He'd just lit a fresh cigarette when someone knocked on the door jamb. Cigarette in hand, he turned and waved Clay inside. Taking a few cautious steps inside, Clay looked around the dressing room, more lushly furnished than his own. Simon looked him over, eyebrows raised, imagining the reasons behind this mid-season pre-show visit. He took a drag on his cigarette, exhaling slowly.

"So, what did you want?" Clay looked down at his feet.

"I, uh, wanted to talk to you about. your critiques of my performances." He looked up at Simon expectantly.

"Don't tell me you think I'm being too hard on you?" Simon took another pull on his cigarette, surveying Clay again. "I'm just trying to be honest, not flatter you and kiss your ass the way Paula does."

"Honesty is good. I just want to know what you think I can do to improve for this week."

"Getting nervous as we get closer to the end, are we?" Simon raised his eyebrow, smirking. Clay was silent in reply. Simon put his cigarette down in an ashtray on the table. "You know you've got nothing to be nervous about." He stood up and circled around Clay slowly, sizing him up.

"I. I'm glad you think so" stammered Clay, his eyes following Simon's movements around him.

"You've got a great voice and millions of young girls waiting by the phone to dial in and pledge their love to you. Why should you be nervous?"

Clay started to laugh, but it caught in his throat when Simon suddenly leaned into him, raising on tiptoes and pressing his lips to Clay's. He paused for a moment, not sure of how to react, what to do in response to this. As Simon's arms wrapped around him, he eased into this kiss, opening his mouth to Simon's searching tongue. It still tasted of tobacco and coffee - so different from all of the boys Clay had kissed in high school. And he had kissed plenty of boys in high school.

Continuing to kiss him, Simon's hands stroked down his chest, coming to rest at the top of Clay's pants. Breaking the kiss, he began to undo the button.

"I thought you could use a little help relaxing" he whispered, sliding his hands into Clay's plaid boxers. Clay smiled and pressed his hips against Simon's hand. He was already growing hard against the older man's touch. Since arriving in LA, he'd only been able to seek solace in his own hand. Now the thought of being gotten off by someone else was getting him over-excited.

Clay leaned down, pressing his mouth hungrily into Simon's neck. He nipped and licked at the skin that smelled faintly of tobacco and aftershave. Simon groaned in response, continuing to stroke Clay with a steady, teasing rhythm. He ran his thumb over the tip of Clay's erection, spreading pre-cum over Clay's cock and his hand. Hand lubed now, he increased his rhythm, feeling Clay trembling in excitement against him.

Clay's face was buried in Simon's neck, his breath growing heavy and mouth forming the 'o' shape of silent gasps. He pushed his hips against Simon's hand, knees feeling weak and feeling light-headed. His mind was focused on the singular though of cumming with Simon's hand wrapped around his hard dick. He was pushing in rhythm with that hand, low throaty growls emerging from his mouth as he pushed closer to bliss. Simon's mouth was on his neck now, nipping and sucking lightly. Tightening his grip around Clay, he increased his pace.

Clay's eyes snapped shut and then quickly open again, rolling towards the ceiling. He let out a low, echoing cry, thrusting a final time into Simon's fist. His body shook as he came, sighs escaping his mouth and hands clawing at Simon's back. Clay rested his head on Simon's shoulder, smiling into it.

"Thanks for the advice" he whispered.



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