Chapter 4

FOUR

Peter

I could barely wrap my head around what had happened between me and Jonas, so the best way to deal with it was to pretend it had never happened, avoid eye contact and be home as little as possible.

And no matter what, do not think about what had happened. Twice.

The problem was that as the days went on, Jonas was getting weirder.

He'd made it clear he didn't like the way I stared at him and looking had done me no favours anyway, so I did my best to not even glance at him when he was around.

And now, the tables had turned.

I sat on the couch, wondering if I should just turn off the TV and go back to my room because I could feel Jonas' eyes on me. He seemed to be constantly staring. I kind of wanted him to go back to pretending I didn't exist.

Despite myself, I reached up, rubbing the back of my neck where his gaze was pricking my skin.

Then, even though I tried with all my might not to, I glanced over my shoulder.

Our eyes caught at once.

Jonas was sitting at the small dining table, just openly watching me, a somewhat curious look on his face, like he was wondering something.

When I looked at him, he didn't stop, or smile, or acknowledge me at all.

I opened my mouth, realized I had nothing to say, and then turned back around, my cheeks hot.

For a minute longer, I sat there, then reached for the remote, shutting off the show I was watching, intending to go hide in my room and read, or do basically anything to get away.

I didn't get far, though. Before I could even stand up, Jonas was suddenly sliding into the seat next to me, his eyes still pinned on me.

"Hey," he said.

I froze, unable to form words, instead just waiting for more.

He glanced away finally, seeming to search for something to say.

"So... remember the other night?"

I shrank a bit.

Oh fuck. He wanted to talk about it?

Was it too late to run?

"What about it?" I finally managed.

He picked at a loose strand on the couch, not looking at me.

"Wanna do it again?" he asked.

I blinked, my heart suddenly beating like I was running.

"What?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes and met my gaze again, looking a little annoyed.

"You heard me," he said, a little harder. "I assume you liked it. I thought you'd want to do it again. Or do you want to pretend you didn't come all over my ass?"

Jesus. Even when asking for sex, he was still a fucking asshole .

"Well?" he asked when I didn't answer.

I glared.

"Why would I do you a favour?" I demanded hotly and this time, his eyes nearly rolled out of his head.

"You get to fuck me," he said. " Duh ."

Suddenly I realized what I was arguing against and, without thinking, I was on my feet.

He looked up at me, those pretty eyes uncertain and wondering if I was going to march off to my room or his, so I decided to make it clear to him.

I reached down, grabbed his arm, and pulled him up.

"Come on," I said.

His breath caught, cheeks turning pink, and he nodded.

"Lead the way."

I walked to his room, never letting go of his wrist. My mind was already racing with all sorts of things I wanted to do to him, starting with throwing him on that bed and pulling his clothes off, but then I stopped dead because the camera was set up and the ring light was on. His bed was on the computer screen again.

In a rush, I realized what he really wanted.

Slowly, I turned to look at him.

"You want me to fuck you on camera?" I asked quietly.

"You didn't seem to mind last time," he reminded me.

"That was different," I said.

"How so?"

I couldn't exactly explain that I was pretty sure I'd been possessed last time, so I kept my mouth shut.

When I glanced over at him, he was biting his lip.

"Come look at this," he said and went past me to the computer.

He sat down, pulled up the Red Light Boys website, and clicked on his account.

I nearly choked when I saw the screenshot of his most recent video and the title.

"You put me online? What the hell! I didn't consent to that!"

Jonas sighed and stood.

"I kind of assumed you did when you started jerking off in front of my running camera," he informed me, pushing me down into the chair. "Look at the views. And the comments."

Again, I choked on air.

It already had thirty-thousand views, and he’d only put it up a couple of days ago.

“Shit,” I muttered.

When I didn’t click into the video fast enough, he sank to his knees next to the chair and did it for me.

The scene began to play, but Jonas scrolled past it to the comment section for me to read.

Wow. Love the noises you two were making.

So good to see you with someone.

You two are great together.

Such a hot cock. Would love to suck it.

Me next.

Omg. Part two please. Can't believe he didn't fuck you.

Invite him back for more.

It went on and on.

My entire face went red hot, but as embarrassing as it was, I was surprised to realize that it was a bit of a turn on, too. All these people had watched what we had done and liked it.

I looked over at Jonas.

"A couple more of these and I can probably start school a semester early."

I snorted. He wanted me to help him get into grad school? That was it? He thought he could just use my body while he made all the money?

"What's in it for me?" I demanded.

He gave me a deadpan look.

"You get to fuck me. Remember?"

I swallowed.

"Right."

His hand landed on my thigh. Then when our eyes met, he slid his palm onto my zipper, letting it rest there for only a moment before he started to feel my length through my clothes.

I took in a breath, moving back to give him more room.

We weren't in front of the camera, and he was doing it anyway, so I wasn't going to stop him.

God, he looked so sweet down there on his knees. How the hell could someone so naughty have such an angel's face?

"Watch the video," he ordered and reached for the mouse, scrolling up for me.

I ended up with a view of his smooth ass as he was sliding a thin dildo into it. My mouth went dry. Then he was unzipping my pants, and I didn't know where to look.

With no hesitation, he took my cock out, held it firmly in his hand, and just looked at it for a long moment before shaking his head.

“So unfair,” he whispered, and before I could ask what he meant, he leaned forward to taste it.

The moment his tongue touched the tip, a breathy moan left his lips. He took his time licking me until I was gripping the armrests and lifting my hips up for more.

Finally, he looked up at me, his light brown eyes dark with arousal as he opened his mouth around my tip and took me down as deep as he could, his eyes fluttering shut.

We both moaned, and the sound and feel of him around me had me bucking accidentally and ending it too soon. He pulled back as my cock pressed too deeply into the back of his throat.

"Sorry," I muttered, automatically reaching for his hair.

It was so soft against my fingers that I slowed, not pushing his mouth back onto my cock the way I had wanted to.

"God, you're pretty," I found myself saying.

His eyes met mine and, suddenly, he stood, took my hand, and pulled me up with him.

He took a moment to switch the screen back to the camera view and then turned back to me.

"Come on," he murmured. "To the bed."

I knew he was just taking me to the camera, but I didn't really care about that anymore. Truthfully, he was right about last time, too. I hadn't cared then, either.

I wanted him more than I wanted to keep off that website. Even if I was making him money, who cared?

At the bed, he stopped, turned to face me, and hooked his thumbs into my open pants before pushing them down, sending the boxers to the floor with them.

I removed my shirt myself and then, only when his hungry gaze ran over my body did I realize I was fully naked in front of him while he was fully clothed.

"You too," I said.

He didn't seem to mind, moving to pull his shirt off, but was distracted by looking me over. He went slow, allowing his eyes to wander all over my body while I squirmed under the attention.

Finally, he shook his head again and shoved his sweats off.

My eyes dropped hungrily to his cock.

I'd never seen anyone erect in person and fuck if it wasn’t the hottest thing ever. Especially on Jonas' lovely, sculpted body and somehow, hotter still with mine next to it.

I stepped closer, letting the tips kiss, and it felt so surprisingly good and sweet that I didn't know what to make of it.

Luckily, Jonas knew what I needed, and he stepped in even closer. Our cocks pressed together, both hot, hard lengths eager for friction.

I let out a low shudder, letting him move against me for a minute.

"Can I–"

I swallowed and tried again.

"Can I suck it?"

Jonas paused and pulled back to look at me.

"Have you ever done it before?" he asked curiously.

I shook my head, cheeks heating.

"It's fine. Forget it."

He shook his head, smiling. I was pretty sure it was the first time he'd ever smiled at me, and my heart leaped.

"Come here," he said, pulling me toward the bed.

He positioned himself carefully, watching on the computer to make sure he was in a good position as he sat on the very edge and spread his legs, giving me a spot to sit.

"No one will see your face this way."

I glanced back at the screen, my mouth watering at the sight of Jonas sitting from the chest down to his open thighs, his body illuminated in the light, his arched cock in the middle of the screen.

I moved to my spot carefully, like I was trying not to startle a bird, but Jonas only spread his legs wider to give me easier access as I lowered in front of him.

It wasn't rocket science. You opened your mouth, sucked on the dick. Simple. But I was inexplicably nervous, like I would mess it up entirely.

"Hold the bottom," Jonas instructed, perhaps sensing my hesitation. "Then you can direct it however it feels more comfortable."

I swallowed and followed his advice.

Taking his cock in hand and then opening my mouth around him was, somehow, just as good as getting it.

My eyes rolled shut at the feeling of his soft skin against my tongue. The hard muscle pressed to the roof of my mouth, and the scent of his musk enveloped me. It was delicious. I moaned and sucked harder, remembering to bob after a minute.

Jonas' hand landed in my hair, his breathing getting ragged above me.

"Yes," he encouraged, gasping. "That's good."

Then his hand tightened in my hair.

"You're going to make me come."

That sounded like encouragement to me, so I pressed my face down, taking him deeper. His hand tightened, pulling me back.

"Not yet ," he chastised sharply. "I want you to fuck me, remember?"

I released his length, miffed, and glared up at him, licking my swollen lips.

"I can still fuck you after you come," I argued.

"I want to come with your cock inside me," he argued back, glaring even harder than I was.

This was a ridiculous argument, but I was still annoyed, so I stood and gripped his knees, hoisting his legs up and pressing my hips to his ass. My cock dragged along his entrance and his eyes widened dramatically.

"Hang on! Lube," he reminded me, pointing to his bedside table.

Growling, I released him and went over to it, pulling it open.

My jaw dropped at all the dildos and other contraptions. Reaching in, I pulled out a long black tube of rubber, trying to make sense of it.

"Cock tie," Jonas explained.

I looked back at him, but he was looking at the computer screen now and wiggling his hips so that they were entirely in the frame.

I let the thing drop back down, wondering if he would let me play with his toys next time. I wanted to see what they all looked like on and in Jonas...

Next time ? Was I planning for this to be a repeat arrangement? Was Jonas?

My cock bobbed, desperate for more stimulation, and I reached into the drawer, grabbing the bottle of lube before returning to him on the bed.

He was lying back, leisurely stroking himself.

When I arrived, he lifted his legs, hugging his knees, silently giving me the go-ahead.

All this foreplay was killing me, but in the best way, so I wasn't going to complain. I poured the lube onto my fingers first and began stroking his hole with it.

The nice thing about the bright camera light, I decided, was that I got to see in such detail what we were doing. I got to watch the way Jonas' hole moved against my fingers, pulling back and then coming forward like it was shy but wanted more.

There was no resistance when I pressed one finger inside, but God almighty, the feeling of his muscles clenching, even against my fingers, was heavenly.

My cock throbbed in jealousy, so I pushed the second one in faster, stroking his insides.

When pre-come started to drip from his cock and he was stroking faster while I fingered him, I could take it no more.

I pulled out, positioning my cock at his hole.

"Ready?" I asked.

He grinned, not opening his eyes.

"Yeah, go for it."

I pushed inside.

My cock was significantly wider than my two fingers, but he hadn't been lying. He was ready for me. There was a moment of tension, Jonas held his breath and then his ass relaxed, and my cock slid inside his tight heat.

We both moaned.

Fuck. There had been altogether too much of a lead-up to this moment. I had to stay still, clearing my mind, to force back an imminent orgasm.

“You can move,” Jonas informed me, and I could hear his usual snide tone slipping into his voice.

Irritation burst through me, the need to prove myself fuelled by his tone.

I pushed my own pleasure aside and started fucking him.