Page 29 of Obsessed

“Really?” Taking the last bite of his sandwich, Rain dusted off his hands and stood. “Let’s do it! Do you have enough battery power?” By this point, he’d picked up a few things including the fact that drone batteries lasted roughly thirty minutes.

“I have one that’s still fully charged.” Putting the camera away in its case, Mason packed up the towel and their trash and then readied the drone. Once he started the propellers, he handed Rain the controller, which was a large screen with stats all around it like a video game, flanked on either side by a small joystick.

“Push the left stick up,” Mason pointed and Rain did so, gingerly. The drone rose a few feet in the air and he could see half of Mason’s head on the controller.

Adding a bit more force, Rain followed the drone with his eyes as it soared up into the sky.

“The left one is for vertical, the right is for horizontal.” Mason gestured at the other joystick. Pushing it to the side with his thumb, Rain watched it cross above him, and Mason pressed the record button on the edge of the screen, capturing video. “Practice. We’re in a field, there’s nothing to hit.”

Starting slowly, Rain took his time getting used to the controls and once he did, he had the drone zooming around hundreds of feet in the air, where he could see lakes miles away. Not expecting to enjoy this so much, Rain could barely tear his eyes from the screen as this small lesson took root in his new brain, giving it life.

“Holy shit, look at the farms! Coooows!” Rain squinted at the screen, gaze quickly flicking up toward the faint buzz and immediately back down. “Can I zoom in?”

Rain felt Mason before he saw him, and a shadow fell over the controller.

“Here.” Taking Rain’s index finger, he guided it to a small wheel under the left side as Rain’s cheeks warmed. “This is zoom. The other side tilts the camera.”

Torn between that touch and learning more, Rain surprised himself by fiddling with the wheels, smiling even wider when Mason didn’t step back.

“Anywhere you tap the screen is autofocus.” Mason did so and a small yellow box appeared over the cows.

“Nice!” Rain adjusted the camera, zooming in on a calf asleep in the meadow, its tongue lolling out.

Mason huffed and Rain didn’t have time to wonder if that was a laugh because he was suddenly engulfed. Putting his hands over Rain’s, Mason worked the joysticks, pulling the drone back diagonally. It required perfect balance between the vertical and horizontal, but Rain couldn’t concentrate because the way Mason pressed against him, gently guiding his hands while smelling like film and sage, had him hard in seconds.

But he didn’t want to have sex yet, he wanted to fly, and the strange phenomenon grew as Rain’s brain hijacked his libido, helping him refocus as Mason explained that a home point had been set, so if connection to the controller was lost, then the drone would return to them, that the exposure needed to be pushed in the negative because the drone shot a little too brightly, and that it always kept enough battery charge to return, so it would never drop out of the sky.

Scanning the bird’s eye view once again, Rain sighed happily. “I’ll never get tired of this.”

“Keep practicing. I need a drone assistant.”

“Really?” Halting his fingers, Rain looked up over his shoulder at Mason, who gave him a single nod, and Rain’s cock pulsed. “Okay.” He didn’t know why he was blushing like an idiotagainbut thankfully the controller started beeping loudly, asking for attention since the drone was out of juice.

Rain made a face at the sound, his erection fading as Mason pulled away.

“Bring it back.” Mason glanced up and Rain could’ve sworn it was to hide another one of those sort-of grins, so he turned that face onto him.

“Thanks.” Squinting into the sky once again, Rain located the drone, aligning it overhead and carefully lowering it. He’d brought it up so high that for a little while it seemed like it wasn’t sinking, but its buzz eventually got louder and it grew larger until it stopped about half a foot off the ground. The grass underneath it blew every which way until the drone’s programming kicked in and it descended perfectly, its propellers stopping along with the beeping, leaving quiet in their wake.

Mason immediately gathered it up, folding the legs in.

“That was super fun!” Rain handed him back the controller, making sure they brushed fingers, but Mason was used to his flirting and continued to pack things up. “Why don’t you do this by the house? Too many people?”

Mason shook his head, putting everything but the tripod into two bags.

“We’re too close to an airport and I’m not going to be one of those idiot pilots who doesn’t care about where or how high they fly. The last wedding I went to was in a no-fly zone and the videographer still had his drone four hundred feet up. I thought the police and the FAA were going to show up and arrest him.”

“…wow.” Rain’s eyes were wide.

Flinging one of the bags over his shoulder, Mason glowered. “What.”

“I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard you say. Drones really get you fired up, huh?” Giving Mason a cheesy smile, he snatched the other camera bag, this time getting the small grin he’d missed before.

“Not drones,” Mason said after a few seconds, lifting the tripod. “Stupid people.”

Rain snorted in agreement as the two of them headed up the road, back to where they’d parked. “Understandable. I’ve worked with some servers who cried easily and couldn’t remember more than one drink order at a time.”

It was Mason’s turn to snort.

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