Peter stared down at the dishes on the table. Calling out, "Maria, what is this crap?" "Senor Dragon, it is good Mexican food -" "Goddammit, I wanted elegant! Something nice to impress! Not some Mexican shit!" "Senor Cole, he likes Mexican food!" Maria protested. "He used to date my nephew Jose!" "Jose?" Peter echoed. "Yes, he's a good boy. He cleans pools, remember? He cleans your pool?" Peter gulped. "He's only sixteen!" "So?" Maria shrugged. "He don't care none." "Who doesn't? Cole?" "No, he likes them, how do you say? Young and smooth?" Maria smiled. "Good dinner with Senor Cole." She smiled as she walked away. The cook peered out at him. Peter stared at him. "What do you want?" The cook chattered at him in Mandarin Chinese and Peter grimaced. "Why don't I hire English speaking people?" <Because these peons work for pennies! > The cook chattered again and Peter started to turn away when he heard the cook say, "Cole Riccardi! Cole Riccardi! Big Star!" Peter nodded, pasting a smile on his face, resisting the urge to slam the man's head in the door. <Damn fucking illegal aliens, coming here - young and smooth? He's *fucked* my sixteen year old pool boy! > He hurried on to his room, intending to slip into something more comfortable, his thoughts scattered. <The damn Cook knows Cole Riccardi's name... man he's gonna make me millions! > As he slipped out of his clothes, he jumped into the shower. Soap in hand, he began to lather up, thinking about Cole's hands on his body, his lips on his skin. Rubbing the softly scented soap into his lightly haired body he stopped for a moment. <Smooth huh? > Eyeing his shaver he shook his head, <What *am* I thinking? Smooth I can do, *sixteen* I can't. My balls descended too long ago for me to get away with that particular lie. > Turning his face up to the water, he let it flow down his chest, allowing his imagination to be swept up in the sensation. <I wonder what he's like in bed? Does he play the 'action hero' or the 'romantic lead'? > Peter mused, <Or maybe he just likes to be 'Daddy'?> Wandering from the shower, wrapped in a soft robe, Peter was still thinking over what Maria had said. "Maria?" "Si Senor?" "Has Cole Riccardi fucked any other members of my staff?" "You mean other than my Jose and Chen's boy Sung?" "Chen's boy? He's *had* the cook's vertically and intellectually challenged offspring?" Peter gasped. "Si Senor. Senor Cole, he like short guys I guess." Eyes wide with amazement at yet more revelations in the 'who's done whom' Cole Riccardi saga, Peter snagged himself a drink and sank down onto the sofa. "Has he met the cat?" he asked as Maria flitted through the room. With a giggle, the woman waved her hand at him and ducked her head, "Oh Senor!" "And he refused *me*! What a bastard." Peter muttered to himself as he sipped his drink. The more he thought about it, the madder he got. < Damn bastard! How could he resist me, Peter Dragon! Oh Shit! That little worm, Stuart... I bet he's been telling Cole how I really am. I'll fire his snivelling ass. Shit. Well, wait. If I do that, I'll never find anyone else to put up with the shit I pile on Stuart. Damn Damn Damn. > "Senor Riccardi is here, Mr. Dragon." Maria called. "I'll see you tomorrow... have a nice time." Cole walked through the door, looking like every wet dream Peter had over him since they were together. <What had it been like? God I wish I could remember!> "Cole, come on in." "Peter." Cole's eyes swept the living area, stopping on a montage of photos. Walking over, he looked them over. "Ah, I see you know Bobby G." "He's married to my ex-wife." Peter said shortly, downing his drink. Heading to get another one, he changed his mind. "Drink, Cole?" "Perrier." Cole said absentmindedly. "Here you are," Peter moved to stand next to the bigger man. "Why? What about Bobby G?" "Just... looking." Cole said, sipping at the bottle. "Who's this?" He pointed. "My daughter." "Ah." Cole looked down at his feet. "Look, ah, Peter, I can't stay. I'm sorry that I got angry that you're straight, but...." "You can't stay?" Peter's voice raised an octave. "No, I... er..." Seeing the other man tongue tied, Peter placed his hand on Cole's arm. "What's wrong? Why can't you stay?" "Because I've got a date." Cole clutched the green bottle of water. "Whoa, wait a minute. I thought you had a date with me," Peter protested. <He can't do this to me! I'm in love with - I'm *what*???? > "No Peter, I mean a date where I stand a better than average chance of ending up horizontal," Cole grinned. "But..." Biting his lip, Peter realized he was on the very brink of saying it. Anything to keep the guy here. "So, I'm not good enough for you?" Allowing himself a wry smile, Cole shook his head, "Peter, we've been through this. You're *straight*, that's a tough obstacle to overcome for any gay man and I've just kind of lost the will to fight it anymore." "But I'm... interested in you." "No, you're interested in my box office success, which is very flattering but it won't keep me warm at night." "Cole..." "Peter, you wanted to talk about the movie, so talk. If not, I'll be on my way... I wouldn't want him going off the boil!" <What a manipulative bastard! > Peter gaped as Cole sipped his water and watched the hapless exec squirm beneath his gaze, <My God what a *guy*.> Suddenly in a fit of blind panic, madness or jealousy induced hysteria, Peter grabbed the bigger man's jacket and pulled him close, meeting his lips viciously, kissing him hard Gently, Cole removed himself from Peter's grip. "I really have to go," he said gently. "But... but I thought... you said... " Peter stammered. <Fuck! He's not going to do the movie! > "Goodbye, Peter... oh... and by the way, if Rafkin can do a decent rewrite for me, I'll do it." Cole smirked, watching as Peter squirmed again. He turned the doorknob and started to step out of the house. "Oh no, oh no, Cole Riccardi." Peter grinned at the star. "Get back in here." Cole laughed. "What?" As an answer, Peter, high on the fact that he had Cole back as the star, grabbed Cole once again, kicked the door shut, and advanced on the older man. "You're not getting away from me that easily." "Look... I appreciate you're willing to sacrifice it all to get me back in the shoot, but I've said," Cole backed against the sofa, falling backwards on it. "You've agreed," Peter nodded, advancing towards the prone man. "But you're not going to go out with any little Hispanic or Chinese boy - not when I want you." "This is always about what Peter Dragon wants!" Cole shouted, getting off the sofa and pushing past the hapless exec. "What about what I want? Huh?" He turned angrily to face Peter. "Think about this, Peter... think about what it must be like to be *me*." Peter ran through the possibilities. "Good looking, any wo - I mean, *man* you want in your bed, a different man every night, big star -" Cole interrupted the other man wearily. "Peter, you've just said it." He ran this hand through his short hair. "Every night. Every fucking night I could have someone new. I don't want someone new. I want someone to love me... someone to come home to every night. Someone faithful, loving and caring. Someone who'll be there with me for the rest of my life. Good night, Peter Dragon. Have your people call my people when you've got those re-writes." "I could do that!" Peter said suddenly, "I could be what you want." "You could also dress in a tutu while whistling the National Anthem, but I might take *that* seriously," Cole smiled as he got to the door. "I *am* being serious. Why won't you listen to me?" "Because you've lied once, why should this time be any different? Peter, we're both products of Hollywood. Bullshit is our *profession*, which is why I try to never date actors. Okay, maybe the odd one or two and boy were *they* a mistake!" Cole shook his head at the painful memory. "You mean you weren't screwing that cute little fluffy guy on the last movie?" "Oh him, yeah. Didn't work out though." "Why not?" Peter asked, genuinely interested. "Ah, he became a 'born again heterosexual', it happens sometimes," the bigger man shrugged, "Won't last, he takes it in the ass way too willingly," with a laugh Cole shook himself and moved towards the door. "Please?" Peter ground out the word, teeth clenched as though in pain, "Please don't leave yet, I just want to talk to you, please?" "Peter?" "Cole, I just said that word more times in one sentence to you than in the last fifteen years, gimme a break?" Something in the actor seemed to snap and his shoulders slumped, "I don't know what we could possibly have to say, but okay...I'll listen." "Have a bite to eat?" Peter asked, gesturing towards the table. As they sat down across from each other, Cole beamed down at the Mexican food laid out appetizingly. "Oh, Mexican, I love it!" "I've heard!" Peter retorted, looking down at the bowl of rice, his nose wrinkled. Cole smirked, then sobered. "So what do you want out of life, Peter?" He asked as he began to eat. "I want..." With a start of surprise, Peter realized he wanted the same thing as Cole. "Same thing as you." Cole sat his tortilla down. "Right." He looked mildly amused. "I've heard tales about you." "And I've heard them about you too," Peter retorted. "Doesn't mean I don't believe you." "So... how would you handle being labeled as gay?" Cole asked. "You saw where I came out?" "And dragged me with you, remember?" Peter said softly. "So what's the difference? You told the world I was gay. AND your lover." "Er, excuse me? But *you're* the one who put out for the sake of a *movie*. You told me you were gay, like an idiot I believed you. Just because you got yourself tangled up in your own web of lies does *not* mean it was *my* fault." "Cole, I'm not trying to blame you, I'm just saying that I'm already 'out'. I was 'out' while I was still 'in'!" Peter glanced up and set the puppy eyes, just in case this time, Cole was going for it. "You don't know what you're setting yourself up for, Peter, really you don't. Hollywood is hard enough without being gay. Some days I wish to God I'd kept my mouth shut, but I know I couldn't go on living a lie. You sure you can do that? Sure you can stand there and smile while some studio guy tells you that he doesn't want to have dinner at the table next to yours in case he 'catches AIDS from some cock sucking faggot'?" Wincing, Peter almost gasped at the pain in Cole's face. "Cole I..." "It's not easy, trust me. You so badly want to cave his face in for him, but you stand there and you smile and you let the son-of-a-bitch have his say. Then of course, you hope that Filipino maid he's fucking behind his wife's back gives him syphilis!" Cole chuckled slightly and took another mouthful of spicy food. "I'd like to give it a try," Peter replied, for the first time really considering what he was saying, "I'd like to give *us* a try. Won't you take just *one* more chance in your life, Cole?" "Peter... I... I..." Cole sighed. "I want to, so badly. But you're like a -" "Man you could love?" Peter said, his hands waving in the air. "I want you. You've been in my dreams - my fantasies! You say how hard it is being gay... look, think about how hard it is to be *straight* and having fantasies about a sexy, wonderful man that you're <mumble>." "That what?" Cole said, puzzled. "In love with! I'm in love with Cole Riccardi, okay?" Peter jumped up, throwing down his napkin. "The night after we were together, I woke up with *your* name on my lips! Anyone else I fucked, I've thought about making love to you!" He stood there, chest heaving, staring into Cole's blue eyes. "Go on, laugh!" "Peter," Cole rose, moving to the other man and pulling him into his arms. "I'm in love with Peter Dragon, so this makes us even." "What?" Peter's voice rose and he leaned against the bigger man. "You heard me... I love you." Cole said quietly. "Even though you turned away from me that night, I was serious. I've kept the thoughts of us together in my mind always." "You have?" Peter looked hopeful and smiled. "Then... wanna cancel your date and stay with me?" "Yeah," Cole said, taking Peter's face in his hands, kissing the younger man. "I wanna stay with you." "Shit! Really?" Peter gaped. A gentle laugh rumbled in the bigger man's chest, "Yes, really. Unless you've changed your mind, in which case this would be a very good time to say so." "No, I haven't changed my mind, I just...I just thought you were going to disappear out of the damned door again. I've spent weeks watching your ass disappear out of the door. Hell, it's a very nice ass, but I'm kind of tired of seeing it clothed and walking away from me...am I babbling?" "Yeah, you are, but it's nice, go ahead." "Jeezus, Cole, you are *gorgeous*! Did anyone ever tell you that?" Peter stood inches from the actor, studying every line of his face. "Well yes actually they have, but they usually want something. Do *you* want something, Peter?" Cole's voice was low and sultry. "Hell yes, I'm a Hollywood producer, I'd get kicked out of 'The Hollywood Bastards Club' if I didn't *want* something," Peter grinned and ran his finger across Cole's lips, almost mesmerized by the older man's dazzling blue eyes. "I want you." "I think I like the sound of that," Cole slid his hand across Peter's skin slowly and began to nuzzle his neck. The thrill of having the power to render Peter Dragon speechless and boneless went beyond words. "I think I like the sound of *that* - the feel of that," Peter gasped as Cole's mouth sucked gently on his throat. "I want... let's get... naked," Peter moaned, his hands kneading the other man's muscular shoulders. "Horizontal." Making a low noise of agreement, Cole fastened his mouth on Peter's, sighing as their tongues moved together. Kissing and humping against each other, pulling each other's clothes off, they made their way to Peter's big bedroom. When the last article of clothing littered the floor, they gasped in pleasure as hands began to roam in earnest. They both moved to lie on the bed, Cole's larger body blanketing Peter's slimmer one. "You feel so good Peter," Cole gasped as Peter began to kiss him and rub his erection against the older man's body. "Then make love to me," Peter moaned, his fingers now digging into Cole's back. Cole broke the kiss and looked down into Peter's eyes. "You'd better be sure about this, there's no turning back...not this time." "I'm *sure*," Peter tried to pull Cole closer. "This *is* your...." "Yes, yes... I'm a virgin again," Peter sighed dramatically, "I admit I haven't said that since I was eleven years old." With a wide smile, Cole resumed the caresses, planting kisses across Peter's chest, letting his fingers slide inexorably down to dust the sensitive skin of the smaller man's thighs. Almost breathless with anticipation, Peter groaned, "Hurry!" "Patience has its rewards," Cole teased and gently nudged Peter's cock with his nose, taking a swipe with his tongue, which caused a jolt of pleasure to cascade through Peter's nervous system. "Oh my God! Women *never* know how to do that properly!" The rumbling laugh vibrated through Peter's body as Cole let his lips softly enfold the straining erection. Peter rose up to look down at the man fastened onto his body and stared, fascinated as Cole swallowed him to the root. The man's tongue and throat were sending him to heaven, and with a groan, his head hit the pillow as he exploded inside Cole's mouth. With a grin that rivaled the Cheshire Cat's Cole crouched between his legs. The older man's blue eyes raked his body and he licked his lips. "S-sorry I was so quick," Peter slurred, watching bemused as Cole reached over to dig through the nightstand. "Whatcha doing?" "Looking for lube! And condoms!" Cole said with another smile as he began tossing things on the floor in his search. "And don't apologize, I'm glad I make you feel good." "Oh you make me feel things I've never felt before, Cole!" Peter smiled. "I'm going to *try* to make you feel something else you've never felt before," Cole quipped, peering into the drawer. Before he realized it, Peter had moved to lie facing his erection and began to lick at it delicately, swiping his tongue from the compact balls to the head. Cole groaned and ran his hands through Peter's hair. "That's so beautiful," he whispered and closed his eyes as the sensation began to build, "Not too far, Peter, please? I want to make love to you." A sly grin spread across Peter's face and he pulled away, "You really close?" "Yes!" the bigger man hissed, "Too close." There was something about making another *man* that way that was an incredible feeling, Peter decided. It was like having... power over him. "Peter, where can I find condoms and lube?" "Oh, er...condoms in there, but what kind of lube?" Cole smiled lovingly, "You really hadn't given the mechanics of this much thought, had you?" "Yes! Well... I'd thought about it. In fact, I've thought about nothing else in weeks, but the actual... erm... 'messy reality'? No, I guess not, it's not usually my problem." Peter smiled a slightly embarrassed smile and closed in on Cole again, kissing him hard on the mouth and curiously tasting the new flavor on his tongue before realizing what it was. "It's okay, that hand cream will do... this time. It's not oil based is it?" "How the fuck do *I* know? All I know is that it's two hundred bucks a shot." Laughing, Cole took the bottle from the nightstand and flipped the top, "Two hundred buck a shot and look where it'll end up." "Oh Cole, come on...let's get to this, I'm dying here." "Face to face or on your stomach? Let me warn you, it's easier for you the first time if you're on your stomach, but it means we can't kiss..." "I wanna kiss you... want to see you..." Peter gasped, gripping Cole's head as the older man bent to suck at his nipples. He whimpered and jerked as the other man's finger touched him and pressed inside. He tensed up and tightened his grip on Cole's head. "Peter... let go... come on, babe... let go," Cole said tightly, kissing his chest. "Come on..." Slowly, as Cole rotated his finger inside his passage, Peter relaxed and loosened his hold, his fingers stroking through his lover's hair. He spread his legs a little wider and closed his eyes, whispering, "Cole." "Yeah, that's me...." the older man whispered as he inserted another finger inside Peter's tight passage. He continued to kiss and lick the other man as he stretched and prepared him, finally all three of his fingers sliding in and out of the other man easily. Finally he rolled a condom over his shaft and looked down at Peter, lying spread open on his bed, his arms and legs akimbo, and grinned. "Ready?" His hand pumped the other man's cock twice and was rewarded with a long groan that seemed to come from deep inside his younger lover. "Liked that?" "Mmm... Cole." Peter said breathlessly. His eyes snapped open and he muttered, "God I hope no one is taking pictures!" As soon as he said the words, he looked mortified. Cole began to laugh and shook his head. "It never stops with you, does it?" "I'm sorry!" Peter's voice was tight and strained and his cheeks flushed. "It's okay, Peter," Cole purred, "I accepted the fact that you are a tactless, selfish bastard when I made the decision that I wanted you." "You sweet talker you...arrgh!" Cole grinned as he gently pushed inside Peter, watching the other man's eyes fly open and his finger tighten when the pressure began to build. "Relax Peter," the whisper hung in the air. Peter held his breath and tried not to fight the feeling. "Just think of a box office success, grossing millions with Peter Dragon the hero of the hour, his name on everyone's lips." Cole spoke the words softly and soon felt the body beneath him relax and allow him in. "Oh that's good....that's *so* good." "Oh. My. God." "That's it, just surrender. For once in your life let someone else take the lead," Cole ran his hands across Peter's ass as he let the feeling settle and his lover become accustomed to the sensation. "I'm so... full." Peter grunted, shifting against the older man. "I know... I'll make it so good for you...." Cole whispered, leaning forward to kiss the other man. Willingly, Peter surrendered to the kiss, Cole's lips and tongue taking his mind off the other man's cock being inside him. Finally, Cole broke away and gently began to rock his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of the younger man. "Oh God!" Peter moaned, clutching at Cole's arms. "I never realized!" Cole grinned and shifted, sliding his cock across the other man's prostate. Peter screamed. As Cole sped up, sliding across it over and over, Peter's head thrashed side to side. His fingers dug into Cole's arms, and he gasped out his lover's name as he came. Cole panted, trying to continue, but Peter's ass was too good. With a groan, he came. Gently he pulled out and cleaned them both up before settling back and pulling Peter into his arms. The mere fact that Peter Dragon, motor mouth, was silent the whole time made Cole smile, "You okay?" "Ye...I...sure." "Peter? I didn't hurt you did I?" Cole asked with concern. "No! I just never realized it could be that way. God! No wonder so many men are gay!" With a soft laugh, Cole hugged Peter closer, "As long as you're not disappointed?" Looking up sharply, Peter gasped, "Fuck no! A little stunned and my ass hurts like a bitch, but definitely not disappointed. So, what if I'll walk like John Wayne for a month?" A pleasant silence settled but it was plain that Peter still had questions. Eventually he spoke in a quiet, unsure tone. "Was...was I really...really..er...'inexperienced'. You know, I mean...was I shit?" "No Peter, you were fine," Cole replied in a sleepy voice. "Fine? What exactly does 'fine' mean?" Peter pushed himself up onto his elbow and peered down at the bigger man. "It means that it was great. Stop being so Hollywood." "I know, but I've fired people after telling them they were 'fine'." "Peter!" "Okay, I'm s..." "That's a tough word for you, isn't it? 'Sorry'." "Yeah, but I am, I didn't mean to...hell I'm not used to 'taking it in the ass' from anyone I guess," Peter smiled and leaned down to kiss his lover. "No, you're just used to *being* a pain in the ass, big difference." "Yeah. But this is just as much fun!" Cole smiled and pulled Peter back into his embrace, "Let's take a nap then we can try for round two!" Settling into the bigger man's side, Peter felt sleep creeping upon him, but there was still one question burning in his mind. "Cole?" "Mmm?" "Did Stuart *really* say he 'wanted' me?" "Peter!"   *************** Cole watched Peter dress as he did the same. "Are you sure, Peter?" "Of course!" Peter smiled. "I'm not going to hide you, you know. If people don't like it, fuck them!" "I guess it's a bit too late for that isn't it?" Cole smiled, reaching forward to straighten Peter's lapels. "I believe so," Peter said, kissing Cole before slipping on his sunglasses and starting out the door. "Hurry up, I'm pretty damn hungry." "I'll be right out." Watching as Peter made his way out to where his car sat in the drive, Cole flipped open his cell phone. He punched in a number, watching to make sure that Peter didn't come back in. "Hey, it's me... Cole." He laughed softly. "Guess." Shaking his head, he replied, "Nope - Peter's - yeah, 'Peter Fucking Dragon'!" He laughed again and grinned. "Thanks for the tip, Stuart. You were right... a little flattery, a lot of pretending I wasn't interested, and well... let's just say he did the chasing but I think I caught a good one." He nodded. "Sure, lunch next week. Bye." He cut the connection, slipped the phone into his pocket, ran his hands through his hair and wandered out to where Peter was honking the horn and yelling for him to hurry. "I'm coming, Peter," Cole said with a smile as he got into the small car. "About goddamn time!" Peter muttered as he pulled out onto the street. They rode in silence for almost ten minutes when Cole smiled. "You'll never change, will you? You're a heartless bastard, but I still love you," Cole said, amused, running his hand lazily through the other man's hair. "Yeah, well, this heartless bastard is 15 minutes late for a lunch meeting with Wendy and -" Peter glanced at his new lover who was still smiling at him. "Fuck! Let's go back home!" Abruptly, ignoring the squealing of tires and the curses directed at them, Peter turned the car back around. "I think it's my turn on top." "Whatever you want, Peter!" Cole laughed, holding on for dear life as Peter sped back towards the house. <Yep... he never even realized what hit him! > With a self-satisfied smile, Cole leaned back to enjoy the ride.   The End

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