Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“He has … jeans,” Denver says. “Don’t know if you could call them nice. Along with being anti-Hollywood, he’s apparently also anti-designer now.”
Mason flips off his boyfriend. “I have something that will work. I’ll be right back.”
Jordan dresses us and takes control of the impromptu video shoot.
I never noticed it while on the set of Faking It because Jordan never has any input, but giving him free rein of us really works for him.
He’s animated and full of ideas, and it’s really fucking cute. Somehow. It lights him up, and I’m thankful he looks like he’s finally enjoying himself. Although I’m assuming he enjoyed himself in what I’m calling the bathroom incident too.
I’ve done well to pretend like that little moment wasn’t a big deal to me, but it kind of was. Because even though we have this stupid bet going on, there’s no doubt in my mind that I wanted to touch him last night.
I wanted to kiss him again like in the hot tub, and I wanted more. I even had to turn my back on him to go to sleep because I was sure I wouldn’t have been able to refrain from touching him if I didn’t.
I guess this is where I’m supposed to freak out. When Denver kissed Mason for the first time, they didn’t talk for over two years. Where there’s a lack of existential crisis, it’s filled with wanting more of Jordan. I like his theory about everyone being fluid. Anyone having the potential to find attractiveness in someone they didn’t expect. Sure, preferences would come into play a lot, and I can’t deny I enjoy being with women, but if kissing Jordan a handful of times and jerking off in front of him can do it for me, I don’t want to rule out any possibilities.
And I don’t think I have to.
Jordan films us on his phone, so the quality is not going to be great, but it doesn’t need to be. This started as a random idea, but now that it’s happening, I’m in it for the distraction for Jordan.
He’s a natural behind the camera.
Though, when we end a song, and he has an idea for the next shot, he’s in the middle of moving the Adirondack chairs by the fire pit when he starts humming. I realize quickly why he needs to win this bet. I didn’t know it was possible for someone to sound so terrible without even opening their mouth.
It’s a good thing I don’t plan to win anymore anyway.
We film and rehearse all day, even as the afternoon settles into dusk and the temperature drops. Instead of going inside, we light the fire pit. We sing until our lungs hurt.
It’s so much fun being with the guys again, and even though we’re planning this reunion tour, I get the overwhelming sense that I need to hold on to this feeling for as long as I can.
I’m not giving up my acting career anytime soon. Harley has a new record label, and Ryder’s producing for him. When Ryder’s not doing that, I’m sure he’ll be on the road with Lyric or at home with his family, and if Denver gets his way, Mason will be on the next season of Fandom, being a judge and helping new acts find their way in this industry. And the way Denver is handling all of that for Mason … Harley jokes Denver’s his manager, but it wouldn’t surprise me if that ended up becoming true. We’re all still on those separate paths we took three years ago when we split, so with us coming together like this, I have to expect it to be temporary. This might be our Encore tour, but it might be only that. An encore. One last song. The end.
We finally call it a day when Mason’s mom comes and yells at us for being out in the cold for so long. I can’t speak for the others, but I barely feel it. We’re all bundled up, and the fire’s warm, and the way Jordan keeps stealing glances at me, I don’t know how long I’ll last inside before I drag him back to his room and pounce on him.
I should at least play a little hard to get, right?
Then again, it’s not like I’m expecting this to turn into anything more than sex. Jordan’s already said he doesn’t like relationships, he’s in the middle of a nasty breakup, and the last thing either of us needs is for it to get out that we’re actually hooking up. Or will be. As soon as we get through dinner.
Mason’s mom brought us all homemade lasagna and salad with garlic bread and red wine, and I think I’ve died and gone to food heaven. I can easily see how Mason gained a few pounds while living at home, but I take an extra-big slice. I’ll need my energy for later.