Wrong Number

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Song: NSFW

Artist: Psychostick

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"So, what are you thinking?" Tylor asked, watching as I paced in front of my bed. "Is it something you want to go for?"

"Of course!" I exclaimed. "This is a big opportunity. One of the producers wants me to audition. If I do a good job with a small role, it can open doors to other shows. Plus, it would look great on my portfolio."

"So what are the cons?"

I sighed. "The theatre is a few towns over, so it'd be a lot of money on gas. I don't have a job, and I don't know if I'll be able to have one if I get cast."

"Would this play pay you?"

"I'm not sure. But then there's also the fact that Ms. Davenport wanted me because I'm queer. What if she doesn't actually like me as an actor and only sought me out because I'm bi?"

"Damon," Tylor sighed. Reaching out to grab my hand, he gently pulled me down next to him. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he gently massaged them, and I let out a moan. "Take a deep breath, okay? You're a great actor. You were scouted because you're good. The fact you're queer did have to do with the role, but not in a negative way. They're wanting to give out the roles to queer people so queer people can feel recognized on the stage. Think of it as a blessing in this case. It's helping you out more than it's not. If you weren't bi, you wouldn't have been scouted. This play could jumpstart your career.

"But you have to remember that you aren't taking on the actual role yet. You've been asked to audition, not to be in it. While it's important to think of what would happen if you got the role, don't forget that it's not a sure thing yet. You're allowed to breathe. Your audition is in a month. You can worry more about it when you get there. Panicking before anything has happened will only give you more anxiety."

"I know you're right," I said as I patted his hands. "I just really want to be cast, and I don't want it to be solely because I'm bi."

"Then when you're in that audition room, act your ass off, and they'll cast you on the spot."

Tilting my head back, I puckered my lips. Tylor leaned down to kiss me. "I love you, Honeybee."

"I love you, too."

Reaching out, I grabbed Tylor's cheek and pulled his face back to mine so I could kiss him again. I loved this boy with all my heart. Everything about him made me happy. To hear him say he loved me back was the greatest moment of my life so far. I'd do anything for him. No matter how hard life would get, I'd always love him.

Tylor wrapped his arms around my neck, coaxing me to lie on my back. He laid on top of me, his erection pressing into my stomach. "Is it bothering you?" I whispered as I pulled away.

"Hmm?" He tilted his head innocently before giggling. "It's fine. I can jerk off later."

"Or..." Would it be too pushy of me to ask him?

"Or?" he teased, cocking his eyebrow as he bit his lip.

"I could jerk you off for you."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded quickly and swallowed. "I'm sure."

"Okay."

I sat up on the bed, and Tylor sat on my lap. I undid the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper. Reaching my hand into the waistband of his boxers, I grabbed his sensitive cock. Tylor gasped as I touched him, digging his nails into my back. Slowly, I slid my fingers down his length, causing him to shiver.