Chapter 15
Trent
The record scratch going on in my brain right now…
I don’t think anything could have prepared me for giving another dude an orgasm.
I knew I was going to do it eventually. Hell, I signed up for having sex with Magnus for money, but this wasn’t something I could have prepared for.
A whole fuckton of emotions are swirling around inside me right now, and I don’t have time to analyze them, and I desperately need to come—because whatever else making Magnus come was, it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever done, and I need to come now.
It takes a deliberate act of will to release him from my arms, to let his cock go, to take a step back and let him find his stability again. Doing those simple things is more difficult than my last ethics paper, and maybe a little more meaningful. Fuck.
“Perfect. Magnus, as soon as you catch your breath, get on your knees. Trent, you don’t have to draw it out, just let me get you into position first.”
The interruption of Sasha’s voice clears some of the haze of lust—I’d forgotten she was here, and I don’t know how, because she was right there behind the camera well within view the whole time. Fuck.
Fuck.
Magnus takes a deep breath and collapses to his knees without a hint of shame or self-consciousness, smiling up at me like—well, like he always does. Like the world didn’t shift and quake with the explosion of his orgasm. Like—like maybe I’m overreacting.
I take a series of slow deep breaths and release them as Sasha moves us into the right position to get all the angles she wants, and by the time she gives me the go ahead, I’ve gotten past the initial wave of emotions about Magnus.
I don’t know how I’ll feel later or tomorrow, but right now, I focus on that cute face, on how sexy he’ll look when I take him apart, and the idea of making him feel more than just the pleasure of my hand takes me over the edge.
Shooting my load onto his face? Supremely satisfying for the caveman.
Panting like I’ve just run a marathon, before Magnus can wipe my mark off his face, I reach down and swipe it from his cheek into his mouth. He sucks it right off my thumb, but the grimace the taste elicits breaks whatever spell I’m under and I chuckle, amused by his disgusted reaction.
He pulls back and takes the cloth Sasha holds out, wiping his face. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to get used to that taste. It’s so gross.”
Sasha and I bubble with laughter at his dramatic outburst. “I’ll start eating more pineapple,” I promise.
Magnus gives me his curious look. “Does that work? Eating pineapple?”
“I’ve heard, but never tried it,” I shrug.
Sasha gives me a clean cloth, too, shrugging at Magnus.
“I think it helps. One of my partners started eating it regularly after we heard that, and things are a little less bitter down there, but overall, I think eating more whole foods instead of processed foods is what actually made the biggest difference for them. They became a vegetarian shortly after we decided to add them to our polycule.”
“Does being a vegetarian make that much of a difference?” I ask, surprised. I’m pretty sure I would rather make sure Magnus never tasted my cum again than give up steak, but it’s still good info to have.
Sasha shrugs. “I’m just one person, but I think it does.”
“Interesting. I doubt I’ll convince Trent to go vegetarian for my poor taste buds, but it is interesting,” Magnus comments, wiping down his body with the cum rag to get off the excess oil.
It’s a lost cause, but I follow suit as Sasha leaves the room, calling over her shoulder, “I’ll be at the front when you’re dressed.”
Alone, I reach out and poke Magnus’s shoulder, halting him mid swipe. He blinks up at me curiously. “Yes?”
“You ok?” I ask, because I’ve learned the importance of making sure a partner is ok before, during, and after—I never want someone to feel like I wasn’t paying attention while we were together, including the guy I’m in business with.
Magnus gives me a half smile and pokes me back.
“I am. I consented to everything we did, and I would be lying to say I didn’t have fun and enjoy myself.
I’m glad you decided to go ahead with those last shots, but the question is, will we be able to do our masturbatory video later?
I don’t know about you, but I’m a bit wrung out. ”
I consider how many times I’ve had to take myself in hand over the last few weeks, and I stifle a little laugh, shrugging as I admit, “I could probably go again a couple of times.”
Magnus giggles, stepping in close. “I didn’t realize you had such a high libido.”
For a moment I let his big eyes mesmerize me, but then he reaches around me to grab his clothes, and I remember that we’re really not gay.
Neither of us are, and while I might be having a bisexual awakening, I doubt that whatever is happening inside my head is a reflection of what’s happening in his.
So, I step out of his way, grab my own clothes, and drag them onto my body.
“Whatever happens, we’re showering as soon as we get back,” I grumble, annoyed that I’m going to also have to do my laundry today. I don’t know if mineral oil stains, but I don't want to find out the hard way.
Magnus and I finish dressing, gather our camera equipment, and head out. When we get to the desk in the lobby, Sasha’s smirking at the computer. She looks up and points us to the door. “It’ll be a couple of weeks, but I’ll email you when I have a file ready for you to look through.”
“Can we see any of them now?” Magnus asks eagerly.
Sasha scrunches her nose up. “That’s a soft no. I want to surprise you since it’s your first time.”
Magnus freezes for half a second then resumes moving like he didn’t just stop mid-step. “I trust you,” he decides and turns toward the door. “The anticipation might distract me, but I’ll cope.”
I chuckle, salute our photographer, and follow Magnus out the door so we can head up to the sex shop.
After baking under the studio lights, the crisp winter air feels like heaven on my face, and Magnus audibly groans as we ascend the stairs to the sidewalk level, sending me flashing back to when he came in my hand.
Fuck.
I know what a pulsing cock feels like—I’ve wrung out enough of my own orgasms—but the phantom sensation of his shooting off in my hand persists even now.
I flex my hand and focus on the next time I’ll have his cock in my hand—might as well give myself permission to enjoy it. “Have you figured out how much we’re advancing the timeline? You were going to study the data before making any changes, but you haven’t updated me on it.”
“You were busy with your school work,” he reminds me—he assigned us a shit load of homework, and I had a project for another class, plus all my usual course work.
“I think we need to touch dicks when we do our live this evening. I’ve been going over my original timeline and the data, and I think we can keep them hanging on for six months, but by the time we move in together, we need to be not-doing-a-good-job-of-hiding-our-feelings.
Claiming to be straight while getting our hands on each other every chance we get.
We were going to do a blow job as a celebration, but I think we need to move up to some kind of anal penetration.
I don’t think we need to have sex, but at this point, it’s hard to predict how far we push denial before giving our subscribers what they want.
We want them loyal because the loyal ones will ensure our income while you’re in graduate school, so we have to balance making this a journey they’re on with us and frustrating them to the point that they give up. ”
He pulls open the door to the shop and I walk through, stopping just inside to check what aisle we’re heading toward. The entire wall of vibrators stands out, and since he wants me to get a prostate vibe, I head that way.
“We can ask the people in the live to give us some suggestions for future vids, and then we just pick the most innocuous one to perform tonight. Let’s get a sleeve that’s open on both ends and see if we can get them to suggest docking with it.
” It’s not my preferred method of self-pleasure, but I used to have a sleeve that I enjoyed twice before it got too grimy to contemplate touching.
“I hate the texture of them in my hand, but on my dick they’re alright. ”
Magnus considers that as we stop in front of the wall of vibrators. “That’s a good idea. What’s wrong with the texture?”
“Ever played with those stretchy toy hands that you slap on something and they stick?”
“Sticky hands. That’s what they’re called,” Magnus nods. “I bought some as part of a treasure box for my office in the math department.”
“They’re that texture. And they get that dirty,” I explain, suppressing a shudder.
Magnus’s disgusted expression perfectly reflects my feelings about sticky hands and that texture in general. “We should get a cheap one that we won’t feel too bad about tossing afterward.”
I like that plan, so while he picks the prostate massager he wants to try, I find a cheap sleeve and a couple of other toys we can use. The vibrating cock rings are going to be fun.
When we meet back up at the front, we both have at least five more items than the ones we came in for.
Laughing at each other's picks, we head toward the counter, looking forward to figuring out which one of our toys our subs are going to pick tonight. Maybe I’m not as straight as I thought, or maybe I’m just good at gay for pay, but either way, I’m glad it’s Magnus I’m learning about myself with.
If nothing else, I’m going to have fun playing with my toys with my best friend, and I can’t say that I’m upset about that.