I bite back a laugh. “See you tomorrow, and thanks again for the pizza, camera guy Hayden.”
“Night, movie star,” he mocks, and I laugh, my stomach rumbling as I leave the room to go back to my trailer. I finish off my root beer before tucking myself under the covers of the stiff bed. Closing my eyes, Hayden pops into my head again, and I expect him to fade away once sleep finally takes me, but instead he follows me into my dreams.
Three
Hayden
I wait until everyone clears the building before cleaning up my workstation. I box up the remaining pizza and shove it in a fridge in another room, looking around me. It’s quiet, the echo of my footsteps being the only thing I hear as I walk out one of the back doors. The door clicks behind me. It locks automatically whenever someone walks out. Setting my camera down on one of the picnic tables, I look toward the only trailer with lights on.
The other two are vacant. No one usually sleeps on the set, rather they check in at hotels or Airbnb’s nearby. Not Sterling, though. When he’s not forced to stay over in his trailer, he books a bed and breakfast close to a pond or lake. He loves sunbathing during breaks and days off, taking full advantage during summertime.
He never cares how far the drive is and prefers to take his own car. It’s getting harder to do, though, because when he has to stop for gas or groceries, someone almost always recognizes him. A man was following him to the bathroom once, but thanks to me being in the right place at the right time, he never found out about it the hard way like he would have if I wasn’t around.
He’s lucky to have me and doesn’t realize it. If I didn’t watch and protect him, no one would.
I hide in one of the dark corners, waiting for the lights to go off in his trailer. Come on, my little star, go to sleep already. It’s time for cute little idols like you to close those pretty green eyes. You can always tell from his performance how much rest he’s gotten the previous night, by how many times he blinks between sentences and how quick or slow his movements are.
I smile when the lights shut off, and I step out of the shadows. I lift my smaller camera from my bag and tread carefully toward the trailer with light steps. I’ve had a lot of practice being quiet and quick on my feet. Resting my camera on my shoulder, I pick up speed, always staying on guard. Anyone could pop up from anywhere.
At least I know for sure it won’t be the guard he has working for him tonight. I offered the overly tired man some coffee and he took it without question, thanking me. He drank it quickly and didn’t leave a single drop. Minutes passed and he was out like a light. That gives me at least an hour of not worrying about him interrupting me while I film my next favorite movie.
Leaning forward, I cup my fingers around the glass window where the curtains don’t reach. The moon casts shapes across the walls and small table. I can’t make out much, though, and I didn’t go through all this trouble to not get him in the frame. I need to give myself something to watch while I have my morning Red Bull and donuts. Something to get off to in the shower. He’s so fucking beautiful, and I get fucking moody when I missa night of not seeing him in only the way I get to. Naked and dreaming.
He always gets hot in his sleep and kicks his covers half off, enough for his cock to peek out, getting hard from whatever he’s dreaming about. Then the cover slides over his skin, causing his tip to leak even more. I almost lost control last week and reached lower with my tongue to swipe against the shiny spot.
How much of him will he show me tonight? Will his hand stroke more than his stomach this time? Maybe I’ll actually give him what we both know he needs in order to not be so restless. That would involve me crossing the line, but is it really wrong if it does him more good than harm? Is it really wrong if it’s going to help him relax after a long day?
My breath fogs the glass and I press my ear to the window. He has a sound machine playing. Sounds like whale songs. I laugh. Leave it to him to always surprise me. Not that I couldn’t already guess he’d be a fan of the ocean. He’s so damn attracted to water and basking in the sun.
He often talks to friends on the phone about buying a boat and learning to surf. He’s always wanting to try new things but whenever he does, it’s never enough. They aren’t the right things. They’re just for typical run-of-the-mill guys with too much money to burn, but they’re not for someone like him. He’s not like everyone else. I already know that, but he needs to know it too.
I wiggle the handle on the trailer and the door pulls open easily. He needs to be more careful with where he lets his guard down. He doesn’t realize how many people would do anything to be near him. He doesn’t realize how special he is.
I stick my head into the small, empty space, and he’s lying still on the mattress, flat on his back. A fan circulates, adding to the noise of the sound machine, and his hand twitches, but the restof him doesn’t move. His feet are sticking out of the blanket, and I can hear his snores as I step all the way inside the trailer.
I close the door behind me, lifting my video camera and hitting the record button. His head rolls from side to side and he murmurs something in his sleep. My breathing picks up, but it’s always hard for it not to whenever I’m this close to him. I can smell his cologne. The sweet notes sweep into my nose, lighter than they were when he walked past me this morning. He likes to shower in the morning. It helps him wake up.
I prefer showering at night, but I’m willing to meet him halfway if I have to later down the line in our forming relationship. Can’t he feel how fast it’s blooming? I zoom in, focusing the lens on one of his small pink nipples. My mouth waters and I crouch beside the bed to run the tip of my fingers over the top. His nose twitches and I do it again, biting back a groan as he arches his body.
“You’re so perfect, my little idol,” I say. I’m getting braver and braver. I only watched and filmed the first few months. Then I slowly worked my way to touching his hair, but now I’m trying my luck with touching more. I rub over the other nipple with my thumb and he moans, thrusting his hips. I use the lens hood to push back the covers, and his cock hardens against his thigh.
My tongue sticks out and I press my hand to the bed to keep my face from getting closer. I want to taste him so bad. He startles a little, eyes fluttering but staying closed. Kicking a foot forward, he pushes the blanket close to the edge of the bed, then he turns over onto his side, scooting closer to the trailer wall and tossing his leg over a pillow.
He rolls his hips and a humming sound comes from him. Does he dream about me like I dream of him? He was so chatty with me earlier, dragging out our conversation and smiling more than I’ve seen him do with anyone else. Has he been watching me like I’ve watched him and I just haven’t noticed before?
My fingers feather over his hip and he humps the pillow again, his ass cheeks flexing. His leg lifts higher, his hole on perfect display. It’s dark pink and twitching. My tongue hangs out further and I close my eyes, taking a breath before opening them again. I set the camera on the bed, the hood nudging at one of the fleshy globes. It spreads him a little wider and my cock strains in my jeans.
My breath hitches and I rub my face over the bed, licking at the wet spots. He got himself off here today. I can taste his cum on the bed. I can smell every bit of him on the sheets and I’m like a dog, scenting everywhere I can. I move when he rolls back onto his back. His arms and legs stretch out and his lips part. He’s always in such a deep sleep.
I’ve never known anyone to sleep through so much the way he does. He must really wear himself out during the day. Lifting myself higher and straightening my knees a little, I grab the pillow he can never seem to leave his house without, and a pill bottle lands between his legs.
I pick it up, reading the label, and smile. So that’s why he barely budges when I’m here. That’s why it’s so easy to get in and out of his house and hotel rooms while he’s sleeping. My eyes widen at the dosage, my lips spreading into a big smile. “I could do whatever I wanted and you’d never know, would you?”
I press a soft kiss to his hip bone, causing a grouping of goosebumps to rise. “So, so beautiful.”
I lick a line above his pubic hair and trace my nose along his happy trail. I bite at his belly button, my mouth pleading for more. His cockhead is swelling, body trembling.
“Does someone need to come but is unable to without help?”