Page 34 of For the Cameras

“You knew the whole time,” I whispered.

“Adam,” he said, sitting up straighter and giving me a pointed look. “I fuckingloveyour videos. I’m never going to be ashamed to say that. But I also don’t think you should be ashamed that they’re yours. I don’t see you any differently. I think you’re one of the coolest people I’ve ever met.”

I puffed out a laugh, feeling a new level of alcohol in my blood. “No one has ever called mecoolbefore, that’s for damn sure.”

“Who else can solve complex math equations by day and then upload the best cumshots on the internet by night?”

I shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe lots of the best hot rods online are secretly great statisticians, too.”

Chase smiled, and his dimples appeared, which meant my cock perked up yetagain, which made me reach for the bottle of vodka.

Christ, my life had very suddenly gotten very strange.

“Can I ask you a question, too?” Chase said, shifting on his lounge chair to face me.

“Chase, as far as I’m concerned, my life as I knew it is now over,” I said as I poured heavy on another shot. “You can ask me anything. Are you going to tell me you’ve secretly worked at my company office for ten years? Secretly known my mom for my whole life? Are you secretly my long-lost friend from elementary school?”

“None of those things. I have no more secrets. And I’m an open fucking book, so don’t worry about that.”

I breathed deep before tossing back the next shot of watermelon vodka. “Go for it, then.”

“My question is, how did you start uploading videos to OnlyShots?” Chase asked. “You clearly don’t need the extra money, because I’m sure your data job pays you handsomely.”

I shook my head, leaning back and staring up at the night sky. “I’ve spent my whole life being the good boy,” I said. “I did great academically. Have always done great at work. But I’ve also always been afraid of my own shadow when it came to anything remotely sexual or social or romantic. Uploading those videos online was the first time in my life where I felt like I was being… bad.”

Chase held my gaze, something flashing behind his eyes. “And being bad felt good?”

I sighed. “Being bad feels really, really good sometimes,” I murmured.

Something flared in my chest as I admitted it to him. I knew I was saying things I normally would never say. I was pretty damn tipsy now, but I was pretty sure I’d be saying all of this to Chase tonight anyway, after finding out he was ChillyIcyBlue.

I had nothing to lose. Usually, in social interactions, I was so deeply afraid to make a fool out of myself, but with Chase, I’d already felt like the world’s biggest fool earlier tonight.

I had nowhere else to mess up, so for the first time, I actually feltfree.

“I like being bad, too,” Chase said, “but I don’t think that’ll come as any surprise.”

“You don’t seem bad, to me,” I offered. “Flirty, sure. A little cocky. But everyone likes that.”

“And I take it as a huge compliment,” he said, making a little motion like he was dusting his shoulders off as he smiled. “Now that I can be open about this stuff, too, I can say what I’ve really wanted to say the whole time. You use your cell phone camera for your videos, right? I have a couple of professional digitalcameras at home that you can absolutely borrow for some super high-quality stuff. I can help you with angles and lighting, too.”

I leaned my head back on the chair. “Are you seriously giving me advice on mycumshotvideos right now?”

“Why the hell not?” he protested. “Adam, I’m a camera guy. I’ve been filming things for my entire adult life and the better part of my childhood, too. We could film some incredible stuff together.”

My blood ran hot.

“The idea of another person being in the same room while I film my videos is completely unimaginable.”

Chase’s eyes smoldered as he looked at me, shrugging one shoulder. “Strictly business, right?”

My heart thudded in my chest and my cock strained against my pants. “Strictly business,” I repeated, swallowing.

“I’m a professional, Adam,” Chase said. “It’s not like I would stand there jerking off behind the camera while I filmed you—”

“Oh,God,” I groaned.

“Unless you wanted me to, of course.”

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