Of Cars and Encounters
Jake Bass/ Marco Reus
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***
Jake walked out of the hotel, lit a cigarette and put the fur of his coat tighter around his neck. Berlin was cold. Fucking. Freezing. Cold.
He didn’t mind though. The trip has been great so far and somehow the cold reminded him of home.
He took a look around and smiled instantly when he saw a black Aston Martin parking in front of the hotel. He always had a thing for fast cars … Okay, which guy hasn't - but to him fast cars always set free some serious vivid fantasies, sending pulsing vibes right through his body. Or down to his groin to be precise.
Like now. With this car. Man... he could see himself leaning against it, in a dark and quiet alley, kissing another guy. Hot kisses in this fucking, freezing air of Berlin, steaming breath, the urge to have sex, the need to feel more, groping hands everywhere, eager to find warm and smooth flesh, eager to undo annoying belts.
Right here?
Yes!
Sweater up, pants down, a panted Turn around, hands on the spoiler in search for stability, the well-known pressure, then thrusts and moaning, God, yes, so good, the grip tightening, the thrusts getting heavier, the moaning getting louder, So fucking fucking good, eyes closing, lips biting, thousands of sparks running through the veins, the body tensing, till it hits them both, loud and releasing, leaving wet spots on the shiny black paint of the car.
Jake smiled. Yeah, that would definitly keep him warm.
The problem of course was - he had neither got the car nor the guy for doing that.
Come to think of it, what a shame that he, Jake Bass the pornstar, who has had so much sex with such plenty of guys on so many cool locations, hasn’t had sex on a damn fucking car like this. How could that have happened? Well, not have happened.
Jake took a drag of his cigarette, walked over to the Aston Martin and pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket.
The car probably belonged to an old, fat and ugly guy, anyway.
But when Jake was just about to take a picture to post it on his Insta account, a young blond guy around his age, wearing some cool clothes, came out of the hotel and unlocked the car.
What the- ?
Jake’s lips turned into a grin. So far for old, fat and ugly.
The guy turned around and looked at the phone in Jake’s hand.
“Sorry, I just love cars” Jake said, feeling like he should somehow apologize for taking a picture of another man’s car.
The guy nodded with a little smile, then opened the door of his car and was about to get in. But Jake wasn’t done yet.
“Really nice car you have there. Won the lottery? I mean, to be able to afford a car like that you must be at least I don’t know some kind of german Eminem or something.”
The guy laughed softly but before he could answer, Jake continued, “I mean you don’t look like a banker. Or an attorney. Or are you some rich heir and just inherited tons of money? Not that there is something wrong with that.“
Yeah well, that was him. Talking before thinking and talking a lot.
But the guy didn’t seem to mind. He smiled, actually quite cute, until he eventually interrupted Jake calmly, “I’m a soccer player.”
Oh. Okay. Soccer then.
Well, too bad he wasn’t a soccer player either. Definitely wouldn’t mind the car. And the money.
Of course there were some downsides to it. Especially the thing with being- ”So you’re one of these guys that are never supposed to be gay, right?”
The guy laughed. “Yeah, one of these guys. If you want to put it like that.”
Maybe the money and the car made up for it. And the fame, of course.
“And didn’t you win the world cup?”
Ouch, that must have hurt. The guy’s face twitched, just a little, just for a second but Jake had already seen it.
“I was injured. I couldn’t go to Brazil,” the guy said quietly, trying to sound not that hurt.
Now Jake felt bad. Really bad. “Sorry, man, I didn’t know. If I had known, I wouldn’t have said anything, obviously. I didn’t want to rub salt into your wound like… obviously.” Jake made a typical exuberant-Jake-face because yeah, well, obviously...
The guy shrugged his shoulders. “It’s okay, it’s in the past. I’m looking forward.”
Jake nodded. He still felt bad because he already liked that guy and wanted to bring the smile back on his face. Or maybe it was just the car... he wasn’t sure.
So why not find out and get to the point quickly?
He took a last drag of his cigarette and tossed it aside.
“You wouldn’t take me for a ride, would you?”
Well, at least the guy laughed again.
***
The guy of course said no, said he had to take a friend, but there was something about his reaction, the look in his eyes, the small hesitation, the way he licked his lips… that Jake refused to leave it at that. He wanted more.
So after their encounter, Jake tried everything to cross this guy’s path again. Smoked too many cigarettes in front of the hotel, lingered for a suspiciously long time in the lobby and persuaded a few guys of the crew after shooting to drink a few last drinks too much in the bar. But nothing.
Tired and drunk he fell into his bed. Fuck you, Mr. Rich-Soccer-Boy. Or whatever you're fucking name is.
When he had to leave the hotel for shooting the next morning and the black Aston Martin was parked in front of the hotel again, he hurried back inside, asked the receptionist for pen and paper, wrote a note and put it behind the wiper of the car.
Fancy a drink tonight?
Jake, the guy from yesterday, taking a picture of your car and talking too much
Then his number.
Well, it was worth a try.
During the day, however, his mood got from excited to nervous to sulky. To really really sulky. While shooting he checked his mobile on every possible occasion, spent every free minute googling the guy (his name was Marco Reus and there was definitely too much to google), waited and waited for a message, and got more and more frustrated, finally having problems to hide his bad mood, leaving the director almost to the verge of despair.
Back at the hotel, he was so pissed off that he decided to forget about the whole thing. After all the car was no Lamborghini and the guy was no Ronaldo.
But just when he was about to twitter something nasty about arrogant, rich guys and german impoliteness, his phone vibrated.
Sorry… I already have plans for tonight. Marco
And all of a sudden, Jake’s mood changed from being extremely pissed off to being extremely thrilled.
Okay, Marco did not take his invitation, but Jake hadn’t really expected him to. Marco had answered and Jake got his number, and that was all that mattered.
Almost giddy with excitement, he quickly wrote back. Nice tats you have!
The response fortunately didn’t take long.
So you already found me on the internet. A monkey hiding his eyes concluded the message.
Jake bit his lips and grinned.
Yeah, googled cute guy with hot car, who apparently plays soccer. Just got you as a result.
And because he just couldn’t resist, he added: And I know now that I not just want to ride your car.
He really, really could not not have written that, it was just too tempting, but as soon as he had written it, he regretted it. Because… why did he always have to do things like this? He didn’t know the guy at all and just because he thought this was funny… The first sentence had been probably bold enough for the guy already.
Jake groaned frustrated. His heart began pounding ridiculously loud in his ears and he stared at the phone in his hands without blinking once, hoping he hadn’t scared the guy off completely.
Then the phone vibrated again and Jake’s heart pounded even louder.
Sorry, I’m not gay, remember ;)
Jake exhaled relieved. Marco was still talking to him, so nothing lost yet.
Yeah, me neither, he wrote back and added quickly so that the conversation wouldn’t stop:
So what does your written tattoo say?
Again there was no direct response but this time it didn’t take too long till the beep sounded again. Jake wiped over his phone to read the message.
Didn’t google enough? ;)
The biggest adventure you can take is to live your dream :)
Jake smiled. Love it. Because he just did.
You have tattoos, too, right? I think I saw a tattoo on your hand?
Now Jake was really excited. If that was no proof that Marco was interested in him!
Yeah, on both hands, he replied and wanted to add “and one on my ass” but left it at: …and on some other parts.
The next message came immediately.
Some other parts??? Not sure I want to know what those other parts are! Again Marco sent the monkey with his hands over his eyes.
Jake laughed softly.
He was relieved that Marco was as easy going as he thought he would be. Besides he loved the fact that Marco didn’t know who he was and what every centimeter of his body looked like, like so many other people did. Not that he was ashamed of what he's been doing, quite the contrary, he was proud of what he had achieved as a pornstar. But the thought of being undressed and seen naked for the first time, the other guy exploring his tattoos one by one… yeah, that intrigued him somehow.
Of course he knew if this was going somewhere - and he badly wanted it to - he couldn’t wait forever to tell Marco but just now he enjoyed it.
No worries. Only G-rated parts. But I have a written one too, he wrote.
Cool. What does it say?
We are here to laugh at the odds and live our life so well that death will tremble to take us.
Then several minutes nothing happened. Jake’s fingers twitched over the key pad, typing things like Got you thinking?, deleted it, typed Still there?, deleted it again, typed I was just interested in your car anyway because he was getting pissed off again until he got Marco’s next message.
Sounds cool. Is it a quote?
When Jake sent his answer, Charles Bukowski, another message from Marco was already there:
I’m going to the Rose Club with two friends. If you have nothing better to do… like to join us?
Jake smiled widely. Hell yes, he fucking liked to join them! Yes, yes, yes!
So he wrote: Maybe ;)
***
The club was packed, the music was booming and the frequency they drank their shots was frightening. Jake loved it. The location, the music, the dancing.
It was a fun night out and he liked Marco more every minute, being pretty sure that it wasn’t just because of the booze.
Marco’s friends were nice, too. Marcel and Robin. They instantly talked to him, wanted to know what kind of music he was listening to, where he was from, if he could speak French then, and Jake answered willingly and yeah, he probably was already drunk.
The only thing missing was him kissing Marco, running his hands down this fit and lean body, thrusting his hips against Marco’s while dancing to the music. But they weren’t in a gay club and Marco wasn’t “gay”, at least not officially, although Jake had seen how Marco has been looking at him, dancing, swaying his body.
He really liked Marco. Marco was fun. On the one hand modest and somehow shy but on the other so fun-loving and so admirably full of laughter that Jake wanted to taste those smiling lips, wanted to run his fingers through this blond hair and just wanted Marco to want him.
So no, he didn’t mind that Marco watched him dance like that.
And then Marco finally popped the question.
“So what are you doing in Berlin?” he asked, leaning forward to Jake. And Jake knew this was the point where he had to tell the truth with no return.
“I’m shooting a movie. A porn movie. I do porn.”
Marco raised an eyebrow and began to laugh. “Okay…”
So okay, no, he didn’t believe it.
Jake tried to look serious. “You don’t mind then?”
Marco still laughed, his eyes full of disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”
Jake shook his head. “Well, no…”
Marco almost choked on his drink. “For real? You are a… you do porn? Like… porn?”
Jake nodded, while Marco looked at him curiously. He took it as a good sign that now that Marco slowly realized that Jake wasn’t joking that little warm-loving shine in his eyes did not go away.
“But aren’t they supposed to be like… tall… and -”
“Don’t say ‘handsome’!” Jake raised his eyes reproachfully.
“No!” Marco laughed even harder. “I don’t know… maybe shaven? Or maybe less… inked?”
“And how much gay porn exactly did you watch so that you would know?”
Marco smiled affirmatively. “Okay, I get it.”
He looked at Jake attentively now, not disregarding, just… curious. Then he took a look around in the club and leaned over to Jake again. “Do you mind, if we shift the party to my hotel room? It’s… safer.”
No. Jake didn’t mind. Not at all. Maybe a little that Marcel and Robin came along though. He wouldn’t say he’s getting possessive when he is drunk but yeah, maybe just a little.
In Marco’s room the chatting, drinking and the music just continued where it stopped and the only thing still missing was Jake kissing Marco. Jake’s body by now longed for touching of any kind, his lips wanted to feel smooth and salty skin and he had to restrain his hands like naughty school children because they so wanted to wander between Marco’s legs. He could already hear Marco moan, his eyes filled with lust, his body writhing, begging Jake to touch him -
Fuck! He had too much to drink and these other guys were really nice but…
Jake cursed silently.
Well, at least they had another topic now: Jake being a pornstar.
“So, Jake isn’t your real name?” Marcel asked curiously.
Jake shook his head.
“So, what is it?”
Jake smiled secretively. “Well…”
And because he didn’t want to spoil the fun, he added: ”It’s French…”
Marco handed Jake a drink, sank onto the couch next to Marcel and tapped on his phone.
“Alain?”
Jake laughed. “No.”
“Antoine?”
“No.”
Marcel leaned to Marco to have a look on the display. “Scroll down, scroll down… here: Fabrice!”
Pff. “No.”
Now Robin wanted to join in as well. “Pierre?”
“Non.”
“So it’s Pierre!” Marcel suddenly called out in excitement. “You said ‘non’, you revealed yourself!”
Jake shook pityingly his head. Marcel groaned frustrated while Marco and Robin chuckled.
“So that’s it? Out of guesses?” Jake asked provokingly.
Marco looked at him with a sexy little smile that went straight down to his groin: “Can you moan it?”
“Huh?” Jake wasn’t sure if he had heard right or if it was just his imagination going wild.
“Can you moan it? Like for example ‘Oh, yes! Ah, Françoiiiise’!” Marco moaned loudly, adding a soft and long-drawn-out “Fuuuck!”, again looking at Jake with this sexy smile, his hand tugging his trousers just besides his crotch.
Jake swallowed hard.
Okay, that’s it! There were too many images going on in his head. Jake wanted to touch Marco, wanted to kiss Marco, wanted to fuck Marco, wanted to lick his cock, whatever, just any bodily contact and he wanted it now!
He reached for the stereo equipment, turned the volume up, finished his drink and crawled to Marco. When he was just centimeters away from Marco’s face he began a slow and lascivious lap dance and whispered “No touching!” And yes, the way Marco’s eyes widened and he licked his lips then, was just how Jake wanted it to be.
There was some ooh-ing from the side but he didn’t mind. They could watch if they wanted to. He just wanted Marco. Desperately. And Marco looked at him as if he wanted him, too. How convenient.
Jake rolled his belly, rubbing his crotch with the slow beat of the music against Marco’s crotch and with every move they both breathed heavier and heavier until Jake finally decided that he had craved enough. He leaned forward, a gentle tug at Marco’s bottom lip and then… the touch of soft lips, the taste of alcohol and Marco’s welcoming tongue, warm and tender. God, this felt so good.
Again soft chuckles and whispering from the side, then Marcel and Robin wisely got up to leave the room.
Marco called something in German after them that had to be some kind of goodbye but sounded really like something else.
“Piss Morning Jews??” Jake tried to imitate it.
Marco laughed softly. “Yeah, almost.”
Then they were finally alone.
For a moment they just looked at each other. Enjoying the moment, the excitement of what may happen, the beauty of it.
Jake let his fingers wander over Marco’s face and grinned. The owner of this fucking expensive car could have really looked worse.
“You’re a greeny, too?” he suddenly realized.
“A what?”
“You have green eyes like me!”
Marco smiled. “Yeah, well, but yours can’t be overlooked.”
Oh fuck, Jake loved this shit. Especially when he was drunk. “You like them?” he asked much too eager. But Marco didn’t seem to mind, just nodded while his hand slid in the back of Jake’s neck. “And your lips…”
And with that he pulled Jake back to him, their lips clashing again, this time more roughness, more need, more hunger, and Jake couldn’t find it sexier. Soon their hands searched for more, Jake’s fingers stole themselves under Marco’s shirt whereas Marco reached down for Jake’s ass. So so fucking good. But still it wasn’t enough.
“Bed?”
“Bed!”
They stumbled to the bed, fell directly onto it, not once unlocking their lips. The shirts had to go away, were opened, dragged, got rid of, the annoying trousers as well, away with it!
And then suddenly Marco sat up, looked down to Jake, the intense and longing gaze making Jake swallow, while he waited impatiently for Marco to do something but Marco just let his fingers wander lightly over Jake’s written tattoo on his breast, leaned down again, kissing the tattoos on Jake’s neck, with his lips, his tongue, softly, caressing, leaving Jake’s skin all tingly and it was just like Jake had imagined it.
Then again, the intensity came back, the softness gave way to the hunger and roughness. Marco’s hands stroked relentlessly over Jake’s body, the kisses got greedy and Jake laughed breathlessly because it kind of felt like Marco had sex like playing football. A constant change of pace, a change between slowing down and speeding up, lustfully playing with the opponent, leaving him devoted, submissive and wasted.
Well, it worked. Marco’s hand glided further down Jake’s belly between his legs, covering his cock, squeezing it and shit, Jake had to moan loudly.
His body began to burn under Marco’s touch, the one hand again and again stroking his cock under his pants, the other grabbing his loins fiercely, Marco’s lips sliding down, down, down his breast, small bites in his side and “God, fuck, Marco, so fucking good” Jake moaned because he really had to say that out loud. He couldn’t wait to feel Marco’s lips down there but then all of a sudden Marco stopped, cursed quietly and sat up. And no, it wasn’t a good sign that this intense lust in Marco’s look was almost gone.
“What?”
Marco sighed, his hand running over Jake’s thigh. “I… I can’t… I’m sorry.”
“What??” Jake wasn’t sure if Marco really meant what he thought he meant.
“I want to… really… but I can’t. I’m sorry.”
What? Jake looked at Marco in disbelief. Marco sighed again.
“Well, to me it doesn’t look like you can’t!” Jake pointed at Marco’s full erect boner under his pants.
“I’m sorry.” The thumb of Marco’s hand caressed the skin around Jake’s belly button. “I… I can’t stop thinking…. about… I don’t know what you did today… at work… what you are going to do tomorrow, and with whom. And I… I’m thinking what does he like… when he’s a porn actor. Maybe he likes something like… I don’t- ”
“I like kissing, touching and fucking, actually. Nothing special.” Jake interrupted Marco desperately.
Marco smiled. A sweet and lovely smile and Jake was just thinking, when you smile like this, why the hell don’t you fuck me then?
Jake put his hands over his face and groaned loudly. “You can’t be serious! You cannot work me up like this and then quit!! That’s torture! There should be some kind of penalty for it.”
And no, Marco’s soft laughter didn’t make it better.
Jake turned around, buried his head under a cushion and groaned again.
“Hellish?”
Marco apparently had seen the tattoo on his back. “Nice. I like it.” Jake felt Marco’s hand gliding over it.
“Don’t touch it! If you leave me like this, you are not allowed to touch it.” Jake mumbled under the cushion.
Again he heard Marco’s soft laughter before he felt Marco’s lips just above his ass. So he really had the audacity…!
“Don’t. Touch. It.” At least he wouldn’t need Viagra tomorrow for the shooting. He would just have to think about this fucking idiot.
“Can I lie beside you?”
“No!”
“I could jerk you off, if you want.”
What?? “No!” Where the hell did that come from? And why was Marco suddenly all cheery?
The mattress lowered beside him and Jake peeked under the cushion.
Fucking smiling Marco there. “Want me to get you something? An ice pack?”
“No.”
“A drink?”
“No.”
“Nuts?”
“Nuts? You must be kidding!”
Marco laughed. “You rather want to suffer, right?!”
“Yes!”
“Okay…”
No, nothing was okay.
“I like you, you know.” Marco said quietly, laying there and just looking at him, with these amused and loving eyes.
Jake groaned. Not that as well! He liked Marco, too. That was the problem. He hated Marco for not being only a fucking one-night-stand, for being lovely and cute and somehow fucking romantic.
Jake breathed in and out deeply. Well, he could forget about the sex, anyway, so why not… chat?
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“How can you stand hiding all the time that you like men?”
Marco shrugged his shoulders. “I love football. I love playing football. So I guess when you’re young and you grow up in this soccer world, always with the possibility to live your dream… you think you don’t need anything else… and when you’re older… you don’t have a choice anymore. It’s a sacrifice you have to take to live this life. So the number one love of your life becomes football, I guess.”
Jake wondered if he would be able to live a life like that. Or if he could imagine to have a partner like that. Cheering for your partner in the stadium, his token woman sitting right beside you. If he could stand that.
Marco rested on his elbow, tilted his head and smiled. “You do this on purpose, don’t you? Looking sometimes like a cute little stray puppy?”
“Just trying to become the number two love of your life. Isn’t working?”
Marco laughed. “A bit…”
“Well, I guess you wouldn’t take a pornstar, anyway.”
“To be honest… If I came out… I guess my boyfriend being a pornstar wouldn’t make that much of a difference. They would tear me to pieces, anyway. In fact it would be even quiet convenient. The press would only lunge at you and leave me alone, let me play football.” Marco laughed.
“Oh okay, we could discuss this.” Jake said jokingly serious as if they were negotiating a contract. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind all the attention.” Then he laughed. “Ah fuck it, I’m bad. I’m no different from all the other attention whores. So they will say: He’s only with him because of the money. Marco deserves better. But you know that’s not true, right? I don’t care about your money, okay, I just care about your car.”
“Lucky me I have a car like this. I even have three, by the way.” Marco smiled nonchalantly.
“Whaaaat? You tell me now?” Jake almost screamed and made an exuberant astonished face before they both cracked up laughing.
Oh, fuck, he loved being around with this guy. Life seemed to be more easy with him.
“So…” Marco cleared his throat. “So… why do you do porn?”
Jake shrugged his shoulders. “It just happened actually.”
“And…” Marco hesitated, “would you… stop?”
“Sure. I don’t want to do porn forever…”
Marco nodded, and Jake was pretty sure he was somehow relieved.
Then the smirk was back. “Can I kiss you again?”
Pfff… all this ‘I can’t, I’m sorry’ shit and now he wanted to kiss again? Jake wrinkled his forehead. “Ehm, no!”
“So we are back to ‘No!’?”, Marco asked with this amused gaze in his eyes, imitating Jake’s long-drawn-out response.
“Yeees!” Jake answered the same way. “I mean, why is kissing okay?”
Marco shrugged his shoulders. “We already did it.”
“So let’s fuck, then we already did that, too.”
Marco didn’t answer, just looked at Jake patiently, waiting till Jake finally rolled his eyes, sighed and surrendered. “Okay…”
Of course the kissing was nice and sweet and then again so fucking hot and Marco was really cute and …Ah fuck it, Jake knew he already fell to deep. Way to deep.
***
The next morning Jake awoke to his ringing mobile. The set manager of the movie was asking where he was. Fuck!
He turned to Marco who squinted at him, “Have to go?”
Jake bit his lip. “Yeah.” He didn’t want to though. Why couldn’t he stay here with Marco? Why couldn’t Marco stay here in Berlin?
“Don’t leave today.”
“I have to.”
Jake sighed. Fucking fate, or whatever. With heavy limbs that refused to work he got up and dressed himself. When he was finished he sat down on the bed again.
“If you promise me we meet again, I tell you my name, okay?”
Marco smiled and nodded. “Okay…”
“Promise, okay?”
Marco nodded again, “I promise.”
“You know like really promise okay? Like on your dead grandma’s grave or something.”
Marco laughed. “Yes, I promise.”
“So where do we meet again?”
Marco shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, Vegas, Miami, New York, Dortmund. I've got money, remember?”
Jake laughed. “Okay, I get it. By the way, when you score a goal the next time: You do this monkey thing again? For me?”
Marco smiled. “Maybe. Or something else. You’ll see.”
“Okay, now my name.” Jake exhaled. “Finally.” Jake leaned forward, whispering his name in Marco’s ear.
Marco laughed. “Uh-la-la-la.”
Jake laughed, too. “Yeah, uh-lalala. So next time when we really fuck, I want you to scream it, okay?”
Marco smiled this loving smile that Jake already fell in love with. “Okay...”
Then Jake’s mobile rang again. He rolled his eyes, shouted “Yes, I’m coming” into the phone, and gave Marco a quick but tender kiss on the mouth.
“Bye.”
Green eyes looked at green eyes.
“Bye.”
And with this he left the one-night-stand he never had.
But thinking about their future encounter in... wherever... this wasn't really something bad.
***
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***
Jake walked out of the hotel, lit a cigarette and put the fur of his coat tighter around his neck. Berlin was cold. Fucking. Freezing. Cold.
He didn’t mind though. The trip has been great so far and somehow the cold reminded him of home.
He took a look around and smiled instantly when he saw a black Aston Martin parking in front of the hotel. He always had a thing for fast cars … Okay, which guy hasn't - but to him fast cars always set free some serious vivid fantasies, sending pulsing vibes right through his body. Or down to his groin to be precise.
Like now. With this car. Man... he could see himself leaning against it, in a dark and quiet alley, kissing another guy. Hot kisses in this fucking, freezing air of Berlin, steaming breath, the urge to have sex, the need to feel more, groping hands everywhere, eager to find warm and smooth flesh, eager to undo annoying belts.
Right here?
Yes!
Sweater up, pants down, a panted Turn around, hands on the spoiler in search for stability, the well-known pressure, then thrusts and moaning, God, yes, so good, the grip tightening, the thrusts getting heavier, the moaning getting louder, So fucking fucking good, eyes closing, lips biting, thousands of sparks running through the veins, the body tensing, till it hits them both, loud and releasing, leaving wet spots on the shiny black paint of the car.
Jake smiled. Yeah, that would definitly keep him warm.
The problem of course was - he had neither got the car nor the guy for doing that.
Come to think of it, what a shame that he, Jake Bass the pornstar, who has had so much sex with such plenty of guys on so many cool locations, hasn’t had sex on a damn fucking car like this. How could that have happened? Well, not have happened.
Jake took a drag of his cigarette, walked over to the Aston Martin and pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket.
The car probably belonged to an old, fat and ugly guy, anyway.
But when Jake was just about to take a picture to post it on his Insta account, a young blond guy around his age, wearing some cool clothes, came out of the hotel and unlocked the car.
What the- ?
Jake’s lips turned into a grin. So far for old, fat and ugly.
The guy turned around and looked at the phone in Jake’s hand.
“Sorry, I just love cars” Jake said, feeling like he should somehow apologize for taking a picture of another man’s car.
The guy nodded with a little smile, then opened the door of his car and was about to get in. But Jake wasn’t done yet.
“Really nice car you have there. Won the lottery? I mean, to be able to afford a car like that you must be at least I don’t know some kind of german Eminem or something.”
The guy laughed softly but before he could answer, Jake continued, “I mean you don’t look like a banker. Or an attorney. Or are you some rich heir and just inherited tons of money? Not that there is something wrong with that.“
Yeah well, that was him. Talking before thinking and talking a lot.
But the guy didn’t seem to mind. He smiled, actually quite cute, until he eventually interrupted Jake calmly, “I’m a soccer player.”
Oh. Okay. Soccer then.
Well, too bad he wasn’t a soccer player either. Definitely wouldn’t mind the car. And the money.
Of course there were some downsides to it. Especially the thing with being- ”So you’re one of these guys that are never supposed to be gay, right?”
The guy laughed. “Yeah, one of these guys. If you want to put it like that.”
Maybe the money and the car made up for it. And the fame, of course.
“And didn’t you win the world cup?”
Ouch, that must have hurt. The guy’s face twitched, just a little, just for a second but Jake had already seen it.
“I was injured. I couldn’t go to Brazil,” the guy said quietly, trying to sound not that hurt.
Now Jake felt bad. Really bad. “Sorry, man, I didn’t know. If I had known, I wouldn’t have said anything, obviously. I didn’t want to rub salt into your wound like… obviously.” Jake made a typical exuberant-Jake-face because yeah, well, obviously...
The guy shrugged his shoulders. “It’s okay, it’s in the past. I’m looking forward.”
Jake nodded. He still felt bad because he already liked that guy and wanted to bring the smile back on his face. Or maybe it was just the car... he wasn’t sure.
So why not find out and get to the point quickly?
He took a last drag of his cigarette and tossed it aside.
“You wouldn’t take me for a ride, would you?”
Well, at least the guy laughed again.
***
The guy of course said no, said he had to take a friend, but there was something about his reaction, the look in his eyes, the small hesitation, the way he licked his lips… that Jake refused to leave it at that. He wanted more.
So after their encounter, Jake tried everything to cross this guy’s path again. Smoked too many cigarettes in front of the hotel, lingered for a suspiciously long time in the lobby and persuaded a few guys of the crew after shooting to drink a few last drinks too much in the bar. But nothing.
Tired and drunk he fell into his bed. Fuck you, Mr. Rich-Soccer-Boy. Or whatever you're fucking name is.
When he had to leave the hotel for shooting the next morning and the black Aston Martin was parked in front of the hotel again, he hurried back inside, asked the receptionist for pen and paper, wrote a note and put it behind the wiper of the car.
Fancy a drink tonight?
Jake, the guy from yesterday, taking a picture of your car and talking too much
Then his number.
Well, it was worth a try.
During the day, however, his mood got from excited to nervous to sulky. To really really sulky. While shooting he checked his mobile on every possible occasion, spent every free minute googling the guy (his name was Marco Reus and there was definitely too much to google), waited and waited for a message, and got more and more frustrated, finally having problems to hide his bad mood, leaving the director almost to the verge of despair.
Back at the hotel, he was so pissed off that he decided to forget about the whole thing. After all the car was no Lamborghini and the guy was no Ronaldo.
But just when he was about to twitter something nasty about arrogant, rich guys and german impoliteness, his phone vibrated.
Sorry… I already have plans for tonight. Marco
And all of a sudden, Jake’s mood changed from being extremely pissed off to being extremely thrilled.
Okay, Marco did not take his invitation, but Jake hadn’t really expected him to. Marco had answered and Jake got his number, and that was all that mattered.
Almost giddy with excitement, he quickly wrote back. Nice tats you have!
The response fortunately didn’t take long.
So you already found me on the internet. A monkey hiding his eyes concluded the message.
Jake bit his lips and grinned.
Yeah, googled cute guy with hot car, who apparently plays soccer. Just got you as a result.
And because he just couldn’t resist, he added: And I know now that I not just want to ride your car.
He really, really could not not have written that, it was just too tempting, but as soon as he had written it, he regretted it. Because… why did he always have to do things like this? He didn’t know the guy at all and just because he thought this was funny… The first sentence had been probably bold enough for the guy already.
Jake groaned frustrated. His heart began pounding ridiculously loud in his ears and he stared at the phone in his hands without blinking once, hoping he hadn’t scared the guy off completely.
Then the phone vibrated again and Jake’s heart pounded even louder.
Sorry, I’m not gay, remember ;)
Jake exhaled relieved. Marco was still talking to him, so nothing lost yet.
Yeah, me neither, he wrote back and added quickly so that the conversation wouldn’t stop:
So what does your written tattoo say?
Again there was no direct response but this time it didn’t take too long till the beep sounded again. Jake wiped over his phone to read the message.
Didn’t google enough? ;)
The biggest adventure you can take is to live your dream :)
Jake smiled. Love it. Because he just did.
You have tattoos, too, right? I think I saw a tattoo on your hand?
Now Jake was really excited. If that was no proof that Marco was interested in him!
Yeah, on both hands, he replied and wanted to add “and one on my ass” but left it at: …and on some other parts.
The next message came immediately.
Some other parts??? Not sure I want to know what those other parts are! Again Marco sent the monkey with his hands over his eyes.
Jake laughed softly.
He was relieved that Marco was as easy going as he thought he would be. Besides he loved the fact that Marco didn’t know who he was and what every centimeter of his body looked like, like so many other people did. Not that he was ashamed of what he's been doing, quite the contrary, he was proud of what he had achieved as a pornstar. But the thought of being undressed and seen naked for the first time, the other guy exploring his tattoos one by one… yeah, that intrigued him somehow.
Of course he knew if this was going somewhere - and he badly wanted it to - he couldn’t wait forever to tell Marco but just now he enjoyed it.
No worries. Only G-rated parts. But I have a written one too, he wrote.
Cool. What does it say?
We are here to laugh at the odds and live our life so well that death will tremble to take us.
Then several minutes nothing happened. Jake’s fingers twitched over the key pad, typing things like Got you thinking?, deleted it, typed Still there?, deleted it again, typed I was just interested in your car anyway because he was getting pissed off again until he got Marco’s next message.
Sounds cool. Is it a quote?
When Jake sent his answer, Charles Bukowski, another message from Marco was already there:
I’m going to the Rose Club with two friends. If you have nothing better to do… like to join us?
Jake smiled widely. Hell yes, he fucking liked to join them! Yes, yes, yes!
So he wrote: Maybe ;)
***
The club was packed, the music was booming and the frequency they drank their shots was frightening. Jake loved it. The location, the music, the dancing.
It was a fun night out and he liked Marco more every minute, being pretty sure that it wasn’t just because of the booze.
Marco’s friends were nice, too. Marcel and Robin. They instantly talked to him, wanted to know what kind of music he was listening to, where he was from, if he could speak French then, and Jake answered willingly and yeah, he probably was already drunk.
The only thing missing was him kissing Marco, running his hands down this fit and lean body, thrusting his hips against Marco’s while dancing to the music. But they weren’t in a gay club and Marco wasn’t “gay”, at least not officially, although Jake had seen how Marco has been looking at him, dancing, swaying his body.
He really liked Marco. Marco was fun. On the one hand modest and somehow shy but on the other so fun-loving and so admirably full of laughter that Jake wanted to taste those smiling lips, wanted to run his fingers through this blond hair and just wanted Marco to want him.
So no, he didn’t mind that Marco watched him dance like that.
And then Marco finally popped the question.
“So what are you doing in Berlin?” he asked, leaning forward to Jake. And Jake knew this was the point where he had to tell the truth with no return.
“I’m shooting a movie. A porn movie. I do porn.”
Marco raised an eyebrow and began to laugh. “Okay…”
So okay, no, he didn’t believe it.
Jake tried to look serious. “You don’t mind then?”
Marco still laughed, his eyes full of disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”
Jake shook his head. “Well, no…”
Marco almost choked on his drink. “For real? You are a… you do porn? Like… porn?”
Jake nodded, while Marco looked at him curiously. He took it as a good sign that now that Marco slowly realized that Jake wasn’t joking that little warm-loving shine in his eyes did not go away.
“But aren’t they supposed to be like… tall… and -”
“Don’t say ‘handsome’!” Jake raised his eyes reproachfully.
“No!” Marco laughed even harder. “I don’t know… maybe shaven? Or maybe less… inked?”
“And how much gay porn exactly did you watch so that you would know?”
Marco smiled affirmatively. “Okay, I get it.”
He looked at Jake attentively now, not disregarding, just… curious. Then he took a look around in the club and leaned over to Jake again. “Do you mind, if we shift the party to my hotel room? It’s… safer.”
No. Jake didn’t mind. Not at all. Maybe a little that Marcel and Robin came along though. He wouldn’t say he’s getting possessive when he is drunk but yeah, maybe just a little.
In Marco’s room the chatting, drinking and the music just continued where it stopped and the only thing still missing was Jake kissing Marco. Jake’s body by now longed for touching of any kind, his lips wanted to feel smooth and salty skin and he had to restrain his hands like naughty school children because they so wanted to wander between Marco’s legs. He could already hear Marco moan, his eyes filled with lust, his body writhing, begging Jake to touch him -
Fuck! He had too much to drink and these other guys were really nice but…
Jake cursed silently.
Well, at least they had another topic now: Jake being a pornstar.
“So, Jake isn’t your real name?” Marcel asked curiously.
Jake shook his head.
“So, what is it?”
Jake smiled secretively. “Well…”
And because he didn’t want to spoil the fun, he added: ”It’s French…”
Marco handed Jake a drink, sank onto the couch next to Marcel and tapped on his phone.
“Alain?”
Jake laughed. “No.”
“Antoine?”
“No.”
Marcel leaned to Marco to have a look on the display. “Scroll down, scroll down… here: Fabrice!”
Pff. “No.”
Now Robin wanted to join in as well. “Pierre?”
“Non.”
“So it’s Pierre!” Marcel suddenly called out in excitement. “You said ‘non’, you revealed yourself!”
Jake shook pityingly his head. Marcel groaned frustrated while Marco and Robin chuckled.
“So that’s it? Out of guesses?” Jake asked provokingly.
Marco looked at him with a sexy little smile that went straight down to his groin: “Can you moan it?”
“Huh?” Jake wasn’t sure if he had heard right or if it was just his imagination going wild.
“Can you moan it? Like for example ‘Oh, yes! Ah, Françoiiiise’!” Marco moaned loudly, adding a soft and long-drawn-out “Fuuuck!”, again looking at Jake with this sexy smile, his hand tugging his trousers just besides his crotch.
Jake swallowed hard.
Okay, that’s it! There were too many images going on in his head. Jake wanted to touch Marco, wanted to kiss Marco, wanted to fuck Marco, wanted to lick his cock, whatever, just any bodily contact and he wanted it now!
He reached for the stereo equipment, turned the volume up, finished his drink and crawled to Marco. When he was just centimeters away from Marco’s face he began a slow and lascivious lap dance and whispered “No touching!” And yes, the way Marco’s eyes widened and he licked his lips then, was just how Jake wanted it to be.
There was some ooh-ing from the side but he didn’t mind. They could watch if they wanted to. He just wanted Marco. Desperately. And Marco looked at him as if he wanted him, too. How convenient.
Jake rolled his belly, rubbing his crotch with the slow beat of the music against Marco’s crotch and with every move they both breathed heavier and heavier until Jake finally decided that he had craved enough. He leaned forward, a gentle tug at Marco’s bottom lip and then… the touch of soft lips, the taste of alcohol and Marco’s welcoming tongue, warm and tender. God, this felt so good.
Again soft chuckles and whispering from the side, then Marcel and Robin wisely got up to leave the room.
Marco called something in German after them that had to be some kind of goodbye but sounded really like something else.
“Piss Morning Jews??” Jake tried to imitate it.
Marco laughed softly. “Yeah, almost.”
Then they were finally alone.
For a moment they just looked at each other. Enjoying the moment, the excitement of what may happen, the beauty of it.
Jake let his fingers wander over Marco’s face and grinned. The owner of this fucking expensive car could have really looked worse.
“You’re a greeny, too?” he suddenly realized.
“A what?”
“You have green eyes like me!”
Marco smiled. “Yeah, well, but yours can’t be overlooked.”
Oh fuck, Jake loved this shit. Especially when he was drunk. “You like them?” he asked much too eager. But Marco didn’t seem to mind, just nodded while his hand slid in the back of Jake’s neck. “And your lips…”
And with that he pulled Jake back to him, their lips clashing again, this time more roughness, more need, more hunger, and Jake couldn’t find it sexier. Soon their hands searched for more, Jake’s fingers stole themselves under Marco’s shirt whereas Marco reached down for Jake’s ass. So so fucking good. But still it wasn’t enough.
“Bed?”
“Bed!”
They stumbled to the bed, fell directly onto it, not once unlocking their lips. The shirts had to go away, were opened, dragged, got rid of, the annoying trousers as well, away with it!
And then suddenly Marco sat up, looked down to Jake, the intense and longing gaze making Jake swallow, while he waited impatiently for Marco to do something but Marco just let his fingers wander lightly over Jake’s written tattoo on his breast, leaned down again, kissing the tattoos on Jake’s neck, with his lips, his tongue, softly, caressing, leaving Jake’s skin all tingly and it was just like Jake had imagined it.
Then again, the intensity came back, the softness gave way to the hunger and roughness. Marco’s hands stroked relentlessly over Jake’s body, the kisses got greedy and Jake laughed breathlessly because it kind of felt like Marco had sex like playing football. A constant change of pace, a change between slowing down and speeding up, lustfully playing with the opponent, leaving him devoted, submissive and wasted.
Well, it worked. Marco’s hand glided further down Jake’s belly between his legs, covering his cock, squeezing it and shit, Jake had to moan loudly.
His body began to burn under Marco’s touch, the one hand again and again stroking his cock under his pants, the other grabbing his loins fiercely, Marco’s lips sliding down, down, down his breast, small bites in his side and “God, fuck, Marco, so fucking good” Jake moaned because he really had to say that out loud. He couldn’t wait to feel Marco’s lips down there but then all of a sudden Marco stopped, cursed quietly and sat up. And no, it wasn’t a good sign that this intense lust in Marco’s look was almost gone.
“What?”
Marco sighed, his hand running over Jake’s thigh. “I… I can’t… I’m sorry.”
“What??” Jake wasn’t sure if Marco really meant what he thought he meant.
“I want to… really… but I can’t. I’m sorry.”
What? Jake looked at Marco in disbelief. Marco sighed again.
“Well, to me it doesn’t look like you can’t!” Jake pointed at Marco’s full erect boner under his pants.
“I’m sorry.” The thumb of Marco’s hand caressed the skin around Jake’s belly button. “I… I can’t stop thinking…. about… I don’t know what you did today… at work… what you are going to do tomorrow, and with whom. And I… I’m thinking what does he like… when he’s a porn actor. Maybe he likes something like… I don’t- ”
“I like kissing, touching and fucking, actually. Nothing special.” Jake interrupted Marco desperately.
Marco smiled. A sweet and lovely smile and Jake was just thinking, when you smile like this, why the hell don’t you fuck me then?
Jake put his hands over his face and groaned loudly. “You can’t be serious! You cannot work me up like this and then quit!! That’s torture! There should be some kind of penalty for it.”
And no, Marco’s soft laughter didn’t make it better.
Jake turned around, buried his head under a cushion and groaned again.
“Hellish?”
Marco apparently had seen the tattoo on his back. “Nice. I like it.” Jake felt Marco’s hand gliding over it.
“Don’t touch it! If you leave me like this, you are not allowed to touch it.” Jake mumbled under the cushion.
Again he heard Marco’s soft laughter before he felt Marco’s lips just above his ass. So he really had the audacity…!
“Don’t. Touch. It.” At least he wouldn’t need Viagra tomorrow for the shooting. He would just have to think about this fucking idiot.
“Can I lie beside you?”
“No!”
“I could jerk you off, if you want.”
What?? “No!” Where the hell did that come from? And why was Marco suddenly all cheery?
The mattress lowered beside him and Jake peeked under the cushion.
Fucking smiling Marco there. “Want me to get you something? An ice pack?”
“No.”
“A drink?”
“No.”
“Nuts?”
“Nuts? You must be kidding!”
Marco laughed. “You rather want to suffer, right?!”
“Yes!”
“Okay…”
No, nothing was okay.
“I like you, you know.” Marco said quietly, laying there and just looking at him, with these amused and loving eyes.
Jake groaned. Not that as well! He liked Marco, too. That was the problem. He hated Marco for not being only a fucking one-night-stand, for being lovely and cute and somehow fucking romantic.
Jake breathed in and out deeply. Well, he could forget about the sex, anyway, so why not… chat?
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“How can you stand hiding all the time that you like men?”
Marco shrugged his shoulders. “I love football. I love playing football. So I guess when you’re young and you grow up in this soccer world, always with the possibility to live your dream… you think you don’t need anything else… and when you’re older… you don’t have a choice anymore. It’s a sacrifice you have to take to live this life. So the number one love of your life becomes football, I guess.”
Jake wondered if he would be able to live a life like that. Or if he could imagine to have a partner like that. Cheering for your partner in the stadium, his token woman sitting right beside you. If he could stand that.
Marco rested on his elbow, tilted his head and smiled. “You do this on purpose, don’t you? Looking sometimes like a cute little stray puppy?”
“Just trying to become the number two love of your life. Isn’t working?”
Marco laughed. “A bit…”
“Well, I guess you wouldn’t take a pornstar, anyway.”
“To be honest… If I came out… I guess my boyfriend being a pornstar wouldn’t make that much of a difference. They would tear me to pieces, anyway. In fact it would be even quiet convenient. The press would only lunge at you and leave me alone, let me play football.” Marco laughed.
“Oh okay, we could discuss this.” Jake said jokingly serious as if they were negotiating a contract. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind all the attention.” Then he laughed. “Ah fuck it, I’m bad. I’m no different from all the other attention whores. So they will say: He’s only with him because of the money. Marco deserves better. But you know that’s not true, right? I don’t care about your money, okay, I just care about your car.”
“Lucky me I have a car like this. I even have three, by the way.” Marco smiled nonchalantly.
“Whaaaat? You tell me now?” Jake almost screamed and made an exuberant astonished face before they both cracked up laughing.
Oh, fuck, he loved being around with this guy. Life seemed to be more easy with him.
“So…” Marco cleared his throat. “So… why do you do porn?”
Jake shrugged his shoulders. “It just happened actually.”
“And…” Marco hesitated, “would you… stop?”
“Sure. I don’t want to do porn forever…”
Marco nodded, and Jake was pretty sure he was somehow relieved.
Then the smirk was back. “Can I kiss you again?”
Pfff… all this ‘I can’t, I’m sorry’ shit and now he wanted to kiss again? Jake wrinkled his forehead. “Ehm, no!”
“So we are back to ‘No!’?”, Marco asked with this amused gaze in his eyes, imitating Jake’s long-drawn-out response.
“Yeees!” Jake answered the same way. “I mean, why is kissing okay?”
Marco shrugged his shoulders. “We already did it.”
“So let’s fuck, then we already did that, too.”
Marco didn’t answer, just looked at Jake patiently, waiting till Jake finally rolled his eyes, sighed and surrendered. “Okay…”
Of course the kissing was nice and sweet and then again so fucking hot and Marco was really cute and …Ah fuck it, Jake knew he already fell to deep. Way to deep.
***
The next morning Jake awoke to his ringing mobile. The set manager of the movie was asking where he was. Fuck!
He turned to Marco who squinted at him, “Have to go?”
Jake bit his lip. “Yeah.” He didn’t want to though. Why couldn’t he stay here with Marco? Why couldn’t Marco stay here in Berlin?
“Don’t leave today.”
“I have to.”
Jake sighed. Fucking fate, or whatever. With heavy limbs that refused to work he got up and dressed himself. When he was finished he sat down on the bed again.
“If you promise me we meet again, I tell you my name, okay?”
Marco smiled and nodded. “Okay…”
“Promise, okay?”
Marco nodded again, “I promise.”
“You know like really promise okay? Like on your dead grandma’s grave or something.”
Marco laughed. “Yes, I promise.”
“So where do we meet again?”
Marco shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, Vegas, Miami, New York, Dortmund. I've got money, remember?”
Jake laughed. “Okay, I get it. By the way, when you score a goal the next time: You do this monkey thing again? For me?”
Marco smiled. “Maybe. Or something else. You’ll see.”
“Okay, now my name.” Jake exhaled. “Finally.” Jake leaned forward, whispering his name in Marco’s ear.
Marco laughed. “Uh-la-la-la.”
Jake laughed, too. “Yeah, uh-lalala. So next time when we really fuck, I want you to scream it, okay?”
Marco smiled this loving smile that Jake already fell in love with. “Okay...”
Then Jake’s mobile rang again. He rolled his eyes, shouted “Yes, I’m coming” into the phone, and gave Marco a quick but tender kiss on the mouth.
“Bye.”
Green eyes looked at green eyes.
“Bye.”
And with this he left the one-night-stand he never had.
But thinking about their future encounter in... wherever... this wasn't really something bad.
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