Page 90 of Off Limits

I waited to see if he’d say more, then put my phone down on my desk when the screen went dark.

I tapped on one of the keys on my laptop to wake it up and navigated to the video editor app I’d downloaded.

It had been weeks since Asa and I filmed ourselves during the cam show, and I hadn’t even looked at the footage. Asa sent me his files, and I loaded all of them onto my computer, but that was as far as I’d gotten.

I wasn’t even sure why I was procrastinating. We got tons of questions about the footage from our viewers every week, and even more requests to make content together. Asa was fine with us selling it, and I was the one who thought of the idea in the first place.

Yet I was reluctant to do anything with the videos.

Whatever the reason, I needed to get over it and make the damn video. This was business, nothing more.

Steeling my resolve, I uploaded the files into the editing app. I’d played around with it a bit over the past few weeks to get a feel for it, and it seemed easy enough to work with. Hopefully I could get this done and over with fast.

Once the files were ready, I opened the one of Asa going down on me.

The footage was a bit shaky and the odd noise from something scraping over the microphone cut into the audio, but even with the imperfections, I couldn’t look away from it.

Seeing it on a bigger screen was so different than when I’d watched him through my phone, and now that I didn’t have the distraction of having his mouth on me, I was able to focus on him and not on what he was doing to me.

I’d obviously paid attention in the moment, but seeing everything on my computer screen was so much more intense. Like the way Asa’s eyes blazed with not just lust, but also something darker, more primal, as he worked me over. Or how his expression changed between sensual and teasing depending on what he was doing to me.

Even little things like that secret smile he’d give me before he started, or how he licked his lips when he was feeling playful, were amplified by the bigger screen.

Leaning back in my chair, I stared in rapt fascination as I watched the video, my unease growing with each passing minute.

Asa was gorgeous, and I’d always thought so. Even when I thought I hated him and wasn’t even sure I was bi, I was attracted to him. I didn’t understand it at the time, but looking back, it was obvious that I’d always had a bit of a thing for him.

But there was something about the way he looked at me in the video that made my chest tighten. He wasn’t looking at the camera and playing things up; he was looking atme, and he wasn’t holding anything back.

He was letting me see how much he enjoyed touching me. How much he wanted me to enjoy it. He never rushed things, never tried to speed them along or pushed for the next thing. He was always fully in the moment with me, and he didn’t hide anything.

I’d seen it every time we were together, but I hadn’t reallyseenit until this moment.

The version of Asa on the screen wasn’t the same guy our viewers saw, and I knew for a fact it wasn’t anything like what the people he hooked up with saw.

I was the only person who got to see him stripped down and bare like that, and it had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with him trusting me enough to show me the real him.

That was why I’d been so reluctant to do anything with this video, and why I’d put off even looking at it for so long. I’d instinctively known there was no way in hell I was going to let anyone else see it.

It was fucked up, but it felt like we’d captured a private moment, something that was just for us. It didn’t matter that we’d been live on cam at the time; his teasing looks and secret smiles were for me, and I didn’t want to share them with anyone.

At least we still had three other videos. I’d just tell everyone there were some technical issues with this one and leave it out of the final cut.

I removed the video from the app and saved it in a hidden folder. Then I opened the video he’d taken of me going down on him.

Asa’s recording skills were better than mine, but I paused the video after less than a minute.

I might be a cammer, but I’d never watched up close footage of myself doing anything sexual before this moment, especially not with another person. I’d assumed I’d look a bit goofy, but it wouldn’t matter because everyone would be too focused on the blowjob to care if I made weird faces or whatever.

The same intensity I’d seen in Asa’s video was mirrored back to me in mine. I’d been so into things when we were filming that I barely noticed the camera. I wasn’t performing for our viewers or any potential customers. I was in the moment, and he was the only thing I was thinking about.

The look in my eyes wasn’t just lust and desire. There was also affection, hunger, and what I could only describe as possession. I wasn’t looking at him like a fuck buddy or even a cam partner. That was how you looked at someone who was yours. Someone you didn’t just want, but someone you needed.

This was bad.

I was already having a hard enough time flipping between roommates and cam partners and keeping things separate. The last thing I needed was to have video proof that what I felt for him went way beyond a casual hook-up.

I had no idea how we’d gotten to this point, but Asa wasn’t just my friend; he was the person who mattered the most. He was the person I turned to when I needed to talk to someone or even just needed company. Seeing him smile made me happy, and I enjoyed taking care of him. But what I liked even more was that heletme take care of him. How he allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of me, and how he never hesitated to turn to me when he needed support.

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