Chapter 8. Lost in Thought

“Do you do that for all the people you fuck on set?” Aaron asked around the lump in his throat, floored by the tender care Kyle was giving him.

“No. Just the ones I like,” Kyle said softly. Aaron had assumed he was a fellow porn actor as he was supposed to. “Listen, we need to talk,” He sighed, watching as Aaron turned onto his back.

“Okay. I don’t usually chat with my ‘co-workers’ much.” Aaron said, giving the word quotations with his fingers. “But it’s the least I could do to show my appreciation to you for cleaning me up.” He smiled at Kyle who promptly mouthed his thanks. “You know, there was something I’d wanted to ask you. But I can’t remember what it was,” Aaron said with a slight frown on his beautiful face.

“Really? Let’s hope it comes to you then,” Kyle chuckled.

“Yeah, let’s hope it does,” Aaron responded with a soft laugh. “Damn, constipation will be a blessing right about now. Fuck!” He groaned.

Kyle threw his head back and roared with laug