Chapter 24

Chapter Twenty-Four

Jack

M y head was spinning, a storm of nerves and excitement building before I’d even taken off a sock. I tried to rein in the growing flush in my cheeks, the telltale sign I wasn’t just nervous—I was anticipating. But then I realized, with a flicker of amusement, that I didn’t need to hide it. For this to work, I had to look like I was into it. Extra into it.

If Liam could do this, so could I.

He set up the camera on the stand in front of the bed. Then Liam stood in the middle of the room, walking me through the scene. “Okay,” he started, gesturing toward the bed. “I’ll already be here. Naked. On the bed.”

I swallowed hard. Naked Liam. Right. This was definitely happening.

“And then,” he continued, his voice dipping into what I assumed was supposed to be a seductive tone, “you walk in, see me, and say something like, ‘What are you doing, Lucien?’”

Lucien. Right. Our characters needed names. My brain snagged on the thought, giving me something to latch onto other than the mental image of Liam naked on the bed.

“Wait,” I interrupted, holding up a hand. “We can’t use my real name.”

Liam shrugged like it didn’t matter. “Then pick something.”

I stalled, my mind flipping through names like I was flipping through a filing cabinet. Not too boring. Not too weird. Sexy, but not pretentious. Then it hit me—Drake. Drake was sexy. Solid. And for some reason, I tacked on Ashton. Drake Ashton. Yeah, that could work.

“Drake,” I blurted out, then added, “Um, Ashton. My name’s Drake Ashton.”

Liam raised an eyebrow but didn’t question it. “Cool. Lucien and Drake it is.”

I nodded, feeling absurdly relieved that I’d made it past that hurdle. It gave me a second to breathe and try to pretend like this was no big deal. Just a project. Just two friends working together. Right?

“Okay,” he said, snapping me back to the moment. “So, you walk in, act shocked, like you just caught me. Then I’ll say something seductive, like, ‘Do you want to watch?’”

My stomach did a flip at that, but I nodded, forcing myself to focus. I could do this.

“Then what?” I asked, my voice steady despite the nerves tightening in my chest.

“We’ll figure it out as we go,” he said casually, like this was a normal thing for us to be doing.

I exhaled slowly, the tension in the room thickening as we both realized it was time to get started.

Liam glanced toward the dresser, his face already flushed. “Can you hand me the lube?”

I turned to grab it, hesitating when I saw the size of the bottle. I couldn’t help myself. “Dude, this is... industrial-sized. Were you planning for a marathon?” I smirked, holding it up like I’d just discovered a secret treasure.

Liam’s blush deepened, and he snatched it from me with a huff. “Very funny,” he muttered, dropping the jug—seriously, it was a jug—on the floor next to the bed.

He hesitated for a second, then reached down and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. His hands shook as he lifted it, revealing smooth skin and a lean chest. I caught myself staring a second too long and looked away, rubbing the back of my neck like I hadn’t noticed the sudden tension in the air.

“Can you... um... just step out for a minute?” Liam’s voice cracked slightly, his confidence replaced by something much softer. “I need a second to, y’know... get in the zone.”

I nodded quickly, grateful for the reprieve. “Sure. Yeah. Take your time.” I turned and headed for the door, but not before glancing back and catching the way his shoulders slumped, like he was battling a million doubts all at once.

Outside the room, I leaned against the wall, holding my breath. The air felt electric, charged with something I couldn’t quite name. My heart was pounding, my palms damp, and for a second, I considered backing out.

Then I heard Liam’s voice from the other side of the door. “Okay, action!”

The signal pulled me from my thoughts, and I straightened up, steeling myself. This wasn’t about me anymore. It was about making this work—for Liam, for the both of us.

I pushed the door open, stepping into the room like I hadn’t just spent the last thirty seconds psyching myself up. “What are you doing, Lucien?” I said, my voice steady, even though my stomach felt like it was full of live wires.

And there he was, sprawled naked on the bed, looking up at me with those wide, vulnerable eyes that made my heart stutter. My eyes drifted down to his erect cock. It was shiny from the lube, and as he stared at me, his hand began moving up and down his shaft.

I’d heard it said about guys’ junk before, but damn. Liam had the prettiest dick I’d ever seen. Thick, with a perfect helmet head. It wasn’t too big or too small. My mouth watered, and before I could stop myself, I blurted,

“You’ve got the world’s perfect cock.”

Liam’s brows lifted for a moment, then a slow, seductive smile spread across his cheeks. “Come here, Drake.”

I stepped a foot closer.

“Closer, Drake.” Liam crooked his finger in my direction, then he patted the mattress next to him. “Don’t you want to see me play with it?”

My heart pounded in my chest as I moved closer. “Of course,” I whispered, and as I stepped forward, I grabbed my now hard cock through my pants. When I sat down, my mouth watered at the sight of him.

Liam’s eyes never left mine as he reached up to touch my cheek. “Just watch,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “See how good this makes me feel.”

I nodded, trying to keep my focus on the task at hand. This was all for Liam, after all.

Okay. That’s a lie. Maybe it was for him at first, but now I’m getting into it. As I stared at his perfect cock and tight body, Liam stroked himself more deliberately, his eyes never leaving mine. The way his hips bucked was almost too much to bear.

“Are you enjoying this, Drake?” Liam asked quietly, his voice thick with desire. “Watching me jerk off for you?”

I swallowed hard, trying to find the words to respond. “Yes,” I squeaked out. Shit, this is more intense than I thought it would be.

Liam smiled, his eyes never leaving mine as he continued stroking himself. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m enjoying watching you watch me, too.”

My heart pounded as I watched Liam’s hand move up and down his shaft. His eyes never left mine, and the intensity of the gaze was almost too much to bear. A tremor of desire coursed through me as I reached down and adjusted myself through my pants.

Liam’s breath quickened as he saw me adjust myself, and a look of hunger crossed his face. He moved closer to me, our bodies inches apart. “Do you want to touch me?” he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

I nodded, unable to speak as I absorbed the sight of Liam’s perfectly toned body and the intensity in his eyes. I reached out tentatively, my hands shaking slightly, and whisked my fingers against his taut stomach. It was like touching silk, and a jolt of pleasure ran through me.

“Yes,” Liam groaned, pressing himself against my hand as if he could get even closer to me that way. “Touch my cock, Drake. Show me how much you want me.”

I swallowed hard, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. Then I feathered my fingers down his abs until they were less than an inch from his now leaking cock. God, I wanted to touch him, to feel the heat of his shaft in my hand.

Liam’s gaze darkened. “It’s not going to jack itself off, Drake. C’mon, I know you want to touch me, don’t you?”

Oh shit, I can’t breathe. Was this really happening?

With one hand, I seized his shaft, and with the other, grasped mine. Liam moaned, his eyes snapping shut as I moved my fist up and down his cock. A bead of pre-cum pooled at the tip of his cock, and I wanted to lick it off.

“Jesus, Drake, I never imagined it would be so good.” Liam’s hips bucked, and I could tell he was getting close. Then his eyes opened, and he latched onto my other hand, currently unzipping my pants.

“Take them off,” Liam hissed. “Take all of your clothes off and climb into bed next to me.”

Liam let go of my wrist, and in less than ten seconds, my clothes were lying in a heap on the floor. I laid down next to him, draping my leg over his thigh.

“Pinch my nipple, Drake.” Liam licked his lips, and I was consumed with the thought of kissing him. Would that be cool? Or would that be too much? Fuck it, we’d come this far, so I leaned in and pressed my lips against Liam’s while pinching his nipple.

Liam’s lips were soft and warm against mine, and I leaned into the kiss, deepening it. His hands tangled in my hair as he pulled me closer, his tongue teasing mine. The few times I’d kissed other guys, it had been awkward, but with Liam it felt natural. We fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces.

As we broke apart for air, I couldn’t help but stare into his dark, lust-filled eyes. Without a word, Liam climbed on top of me and began to jerk his cock inches from my face.

“Touch me,” Liam whispered hoarsely. I eagerly complied, my hands roaming over his muscular back and down to his ass. I squeezed lightly, causing him to groan in response.

He scooted down, then Liam’s hand slipped between us, wrapping around both of our cocks and starting a slow rhythm. I bucked my hips into his hand, chasing the blissful feeling building inside.

But suddenly Liam stopped moving, staring down at me with a wild look in his eyes.

“Do you want me to come on your face?” he asked breathlessly. I froze for a moment, and a vision of him shooting all over me made my dick throb.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Give it to me. I want that money shot.”

Liam let go of my shaft, then he sat on it while jerking his cock. I moaned as his ass moved against my length, and soon Liam’s breathing became staggered. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, “I’m going to cum, Drake. Do you really want me to shoot all over your face?”

My heart pounded in my chest as I nodded fervently, my eyes locked on his. “Yes,” I groaned.

Liam’s hips bucked, and he cried out, the first jet of hot cum shooting onto my cheek. Then it hit my forehead, my hair, and when a splatter hit my lips, I licked it clean.

“Fuuuck,” Liam groaned, then he collapsed on the bed beside me. For a long moment, his eyes were closed. With the way he was breathing and the sweat pouring off him, it looked like he’d run a marathon. Then he opened his eyes and smiled.

“My turn, Drake.” Liam winked. “C’mon, I want to see your giant cock shoot all over me.”

For a moment, I was taken aback. Giant cock? I’d never thought it was all that big. He must’ve said that for the camera. I shuddered, then climbed on top of him, my thighs pressing into the sides of his chest. Liam reached down, and I heard the sound of a pump depressing. Glancing over, I saw the palm of his hand filled with lube. He grabbed my cock and slicked it with the gel.

“Give it to me, Drake.” Liam bit his lower lip, and I almost came looking at him. Damn, Liam had to be the sexiest man I’d ever seen, and how come it took me this long to realize it?

“Shoot your load, now.”

I let out a deep breath, feeling a wave of pleasure building up in me. As I positioned myself over Liam’s face, my hand flew up and down my shaft.

“That’s it, Drake,” Liam moaned, his eyes never leaving mine as he watched me. “Shoot your spunk all over me. I want it on my face, in my mouth, just give it to me!”

My breathing grew more ragged as I continued to stroke myself, the pleasure building and building until it felt like I would burst. Liam reached up and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me down towards his face, and I knew that the moment was close.

“Are you ready, Drake?” Liam asked, his voice thick with desire. “Are you going to shoot your load all over me?”

“You don’t have to ask twice,” I breathed. I thrust up into my hand one last time, feeling the first spurt of cum shoot out. Liam opened his mouth, and I aimed my cock towards it, watching as a glistening string of cum connected us for a moment before disappearing into his waiting lips.

My body shook at the sight, and a moment later I fell off him, sprawling by his side, trying to catch my breath. Then Liam did something unexpected. He leaned over and kissed me. When he opened his lips against mine, I tasted myself, my spunk still hot in his mouth. A moment later, Liam broke the kiss and got out of bed. He fumbled with the camera for a moment, then he placed his hands on hips and grinned at me.

“Not bad for a rookie, Jack. Wanna do it again?”