Retrospective

"Don't be nervous, you'll both be fine. And if you aren't, we'll do another take."

Sitting in the makeup chair in the surprisingly nice dressing room they'd been shown to, Carson let out a slow breath, closing his eyes as the makeup guy brushed powder over his forehead. "I'm not nervous."

"Of course not." Nayah raised an eyebrow, smirking. She looked good in a power suit, Carson decided. Or perhaps it was just producing one of the hottest talk shows on any streaming service.

"I'm not," he repeated. "It's just been a while since I've been in front of the cameras. And Alain's show just has a huge audience."

Darren squeezed his hand. "One that's all watched our show and seen us both mostly naked and falling in love," he reminded Carson. "Does that help?"

Did it help? Carson glanced up at his fiancé's soft, lopsided smile and felt his heart melt... just like it had the first day they'd met in Puerto Vallarta. "Yeah," he replied, leaning in to steal a soft kiss.

"Good," Nayah replied. She gave an approving nod to the makeup artist and dismissed them with a wave. "We're about to start filming the opening segments, you can come watch if you like. If not, I'll send someone for you in about half an hour."

"We're good here," Darren replied with a smile. "We'll go over the interview questions again." He followed Nayah to the door, then turned back to meet Carson's gaze with a grin and an eyebrow waggle as he flicked the lock.

Carson chuckled softly, pulse quickening at the wordless suggestion. How could something so simple still leave him feeling nearly overcome with desire? "What are you doing...?"

"Just giving us some privacy to get ready for the interview," Darren replied innocently, even as he returned to straddle Carson's lap.

Carson couldn't resist the urge to stroke his hands up Darren's thighs, cupping and kneading at his ass. "Because getting off is good for confidence?"

Darren claimed a warm kiss, chuckling against his lips. Then he pressed the interview pages into Carson's hand. "Why don't you read through these aloud while I take care of our confidence?"

Carson stole another, longer kiss, then obediently started through the questions. It wasn't particularly difficult to keep enough attention to read aloud, even as Darren kissed along his jaw, undoing his jeans between them. There was nothing better than being with Darren, but they'd reached an exquisite familiarity with each other's bodies that made it easier to languish in unhurried lovemaking. Even as Darren expertly stroked him to full hardness Carson managed to keep reading, tugging Darren's pants undone to return his lover's touch.

It felt a little strange to be preparing to answer questions that Alain definitely already knew the answer to. Even before his show had started filming in New York - before their season of DILF Island had hit the air - Alain visited the city on several suspiciously convenient business trips, and always made arrangements to stop by. To catch up with old friends, he said, though Carson knew his time with Nathaniel and Quinn went rather beyond catching up. But Carson was happy to keep in touch. They'd even all had a barbeque with Stephen and Wes two weekends previous.

"It's not even really going to be like an interview, is it?" He mused aloud. "Just kind of... putting things on the record."

"Mmm-hmm," Darren purred, sucking on his earlobe. His fingers traveled slowly over the length of his cock, rubbing his foreskin up and down his shaft before delicately toying with the head. "Just a conversation with a friend... think you can keep going while I blow you? I don't wanna mess up our clothes...."

Carson claimed his mouth with a groan, for a moment just focusing on him: the familiar warmth and weight of Darren's body, the lush heat of his mouth, the softness of his lips, just begging to be sucked and nibbled on. His wonderful cock, so proud and hard against Carson's palm, and Carson found himself rather wishing he'd thought of Darren's suggestion first. "Mmm... can you last long enough for me to finish you off after?"

Darren groaned, rocking into his fist. "For you, my love," he breathed, then drew back from his lap and sank to his knees.

It was impossible to not watch him: the promise in Darren's eyes, in his lopsided grin. How pretty that lush mouth looked as he began to nuzzle and lap up the length of Carson's cock, suckling at the tip. "Keep reading," Darren admonished, breath hot on his sensitive skin, and it was all Carson could do to keep from tangling his fingers in his hair and messing it up.

He rubbed a hand over Darren's shoulder instead, stroking the back of his neck. "You just look so goddamn sexy with my cock in your mouth, love...."

Darren grinned, wiggling his eyebrows again. Then his lips parted over his tip, teasing with the warm, wet flat of his tongue and suckling gently as he caressed his shaft. "You're not reading."

"Remind me where I was?"

"Mmm...." Darren gave a contemplative hum, holding his gaze as he slid his lips down his cock. He moved deceptively casually for how incredible it felt, swallowing around him until he was nuzzling his groin.

"Fuck..." Carson hissed, groaning as his lover pulled back and fighting the urge to rock back into his throat.

"Your new clients," Darren said.

"What?"

His lover tilted his head towards the papers Carson still held, which were now a bit creased. "That's where you were. New opportunities to write for queer artists because of the show."

"Ah - yeah...." It was just awareness, Carson thought; his previous work was well known, and now people knew where to find him. But he did very much enjoy the change, and the motivation to focus a bit more on writing again, which had slipped to the side a bit from being a single dad.

But now he had Darren.

Things had gone very well for both of them since they'd left the villa, and been busier than either of them had expected. Much of that had to do with Kaneda's purchase - investment into - the streaming platform and a wealth of new content that had leveraged and cross-promoted their show into what Carson still thought were insane levels of viewership.

Now, pretty much everyone in the house that had wanted it had found themselves some kind of opportunity with the streaming service. Alain's regular show was the most prominent out of everything, partly because it ran for free on YouTube as a promotional tool. It was half made up of queer entertainment interviews and half sex counseling, with an incredibly raunchy (and streamer-exclusive) after-show. Zhehan and Xiang were doing a bunch of flagship content for the Asia-Pacific catalog. Even Quinn had filmed a couple of behind-the-scenes companion pieces to their show that had quickly made him very popular with the fans, and though it hadn't been announced yet, he and Nathaniel had just gone back down to the villa in Puerto Vallarta to film the first season of a Sapphic version of their show, where Quinn was taking on hosting duties.

"And you're going to talk about - mmmm - about your new show...." Carson's cock twitched harder, remembering the few times he'd been allowed to watch Darren on set. After doing a few guest appearances on a few different dance related shows, Quinn had recruited Darren as a judge and mentor for a new gogo dancing competition that had finished filming a few months previous. It was very different from his classical training, though sexy in very naughty new ways. Carson ran his thumb along his lover's bottom lip as Darren bobbed slowly on his cock. "God, I hope the pole-dancing one gets greenlit...."

Darren chuckled around him, muffled, as he pulled back "I'll learn to pole-dance for you no matter what," he purred against his skin, then swallowed him to the hilt again.

Watching his lover bob on his cock, Carson wasn't sure how much longer he could pay attention to anything else. But the rest of the interview would be easy enough. Talking about each other: how good it had felt to learn how to become part of each other's lives after the show. Meeting the people closest to each other. Becoming family. How magical it felt every time he woke up in the morning with Darren in his arms.

And god, the sex! It seemed impossible to feel so connected, so desired, and so entirely fulfilled. It was better than he could have ever imagined.

"Feels so fucking good, Dare," he managed to gasp. Doing his best to cling to control despite how good it felt, and how much better his body knew it would feel. "God, gonna make me - "

Darren groaned, low and needy and exquisitely proud of himself already. Then he swallowed around him again, and Carson was lost. The sweet pleasure and endorphins of orgasm washed over him, pushing away any remaining stress and uncertainty, but the physiology was such a small part of what left him on cloud nine.

What mattered most was that it was Darren.

He drew his lover to his feet, kissing him deeply, tasting the remnants of his own spend with a satisfied hum. "Sometimes this still feels like a dream," he murmured, and Darren held him tighter, his kiss hot with desire and no small amount of emotion.

"I know," he murmured. "But it's so amazing. Never dreamed that being with someone could feel this good."

And perhaps that was the most magical thing: everything Carson felt - all the love and wonder and gratitude and desire and fulfillment - somehow he had no doubt that those feelings were shared. The commitments they'd made to be open with each other had grown into such a wonderful foundation of love and trust.

I should tell Alain that, Carson thought to himself. Then, urging Darren down into a chair, he sank to his knees and lost himself in the familiar, sublime undertaking of swallowing his lover's cock until he felt Darren pulse, spilling hot and thick with a breathless cry of pleasure as he came down his throat.

It was easy to carry that calming sense of easy happiness with him when they were brought out onto set, waiting for their entrance with one of the PAs. "We're ready," she said into her headset.

On set, he could hear Nayah's voice call out, "And... action!"

"Today I have a very special pair of guests, here to mark the one year anniversary of a very special season finale. Let's welcome two of my favorite co-stars from season two of DILF Island - Carson Andrews and Darren Moss!"

Hand in hand with Darren, Carson stepped out onto the set where Alain waited for them in an indigo leather arm chair, smiling warmly. He stood to greet them both with a hug and a kiss. Whether it was Alain's warmth or just the familiarity of talking with him, as he started interviewing them Carson found the distraction of the cameras melting away to easy conversation, just as they'd planned.

Alain had tucked his feet under him on his easy chair at some point ("Like a proper bisexual," he'd declared in the past), and he leaned on the arm with his chin in his hand. His smile turned dreamy as Carson began to discuss his most recent realization about their relationship. But as he spoke about love and trust and understanding, it quickly became impossible for Carson to tear his gaze away from the most important person in the room.

The open adoration in Darren's gaze made Carson's heart ache with happiness. Darren lifted their clasped hands, pressing a trembling kiss to Carson's knuckles, and nodded. "I think you're right. I... it's not that I'd never trusted anyone before, of course, but after what we went through, and... making that decision that we were going to be together, and do whatever was necessary to make it work...." He gave a soft laugh, eyes bright. "I think it's what I needed to finally be able to trust someone with every part of myself."

"That's beautiful." Alain said, with a little happy sigh. "Finding love, family, your engagement... you're really a testament to DILF Island. Now, it's been theorized that the two of you being so close in age may have hurt you in the final votes, despite how sickeningly sweet you are together. Do you ever feel like you should have won the competition?"

Darren laughed, shaking his head. "Oh no. That win was definitely deserved."

Carson chuckled in agreement. "It absolutely was. Because if you think we're disgusting? We've still got nothing on Stephen and Wes."

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Contestant Progress

	Day 1	Day 2	Day 5	Day 7	Day 9	Day 11	Day 13	Finale
Wes	Alain	Alain	Tydall	Stephen	Stephen	Stephen	Stephen	Winner
Stephen	Zhehan	Trevor	(spare)	Wes	Wes	Wes	Wes	Winner
Darren	Carson	Carson	Alain	Carson	Carson	Carson	Carson	Runner Up
Carson	Darren	Darren	Trevor	Darren	Darren	Darren	Darren	Runner Up
Zhehan	Stephen	Tydall	Xiang	Xiang	Xiang	Xiang	Xiang	3rd Place
Xiang			Zhehan	Zhehan	Zhehan	Zhehan	Zhehan	3rd Place
Alain	Wes	Wes	Darren	Nathaniel	Nathaniel	Nathaniel	—  (eliminated)
Nathaniel				Alain	Alain	Alain	—  (eliminated)
Trevor	Tydall	Stephen	Carson	Kaneda	Kaneda	————-  (eliminated)
Kaneda				Trevor	Trevor	————-  (eliminated)
Blythe	Luiz	Ryland	Ryland	Ryland	————————-  (eliminated)
Ryland		Blythe	Blythe	Blythe	————————-  (eliminated)
Tydall	Trevor	Zhehan	Wes	————————————  (eliminated)
Luiz	Blythe	(spare)	————————————————  (eliminated)

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