Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CURTIS
Hanging out with Finn is fun. Even if my skin prickles and my cock aches in his presence.
It’s only when my abs are covered in my release that I’m sad I let the opportunity pass me by.
I’m still putting out regular content, but I’m running low on banked-up videos that I can share whenever there’s a lull in my sex drive.
I don’t ever want to get to the point where this feels like a job.
I already get that enough while editing.
Sometimes while filming, I can be distracted by angles and what will look good for the camera, but it doesn’t take away from the pleasure of getting off.
I may have missed my chance to film it, but I can use a photo of the aftermath with a little tease.
I fish my phone out of the pocket in my pants on the floor and turn all the lights on so I can get a crisp photo without annoying blurriness that will look amateur compared to a lot of other creators’ pages.
Finn may see me as a full-on porn star, but I still feel like I’m far from the professional he thinks I am.
I do know there’s a difference between a blurry pic and one where you can see every drop of cum on glistening, sweaty skin.
I take a couple of shots before I pick up my shirt and wipe myself down.
Then I send the pics to my computer so I can zoom in and pick the best one to post and do some light touch-ups in my editing software.
Nothing dramatic. As tempting as it is to make my abs more defined, these people have seen the real me in video.
I upload the pic to Money Shot with the caption: When your hot friend comes over to play video games but leaves you hanging. Guess it’s true what they say: if you need something done properly, you have to do it yourself.
I hit Post and then wait for all the complaints about where the video of said fap fest is and calling me a tease.
As expected, notifications come flooding through as I climb into bed naked to get some sleep. It’s one of the messages that catches my eye though.
KingdomHearts
Wow. Really? Calling me out like that?
Gunner
Hey, I never named names. I could’ve had someone else over after you left. You don’t know.
KingdomHearts
In the twenty minutes since I left to when I got home, you mean?
Gunner
Yup. His name was Mano. We go way back. Have known him my whole life, and we got really close during those awkward teen years.
KingdomHearts
Mano? As in Spanish for hand?
Gunner
I didn’t know you spoke Spanish?
KingdomHearts
I don’t. I googled because I knew you were full of shit.
Gunner
Full of shit but not full of cum anymore. You should’ve seen this load. There was so much.
KingdomHearts
First you call me out and then post a huge tease about what I missed out on by leaving, and now you’re taunting me? Are you trying to kill me?
Gunner
Nope. Just trying to get you in my bed again. But like I said, I’m not going to pressure. Just tease you and flirt with you until you can’t take it anymore and you beg me to suck your cock on camera.
KingdomHearts
I hate you.
Gunner
I wouldn’t say no to another one of your private videos if you can’t get to sleep now.
KingdomHearts
For that, you’re not getting anything from me.
Gunner
Damn. I’ll think about it anyway. I have a good imagination. It’ll have to tide me over until you’re ready to pull the trigger.
KingdomHearts
Keep going the way you’re going, and I don’t see me lasting long.
That’s the plan.
I show up at Finn’s place without warning a couple of nights later. Not because I’m paranoid about him changing his mind, but because I came to talk to David about possibly moving Beth to somewhere she can get the help she needs.
We’ve been trading off. I’ve been going to visit her every second day, and he’s gone over to her house after work on the other days.
As much as I hate seeing her deteriorate and I told Finn I never want to go back, I didn’t mean it. Well, I did, but it’s not about my love for her or lack thereof. It’s about being completely devastated and heartbroken when I see her light dimming with each passing day.
But anyway, that’s why I’m on Finn’s doorstep. Because I need a drink, and a few of my queer friends are heading out to a bar in town, and Finn should widen his circle and find some other queer people to connect with.
On a friendship level. None of my friends are allowed to touch him, or I won’t hesitate to glass them. He’s my toy to play with. For now.
With him living in a guesthouse, it’s not like he has a front door—just sliding glass doors that face the backyard—so he sees me coming.
He steps out onto the small patio area, and that damn smile awakens something in my gut.
“What are you doing here?”
“Had to talk to David, and I thought I’d come drag you out for a drink.”
“Oh, so you think alcohol will get me in front of the camera?”
I hold my hands up. “No ulterior motive. I’m actually here to take you out to meet some of my other friends.”
He gasps. “You have other friends? Does David know you cheat on him?”
“Yes. But he’s totally okay with it because he tried being the straight friend at a gay bar once. I think it made his poor little head explode.”
“Is that why he has a big skull? His brain tried to explode out of it?”
I cock my head. “You think he has a big skull?”
“Have you never noticed?”
I try to picture David in my head, and considering I just saw him, you’d think I could, but I can’t. Not exactly. The picture of him I have in my head is just David, and his head looks perfectly normal-sized. And shaped.
“Guess not.”
“I’ll put on some better clothes, and then I’ll be out.”
“What you’re wearing is fine. It’s not a fancy place.”
“My shirt is dirty though.”
“You’ll probably lose it where we’re going.”
“You’re taking me to a gay bar with half-naked men and expect me to get shirtless too? This is another one of your tricks to get me to say I’m ready!”
“Nope. It’s another one of my tricks to get you ready. There’s a difference.”
Finn sighs and ducks back inside, coming out a few minutes later with shoes and socks on, his wallet, and his phone. “Okay, ready.” He stops. “For going out. The video thing, I’m still trying to work up the courage.”
“And I will be here when you find it.”
I order a ride-share like I did for the way over here because I plan to get buzzed. I’ve resigned myself to knowing Finn’s going to need more time, so it won’t matter if I get drunk because there won’t be any working tonight.
Maybe Finn will suddenly be ready for it, and maybe he won’t, but if he does by some miracle realize he wants to be on camera tonight, he should still feel the same tomorrow when we’re sober.
“I could’ve driven,” he says as we wait out on the street for our ride to come.
“Nah. Tonight is about relaxing. We’ll have a few drinks, you’ll meet some cool people, and it’ll be a carefree night out where you don’t have to worry about coming too fast or your dick looking small on camera.”
“You think it’ll look small?” he shrieks.
I don’t think him freaking out will ever get old. Or less cute. “No, but isn’t that what most guys worry about? Being small? Personally, I don’t get it. I’m not a size queen.”
“Your dildo collection says otherwise.”
“Not true. The small ones are still better than any real dick I’ve ever had.” I realize what I’ve said way too late. “Present company excluded. Obviously.”
“Okay, officially going to tear that contract up.”
I have to laugh. “Hey, I didn’t mean it.
” I squeeze his arm. “I meant with sex in general. Most guys I’ve ever had one-night stands with haven’t cared a whole lot about getting me off.
So if I were ever asked if I could give up sex with another person, it would be hell yes.
If someone asked me if I could stop having sex with you …
Well, I’m still trying to tempt you into sleeping with me again, so you must’ve done something right. ”
He folds his arms. “So when you think of sex, you don’t think of sex with me. Got it.” My first reaction is to think I’ve royally fucked up, but then Finn’s lips twitch upward, and I realize he’s playing with me.
“You asshole.” I shove him. “I thought you were actually hurt.”
He rubs his chest. “I am now. Ouch, dude.”
Our car arrives, and I open the back door for him. “For that, you’re buying my first drink.”
We’re silent throughout the car ride—if Finn is anything like me, I hate talking while someone pretends not to listen. Or worse, they join in the conversation.
We get to the bar, and I spot my group of friends immediately. They’re at a long table against the brick wall on the far left-hand side, and I give them a wave, but I guide Finn toward the bar first.
“What’ll you have?” he asks.
“A White Russian.”
“What’s in that?”
“Vodka, coffee liqueur, and cream.”
“Sounds good. I’ll have the same.” He orders, pays, and then we head over to the table.
“Ooh, fresh meat,” Alfie says.
“Everyone, this is Finn, the guy I told you about. Finn, this is everyone, except him. We ignore him.” I point to Alfie.
“You’ve been talking about me?” Finn asks, smug smile on his lips.
“As in, you’re Melanie’s brother and new in town? Yep.”
“Also that he wants to—”
Dolcie puts her hand over Alfie’s mouth. “Good to see you again, Finn.”
He gives her an up-nod.
“See, told you we all ignore him. Or gag him.” I go around the table and introduce everyone. “Next to Dolcie is Kayson, Pax, and then over this side, there’s Adin, Mila, and Elodie.”
“There’s no way I’m going to remember all your names, but it’s good to meet you all.”
We pull over two chairs and sit at the end. We’re sticking out a bit in the walkway, so we’re going to get bumped, but it’s the only way for us all to fit.
The bar has that old warehouse feel. Exposed brick, dark overhead beams, and it looks like it should smell like old whiskey and wood. It smells more like stale beer than anything else, but we like it here.
It’s laid-back.
Finn sips his drink but then looks like he’s trying not to spray it all over the table. He manages to get it down but then squeaks, “What the fuck is that?”
“Not a fan of your drink?” I ask.
“Are you saying White Russians are supposed to taste like this?” He hands me his drink, but considering I have the exact same thing in front of me, I can guarantee it’s going to taste the same. It was made in the same shaker.
Still, I take it and throw it back. “Mm, delicious.”
“I’m gonna go get myself a simpler drink. Vodka soda or something.”
I can’t help watching that ass of his as he goes.
“What’s the deal with your gentle giant?” Alfie asks.
My head swivels back in my friend’s direction. “Deal with what?”
“Dolcie told us about your game night,” Kayson says. “You know, that you two looked close, even though he was supposed to be on a date with someone else.”
I gasp. “Dolcie, you traitor.”
Alfie leans in closer to me. “Please tell us he’s the dude you’ve been teasing everyone about on Money Shot.”
I want to slink down in my seat and hide under the table. “So glad we’re no longer pretending you don’t watch my channel.”
Everyone snickers.
“We’re proud of you though,” Mila says. “I’m one hundred percent lesbian, but I’m also a lesbian for your videos.”
“What does that even mean?”
She purses her lips. “I’m just saying that I like your content.”
I glance around the table at all of my friends. “Are all of you subscribed to it?”
My friends glance around at each other, waiting for someone to say they aren’t.
None of them do.
“I only have one thing to say to that.” I pause for dramatics. “You all need Jesus.”
The great thing about this group of friends, though, is that they don’t judge. We all laugh, and I know that I can trust them to keep my secret. Obviously not from each other but from anyone who might not approve.
But when Finn comes back to the table and he takes his seat, I realize, if we do end up doing a scene together, he’ll have to be okay with these guys knowing about it.
We might not be showing his face, but to our friends, people who have seen his physique, how close we are, it’s not going to take a lot to put two and two together, and he’s going to have to decide if it’s worth it.
The longer time goes on between him signing the contract and actually filming, the more I begin to think that it’s not going to happen.
I’ll be okay if he decides to never go through with it, but it will suck ass because I really want to have sex with him again.
“What are we talking about?” Finn asks.
“Nothing much,” I say. “Just how these pervs pay to see me naked.”
“And coming,” Alfie adds. “Can’t forget the coming.”
I watch as Finn’s face changes from smiling to slowly falling as he makes the same realization I have.
The only question now is if he’s still interested.