Page 29 of The Step Don't

“I…wanted to take off my shirt?” I say ridiculously. Ash squints in that cute way he does sometimes, but then just chuckles without calling me on my dopiness. “Where do you usually do this? And get those pants off.” I toss my tee to the floor and make it a point to keep my fucking pants on.

“In the desk chair.”

I nod and go to his backpack to pull his laptop out. I hear noises behind me, and a quiet voice in my head is saying,Ash is getting naked, Ash is getting naked, Ash is getting naked.Of course he’s getting naked. How else is he going to jerk off on camera? What is wrong with me?

I turn around with the laptop, and yep, he’s naked. I’m thicker than Ash, but he’s longer. He’s half hard, his balls plump with the big loads I remember him making. “Wow, don’t even have to get worked up much, do you?” I tease.

“I’m naked in front of a hot guy and about to jerk off on camera. Just thinking about those things gets my balls full.”

I frown. “You think I’m hot? I mean…Iamhot. Ijust didn’t know you thought that.”

“Anyone who can see you knows you’re hot, Col.”

I nod in a way that feels a little dumb, then blurt out, “I’ll be right back,” and leave the room before Ash can say anything. I don’t go far, just to my room, rolling my computer chair across the carpet until I get back to him. “I figure I can sit off camera, but I want to angle it so I can see you, but also what people are saying. I think that’ll help me get it.”

Ash cocks a brow.

“What?”

“You’re taking this seriously.”

“When do I not take important things seriously?”

“Good point.”

Ash grabs the lube while we get everything set up. He turns on the camera, and we find a spot where my chair won’t be on-screen but I’m close enough to get the full picture about everything.

Ash sits down so his torso is all that’s showing.

“You can’t see your cock,” I tell him.

“I know. I’ll show it.” Ash chuckles. “I usually start this with my pants on. You seemed eager for me to get them off, so I went with it.”

“I wasn’t eager.”

“I seem to remember a very pointedget those pants off.”

Why does he have to remember everything I say? “Again, just trying to be helpful.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

I don’t reply because really, I’m not even sure how to.

Ash logs in to his account—fratwiz20. It’s such an Ash name.

He plucks at his nipples the way I do to myself, while watching the online room, waiting for people to show up. My gaze darts back and forth between him and the screen, and I see the changes in him—how his teeth dig into his bottom lip as he waits, the way his eyes won’t meet mine, staring at the computer, his thoughts on display for me in a way I don’t think they would be for anyone else.

Holy shit. Ash is afraid no one will show up.

My fingers twitch to reach for him. I try to find the words to tell him he’s fucking hot, and people will show up, and fuck them if they don’t, but then the first name pops onto the screen, quickly followed by another and another.

BiGuyFker: fuk yea. Ur back.

UzeMyHole33: Cant wait to see you shooooot.

CockChaser86: would do anything to taste your load.

Okay, come on strong much? Simmer down there, guys. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell them that’s my brother they’re talking about, but then my gaze snags on Ash, on the sparkle of gold in his intense gaze. His teeth no longer biting into his lip, his skin flushed with desireas the compliments roll in.

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