Page 44 of Spring Fling
Aiden’s face flushed, but he nodded. It had been one thing for him to be in the pictures. His face hadn’t been included, but it would be hard to hide him while filming. Lots of guys got away with never showing their face and we could figure it out if that was what Aiden wanted to do, but the way he’d gone all in back in Mexico... I didn’t think it would be a problem.
After Aiden had gone home, I shoved my sheets into the washing machine. One of these days, Teresa would question just how often I washed them, but today was not that day.
I went upstairs to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.
My feet were lead as I made my way back down to the basement, but I wanted to get ahead on editing today’s footage. The camera still stood on the tripod next to my bed, so I removed it to take out the memory card.
My eyes grew heavy as I booted up my computer, and I was tempted to give up and edit things in the morning. However, I needed the content, and it would be better for me if I could geta little ahead. My neck cracked as I rolled my head in an attempt to wake myself up some more and focus.
When I loaded the memory card, two different saved files surprised me. I hadn’t remembered the last time I’d recorded anything. It was before the trip to Mexico, but I had edited all of that and uploaded it to the site. What the fuck was on my camera?
I clicked on the first file, and all prior pretenses of sleep vanished. I was wide the fuck awake. On my screen was Aiden in the middle of the hotel bed as I moved toward him. My eyes only grew wider as I sank on top of him on the bed and started undressing him and then shifted so that the camera had a better angle. But I knew how this ended. I’d stopped it. We didn’t film this because I’d realized he hadn’t ever done anything before, and I wasn’t the jerk who put that up for public consumption.
Except... When I got up from the bed, the camera jiggled, like I’d attempted to stop it, but the recording never stopped.
In wide-eyed horror, I watched as our conversation continued.
“Well, the game... You remember how many things... Never Have I Ever is a terrible game.”
“You’ve—you’ve never? Jesus, Aiden. And you wanted me to record that?”
My fingers threaded through my hair as the scene continued to unfold. The moment I’d crawled back onto the bed and proceeded to give Aiden exactly what he’d wanted. Was it a little fucked upthat I was getting hard watching this all unfold when I’d never meant to record it to begin with? Maybe.
The angles were all wrong, but I’d lived the moment. I knew what had gone down. To see the moment when Aiden was embarrassed when he’d come too soon. But the whole damn thing was there, down to the moment I’d sank inside of him for the first time. I couldn’t bring myself to turn it off.
Shortly after we’d both come, the camera cut out, presumably the battery had died. It would explain why we’d had to charge it before we recorded today.
What the hell was I supposed to do with this?
Chapter 29
Aiden
Sitting on the couch as everyone talked around me was so damn uncomfortable. All I wanted to do was sneak off with Joe, but we were all supposed to be hanging out. It’d be a dead giveaway that things had shifted, but we’d always been a little closer…
“What’s eating you?”
I jumped when Brandon sat next to me.
“Nothing. I’m just not feeling it today, I guess.”
He nodded, but then a wide grin broke across his face when his boyfriend Andrew came and plopped down next to him.
“You two causing trouble over here?” he asked, wrapping his arm around Brandon’s shoulders.
“Nah, just checking in on Aiden. He seemed so quiet today. He’s been opening up so much at these parties and we’re suddenly back to square one.”
Shit. Was I being obvious? Back when Nathan used to drag me along, I’d always felt out of place. Joe had taken me under his wing and made it his mission to drag me out of my shell and, man, if only they all knew just how out of my shell I’d become.
“I’m fine, I promise?”
Brandon raised an eyebrow as he stared me down. The two best friends turned boyfriends had always been nice. They’d been pro me pursuing Joe since the beginning. I think all my brother’s friends had been... minus my brother.
And that spoke volumes.
I knew Joe wasn’t a bad guy. He’d proven time and time again just how sweet and caring he could be. The problem came with making Nathan realize I was in good hands and that he could trust his friends.
“You know you can always talk to us, right?” Andrew asked, leaning a little closer. “How are things with...” He looked at Joe, who was standing in the corner nursing a beer.
