Chapter 10
Chapter ten
Scott had seen Thomas naked many times, and it wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest.
Splashing around in the pool together felt normal.
Even sharing a towel to dry off didn’t gross Scott out.
Three years they’d spent together in the same cell, and for the first few months, they’d tried to be respectful and never dropped their eyes lower than the belly button, but it was inevitable they would see each other naked.
The first time Scott had seen Thomas’s cock; he’d done a double-take.
For some reason, he’d thought the tattoo would end at his crotch, and his cock would be bare. In hindsight, it would’ve looked ridiculous, a big guy like Thomas inked head to toe in snake-skin but with a tattoo-free penis, but no – Thomas was tattooed everywhere, even under his foreskin.
He had a snake-skin cock with the prominent colour being green.
A green cock.
It was a first for Scott. He’d seen many a dick, but never a green one tattooed to look like it had scales. Despite being green, it functioned like a regular cock. Thomas would wake up with morning wood, and Scott would chuckle and wave a good morning to Thomas’s literal trouser snake.
Thomas would glare at him and call him an idiot.
Thomas had also seen Scott naked, whether getting changed in the cell or washing in the shower, he’d seen and hissed at anyone who dared to stare at Scott for too long.
They became desensitised to that area of their bodies. It was a relief to know they still felt that sense of ease with each other.
But never had Thomas seen Scott jerk off before, or at least not in the flesh, and it turned out to be awkward as hell.
“What?” Scott snapped, pausing to shake out his aching wrist. “Why are you screwing your face up in a ball?”
Two days had passed since the salon, Russell, and the unhappy face in his pocket. Scott wanted the redness from the waxing to vanish completely before filming anything. They’d been trying for almost an hour, and Thomas had been unsatisfied with every take.
Thomas hummed. “Can you take constructive criticism, or will you get in a huff?”
Scott narrowed his eyes, glancing at the word on Thomas’s T-shirt. “You are the director… Direct me.”
“Stop moaning.”
“Moaning is hot,” Scott said. “There is nothing hotter in life than the sound of a man getting close to coming.”
“For once, I agree with you, but your moans… They’re fake, overperformed. You sound like a –”
“If you say dying animal, I’ll walk,” Scott said, pointing at the door.
“An animal with wind,” Thomas finished, lifting his brow. “It’s so obvious you’re faking it.”
“Forgive me, Thomas, but the last time you jerked off, did you moan?”
“No –”
“No one moans when they’re touching themselves. It’s weird. I have to fake it. Subscribers will want to hear me enjoying myself.”
“But you’re not enjoying yourself.”
“You keep huffing and tutting while I’m trying to look hot… At one point, you yawned.”
“Criticism number two,” Thomas said, then gestured towards Scott’s crotch. “What’s going on down there?”
“What do you mean, what’s going on?”
“You’re up and you’re down. Sometimes it looks like you’re physically trying to remove that thing from your body.”
Scott laughed in disbelief. “You don’t like how I jerk off?”
“Tear off more like.”
Scott grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and threw it at Thomas.
Thomas batted it away. “Remember when you promised not to get in a huff?”
“I never promised that.” Scott slumped. “I thought this would be easy.”
Thomas snorted. “Luckily for you, the bare essentials are there.”
“What does that mean?”
“Lots of guys will find you attractive. You have the looks, and the body. You just need to tweak your performance, that’s all.”
“No moaning,” Scott murmured.
“No sound that isn’t genuine,” Thomas said. “And we have to adjust your hand technique.”
“My hand technique has served me pretty well, thank you very much.”
“Oh really?” Thomas tilted his head. “Before coming here, when was the last time you got yourself off?”
“A week before –”
“And I mean actually off, not going, but off, as in the milk left the udder and the cow felt relief.”
Scott shuddered. “Never say that again.”
“Well…”
“I can’t remember,” Scott mumbled.
“You didn’t jerk off when we were in prison together.”
Scott shook his head. “You don’t know that.”
“Did you?”
“No, but –”
“Have you forgotten how to touch yourself?” Thomas asked, frowning, like it was a genuine question and not a massive insult.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I know I asked you this a few days ago, but I’m going to ask you again. Scott…do you like your body?”
“Of course I do,” Scott said through gritted teeth.
“What specifically do you like about it?”
“I like that men pay for it.”
Thomas’s eyes widened. For a few moments, he looked stunned, then he shook his head. “Let’s take other people out of the equation for one secon –”
“Why? This is for other people. I need to make videos to make money; it’s as simple as that. My face is the cover, and my body and what I can do with it are the pages inside that satisfy the reader.”
Thomas stared, unblinking.
Scott rolled his eyes. “You wouldn’t ask a book if it likes itself. It has no opinion – it’s a book.”
“You’re not a damn book, Scott.” Thomas let loose a long sigh. “I always thought I was the most fucked-up one between us.”
“I’m not fucked –”
“What if something happens and no one looks at your cover anymore? What if no one wants your pages? If you’re left to gather dust on the bookshelf of the internet?”
Scott shrugged. “Then it’s over, isn’t it?”
“What’s over?”
Everything.
“Are you going to help me with this or not?” Scott snapped.
Thomas’s nostrils flared. “I said I would –”
“Then stop telling me that one day no one will want me.”
“That’s not what I was trying to say –”
“Just press play on the camera.”
Thomas sighed and restarted all the cameras facing Scott on the bed.
He held his thumb up, and Scott began touching himself, but his mind was elsewhere, and it felt like nothing.
His hand felt like nothing. The nerves in his skin weren’t connecting.
It didn’t feel good, it didn’t feel bad, it was nothing, and maybe Thomas was right, somewhere along the line he’d forgotten how to touch himself, how to make himself feel good.
“Shut your eyes,” Thomas said softly.
“Why?”
“You seem to relax more when you do.”
Scott exhaled a loud and forceful breath to nail home the point he wasn’t happy, then shut his eyes.
“Start touching yourself.”
Scott immediately reached for his cock –
“No,” Thomas murmured. “Not there. Not yet.”
“Then where?” Scott asked.
“Put your hand on your chest,” Thomas directed. “Feel yourself breathe. Feel your heart in your chest.”
Scott hesitated before doing as Thomas told him. He spread his palm over his chest, pressing until he felt the slow thump of his heart. His chest rose and fell in an easy rhythm.
“This is stupid,” he murmured.
“Shhhh.” Thomas sounded like he’d moved closer. “How do you like to be touched?”
Scott swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. “What…what do you mean?”
“What turns you on?”
“Men wanting me.”
Thomas made an unhappy noise, and Scott cracked an eye open.
“Closed,” Thomas ordered.
Scott shut it again.
“What about your body turns you on?” Thomas asked. “What gets that heart of yours pounding?”
“I don’t… I don’t know.”
“Where do you like to be touched?” Thomas asked. “Where are you sensitive?”
Scott pressed his lips together and shook his head.
He didn’t know because he didn’t need to; it wasn’t important. He was a service – a service man – and nobody serviced the service man unless it was a really bad porn shoot.
“We’ve got time for you to find out,” Thomas whispered. “Touch yourself, Scott.”
Scott didn’t move his hand.
“You’ve got such a stunning body, and you don’t even know how to touch it.” Thomas sighed. “How is that even possible?”
Scott swallowed again. The lump in his throat felt like it had doubled in size. He began to feel nauseous, like a knot was tightening inside him.
“Okay,” Thomas murmured, and it sounded as if he was speaking to himself rather than Scott. “Okay…you’re going to do what I say, touch where I say, how I say. You’re not going to argue with me or huff; you’re just going to get on with it, understand?”
“Yes,” Scott whispered. He hadn’t expected the blockage growing in his throat to affect his voice, but his answer came out strained, weak.
“Good,” Thomas said. “Start stroking your hand across your pecs. Slowly. Drag your palm across your nipples.”
Scott took a deep breath to calm his nerves, then did as Thomas directed, groping his chest, teasing his nipples.
“Just as I thought,” Thomas murmured. “They tightened up under your touch.”
Scott could feel they were harder when he brushed his hands over them, pointier, and his stomach fluttered.
“Such a beautiful shade of pink. Such perfect little nipples.”
The fluttering in Scott’s stomach swapped to a swooping sensation, like he was in freefall on a rollercoaster. His skin flashed cold, then simmered with heat at Thomas’s praise.
“Pinch one,” Thomas said. “I don’t care which, pinch it, gently at first.”
Scott nipped his right bud, then released it.
“Again.”
Scott pinched.
“Again,” Thomas ordered with timber in his voice.
Scott shivered and rolled his fingertip over his nipple before trapping it between his thumb and finger.
“Harder, and for longer. Make it burn.”
Scott did as he was told, frowning as he kept his eyes shut. He was waiting, but he didn’t know what for until Thomas spoke again.
“Good, Scott, really good.”
It was the praise that made him shiver.
Oh God, that shouldn’t be happening.
He didn’t know what was happening. Thomas’s voice was something else, arousing and soothing at the same time.
“Like that, don’t you?”
Scott nodded. He didn’t understand it. They probably needed to have a sit-down to discuss the new development in their relationship –
“You love your nipples being pinched.”