Between the Stacks (Behind the Lens)

Chapter 1

Cole

There was a moment of anticipation that knotted my gut the minute Scott started the countdown before we went live. The stream of notifications of those who joined the cam session scrolled up in the chat followed by hearts and stars. We liked the tips that came in and with the twenty percent that the boss lady took off the top, the extra money came in handy. Not that we didn’t make a tidy sum together. We did. More than we needed, but we used the money for a good cause.

Our education.

When our respective parents found out about our relationship, they hadn’t thought twice about kicking us out. My stepmother called it blasphemy. My father blamed my biological mother for being queer because supposedly she let me play with dolls. Not sure that’s how it works, like... How was she responsible for something she had no determining factor over? Besides, she kicked me to the curb when I was ten and never looked back. So, by his gigantic leap of logic, wouldn’t it be his fault I turned out queer?

Not that I believe his reasoning. Just saying.

So, at seventeen years old, Scott and I got shoved out into the night with nothing but a bag of clothes and our high school books. We couch surfed for a few weeks before graduation, always leaving before our friend’s parents woke up so we didn’t sound the alarms. Sure, now that we had a steady income and studied at Mystic College’s Fire Academy (home of the Bighorns) we should have told authorities the truth.

Then again, our parents were radical.

Our calling for help might’ve made the situation worse. From what I’ve heard over the years, they’d gone QAnon crazy. Plus, after an incident at his job, allegedly, my dad lost his job because of his whacked-out ideologies. Thinking back on it, I believed someone, or something, directed us toward the path we were on today. Whoever it’d been, I thanked them every night. They saved Scott’s and my life more times than I could count.

“We’re ready,” Scott said. He’d turned the lights off and set the mood with the LED light strips tacked up around the room. On his way to the bed, he removed his shirt and opened the button of his shorts, tugging them down, teasing me with a glimpse of his Adonis belt that pointed straight to his juicy dick.

Excitement flowed through my veins. It’d been a few days since our “for fun” event. We played naked Mario Kart and anyone who wanted to join the game could. For us, it wasn’t always about the sex. Sure, we fucked all the time, but we also enjoyed tempting and toying with our viewers. Earned us more money, too. Seemed our viewers liked the human connection we could give them along with a pseudo-friendship. Bonus, if the event ended with a hand job or a blow job, neither of us complained.

Today, however, I was horny and so was Scott. I’d been counting down the minutes until we returned to the warehouse since we arrived on campus for classes. I couldn’t remember a time my dick had been in such a fucking bind for this long before. Let me tell you, sitting in those hard-ass chairs through an ICS (Incident Command Systems) lecture was a study in torture. By the time we got to our room, I rubbed one out just to relieve some of the pressure. Don’t worry, we recorded it for some behind the scenes content, exclusive to our members.

Then we coordinated how we wanted this little episode to go. Natural seemed the best bet. That’s what brought the tips and the viewers. Before the end of the week, we’d do something a little raunchier. Our fans had a thing for the naughty taboo.

I hit the spacebar when the countdown got to zero and the light on the camera came on. I groaned as Scott ran his tongue over my nipple and his palm slid across my lower abdomen. “Fuck...”

“They’re watching,” Scott murmured across my flesh.

Sexy_beast84: Damn... starting without us already?

StarKat22: Lucky... Bite him, Scott.

WarioJams: No one looks this fucking good in real life.

Yes, they were. “Hi everyone.” I cut my gaze toward the laptop and arched my back as he bit me, fulfilling StarKat22’s request. I hissed, fisting his hair. “As you can see, Scott’s a little on edge. What do you think? Has he been a good boy, lately? Should I reward him, or do you think he should be rewarding me?”

We didn’t shy away from the stepbrothers moniker. If anything, we played to it. We had role play days where I’d been the ranch owner, and he was the cowboy. He’d been the doctor; I played the male nurse. Firefighter and cop. Stripper and customer. It never mattered who took the reins. Each scene played into the stepbrother taboo, too.

The votes started coming in immediately and it seemed the audience, today, was interested in Scott giving me a blow job. A cocky smirk tugged at my lips. “I was just thinking about how much I love having my brother’s mouth on my dick.”

Scott frowned. “But my dick is feeling neglected too, big bro.” He pushed his hand into the front of his pants and grabbed his cock and balls. “My balls are so heavy. I feel like they’re going to bust.”

A heady thread of lust spread through my body, lighting me up. My dick jerked and a pearl of precum formed at my tip before slipping down the back side toward my sac. “Show me. Us. Show everyone watching how desperate you are to be sucked and fucked.”

The zipper of his shorts was forced open by the pressure of his fist and when he tugged his cock and balls free, the ruddy tip glistened with precum, making my mouth water with anticipation. Scott jerked himself in long steady thrusts, teasing not only me, but everyone who watched the show. Jesus, he was good at this. I’d say better than me, but I wasn’t too shabby either. He let go of his cock and the slap of the heavy flesh against his belly sent a tingle of pleasure down my spine.

PixieKutie: Jesus, I need that cock in my life. Lick him, Daddy.

Son_Preacher_Man99: How many licks does it take to get to Scott’s sweet center, Cole?

I chuckled. “Let’s find out.” I rubbed myself through my jeans and glanced at the screen with a smirk. We had them eating out of the palm of our hands. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, little bro.”

“Thanks, big bro.”

“You can get a replica of our cocks in our store, and next time we can find out together. I love Scott’s decadent ass. The way he whimpers for me and begs me to let him come. Perfection. Right, Scott?”

Scott moaned my name, nodding his head.

“You’re so fucking hot.”

Scott had a shaggy undercut that caused his curly caramel brown bangs to hang in his sea glass-colored eyes. He had a few tattoos on his sides and back. A couple on his upper arms. They all had meaning for him and related to everything we’d been through together. Tilting his head up, I kissed him. My grip on his jaw tightened as I pushed his hand out of the way and began to jerk him off.

He sucked air, leaning into me while lifting his hips. I had a feeling we’d both been a little amped up all day, waiting for this moment. I feasted on his soft whimpers, devouring him with each swipe of my tongue, until he used both hands to break the kiss. Scott panted, glaring at me while I teased the pierced tip of his cock with my thumb, knowing just how much pressure he enjoyed. His eyes rolled up and his mouth fell open on a silent groan.

“If you don’t fuck me right now,” he growled. “I won’t be responsible for what I do to you, big brother.”

“Fuck, huh?” I cocked a brow, running the pad of my thumb over my bottom lip, enjoying the taste of his precum. “I don’t know...” I tilted my head, glancing at the screen at the speed in which the comments were coming. We were up to twenty thousand viewers. “The fans came to see you blow me. Wouldn’t want to disappoint them.”

The reaction was swift, and I chuckled.

PixieKutie: Fucking is good. Please fuck.

Son_Preacher_Man99: Get your dick inside him, Cole. We want to hear Scott scream for us.

StarKat22: Do it. Get naked and fuck each other. Fuck, I need something to go well after the lousy fucking week I’ve had.

“Looks like they want to see you fuck me.” Scott smirked, slipping off his shorts. “Do it, bro, before we both bust a nut, before we’re ready.”

In a flash, I had my jeans pulled down on my hips and had Scott rolled up so I could eat his ass. I rimmed the puckered star and reveled in the sounds he made. Since this wasn’t the plan, I hadn’t been sure if he’d prepped, but as I pressed my thumb to his hole, he opened for me, sucking the tip right in. I groaned, watching my thumb disappear, then reappear. “Later, I’ll think of some punishment for you. You know the rules.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Scott fisted my hair and pushed my face where he wanted me. “Eat me.” I happily obliged, sucking and licking his asshole. Pressing my tongue inside before rimming him again. The strangled sounds he made went straight to my dick and turned me on to the point of pain. I could never resist him. Should have done this before now.

I grabbed the lube off the bed—a just in case bottle—and slicked up my fingers. No need to ruin the awesome atmosphere we’d created. The muscles of his ass fluttered around my intrusion, then heat encased my fingers while his muscles clenched around me. My eyes fluttered closed, and I moaned. “Perfect.” While I sucked on his balls, I rubbed his prostate, fucking him in short, deliberate strokes to keep him on edge.

Sweat beaded on his brow. He bit his full bottom lip while his eyes screwed shut and the flush on his chest deepened into a beautiful crimson color. His hands went to my thighs, squeezing while his nails scraped at the denim. I loved watching him take his pleasure. The way he writhed while I mouthed the base of his cock or paid special attention to his sac. Those throaty noises that filled the air the second I hit one of his erogenous spots.

Everything about him excited me.

When I was sure I’d prepped him enough for me, I braced myself over him and kissed him, rubbing our dicks together. “Should I breed you today, little bro? Is that what this greedy ass needs?”

We always used condoms, but there were rare occasions, like today, when we didn’t. The thing about working with Behind the Lens was that we always tested for STDs and consent was rule number one.

“Yes,” he whimpered. “It’s been so long.” The high, reedy quality of his voice pulled an arrogant grin across my face. I grabbed the lube and slicked up my dick before teasing his puckered hole. He rocked with me, pushing down until the tip lodged inside of him and a startled, choked sob left my chest.

I’d swore I saw stars. Pleasure consumed me, flowing from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. My dick strained while my balls ached. I tensed at the way his ass clenched around me as I pushed into him in a single, slow thrust. Heaven and hell. I never wanted it to end. The heat of his ass wrapped around my erection adding another layer to the sensations bombarding my system. I couldn’t pull out for fear I’d come and then what? It’d be over too soon.

“Fuck,” Scott whispered so only I could hear him. “I’m so close.”

“Me too.” I buried my face in his neck.

“Position us so they can see my ass,” he murmured, pressing kisses to my chest. “I have an idea.”

Whenever Scott got an idea, they either went really well or sideways quick. Either way, we were in for a helluva good time. I did as he asked, giving the viewers a better shot of Scott’s ass. Mine too for that matter. Didn’t matter, some of the men who watched us got off on the fantasy of being our third and fucking me while I did the same to my brother.

“Come,” Scott said.

“What?” I muttered.

“You’ll still be hard afterward. We both know it. Plus, think of all the cum they’ll get a great view of leaking out of my ass while you continue to fuck me.”

My eyes rolled up at the mental image. All it took was three thrusts and I was a goner. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning through my pleasure, even as I jerked within Scott. The bliss tingled through my gut, leaving me breathless and stunned. The orgasm was powerful enough I could feel my asshole winking. “So much better.”

“Too right,” he replied. “My turn.”

I stroked him through his release and felt the urge to move once more burning within me. The embers of my arousal glowed bright and hot becoming an inferno of need. Behind us the chat was going crazy. Each chime was another tip. We’d make bank tonight. I’d enjoy that later, though. Right now, I concentrated on where we’d been connected and the way Scott’s ass clenched around me, gripping my dick perfectly.

Each pump of my hips was another spark of satisfaction blooming to life within me. Though it always felt good with Scott, this... This had me in knots. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to savor every second or pound him into the mattress until neither one of us could walk right. The one thing I did know in that moment with him was that I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t. It was like my body acted on its own volition. I crushed my mouth to Scott’s. The kiss was all teeth and tongues and spit and heat. A wild, unhinged matching of tempos for each stroke. I swallowed his cries, pumping my fist over his cock. I was unbalanced and on fire.

Nothing could stop the building savagery.

I slammed my hips against his, grinding against him, until we shouted in pleasure, and I filled him for a second time. The idea of my cum in his ass sent me on a spiral. Even as I throbbed through my release, I flexed my hips, giving small thrusts, because I needed more.

I was insatiable.

Uneven.

But at least I had the decency to give my stepbro a minute to catch his breath.

I don’t know how many rounds we went before Scott waved the white flag, however we were exhausted and sated. After I turned off the cam, I went for a washcloth to clean us up. Scott stayed in the same position I’d left him in, legs spread. Cum dribbling from his hole. Even though I knew I couldn’t go another round, my dick gave an appreciative twitch.

“Feel better?” he mumbled, turning his head toward where I stood in the bathroom cleaning off my soft dick.

“I didn’t realize I needed you that badly,” I answered. “So glad you initiated the idea.”

A lazy, dreamy smile filled his mouth. “You’re welcome.”

I came back to the bed and climbed in with him to clean him up. “When you’re ready, I’ll help you to the shower, and we’ll finish closing out the session.”

“That sounds way naughtier than it should.”

I chuckled, taking my time caring for Scott. “You should be too exhausted to think dirty thoughts. If not, I didn’t do my job properly.”

“Touché.”