A Hot Piece of … Art, Chapter 6 (NSFW)

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I’m writing a full length post, and it’s got some steamy stuff in it … that Charlie, he’s tough to keep inside the lines. Are you ready? Here we go!

A Hot Piece of … Art

Chapter Six

Hank Edwards

(c) 2012

Charlie bounced atop his seventh sex visitor. The hard, insistent thrust and retreat of his visitor’s cock felt good, and Charlie closed his eyes. When he did that, though, images of Rock popped up as if projected on the inside of his eyelids like some kind of private drive-in movie. Scenes flashed by, snapshots of the time they had spent together: Rock laughing as they talked over dinner; Rock leaning down to kiss him on the lips for the first time; Rock looking down at Charlie on his knees before him on a porn set, his expression soft as Charlie sucked his cock until it was hard.

“Yeah, you like that big cock in your ass?”

Charlie opened his eyes. He looked around the art studio at the dozens of people standing around staring at him, then looked down at his visitor.

“Oh, yeah,” Charlie said, “it’s great.”

And it was, physically. But he missed the connection he felt with Rock. He missed looking down into Rock’s eyes and knowing that Rock was enjoying himself too, without having to ask. He missed Rock.

As if conjured by Charlie’s thoughts, the studio door opened and Rock Harding stepped inside out of the bright glare of the L.A. sunshine. Rock removed his sunglasses and looked around the front half of the studio at the bold artwork of Rafael Fothergill. Everyone in the studio, men and women, turned to stare appreciatively at Rock’s tall, muscular, tanned body as he moved easily through the crowd. In a moment, Rock stood between Charlie and Billy’s platforms, looking from where Billy was giving his visitor the blow job of his life, to where Charlie ground astride his visitor’s hips.

When Charlie met Rock’s gaze, he could no longer continue. He was caught by Rock’s dark brown eyes, pulled toward the two days of dark scruff along his square jaw, and the man’s full lips.

“Time out! Time out!” Charlie said in a loud voice, and lifted himself off his visitor. “We can call that, right?”

“Wait,” the man said as his condom-covered cock slapped against his belly. “What?”

“I call time out,” Charlie explained to him. “Is that okay?”

“Oh, well… I guess so.” The visitor sat up and blinked at him. “For how long?”

“Just a few minutes.” Charlie climbed down the ladder, saying as he dropped out of sight, “I need to talk to someone over here. I’ll be right back. You can keep going if you want.”

When he reached the bottom of the ladder and turned, Charlie found Rock standing right behind him.

“Oh, hi,” Charlie said, suddenly swamped by nervousness. A sheen of anxious sweat broke out all over his body and his stomach did a loop.

“Hi there,” Rock said. He started to bend down for a kiss, then stopped himself. An awkward silence fell over them, unusual and sad. Finally, Rock gestured to the platform. “So, this is the studio gig.”

“Yep, this is it.” Charlie turned and pointed to the platform where the visitor was peering over the edge. “I’ve been living up there all this week.”

“I see.” Rock nodded, his lips pressed tight together.

“Is that Rock Harding?” the visitor asked.

Charlie met Rock’s gaze and they rolled their eyes at the same time, then grinned at each other.

“Oh my God, it is Rock Harding!” the man said, his voice rising in pitch. “Oh my God, you’re, like, my total favorite actor in gay porn. Like, ever. Even more than that totally buff and hot Stefan Bushwhack, who only does gay for pay, you know? Oh, holy shit, I need a picture. Where’s my phone? Can I get a picture with you?”

Rock sighed, finally looked up at the man, and smiled weakly. “Sure. Come on down.” Rock looked between Charlie and the man, then said, “That is, if you’re finished with your… work?”

“Work? Oh, the sex?” The man nodded and waved dismissively at Charlie. “Oh yeah, we’re done. I mean, I thought we were, right Carl?”

“Charlie,” Charlie corrected after a sigh.

“Yeah, right, Charlie.”

The man started to pull on his clothes and Rock met Charlie’s gaze again. “And that’s the other part of your job?”

Charlie blushed and dropped his gaze to the mat beneath his bare feet. “Yeah. He’s my seventh, um, visitor.”

“Not that anyone’s counting,” Rock said, his tone flat.

Charlie looked up, but couldn’t tell from Rock’s expression how he felt about it. Charlie knew he was feeling odd twinges of guilt, but didn’t really understand why. Rock was paid to have sex with other men, and Charlie was paid to suck men’s cocks, so why was this gig so different? What made Charlie’s week of living in the studio and having sex with strangers so different from his day job of cock sucking? Shouldn’t Charlie be upset, then, that Rock went to work and either fucked or got fucked by some hot stranger?

Before Charlie could respond to Rock, his visitor stepped up next to him. The man’s face glowed and his eyes shone with fanboy love as he looked at Rock.

“Wow, you’re even more beautiful in person,” the man whispered.

Charlie saw Rock blush and the boyishness of the man before him swept a rush of emotion through him. Then the man handed Charlie his iPhone, bringing him back into the moment.

“Hey, click a picture of us together, would you?” the man said.

“Yeah, sure.” Charlie took a few pictures, noticing how Rock’s smile, though big and bright, didn’t exactly reach his eyes. When he had finished taking the pics, Charlie handed the man his phone back. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” The man turned to Rock and lowered his voice, but Charlie stood close enough to hear him ask, “So, since I didn’t get to finish with him, do you think you might be interested in hooking up?”

A flash of something dark and angry snapped through Rock’s eyes. Charlie couldn’t breathe for a moment as he waited to see how Rock would respond. The anger passed fast, was gone, in fact, before the man standing between them could register it, and Rock squinted one eye as if contemplating the offer.

“Thanks for asking,” Rock said in a smooth tone, “but I’ve got an appointment.”

The man shrugged. “It was worth a try.” He glanced at Charlie. “Thanks for the half fuck.”

“Hey, look, I’m sorry,” Charlie said.

The man waved a hand. “No problem. I still got paid. Later.”

As his visitor walked toward the door, Charlie saw Sven approaching, his brow furrowed beneath the swash of hair, and his mouth turned down. Charlie groaned.

“What is it?” Rock asked.

“Sven Zusky,” Charlie said.

“The artist who hired you?” Rock asked.

“Yep. And I have a feeling I’m in trouble.”

“You!” Sven shouted when he was still a few yards away from them. “Stay on the platform!”

“Yep, I’m in trouble,” Charlie whispered.

Sven came to a stop beside them, fixing Charlie with an angry glare. “You interrupted the sex?”

“I did, Sven, I’m sorry.”

“For why did you do this?”

“For him.” Charlie gestured to Rock, then heard how his words sounded and stammered, “To, um, to talk to him. That’s why. I needed to say something to him. This man here. Rock. Rock Harding.”

Sven looked Rock up and down. “This is the Rock Harding? Gay porn actor?”

Rock extended his hand and flashed his best killer smile. At the sight of Rock’s smile, Charlie felt his knees go weak and reached out to hold onto a rung of his ladder.

“I am that very same Rock Harding. Are you the mastermind of this amazing living art project?”

Sven shook Rock’s hand and puffed out his chest a bit more than usual. “You like this living art project?”

Rock met Charlie’s gaze as he said, “I’m very fond of your living art project,” before turning back to the man. “It’s very creative and defies the known boundaries of art.”

“Yes, well, thank you, Mr. Rock Harding.” Sven looked at Charlie and his smile dropped immediately. “Get back to your platform. Break time is over.”

“Yeah, all right.” Charlie looked at Rock. “Thanks for stopping by. I’ll be done Sunday night at midnight.”

“Sven, would you mind if I took a closer look at the platform?” Rock asked. “Maybe talked with your subject here a bit about his experiences?”

Charlie was halfway up the ladder and stopped, turning to look down at them.

“You are interested in the experiences?” Sven asked, his voice tentative as if he were afraid to believe what Rock had just said.

“I am very interested in the experiences,” Rock said, and met Charlie’s gaze again.

Sven waved toward the platform. “Then, by all means, please spend time with my subject.”

Charlie climbed the rest of the way up his ladder and sat on the futon. He had a ridiculous grin on his face, he could feel it as he watched the ladder shake with Rock’s ascent. Seconds later, Rock’s handsome face peered over the edge of the platform and the man smiled at him.

“Hi there.”

“Hi yourself.”

“Got room for another up there for a little visit?”

“Do you know the secret code word?” Charlie asked.

Rock frowned before climbing onto the platform and sitting on the futon beside him. “Code word?”

“Never mind.” Charlie reached out to touch Rock’s hand. “It’s good to see you.”

Rock smiled at him and squeezed his hand. “Yeah, you too. So how’s your week been?”

They talked for a long time, almost two hours, touching on all that had happened the four days they had been apart. It was small talk, Charlie knew it, but it reestablished the connection between them. They laughed about the scene Rock had filmed for Rod Mandrake, a director known for his foot fetishes, in which he had worn chocolate cream pies on his feet as he fucked a man wearing watermelons. They touched on the mysterious theft of Rafael Fothergill’s painting and Billy’s brief arrest. As they talked, people wandered around the studio, standing and staring as they sipped wine and talked in low voices. Billy had finished with his visitor long ago and, after shouting a few obscene greetings to Rock, settled in on his own futon with a comic book and a bottled tea.

Finally, Rock sighed and looked at the time on his cell phone, then grimaced at Charlie. “I need to go.”
Charlie sighed as well. “Yeah, I know.” He ran his hand down Rock’s arm. “Thanks for talking. I really liked this.”
Rock smiled at him. “Me too.”

They stared at each other a moment, and, just as Charlie thought about leaning in for a kiss, the sound of angry voices broke the spell. Looking around, Charlie saw that the two artists sharing the studio space, Sven and the thin woman with the blond dreadlocks, Rafael, stood inches apart, shouting into each other’s faces. There was a lot of hand waving and finger pointing along with accusations throw out by Rafael.

“You have always been jealous of my work,” the woman shouted. “You who have no concept of color or dimension. You stole my art piece!”

“I am no thief,” Sven shouted back. “But if I was, I would not waste my talent for thieving on the coupon clipper ad graphics you call art!”

“Oh boy,” Charlie said. “This is getting out of hand.”

“I’ll break them up,” Rock said and pushed to his knees. He reached out to cup Charlie’s face with one large hand, and leaned in to place a slow, soft kiss on his lips. With a smile, Rock climbed down the ladder and crossed the room to put a hand on each of the artists’ shoulders.

Charlie watched Rock talk to both in low tones. He could sense the anger and high emotion draining out of each of them, and, finally, Rafael turned on her heel, flinging her blonde dreadlocks over her shoulder before stomping away. Sven and Rock watched her go before the two men walked side by side to the studio door, heads bent together in conversation.

“You’re so ga ga over him I’m going to call you Lady GaGa,” Billy called from his platform.

“What?” Charlie looked over at him.

“You ain’t got no poker face when he’s around, that’s for sure,” Billy said. “You got a bad romance going on with that one. He takes you to the edge of glory.”

Charlie waved a dismissive hand. “Go back to your comic books.”

“I already read all of them,” Billy whined. “Twice. Entertain me.”

Charlie ignored Billy and looked at the front door where Rock and Sven were shaking hands. Rock caught Charlie’s eye, lifted a hand in farewell, then stepped out into the sunshine. Charlie had never before wanted to be walking beside Rock more than at that moment. To be outside, in the sunshine, running errands and talking with Rock, seemed, at that moment, like an impossible dream.

With a sigh, Charlie lay on the futon and rolled his face into the pillow Rock had been leaning on. He breathed in the man’s scent, a spicy citrus smell, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

~~ * ~~

Well, I’m not sure Rock is too happy about Charlie’s second job. I wonder what he’s planning to do about it? And there’s still the mystery of who stole Rafael’s painting, and why? Lots to cover in the next few weeks, I hope you’ll come along for the ride with me! Be sure to come back next week for another round of fucking fun (yeah, I said it!) with Charlie and Billy. Until then, jump on over to the other Story Orgy blogs for more hot, smexy reads.

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6 Responses to A Hot Piece of … Art, Chapter 6 (NSFW)

  1. Havan Fellows says:

    Oh this is a tough one to call…a part of me loves and feels bad for Rock…another part wonders how Rock thinks this is different?

  2. Time out!? Oh god, can I bundle Charlie up and take him home? He’s not safe by himself in public. *I’m still giggling about it :)* You know, if Rock wants Charlie exclusively, he should just say so. I don’t think Charlie would be opposed…

  3. Sharon S says:

    Another awesome except, Hank! Can’t wait for next week’s.

    Hugs,
    Sharon

  4. Lee Brazil says:

    *sigh* Kind of feel sorry for Rock, but then again…Charlie has a point. It is the same…or is it? Why does life have to be so complicated?

  5. jade baiser says:

    Awww, I just wish this art stuff was over so Rock and Charlie could be together… Yes, I’m a romantic lol
    Can’t wait for next week!

  6. Frances says:

    alright damn it…I want an HEA between these two. There I said it. Love the blog but still I want HEA!