Lost and Found

Alec was lost at sea when his phone began to ring. 

His yacht had been circling a small Caribbean island for days longer than he'd planned, but he couldn't bring himself to leave. The absence of paparazzi, the hot sun, and the calm waters were a refreshing change and he'd finally regained a normal sleeping pattern after spending several months getting pissed every night, smoking in underground nightclubs until he was off his head, and then sleeping in until the early afternoon.

As it was, he'd been asleep until his phone began buzzing. Stretched on a towel on the deck of his yacht, the sun hot against his chest, he'd been dreaming about something that instantly slipped away as soon as he started waking up. It had been a good dream, and he could vaguely remember feeling incredibly satisfied as warmth surrounded him and the scent of vanilla and sweat lingered in his nose and at the back of his throat. 

"Babe, your phone is ringing." 

Melanie sauntered across the deck, her tanned body glistening with sea water. She was wearing a black bikini and the panties cut into her ass as she bent over to grab the mobile and check the caller profile.

"Who's calling?" Alec asked in a lazy voice, propping himself up onto his elbows. 

"It's Richard." Melanie told him, walking over to him, swinging her hips slightly to catch his attention. Her blue eyes spotted the stretched material of his swim shorts by his crotch and a slow grin unfurled on her pink lips. "Dreaming of me, babe?" 

Alec couldn't be bothered to reply. If he told her the truth - that he'd been dreaming about warmth and vanilla and that was why he'd gotten hard - she'd get pissed at him, thinking he was talking about some other girl. But if he agreed with her, pretended he'd been dreaming of her, it would be like admitting she meant something to him, when in reality he'd only brought her along because she was perfectly willing to be fucked at any hour of the day. 

"Hey, Richard, man. What's up?" Alec accepted the call and lay back down, ignoring Melanie's pout when he didn't answer her. 

"Alec -- hey -- you there? -- line must be bad, damn it." 

"I'm here, Rich. Try moving about a bit to get a better connection." Alec suggested, amused. He definitely wasn't about to move - Melanie, annoyed by the fact he'd ignored her, was trying to get his attention by pressing kisses to his lower abdomen, her lips damp and salty, her fingers playing with the waistband of his shorts. 

That - as well as the goddess-like body - was another good thing about Melanie. He didn't have to say anything - mainly because when he did, whatever he said annoyed her or 'hurt her feelings'. The methods she used to try and receive some attention from him whenever he dismissed her were always interesting, and usually involved using her well-trained tongue in some way. It required very little effort on his behalf, which was the best part.

"Okay, right. I've gone outside -- is the connection better?" 

"Yeah," Alec replied with a drawl. Melanie had pulled down his shorts and her lips, hot on his skin, were trailing down the length of his dick teasingly. Whenever he grabbed the back of her head and shoved her down she got rather offended, so he resisted the urge and the temptation of telling her to hurry up. The dream had left him throbbing and desperate for release, and this teasing was just her way of trying to get him to care about her by showing how loving she was. He really wasn't in the mood. 

"I know you told me not to contact you for a little while, but something interesting came through the other day --" 

Alec missed the next part of the sentence. His phone crackled as the connection weakened slightly, and his hips jerked forwards as Melanie fitted her lips around the head of his cock, her tongue flicking over the slit. 

"-- hey, you still there?" 

"Something interesting came through?" Alec prompted in a grunt as Melanie's golden head bobbed down, his dick sliding into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. 

"Yeah. I wouldn't have called if it wasn't good, you know that, man. So don't hang up." 

Alec recalled the last conversation he'd had with his agent, four days ago. It was about the consequences of his arrest for drug possession and vandalism after a New York night out (most of which he couldn't remember), and the amount of cash that had been transferred from his account to pay for it. When Richard had begun describing the headlines - Son of Deceased Actors Makes a Scene in New York Underground - he'd hung up and almost thrown his mobile into the sea in irritation. 

"Yeah, I know. Sorry about last time." Alec apologized. He didn't really mean it but he was feeling particularly generous as Melanie went deeper, her ass in the air as she dragged her tongue upwards. "So what's this about?" 

"You've been offered a part in a TV series --"  

"Oh yeah? What's so special about that?" Alec interrupted, lifting himself a little so Melanie could reach the rest of his cock more easily. She moaned around his dick, her eyes flitting to meet his to make sure he'd noticed the noises she was making. He rolled his eyes before closing them and laying his head back down. 

"I know, I know. You get offers all the time because of your parents." Richard's voice was half-irritated, half-amused. Despite never properly learning how to act or enrolling in drama classes, Alec still received scripts and calls from directors and producers all the time. Hence why Richard, his high-profile agent, was necessary. 

"Precisely. And after this whole fuckstorm in New York the only reason a director would want me would be so I could play some messed-up druggie teen character. Or, even worse, a sparkly vampire for some tween franchise. My reputation - or what's left of it - would go to shit." 

"That's where you're wrong, my man." There was a crackle and the sound of breath catching on the other side; Alec could imagine Richard taking a drag on his e-cigarette (all the rage amongst middle-aged businessmen, apparently) and grinning smugly. "This one's different." 

"How?" Alec was too distracted to concentrate on the dull conversation with his agent; Melanie was deepthroating him, her cheeks caving in and her eyes fluttering closed, and he was almost ready to cum. Every muscle seemed to be clenched as he fought to restrain himself a little longer. 

"It's not about messed-up teens or drugs or gang violence or any of that. It's historical, and if you work with one of the people there your reputation will improve almost overnight, trust me. This other person's practically a saint, compared to you." 

"Who?" Alec forced out between gritted teeth. His dick was throbbing and he was lost in a world between the pleasure of release and the pain of restraint. 

"It's time for some brother-sister bonding time to help your rep, man. They're trying to cast Evelyn too." 

"Wait --" 

He came hard, lights flashing across the blackness of his closed eyelids, ignoring Melanie's muffled moan of surprise. All of his other thoughts - of putting up with Melanie, of hiring the yacht for another week, of the crap he'd put in his system in New York - fizzled to the back of his mind when he heard his estranged sister's name. 

He waited until Melanie was asleep before he called Richard back. He wanted to properly concentrate on the conversation this time, and whenever he was on the phone Melanie seemed to think he was doing it to intentionally ignore her - and then, like always, she'd suddenly be desperate for him, her fingers playing with her bra straps as she bit her lower lip and practically started dry-humping the nearest object. 

"Thanks for calling back. This is a first, I think."

"Sorry I hung up," Alec repeated shortly. "The connection was bad anyway." 

"No problem. So you want more info on the role?" 

"I guess." Alec replied coolly, trying not to sound eager. Richard wasn't wrong: this was a first for him. The first time he'd been bothered, the first time he'd worried that Richard might hang up on him or that the casting producers would suddenly change their mind. He hated sounding so uncertain, even if it was only with Richard, who'd known him since he was a kid. 

"It's set in the 1800s in England. All about lords and ladies and love, I think. It's got some darker themes mixed in there with the tea parties though, don't worry."  

"Yeah, yeah," Alec wasn't overly interested; there was only one topic of conversation he wanted to discuss. "What did you say about Evie?" 

"Well, Evie --" 

"Evelyn." Alec corrected him quickly. As far as he was concerned, he was the only person allowed to give his sister that nickname. "Evelyn to you, Rich." 

"Evelyn, then." Richard conceded, ignoring the irritation in Alec's voice. "The director specifically asked for the both of you to play two characters -- a brother and a sister -- knew your parents, I think. They're not main characters, just a side story -- opportunity, though." 

Alec let this information settle in as the line crackled with static again. He had moved out on to the deck again and leaned against the railing, staring out at the dark horizon. The sun had set hours ago and the only lights were the orange flickers from Melanie's artificial candles and the pearly sheen of the crescent moon. 

"So she's agreed?" 

"Not sure, mate. But she'd be crazy to refuse. It's Derek Blake directing, for God's sake. He's one of the best directors in the business -- and well-known for giving new actors their chance to shine. Word is they've got Leonard Handelson composing the soundtrack, too." 

"But basically, to sum it up - if she doesn't do it, I don't either?" 

"No clue. But your changes are a hundred times better if she signs up too, though. Imagine! The infamous Delancey-Foxx siblings on-screen together..." 

"Couldn't you call her, Rich? Convince her to do it?" 

"And you couldn't do that because...?" 

Alec didn't answer, instead staring into the night. After their parents had died - when he was eleven, and Evie was eight - they hadn't really kept in contact. He'd gone to stay with a strange, vaguely friendly woman in Queens, New York and she'd been moved to their grandparents' house on the outskirts of London. All of their closeness had disappeared in the years afterwards, when it became clear they enjoyed spending their time in vastly different ways. 

"Could you just do that for me, Rich?" Alec encouraged, as patiently as he could manage. 

"Sure -- wouldn't hurt, I suppose. I'll get back to you, mate. And try and start making preparations to come back, would you? It's been five weeks now. You can't sulk forever." 

Alec grinned at that before hanging up. Rich was one of the few people who put up with Alec's arrogant and short-tempered attitude, and would poke fun of it upon occasion. Alec knew he irritated people sometimes - but it wasn't his fault if they bored him, or if he wasn't attracted to them. At least he didn't feign interest and then break their heart later on - most of the time.   

Speaking of which - it was definitely time to get rid of Melanie. Hopefully he'd have something else to occupy him now.