look at this whole thing. ‘Oh, I’ll never get anywhere unless I put my ass in the air and let a rich man stick his dick in it.’ Is that healthy?”
“Fine. I want the casino, but I admit I’m into this.”
“That wasn’t the question. I asked if it was healthy. But I know the answer and so do you.”
“Then how do I get what I want?”
“Some other way? I don’t know much about life, but if you don’t think you can get a better job than valet, why do you think you’d like owning and running a casino?”
Drew closed his eyes. He hated logic. Logic sucked. Dyslexia sucked. He wanted his dream. And he knew how to get Rahim to shut up.
“Yeah, maybe I should think more. You’re right, maybe. I can’t be a total bottom boy and have anyone respect me.” He turned away, curling up in dejection and giving Rahim a view of his rump at the same time. “Besides, my ass gets so sore sometimes that I feel like I shouldn’t give it up to anyone for a week.”
Rahim growled. His fingers found their way between Drew’s thighs, squeezing and massaging. “I don’t know if it’s a bad thing to be a total bottom boy.”
“You don’t?”
“I think it’s perfect for you. But your trick isn’t working. I need your answer to this: Why would a billionaire with everything to lose honor a contract about butt fucking?”
“Rahim, I saved the Venetian for you. You know I needed you for the Western because there’s a good chance the number Burt finds is gonna be creepy. He knows who you are, but I risked pissing him off so you could have this.” Drew spread his arms to indicate the expansive room. “You used to be just as into it.”
“The answer to my question is that Burt is crazy. He is the whole Howard-Hughes-billionaire-off-his-rocker package. He’s obsessive to the point that he can’t think. The same for you.”
“How could he run a business and not be sane, Rahim?”
“If he were sane, he wouldn’t have the need to do every hotel no matter how much of a shit hole it is.”
“Now I’m thinking I should have asked you to do the Western.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t think of it either,” said Rahim. “But the whole problem, and I mean the whole problem, is Burt being an idiot.”
Drew rubbed his fingers together, itching for a cigarette. He’d given them up for Rahim. And alcohol. And meat. Drew would give up anything for him except getting fucked on Burt’s command. Although now that Rahim had clearly asked, he felt himself grinding his teeth and biting his lip.
“Can we talk about the Zanzibar?” Drew asked, unable to keep the waver out of his voice.
Rahim sighed. “Okay, baby.”
“Burt liked the idea of the nightclub, so you know what we’re going to do with it during the day, right? Your fashion shows!”
“Yeah? That’d be nice, I guess.”
“No other casino has thought of daily fashion shows. You’ll have a boutique in our shops so people can buy what they see on the runway. And we’ll have other designers, too. Maybe, uh, some friends of yours…” Drew sensed Rahim had stopped listening. “Like Rodan and Mothra.”
Rahim’s expression was blank. He stared across the room and out the window at the low, ugly buildings east of the Vegas Strip. Drew had to save this night.
He sat up, stretched, and rubbed his chest. “I hope Burt doesn’t want to come back to fuck me again.” He started to ease himself off the bed. “You guys made me so sore, all I want to do is hobble over there to close the curtains and fall asleep. Seriously, Rahim, you’re not allowed to fuck me for a week.”
Fingers dug into his hips. Rahim pulled him to the mattress. Drew squirmed in mock-protest as Rahim put his legs in the air.
“You can’t deny me your ass ever, boy.”
His boyfriend was only six months older. The same conflict bubbled up inside as Rahim lubed Drew’s hole. No, there’s no way my head will handle it. I can’t be an executive and feel like my main use to everyone is being a bottom boy.
As Rahim slid home, Drew moaned, then bit his lip hard to focus on a pain other than the stretching of his hole. In no time, Rahim’s slow, powerful thrusts combined with the look of ownership in his eyes had Drew pushing his legs back farther.
This was what he was. He couldn’t escape it, and that fact overwhelmed him with pleasure.
Rahim’s eyes began to roll back, but he shook off the delirium so he could speak. “I love you. I love you so much. I wish you could feel the adrenaline pumping through me right now, so you’d know how much. I want you to have this bliss.”
The bed shook, and each time Rahim’s dick slammed into Drew’s ass, Drew yelped from the pain and humiliation he was addicted to. Rahim was so lost in frenzy, he couldn’t know how much he’d stretched and strained Drew’s legs. His iron-hard erection told Drew the extent of Rahim’s hunger for his ass. It was as if Rahim had no control over the need to pound Drew’s hole even as he kissed and caressed him. Each jolt of pain made Drew smile and moan. His eyes were closed and his head back, off the mattress and lolling in rhapsody. But, God, the ache. Drew was close to tears by the time they both erupted in climax.
Drew kept his eyes closed and took shallow, rapid breaths. He just had to get through the next few seconds of burning and stretching.
Rahim collapsed on top of Drew, holding him tight and kissing his neck. “Baby, you give me so much fucking more than you give anyone else. I want you to have whatever you want. You know what I think, but if there’s the slightest chance.”
Drew’s voice was weak and hoarse. “Maybe there’s not. I don’t know. But let me just…let me just see. When I get past the Western it will be downhill from there.”