Saving Alexander by Susan Mac Nicol Page B

man curled up on his bed, eyes watching him. From the grin on his face, he was liking what he saw. The man—who was probably in his early thirties himself—smiled, stretching like a cat, his cock bobbing as he did so, looking very inviting.
    Sage was drawn to it and the lean lines of the other man’s body, the hair on his sculptured chest and the sexy come-hither look in the brown eyes. A strand of long, dark hair fell across his forehead.
    Sage’s feeling of extreme exposure lingered as his cock hardened and came to life but he was damned if he was going to go all girly and cover his naughty bits with his hands. Instead he stood there, getting slowly bigger and harder with every lick the other man made of his rather luscious lips. Sage looked back at him, feeling his heart beat a little faster with his sudden desire to get physical despite his bad mood.
    “My name’s Brian. I’ve been waiting for you for ages.” The man pouted. “Dan thought you might be a bit tense and he asked me to take a look and see if I could relax you.” He chuckled softly, moving off the bed and over to Sage. “I told him that I liked my men tense, at least in certain places, but I’d certainly see what I can do for the rest.”
    Brian reached out, teasingly drawing his fingers down Sage’s chest toward his groin. He leaned in, kissing Sage, his mouth warm and hungry, his tongue darting into Sage’s mouth as his warm, firm hand gripped Sage’s very needy member, sliding down the length of him, causing Sage to gasp with the sensation.
    “Wow. You’re a really big boy, aren’t you?” Bri murmured huskily. “I like it when a man fills me up.”
    Sage felt a perverse need to show both himself and Alex he wasn’t above getting his own action and using the tools he had at his disposal. He was at full attention now as Brian’s mouth moved lower toward his belly and his accomplished hands continued their artful stroking. As Brian took him into his hungry mouth, Sage thought that perhaps the evening might not be such a loss. After all, it was rude to refuse a present and it had been a while. And it may just be the very thing he needed to lift his spirits.
    * * *
    The following morning Sage woke up in a far better mood that the one he’d been in the night before. He showered again and changed, getting into the studio around ten o’clock. He’d even spoken to the paparazzi camping outside the studio and managed to be courteous, which he thought was quite a coup for him.
    His evening had certainly been memorable as Brian had proven himself to be a very talented and extremely lusty young man. Sage had finally got to sleep around two A.M. but he’d been woken up around seven by Brian for a quick morning shag and a fairly mind-blowing blow job. He’d left Brain curled up languidly in his bed like a cat. On his way in, Sage realised he’d left his annotated script at home. He’d called Dan, who’d promised to bring it in on his way into work. Sage saw Luke and Janine sitting at the studio table and he sauntered over, whistling.
    Janine peered at him from over his bifocals. “Good morning, Sage. You look fairly pleased with yourself today. Anything we should know about?”
    Sage grinned. “Nothing that a gentleman would talk about. Have you heard from Thomas this morning? How’s Dianne?”
    Luke smiled. “She’s doing well. She’ll be coming home later today and Thomas is going to take a couple of days off with her until Monday. We’ll reschedule Dianne’s scenes for then. So I’m afraid the pressure is going to be all yours for the next few days.” He smiled slyly. “From the glow you have I have to ask—did someone get lucky last night?”
    Sage chuckled. “Stop fishing. I have nothing to tell either of you.” He turned as a voice echoed across the studio floor. Dan stood there, waving a sheaf of papers.
    “Got to go, Dan’s brought my notes in.” He turned and sauntered over to where his friend stood. Dan had a wide