Page 81 of Off Balance

I never want to get up, I just want to lie this way until all the cum dries and our skin fuses together. Until he has no other choice than to carry me around with him, because I'm glued to his chest.

I giggle at my wayward thoughts, and then have to share them before Dom threatens to tickle them out of me. He laughs too and then licks my jaw where my face dragged through the mess on his chest.

"That was perfect," he says.

"So perfect."

Eventually we have to get up and get showered, but a quick clean up becomes twenty minutes of me washing cum from Dom's ass, which makes us both hard again. Dom nearly slips on the tile floor and hurts himself scrambling back to the bed to get the lube when I make a passing joke that we should have some in every corner, just in case.

I take his ass again with him on all fours on the floor of the shower, and both our knees are red and bruised.

For once in my life, I want to stay in bed all day. I want to do nothing but fuck and kiss and talk and fuck some more. I've never wanted to fuck so much. I liked sex before, it was a good distraction, and it felt good most of the time. But this…

This is something brand new. Something big and beautiful and addictive.

And yeah, it's the orgasms. It's feeling someone from the inside and knowing I'm making them feel good. It’s also having a partner that actually gives a fuck, that pays attention and wants me to feel just as much, if not more, pleasure than he does. It's reciprocal and caring.

Every time he touches me, or so much as looks at me, I feel like I’m something special to him. I feel like I matter.

But we can't just fuck all day, no matter how good of an exercise it is. Today is Dom’s dreaded photoshoot.

“What do I wear to this thing?”

“Anything you want,” I say, then waggle my eyebrows. “Nothing at all.”

“I should buy a robe. I’m going to run to the store and?—”

“Oh, no you don’t, big guy.” I laugh and pull him back in bed. “If you ghost my cousin, he’ll find you and cut you from stem to stern. And I rather like your stem, so please be a good boy and just throw on sweatpants or something. We’re only going across the hall to the studio.”

He huffs, and it’s adorable. When I tell him so, he lifts his head and gives me a side eye that could melt the paint from the walls. I snort loudly, then cover my face with both hands.

Dom’s booming laugh reverberates off the walls.

Just then, the door opens, and my cousin sticks his head in the door. “Oh no, you aren’t naked are you? Oh. You aren’t.” He makes a bored face of disappointment.

Flinging myself off the bed with a shriek, I practically fly across the room and launch myself at Antoni. Once we’re done jumping up and down like idiots, I finally pull Dom over, noticing that he changed into sweatpants while we were distracted.

“Hello, Daddy,” Antoni says, looking Dom up and down.

Dom turns wide eyes on me, and I suppress a laugh. “Go easy on him,” I tell Antoni, having one of our silent conversations through a series of facial expressions and eyebrow movements.

Antoni’s mouth drops open, then snaps shut and does a dramatic wave over his face. “Right. Professionalism.” He reaches his hand out to shake Dom’s. “I’m Antoni. Cam’s cousin.”

“I figured as much.”

“Are you ready to get started? I sent Ellis down the hall to set up. That’s where you wanted us, right?”

“It’s the studio where we rehearse, so I think it makes sense.” I look at Dom to see if he has any input, but he just looks incredibly uncomfortable. Linking my hand through his, I give him a reassuring squeeze. “You’ve already done the hard part,” I remind him, since he’s already done the actual interview portion. “All you have to do now is look pretty.”

He gives me an incredulous look, but I rake my eyes slowly over him.

“You better stop before you get yourself in trouble,” he mutters, pulling me into his side just as we’re walking into the studio.

“Damn,” Antoni says, coughing.

He looks pointedly at the other guy in the room and fans his face. The petite brunette, whom I’m guessing is Ellis, is wearing low cut baggy jeans and a heather grey crop top with a Tampa Bay Rays baseball logo on it. He laughs and shakes his head at Antoni, probably used to his antics since they went to college together.

“Hi, I’m Ellis. You must be Domenick?”

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