The problem in his pants refused to go down. He would be damned if the paparazzi caught him aroused on camera. His little friend would be splashed on television for every teenage girl to see and fantasize about. Moreover, rumors of his sexual escapades would light up in the industry. He groaned. He was unbelievably lucky for bringing a long jacket with him. He didn't particularly like them, but City L at that time of the year was freezing. Thank god, it hid his body well. He plunged his hand into the pockets of the jacket to covertly enter the hotel he was living in, unnoticed.
When he rid himself of Stephen and entered his shower, relief washed over him. The handy toiletries supplied by the hotel felt like a boon. He opened the bottle and sniffed it unhappily. The flowery scent would not suit his image, but it would have to do for then. He could have gone without, but really, he didn't want his little friend to rebel and go out of order in protest.
