8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Christian

Emil looks intoxicated. There’s no other word for it. He looks drunk on whatever it is that gets him so hot any time an audience is involved.

It’s captivating. And to be the one pulling the strings?

I did not anticipate how much it would affect me. I knew I’d enjoy it, sure. Sex with a cute guy? Especially one I already have a connection with, like Emil? It wasn’t going to be bad.

But this… This is beyond, and I haven’t even fucked him yet.

Emil stays put as I ease back, his hands reflexively tightening into fists before relaxing against the bed, a small sign of surrender. I make a point of checking in with our viewers. It’s hard to keep track of all the comments pouring in, but I swing my gaze over the screen quickly, replying to a couple compliments about Emil because I think he should hear them. When I glance at Jerome, he gives me a thumbs up.

Must be doing something right.

Jerome already told me the skirt would need to go if I fuck Emil—it’s too bulky to stay out of the shot—so I slip it off, letting the fabric fall near the foot of the bed.

Emil exhales, his gaze skipping from my belly chain to my dick. “Fuck. You really are big.”

I’m not as enormous as some of the guys here, but my dick is certainly longer than average. It’s usually a pleasant surprise for my partners. By the look in Emil’s eye, I’d say he feels the same.

I give myself a slow stroke as I climb over Emil’s body. He swallows thickly as our dicks rub together. “You can take me, though, isn’t that right? You’ll love every second of it and ask for more.”

Emil’s eyes slip shut, a ragged breath leaving his mouth. “Please, Vixen. Fuck me before I get someone else to do it.”

The screen lights up at that, messages streaming through. “They like that,” I say, chuckling as I lean down to nip his ear. “They all want to fuck you, Fe. You’re irresistible.”

“Then why ,” he says with a panting breath, “are you still out there when your cock should be buried inside of me , right where it goddamn belongs?”

Fucking hell .

I grab a condom from beside the tablet and roll it on swiftly. Emil makes a frustrated sound when I slip off his body.

“What are you…”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pat my thigh. “Come get it, Fe.”

He’s up and across the mattress in an instant. He throws his leg over my lap and grabs the base of my cock, and, before I’ve truly prepared myself for it, he sinks down. One moment, light brown eyes are meeting mine. And the next, there’s heat and pressure surrounding my dick, and Emil’s ass is coming to rest on my thighs.

We groan in unison, my hands clutching Emil’s waist as he wriggles into place, adjusting around the girth of me. With my legs spread as they are and Emil’s back to the camera, I have no doubt the hundreds or maybe thousands of viewers watching have a perfect view of Emil’s ass as he lifts himself nearly all the way up and falls down again. My hand flies behind me for support as Emil repeats the motion, setting a pace that lets me know he’s not fucking around. His hips roll over top of me, lifting and sinking, and I’m not sure he even cares about anything else around us. His goal is singular, his eyes closed and head tipped back, his mouth parted around words like yes and fuck and more .

He’s gorgeous and completely uninhibited, and it’s all I can do to hold on for the ride. It takes me a good long minute to remember we have an actual job to do. That this isn’t just… us .

Sinking my fingers into Emil’s hair, I tug his head to the side so neither of our faces are blocked. He doesn’t miss a beat, riding me like his life depends on it.

“Look at you, Fe, milking my cock,” I rasp. “Goddamn hungry for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he pants, his blunt nails raking down the backs of my shoulders.

My body rolls in a shiver, hand tightening in Emil’s hair. “Are you gonna come on my cock, Fe? Gonna squeeze me tight and shoot all over yourself so everyone can see how beautifully you fall apart?”

His response this time is a garbled moan, and then, his lips are on mine.

Fuck. Fuck .

He kisses like the chaotic proof of life he talked about. Like everything, in this one moment, is beautiful evidence of all that’s out of our control. It’s wild, and it’s passionate, and I don’t know where this shy psych major gets it from, but I’m in awe. I’m completely under his spell.

When his pace starts to stutter and his breath catches, I realize he’s about to come. Jerome drilled one thing into my head above all else. The money shot. You have to get the money shot. And in a live video, there’s no chance for redos.

Spinning the both of us, I press Emil’s back to the bed. Our lips separate, and I grab his leg, hoisting it over my shoulder and hoping like hell it gives the camera a good angle of his ass. With one knee on the bed, my other foot on the floor, I fuck into him as hard as I dare. His cock bobs, and he gasps out breath after breath.

“Come on, Fe,” I say, bending down to lick his nipple. I suck it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. “I’m not gonna stop you from coming this time.”

Emil reaches for his cock, but he’s already coming. I lean back as the most gorgeous moan spills from his lips. Cum hits his stomach, his chest, his chin.

Fuck .

As soon as his body stops spasming around me, I pull out, tear off the condom, and stroke myself furiously. Emil drops his leg and sits up, a hazy look on his face as he hovers with his lips right in front of my cock. His hands land on my waist, fingers drifting over the chain.

“Come on, Vixen,” he says, voice hoarse. “I think I more than earned your cum.”

I lose it. Just like that.

I paint his tongue, his cheek, the glasses sitting crooked on his face, and Emil takes it all, his eyes shining with nothing but satisfaction. He looks like an utter mess, thoroughly fucked and marked, and I drop down and bring my lips to his, the both of us falling back against the bed. I can taste myself on his tongue, but that means he can taste me, too, and fuck if that isn’t a gratifying thought.

I kiss him hard, my cock spent. His, too. I kiss him, and then I lick the cum from his cheek as he laughs. My heart skips when I see the smile on his face.

“Well,” I say, swiping my hair back as I sit up. I shoot a grin our viewers’ way. “My very first time in front of the cameras. Think that went all right?”

Comments pour in, and I offer a hand to Emil. He accepts it, letting me pull him up, and without overthinking it, I swing around and settle behind him, my chin tucked over his shoulder and arms around his waist. The assistant next to Jerome is writing on a cue card, so, while he’s doing that, I check the chat.

“Look, Fe. They want to see more of your asshole.”

Emil snorts, an indelicate sound that has me grinning. “And your dick,” he comments.

“Oh, JimmyLovesC wants me to fuck you in a skirt next time. Think that could be arranged?”

Emil smiles, looking down at his lap. I kiss his cheek.

The card the assistant holds up says to mention the next live video in a week. I take that to mean it went well and give the camera a smile.

“Well, you’re in luck,” I tell our audience. “Fe and I will be back next week, same time, same place. Meet us here? Bring your suggestions and your own lube. And, if you ask nicely enough, maybe Fe will show you how much he likes sucking cock.”

Emil’s uptick of breath tells me he would, in fact, like that very much.

“Say bye, Fe.”

He huffs a breath. “Bye, everyone.”

“Bye,” I add, waving at the camera. The light turns off, and I swear the crew breathes a collective sigh of relief.

“Thank fuck,” Jerome yells, accepting a water from one of the assistants. Another comes toward the bed, setting two robes beside us.

“Um,” Emil says softly, shoulders a little stiff now in my embrace.

I let go, cool air washing over my skin as Emil stands up. He slips his robe over his shoulders.

“That went as well as we could’ve hoped for a first run,” Jerome says, addressing the room at large. “We’re going to set up a mobile camera for the next shoot. I want those close-ups, damn it. The slight delay should give us adequate time to switch feeds. Bill? Where’s Bill?”

As Jerome confers with the cameramen, I give Emil’s arm a nudge. He looks over at me, eyes drifting away like he’s suddenly feeling shy again.

“Was that okay?” I check.

He lets out a small laugh, pulling off his glasses and cleaning them with the edge of his robe. “Yeah, it was good.”

“I didn’t overstep at all?”

“No, Christian. You know exactly how to play me.”

Emil replaces his glasses and, seeing my frown, rushes onward.

“I don’t mean manipulate. I mean…” He rolls his eyes, but I get the feeling it’s more at himself. “You’ve been watching me pleasure myself for over three months,” he says quietly, his back to the rest of our coworkers, who are moving about. “You…know what I like. And you used that knowledge. Very well, I might add.”

“So you had a good time?” I ask, well aware I’m fishing. I just… I need to hear it. I need to know we’re okay.

“I’m pretty sure that was obvious,” Emil mumbles, so full of sass it makes me grin. “It was great, okay? I was really into it, and you took charge like I asked, and…” He groans slightly. “Why are you still sitting there naked? There’s cum on your shoulder and that chain is around your stomach, and Christ . Could you just…be a little less hot, please?”

Bubbles pop inside my chest as I stand. Emil’s head tips back to track me, and he swallows, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I had a good time, too, Specs,” I tell him honestly. “That was, quite possibly, one of the hottest encounters of my life.”

His throat bobs again. “Really?”

“Really,” I say, grabbing the ends of the belt hanging loose from his robe and tying it shut. “You’re wildly sexual, you know that? You might come across as this quiet thing, but I’ve seen the real you.”

He pulls in a breath.

“For others, this might be a show,” I say softly. “But for you, it’s more than that. And I think it’s brave, letting people see it, even if they don’t realize what they’re witnessing.”

Emil’s mouth falls open, his eyes wide.

“Vixen. Felix,” Jerome calls.

Emil’s head whips away as our boss comes over. I grab my robe off the bed, swinging it around my body.

“That was well done, both of you,” Jerome says. “I’m going to set up a time this week to go over the video and discuss adjustments moving forward, but we didn’t have any major fuck-ups, so I’m pleased. Vixen, that was impressive. You’re going to fit in well here. And Felix…I noticed you were less chatty than usual. Anything wrong?”

“No,” Emil says quickly, flushing. “I just, uh, asked Christian to take the lead.”

Jerome hums. “All right. Well, it worked out. Go get cleaned up, eat some lunch, check your schedules for that meeting,” he practically yells, already walking away.

I huff a laugh. “Showers?”

Emil nods, and we head out of Studio 2. Silence descends as we walk the short distance to the locker room. I shoot Emil the occasional glance as we go, but he keeps his gaze resolutely on the floor. When we reach the locker room, he heads for the showers without a word. The water turns on a second before there’s a whoosh of a curtain.

I stop at my locker, removing my belly chain and slipping a simple curved bar into the piercing at my navel. Once the extra jewelry is in my bag, I head toward the shower stalls. I pick the one next to Emil’s, hoping that’s not a taboo thing to do.

“You all right?” I ask.

“Huh?”

“It’s just… Did I say something to upset you? You seem a little…” I don’t say withdrawn, but it’s the truth. “Quiet.”

I wait, my shower heating. It’s perfectly hot by the time Emil answers.

“You didn’t upset me,” he says. “I just, uh… I’m not really used to people noticing me. And you…do.”

“How couldn’t I?” I counter.

I think he huffs a laugh, but it’s quiet underneath the noise of the showers. “Most people aren’t like you, Christian. And I don’t mean because you’re this ridiculously gorgeous guy who wears skirts and is, like, this perfectly sexy combo of masculine and feminine. I just…”

This time, it’s me huffing a laugh as Emil pauses.

“I just mean you pay attention,” he says. “Most people don’t. Not really.”

There’s a pinch in my gut at the implication that the people in Emil’s life haven’t paid attention to him. It’s a sad, sobering thought, and I wish I could walk into his stall and wrap him up in my arms. But I don’t know if that would be welcome. I don’t know if he’d want that from me.

“Well, I think you’re captivating, Emil,” I say, making sure he can hear me over the running water. “And I’m really glad I saw you jerking off all those months ago. I’m glad it led to this.”

After a moment, he asks, “What do you mean?”

“I mean coming here and already knowing you? It’s nice. More than nice. I’m glad I get to work with…my friend? Are we? Friends?”

“Yeah, Christian,” he says, sounding as if he’s smiling. “We’re friends. Weird ones, maybe, but hell… I sleep with all my friends, so that’s par for the course.”

I bark a laugh. “Friends who play together stay together?”

“Jesus,” he groans. “You sound just like Alex.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I say, my lips quirking.

“You might not want to,” he practically mumbles. “That guy is something else. And he makes you get pets you never even knew you wanted.”

“He…what?” I ask in surprise. “Are you telling me you have a pet? Specs! I’ve never seen it.”

Emil groans again, his water shutting off. “ Itsacrab .”

“What?”

“It’s a crab,” he moans. “I have a crab.”

He sounds so utterly perturbed by that fact that I laugh. Loudly.

“Let’s not talk about it,” he says, his voice coming from further away. “We can just…never speak of this again.”

“All right,” I reply. “We don’t have to talk about your crabs.”

“One. One crab,” he calls. “Jesus. My life.”

I laugh, and Emil continues to mumble, but he doesn’t sound all that put-out. Quickly, I finish rinsing myself and shut off the water, the bubbling in my stomach urging me to catch up with the man outside my stall. Maybe it’s not the gut feeling Emil was talking about, but it’s a good feeling nonetheless.

I think I should follow it.