Chapter 25
Trent
“Consent is soooo sexy.” Magnus mumbles that and goes limp against me.
I let him snuggle me as I finish my meal, then I steal the empanada left on his plate, too.
Am I maybe enjoying him in my arms a little too much?
No, I don’t think it’s possible to enjoy Magnus too much, but I am dealing with a chubby that’s about to become a full blown erection, and that’s just from talking about touching him tomorrow.
Well, the chubby started when he stripped, got worse when he decided to wear my shirt to bed, and became a visible tent while we were eating.
I’m excited about getting my hands on him again.
We haven’t done anything like what we did during the photo shoot, and that’s fine, but it also feels a bit like a step in the wrong direction.
When I’m done eating, I down a bottle of water as well, then with minimal effort from a sleepy-Magnus, I carry him to the bed and lay him down.
He immediately snuggles into the bedding on his side, and I get a glimpse of his ass that has me leaking precum into my pajamas.
I snap a photo of him (I’ll make sure to get consent to keep it tomorrow), turn off the main lights, and climb in on the other side, lying mostly uncovered.
Unlike my roommate, who can sleep with an erection, I’m not even going to pretend I can.
Pulling up the camera on my phone, I hit record, aiming the camera at the tent in my pants.
I don’t want to disturb Magnus, but there’s something thrilling about the illicit nature of masturbating in the same bed as him, and I know our subscribers are going to love it.
I slowly pan the camera to the lump of Magnus beside me. The only thing peeking out of the blanket burrito he’s made of himself is his nose and a small blond tuft of his curls. I pan the camera so that it catches my own face and I quirk my lips into a half-smile and wink.
Pointing the camera back at my tent, I play with my covered shaft for a few minutes, just to build the anticipation up.
I’m sure it builds for my viewers, but this anticipation is for me.
I love a slow tease, and I want this to last, too.
I’ve done uploads that were a few minutes—quickies between classes—but I really enjoy the ones where I can take my time.
Breathing slowly so I don’t make any noise and disturb Magnus, I rub my dick through my pants and then tease myself and the camera by slowly pushing my pants down.
Achingly slow, I reveal my naked cock inch by inch until the crown catches on the elastic of my pants and pops free, slapping against my abs.
I finish pushing my pants to my thighs, lick my hand, and grip my cock.
I left my lube in my suitcase, so the friction’s going to be rougher this time.
Magnus shifts beside me, and awareness of his closeness causes a burst of arousal in me.
Precum leaks from my slit and I add it to my spit slick shaft, working it slowly down from the crown.
I blow out a breath to cool my arousal so I don’t shoot too soon, but Magnus shifts again, and my cock pulses with more precum.
Fuck.
I shouldn't be doing this, but he’d approve if he was awake. He’d encourage the tease. He’d want me to play it up for our fans.
That’s not why I’m doing it, though. They’re an excuse. A really fucking good cover story, but I’m doing this for me. Magnus turns me on. Sharing this bed with him is temptation, and I’m not strong enough to control my urges.
“Fuck!” I whisper-shout as my cock pulses, and I let it go before I really do lose it. I’m not ready to come yet.
It jerks and twitches, but the orgasm that nearly had me fades just enough for me to keep going.
I grab the mushroom head and twist my hand around it, spreading the precum over it and pushing the limit of stimulation from pleasure to pain.
A little pain to keep me from blowing too soon and too much pleasure to resist. It’s a beautiful dichotomy for my mind and dick.
I spit out another low “Fuck” as the motion becomes too much, and I release my cock again.
It dances for the camera as I try to breathe through the moment of too-much.
I fucking love watching the movement. It’s evidence of how close I am to coming.
My balls are tight, and I reach low to pull them loose.
It works for just a moment to ease me back from the edge, but as soon as I touch my cock again, they’re tightening up, ready to release the cum stored in them.
I lick my palm again, though I don’t need it.
Copious amounts of precum trickle from my slit, and I add that to the spit lube.
Magnus makes a noise beside me and shifts.
Some part of him brushes my elbow despite this bed being big enough for four people, and that’s it for me.
His proximity sets off my orgasm like I’ve never been touched in my life.
I strangle my cock and point the jets of cum toward my chest, trying not to lose track of the camera as I shoot every drop of cum all over my chest.
Fuck.
I give myself two seconds to breathe after the last shot, turn off the video, and drop the phone, glancing over to Magnus.
His big blue eyes stare up at me from beneath those pretty curls.
He’s still burritoed, but he’s not as asleep as I thought he was.
Instead of embarrassment from getting caught, a wicked grin forms on my lips.
He blinks a couple of times, and his own smile appears in his eyes, covered by the blanket.
It’s not like he wasn’t going to find out I filmed, but somehow knowing he’d been watching makes the afterglow of that intense orgasm sweeter. Without a word, I grab a tissue from the nightstand, clean up, post the video, and turn off the lamp.
When I roll onto my side, Magnus is right there, and he doesn’t scoot away when I wrap a hand around his waist and pull him in. I’ve never slept with anyone before, but it’s nothing to fall asleep with Magnus in my arms.