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After a lot of time on the road, they'd made it to the west coast. Sam figured they could hang around Los Angeles for some time, and Frankie and Jamal agreed. After all, there was the near-perfect weather, the beach, and, of course, Hollywood.
Where else would they have a better chance of getting rich quick? One of them could get picked up by a talent agency and land a role in a hit movie, or they could find a celebrity's missing pet and receive a huge cash reward.
Or something like that.
But in the meantime, they picked up part-time jobs to fund their small apartment. Frankie and Jamal were working at a restaurant, where Jamal was a bartender and Frankie a cook. Sam himself worked as a valet at a somewhat fancy hotel. He saw some nice cars at that job - none he liked as much as his though. It wasn't exactly glamorous, but it was something, and he was sure their moment would come eventually.
Currently, Sam was at the grocery store. He was just getting the essentials for any bachelor pad: ramen, toilet paper, beer, you name it. As he reached for a cup of ramen on the shelf, his hand collided with someone else’s.
“Oh, sorry, I-” Sam stopped mid-sentence as he took in whose hand he’d knocked with. The man was normal enough, dressed in jeans and a button-up shirt that probably could be buttoned up one more, cause wow that was distracting. But there was something else, something about his looks that made it so Sam couldn’t stop staring. And that grin on his face didn’t help matters.
“No, you can go first,” the man said, waving his hand as if to say go ahead.
“Right,” Sam said, his body finally moving as he reached for the cup to put it in his basket. After the initial shock wore off, he found himself able to talk more. “These are pretty good, huh? Even the budget stores have such a big selection here.”
The man turned to face Sam fully, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? You new to the city?”
“Yeah, just got to LA a couple months ago,” Sam answered. He found himself smiling back. “I’m Sam,” he said, reaching out a hand.
“Richard. But you can call me Rich,” Rich said, accepting Sam's outstretched hand into a short, firm shake. “I’ve lived here for a while. Say, why don’t I give you my number? Ya know, if you need anything.”
Am I getting picked up at the grocery store? Sam found he definitely didn’t mind it as his eyes wandered to that bit of Rich’s chest that was revealed. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, opening it to the new contact page.
“Here, you can type it in.” Was he being too trusting? Probably, but he couldn’t make himself care.
“Great.” Rich accepted the phone and typed for a bit before handing it back to Sam. “There! I’ll be seeing you around then?” he asked, his voice lower.
Sam tried to fight the shiver that came over his body. “For sure,” he said, giving him his most mischievous grin.
Rich’s smile grew as he took his noodles and walked past Sam.
That may have been the fastest grocery trip Sam had ever been on. After that encounter, he rushed through the aisles, somehow not running into Rich again. He hurried back to the apartment, only to put the groceries away in a flash and impatiently wait for Frankie and Jamal to get off their shift.
When they finally did get home, Sam recounted what had happened at the store. “I got his number!” he said excitedly, pulling out his phone. Only now did he see Rich had added his full name. “Richard Slate...”
Jamal suddenly perked up from where he was sprawled on the ground. “Huh. Why does that sound familiar?”
Frankie furrowed his brow as he reached for his phone. “That does sound familiar.” He typed something out. “Aha! That’s that guy on that TV show.”
“Oh, yeah! With the vampires, right?” Jamal said as he sat up.
“What?!” Sam grabbed Frankie’s phone to see an IMDB page. And the picture staring back at him was Rich from the grocery store. “I CAN SLEEP WITH A CELEBRITY?!”
Rich sighed as he laid back on the couch, mindlessly watching whatever was on TV. He was currently in between jobs, as usual, and there had been some time since the last con. Which meant he was bored. And broke.
But maybe his luck was turning around. That man he’d met at the grocery store - Sam. WOW. That guy was hot. Maybe he’d been a little forward while offering Sam his number, but he was trying so hard to keep the thought of being pounded by him out of his head.
Yeah, he could use a quick fuck to get out of this funk. And that sad sack Rob certainly wasn’t going to help any, with his lack of work or sex life. He actually might’ve been worse off than him in that department.
He’d have some fun with Sam; he’d seemed interested in himself also. At least he thought so. How long should he wait before trying to text?
Rich’s phone buzzed on the table, and he quickly reached over. His eyes roamed over the screen, huffing out a laugh as he realized he wouldn’t have to wait at all.
Can we meet up tomorrow? the text read. You can show me the ropes then. 😉
His thumbs flew across the phone as he typed back, suggesting a time and that they meet at his place. It was actually happening! Rich got a quick text of agreement back and sent over his address.
“Fuck yeah!” he exclaimed to himself. He was gonna get some!
When he set his phone back down, he noticed the empty pizza box and cans of beer littering the table. Then he remembered the pile of dirty clothes overflowing his hamper in the bedroom. Shit. He had work to do.
His house was in the hills, much nicer than where their cheap apartment was. It wasn’t that big though; Rich probably wanted to keep a low profile. After admiring the house from the driveway, Sam walked up to the door.
He rang the doorbell, messing with his hair as he waited for Rich to answer. He'd put on a nice shirt and what Jamal liked to call his “sluttiest” pair of jeans. This might be his chance! Sam had to admit that sleeping with a celebrity hadn't crossed his mind as a get rich quick scheme, but it had to be possible. Either way he'd enjoy it. Right?
Before he could worry any, the door opened showing Rich just inside. His shirt was still one button too open, and Sam was about ready to jump him right there.
“Heya, Sam,” Rich greeted, as his eyes slowly roved over Sam’s body.
That was a good sign. Sam swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “Hey,” he said as Rich beckoned him inside. As Rich closed the door behind him, he decided to get to the point. “Just so we’re clear, we’re hooking up right?”
Rich let out a relieved sounding bark of laughter. “Yeah we are,” he said, and abruptly pulled Sam into a kiss.
Sam eagerly returned it. At first they kept it slow, just trying each other out, but Sam could already feel himself melting. Rich definitely knew how to kiss.
Rich pulled back slightly. “That good?” he asked, keeping his voice soft.
“Oh yes,” Sam confirmed, licking his lips before pulling Rich back to him.
They didn’t hold back this time, kissing hard as Rich maneuvered Sam back up against the wall. He let out a groan, his lips parting as Rich licked his way inside his mouth. His hands began to explore, grabbing at Rich’s side and moving around to his back, trying to pull him closer.
Rich let out a moan as their bodies touched, and Sam used the opportunity to pull away and ask breathlessly, “Should we move to the bedroom?”
“Yes. God, yes.” Rich took Sam’s wrist and pulled him away from the wall, leading him through the house.
It didn’t even cross Sam’s mind to look around to see what a famous person's house looked like. Instead, he just let himself be led, anticipation building when they came to the bedroom door.
As soon as they stepped inside the room, their mouths found each other again. They moved back towards the bed, kicking off their shoes and losing their shirts on the way. Rich hit the edge of the bed, sitting down and pulling Sam with him as he moved back.
Sam grinned as he straddled Rich, taking in his flushed appearance. He was definitely an actor - fit, with arms Sam could drool over, but still soft. Just how he liked it.
“I like what I see too,” Rich said, calling Sam out.
Sam huffed before leaning down to kiss him again.
They took the time to savor the kiss, hands roaming each other’s bodies as they barely took time to breathe. Finally, Rich broke away, reaching down between them.
“Pants off,” he said breathlessly.
“Hold up.” Sam stopped him, sitting up as he reached for the button on Rich’s pants. Wasting no time, he unzipped them, tugging down Rich’s underwear and pulling out his semi-hard cock. Admiring the size, he stroked it a few times, causing Rich to groan.
“Fuck, Sam,” Rich cursed, thrusting to meet his hand. “Just fuck me already!”
Sam paused, surprised at his words. “You want me to…?”
“Yes! I can’t stop thinking about your cock in my ass,” Rich said, moving to pull his pants off.
“Okay,” Sam breathed, climbing off the bed. He quickly took his pants off, remembering to get the condom he’d brought out of his pocket. He rolled it on, gasping slightly as he tugged at his cock a couple times. “Lube?”
“In the nightstand,” Rich answered from the bed, his cock hard as he watched Sam.
Sam quickly found it, jumping back on the bed as Rich turned on his hands and knees, facing away from him. His ass was so nice, Sam couldn’t resist grabbing at his cheeks.
“Mmm,” Rich moaned. “It's been a while for me, but you don’t have to be gentle.”
“I’ll still make sure you’re nice and ready,” Sam said, squeezing lube onto his fingers. It had been a while for him too, but he knew what to do. He warmed the lube up then slowly pressed one finger into Rich’s hole, groaning at how the muscle clenched around him.
“Ugh, yes!” Rich exclaimed, pushing back as Sam’s finger moved inside him. “More!”
Sam responded by adding another finger, loosening the tight muscle as Rich eagerly reacted. Not soon after, he added a third.
Rich gasped. “Ahh! That’s it.”
His hips met Sam as he worked him open, groaning as a sheen of sweat formed on his back. Sam kept at it, making sure Rich was ready, even if he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock inside him.
“More, Sam!” Rich whined. “I need you in me.”
“On it,” Sam answered, reaching his limit as well. He pulled his fingers out, biting his lip at Rich’s loosened hole waiting for him. He lubed up his cock fast, lining himself up at Rich’s entrance before slowly pushing in.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Sam panted, reeling at the way Rich’s walls gripped him.
Rich let out a loud, low groan as Sam bottomed out. His breathing quickened as pushed his hips back. “M-move.”
Sam did, pulling out until just the tip of his cock was inside Rich and slamming back in.
“God, yes!” Rich wailed.
Taking that as encouragement, Sam kept up the pace, grabbing at Rich’s waist as he thrust into him. His grunts mixed with Rich’s groans as he fucked him, feeling himself move closer to that peak.
Rich grew louder as Sam snuck a hand underneath him to stroke his cock. His arms began to shake.
“Shit, I - Unh!”
Sam somehow thrust faster, already so close. “C’mon, Rich,” he grit out. “Don’t hold back.”
A couple more thrusts and Rich nearly shouted, shuddering as he came, his cock pulsing in Sam’s hand.
Sam’s hips stuttered as Rich clenched around him, only managing a few more thrusts before he tipped over himself, gasping as he filled the condom.
When his orgasm subsided, Sam slowly pulled out, sitting back to catch his breath. Rich slumped with a satisfied sigh, lazily turning over and looking up at Sam.
“That was… Pretty good,” was what Sam came up with.
Rich snorted. “Yeah, I’ll say.” He pushed himself up on his elbows. “Why don’t we clean up, order some dinner, and go for round two?”
“I'm in!”
Finally, the long con weekend was over. Rich rolled his suitcase through the airport, glad to finally be back home. And he would be seeing Sam tonight.
“Wanna grab some drinks later?” asked Rob from his side.
“Sorry Bob-o, no can do. I’m meeting Sam for dinner.”
Scratching the side of his head, Rob responded. “Right, Sam… Still can’t believe you slept with the guy after meeting him once.”
“Oh, come on. Like you’re one to talk,” Rich scoffed, his pace not faltering as they reached the exit.
“That-that was one time!” Rob said, his voice rising in pitch. Rich just chuckled and he continued. “Anyways, you’re always talking about him. And you're hanging out a lot for just being fuck buddies.”
Was that true? Rich stopped as they arrived outside the exit, waiting for their car. For the few weeks he knew Sam they were spending a lot of time together. The sex was amazing yeah, but was that all he missed when he was away from Sam?
Or did he miss hanging out with him, laughing as they watched movies together, trying to see his smile as much as possible?
Shit. They hadn’t been just fuck buddies for a while. He’d have to find out if Sam agreed.
“Yeah, Rob,” Rich sighed as their car pulled up. “You have a point.”
Rob grinned at him as they loaded their suitcases into the back. “Maybe after you get uh, reacquainted tonight, I could meet him sometime?”
“Sure, sounds like a plan.” Hopefully he wouldn’t screw everything up before then.
“Hey Sam, ready to go bowling with us?” Frankie asked as Sam entered the living room.
“I can’t. Rich is back today, remember?” Sam said apologetically as he grabbed his keys from the counter.
“Man, I can’t believe you’re still with that guy,” Jamal said, shaking his head. “What happened to the night with a celebrity?”
Sam turned to face them. “It’s just sex, yeah?” He replied, holding his arms out. “Can't blame me for having some fun.”
Frankie let out a huff of laughter. “Right. I’ve seen a couple of his texts to you, Sammy.”
“Shut up!” Sam made towards the door, feeling his face grow hot. “Look, I gotta go. Later.”
He barely heard Frankie and Jamal’s goodbyes as he left the apartment. It was just sex right? Sure, they went on dates sometimes, but- Oh god, when did they start going on dates? They were even planning on going to a fancy restaurant tonight!
Sam’s mind raced as he got in his car and started his drive to Rich’s house. Sure, at the beginning it was all about the sex, and maybe that chance at money, but then they’d go out, try mini golf or that new bakery that opened. They learned more about each other, Rich’s conventions and his travels.
At some point, Sam realized he was looking forward to just being with Rich more than any potential monetary gains or the sex, which of course was still pretty freaking good. He gripped the steering wheel tighter, feeling his heart beat faster. He’d have to make sure Rich was on the same page.
Sam reached Rich’s house, pausing to take a deep breath before he stepped out of his car and went to ring the doorbell.
Rich answered in no time. “Hey Sammy. Ready to go?”
“Actually, can we talk first?” Sam said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Okay,” Rich said, letting him inside. “I uh, actually have something to say to you too.” He clasped his hands together behind his back as they faced each other before quickly adding, “But you can go first.”
“Right,” Sam nodded. Why did that sound familiar? He pushed that thought from his head, pressing on. “Look, I’ll just come out with it. I-I want to be more than friends with benefits.”
Rich’s mouth dropped open. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Sam replied, deciding to reveal everything. “Look, I admit at the beginning some of it was wanting to be with a famous person, seeing what could happen, but now it’s so much more to me.”
After a few moments of looking dumbfounded, Rich laughed.
Sam's heart dropped. “What?”
“Sorry, sorry. I’m just relieved!” Rich explained, wiping tears from the corner of his eyes. “I was gonna say the same thing!”
Letting out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, Sam chuckled. “God, Rich.” He stepped closer. “So we can be officially dating now?”
Rich smirked as he also took a step forward. “Only if you’re okay with me not being Mr. Big Shot celebrity here.”
“I guess I can live with that,” Sam smiled as their lips met in a kiss.