The Final Act by Bonnie Dee Page A

head, then swallowing all of it deeply. Denny gripped Tom’s head between his hands as he fucked his mouth. The heat, warmth and wetness were too much for him to withstand. The tension in his dick built to an unbearable pitch, and then an explosion rocked him. The muscles of his neck corded as his head fell back and his body arched. He came in great, shuddering waves.
    Afterward, he subsided, breathing heavily while delicious aftershocks trembled through him. When he came back to awareness, Denny gazed at Tom, who lay beside him, head on the pillow once more.
    “Feel better?”
    “Yes.” Denny smiled. He glanced down at his body, salty and sticky from sweating under the stage lights, and his dick, drooping lifelessly on his belly. “Except I could use a shower. Want to?”
    “In a bit.” Tom curled against him, nuzzling his face into his neck and laying a heavy arm across his chest. “Let’s lie here for a while first.”
    Denny was glad to do that, too. He idly combed his fingers through Tom’s thick hair. “Love you.”
    “Love you, too.”
    Within moments, they both slept.

    The short nap lasted the entire night. Denny woke to sunlight pouring through the window and someone pounding on the door.
    “Hey, lovebirds. Wake up and get up! I’ve got the morning papers. We have a review already from that chick at the Trib .” Logan’s voice boomed through the door. “Come down to breakfast. Everyone else is. Oh, and nice almost meeting you last night, Tom.”
    Denny yawned and glanced at Tom, who was sound asleep. He was never easy to rouse in the morning. How he’d managed to wake to an alarm clock and get to work on time all these weeks without Denny there to prod him along was a mystery.
    “Hey, are you awake? Can you hear me?” Logan yelled again. “Bill says he needs some of his stuff from the room, so he’s giving you five minutes, then he’s coming in.”
    “Yeah, I hear you,” Denny growled.
    Tom grunted and rolled to his stomach, his arm flopping off the bed.
    Denny pulled the covers off him with no result. Then he lay on Tom’s back and whispered in his ear, tickled him, kissed his neck and pushed his morning erection against his ass until Tom finally responded. “Mm. Morning.”
    Denny kissed his dark stubbled jaw and thrust slowly against him, enjoying the slow glide of his cock in the groove between his cheeks.
    Tom lifted his buttocks in invitation.
    Denny rocked against him a few moments longer, seriously considered lubing up and pressing inside that delectable ass, but stopped.
    “We’d better get a shower and dress, before Bill bursts in. I should’ve rented us a hotel room for the night. Having a roommate is like being back in a college dorm. It’d be nice if the producer footed the bill for single rooms.”
    “Spoiled only child,” Tom teased. “Try growing up with two brothers in a room half this size.”
    “Don’t start that ‘poor ghetto boy’ routine with me.” Denny tugged his hair and rolled off him.
    They shared a quick, hot shower and a quick, hot fuck against the shower wall before dressing and going down to the hotel dining room. Roused by Logan’s wake-up call, most of the cast was there. They sat at several tables pushed together and almost every face was buried in a newspaper.
    No one had expected to see a review so soon. The reporter from the Tribune must have filed her piece right after the performance for it to make the morning paper. At any rate, it was there in the entertainment section and the review was very positive.
    “‘A high-voltage performance’,” Trinka read aloud. “‘The actors exploded with energy, their sheer enthusiasm covering the outrageous lapses in logic in Claude Benson’s play. But Transitions was never a Broadway hit because of a solid storyline. The emotionally moving music is what saves this show from mediocrity, and the vocalists in last night’s performance proved every bit as accomplished as the original