Page 47 of For the Cameras

“And you promise you don’t feel strange about it?” he asked, searching my face like he was working out a math equation.

“Strangeabout it? I feel like it’s the most fun I’ve had in years,” I said. “That night was fun, Adam.”

He let out a breath, rubbing at the back of his neck. “You can’t imagine how glad I am to hear you say that,” he told me.

“It doesn’t have to be weird,” I said, shifting on my feet. “You like uploading videos of yourself. I love filming them. No one knows it’s us. To be honest, we can kind of do whatever the hell we want.”

“That’s something I need more of in my life.”

I nodded. “Then let’s fucking do it,” I said. “Nothing to lose. All in.”

“All in,” he repeated.

I looked him up and down. All I could think about was seeing him completely naked again. If we were filming things, it was all okay.

It didn’t have tomeansomething.

I didn’t have to worry about things being too serious, or worry about being… too much, for him.

We would be there with one goal in mind, and that was to put up great content for his viewers. There was nothing wrong with that, right?

“When do you usually like to record your videos?” I asked him.

“I think you already know the answer to that,” he told me. “Mr.ChillyIcyBlue.”

I hummed, feeling way too turned on by him acknowledging my secret online name. “Well, from the looks of the shadows and light in most of the shots, I’d say you film most of them in late afternoon and around sunset,” I said. “So… right about now.”

He palmed his cock through his jeans, nodding once at me. “I’m really hard, Chase. We could film one upstairs?”

Fuck.

If I thought it went straight to my cock when he blushed, this was a whole new level.

“I have one of my personal cameras in the bag with me,” I said. “You sure you’re ready?”

“I really need to come, to be honest,” he told me, and I swore I needed a leather strap to bite or something, because the man was going to make me lose my mind with desire.

I met his eyes again. “You need to, huh?”

“I haven’t come since… well, since you last saw me do it.”

“Okay,you’rethe crazy one,” I said. “That was two nights ago.”

He nodded. “I was a little bit caught up in shame, the past couple of days.”

“Shame?” I protested. “When I’m feeling ashamed, that’s when I want to jerk off the most.”

This earned a deep, genuine laugh from him. His smile went all the way up to his eyes. “That gets you going?”

“Whatdoesn’tget me going, Adam?” I admitted. “If I’m ashamed, I want to go get off about it. If I’m feeling hot, I want to go get off about it. If I’m feeling too tired, too awake, too stressed…”

He licked his lips. “I see.”

“Sorry. Now I’m the one making it weird,” I said as I went to the living room, pulling out my smaller, personal camera.

“No. It’s hot,” Adam said. “I appreciate it. You’re keeping me hard for when we film.”

GoodLord, the man had no idea how hot half of the things he said were.

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