Page 91 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

"What the fuck do you want?" he demanded, looking furious and… embarrassed.

I looked down and saw the way his underwear was tented and couldn't breathe.

He tried to hide himself behind the door, then tried to slam it closed, but my foot was in the way and I just—pushed it open the rest of the way.

The camera I'd seen before was set up on a stand, pointing straight at the bed, which was lit up by a ring light.

It was neatly made, but there was a bottle of lube on top of the covers. There were dildos on the top and a big, flesh-coloured one on the floor. I realized that had been the source of the bang.

I stepped into the room like I was possessed, unable to look away.

The camera was still running.

It was hooked up to the computer on his desk with a long wire and there, on Jonas' screen, his bed was visible so he could watch what he was recording.

"Is this what you do for money?" I found myself asking, and I didn't know how the hell my voice was so steady when my heart was racing the way it was.

Dildos. I hadn't looked up guys using them... maybe that was why I hadn't found him. Didn't that mean he liked guys? Or dick, at least. I was right next door. He could have asked me...

“Where do you put the videos?” I asked.

“…Red Light Boys…”

I swallowed. Yup. Behind a paywall. That website was notorious. I’d seen the ads before. I was pretty sure they offered more than just porn, but all this sudden interest in boys was new to me. I’d never been on the site.

"Are you going to tell my brother?" Jonas asked from behind me, drawing my attention back to him. He sounded like a child who'd just been caught doing something bad, and I supposed this was the adult equivalent of that.

Instead of answering, I bent and picked the large dildo up off the floor.

"What are you doing?" Jonas choked.

I wasn't really sure myself, except that the rubbery flesh of the thing was wet with lube and my cock was now rock hard.

Finally, I looked back at Jonas. He was shifting from foot to foot nervously, the bulge in his pants considerably smaller. I'd never seen him so embarrassed—nearly on the verge of tears, but there was no need for that. I wasn't judging him. I just... didn't want to leave. Even though I should. Even though he surely wanted me to.

And if he told me straight up to go, I would, but I couldn't just walk away now, not when I was standing here in the middle of it, the plasticky scent of cherry lube filling the air.

"Get back on the bed."

My words didn't come out as strong as before, barely above a whisper, but Jonas' eyes widened dramatically.

He stared at me, unmoving but for the way his hands were shaking at his sides. Then, instead of telling me to leave, he walked forward slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he crawled onto the bed on his knees.

Once he was in front of me, he stopped, our heights level, his bare chest heaving under the light, pale, unblemished skin over lean muscles. So beautiful. Just like his face, his hair, everything.

"What are you doing?" he finally asked, voice trembling and he was getting hard again. He wanted me to do this, I realized. That thought pushed any lingering hesitation out of my body.

"Helping you out," I said. "Turn around."

He visibly shivered, goosebumps rising on his skin, and then he did what I told him to do, turning his back to me.

Now I was shaking too, but I reached out, touching the beauty mark on his nape that often drew my gaze before pushing him down.

He went easily, bracing his elbows on the bed so his ass was in the air, facing me. There was a wet spot from the lube soaking the blue fabric.

I traced my fingers over his back, feeling all the goosebumps until I reached his boxers. Instead of pulling them down, I touched the wet spot first, and pressed against it, unable to believe this was happening.

Jonas took a sharp breath, his hips pushing back against my fingers for a second.

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