Chapter 5:

CARLOS

Carlos' phone rang as he came out of the bathroom, and he wrapped the towel around his waist. He looked at the caller ID and hit reject. He did not want to deal with his dad this early in the morning.

He went to the kitchen and helped himself to a soda from the fridge. His phone rang as he re entered the bedroom, and he picked up without checking.

"I don't want to talk to you right now! Didn't you get that--"

"Well I personally don't care what you want. Open the door."

Logan's voice came down the line, and Carlos froze. The call disconnected and without stopping to think, he ran to his front door.

"Why aren't you at work yet?" Logan asked, stepping through the door before Carlos asked him to come in.

Carlos folded his arms across his chest and looked at Logan. He also realized he had nothing on except a towel.

"I did not think after yesterday I had to--"

Logan cut him off.

"You're not supposed to think. You do as I tell you, and unless I tell you not to come to work, you be there at eight a.m, everyday."

"Why is it such a big deal anyway? Why are you so pissed off by my first slip up?" Carlos asked, stepping closer to Logan. He needed him to know that he wasn't scared of him.

Something flickered behind Logan's eyes, and his breath hitched in his throat.

"If you're not ready to work, Carlos, I'll gladly let you go and take back that check." Logan said coldly, staring uninterestedly at Carlos. He pushed past him and twisted the door knob.

"If you're not at work by eleven, send that check back in the mail." Logan added, opened the door and walked away.

Carlos closed the door, went to his room and got dressed. He was pissed. At his dad, and at Logan. If he could, he would have mailed that check right now.

His phone rang again, and he switched it off. He did not want to talk to anyone right now.

He got to the office before Logan and went out for a coffee with Pete because he had skipped breakfast and to be polite; Pete had asked if Carlos could join him.

"Hey, Pete is Logan always so... bipolar?" he found himself asking, and Pete smiled at him.

"Why? What'd he do?" He asked as they walked back to the building, his eyes raking over Carlos thirstily.

Carlos was too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice though, and he shook his head absently.

"Never mind, just a thought. Hey, how many other people work here...and what exactly do they do?"

Pete laughed. "You're naive, Carlos, but I don't think you're stupid. We make and sell gay porn. There's a total of fifteen guys, including you."

Carlos laughed. "Respectfully, I'm not here to do porn. I'm just here to model, is all."

"Carlos, I told you...I don't think you're stupid." Pete replied, holding the door open for Carlos, and he swallowed. Audibly.

Logan arrived a few minutes later, his eyes still blazing with fury, his jaw set angrily.

"Go upstairs, and go over the script with Pete. I'll be there in a minute." Logan's tone was icy, and Carlos rolled his eyes.

"There's something about a script I'm supposed to go over with you?" He asked as the elevator doors opened into the room with the bed.

Pete handed him a paper, and continued to neatly scatter rose petals all over the bed. Carlos felt the sweat slide down his back.

"I hope you enjoy this little film daddy---okay, what does all this have to do with taking pictures?" Carlos asked flatly, looking at Pete.

"You're going to film a scene." Logan answered, taking off his clothes as soon as he walked in.

Carlos laughed, and shook his head no. He opened his mouth to talk, but Logan held up his palm.

"I made my conditions very clear this morning." He said, and ordered Pete to set up the cameras.

Carlos saw red. He wanted to walk away, to step out of that elevator and never come back. If only he had not touched that money!

He swallowed and took off his clothes. He had not memorised the script; he knew the gist of it, and he would improvise. To hell if they did not agree with it. He knelt behind Logan, who was sitting with his legs over the edge of the bed.

"Hey dad, you know...until today, I never did realize how hard you worked for us. To put food on the table, to make our lives so comfortable. So I thought--,"

He paused, trailing kisses along Logan's shoulder as his hands squeezed his pecs. "I would do something special for you. I know how you liked when I played with boys. So I hope you really enjoy this little present, daddy."

His hand slid down to Logan's cock, and he squeezed. Logan leaned backwards until he was lying on the pillows with Carlos bent between his thighs, and Carlos swallowed his cock.

Carlos did not know what he was doing, so he just did what he liked the people he fucked to do to his cock. He stroked and sucked and swirled his tongue around the head, and Logan writhed and moaned, holding Carlos' head on his cock.

"Oh fuck, Carlos." He whispered, drumming his fingers on Carlos' scalp, and pulling him off of his cock...he did not want to come too soon.

"You ready to fuck me?" Logan asked, and Carlos' shoulders sagged with relief. He nodded, brushing his lips against Logan's mouth.

Logan fished a condom out of the nightstand, ripped the foil with his teeth and sheathed Carlos' cock. Carlos lubed up, pushed Logan on to his back and spread his legs. He positioned himself at Logan's entrance, his hand on the man's abs.

"Do it, Carlos." Logan rasped, and Carlos slid into his tight ring slowly.

Logan winced, squeezing his eyes shut. "Give it to me, baby. Give me that big cock."

Carlos channelled all his anger into fucking Logan, and drove deep and hard into the man under him. His hand slipped against Logan's sweat slicked skin, and he leant over him, sucking on his lower lip.

"Oh fuck...your ass is so good!" He grunted, throwing his head back, and fucking. His orgasm came, and his thrusts intensified. He came, long and hard...tucking his arms under Logan's back and collapsing onto his chest.

He opened his eyes and pulled away when he felt Logan's arms wrap around him.

"That was really hot, Logan." Pete said, turning off the cameras and handing Logan his clothes.

Carlos got dressed, and without waiting for what anyone had to say, got into the elevator and left.