“Same,” Mark adds. “Ah, to be in love.”
“I didn’t say I was in love…”
Just as I plant my chair back down, Thor walks in through the flap guided by a stagehand. An uncontrollable smile breaks over my face.
“Yeah,” Mark says. “You didn’t have to.”
My little circus family crowds us as I start introductions. Everyone beams, doting over Thor like I just brought home a giant puppy. He smiles, shakes hands, repeats everyone’s name back to them, and compliments their performances. Hilda pesters him about how much he can lift, eyes wide when he throws a bunch of big numbers at her.
I get a lot of looks from my friends that say,He’s a keeper.
Yeah, I think I know it.
Charles sticks his nose in the air but is otherwise polite. It’s funny watching him try to act tall around Thor: there’s at least a foot difference between them.
“How old is he, anyway?” Charles scoffs in my ear.
“About your age,” I lie. “Though, he doesn’t look it.”
“Focus,” he insists.
Once everyone has had their fill of my guest, they give us some space. I show Thor around our little backstage, explain the transitions between each act, and take him to my partitioned wardrobe. It’s not much—a stool, a mirror with lights, and a small rack with my unitards—but the curtains give us privacy.
“That was a lot,” he says, fidgeting with the collar on his button-up. “How did I do?”
“Better than I did at the cook-off.”
“Are you kidding? Everyonelovedyou.”
I smile. “Same here. Well, everyone except Charles, but that’s because he thinks you’re going to steal me away.”
Thor doesn’t respond, but a mischievous grin on his face makes me think that he’s considering it.
What am I even thinking?
We’ve known each other for almost two days… it’s a carnival romance, a summer fling… there’s not enough time for it to be anything more than that.
Since Thor’s already seen me in my birthday suit, I don’t have a problem stripping down in front of him. The show has already started, but I’ve got a good forty minutes until I need to be on my mark.
He stands in the corner, watching me intently as I slip out of my sweatpants and take off my shirt.
“Don’t get any ideas,” I whisper. “These curtains aren’t soundproof. Everyone would hear us.”
“I’m a patient man, Sam.”
I glance at the outline forming in his jeans. “Tell that to your cock.”
“I can control myself.”
“Oh?”
I hang my clothes on the rack, tilt my head, and slink over. Without warning, I press my butt against him, gasping as that big dick grinds against me. Slowly, I bend and touch my toes.
“You don’t mind if I stretch, do you?” I ask. “I need to get warm.”
Thor doesn’t hesitate. He runs his fingers from the hem of my panties, up my spine, and into my hair, wrenching my head back and sending a vicious jolt through my body.
“I can get you warm.”
