Chapter 6
Zak
"So, how big do you think Harvey's dick is?"
"Oh my god! Zak!" Jack glares at me, open-mouthed, from the dining room where he's setting the table. It's Friday, and Harvey is coming over for dinner and board game night. "He'll be here any minute."
"Oh, please. Drop the innocent guy act. I clocked the way you were checking him out."
"When?"
"When he helped us out with the car. Also, when he sat down on the back porch after dinner. I know about your bulge fetish, remember?"
His cheeks flush. "Ugh. Hate that you know me so well sometimes."
"And, hey, he was cool about the porn thing. Props to him for that."
"True."
The porn issue is a funny one. I have zero shame about the line of work I'm in, and that goes for my days in front of the camera, too. I love it when people recognize me. I'm proud of what I've done.
Jack is proud as well, I know he is, but he's way more sensitive to people's reactions to it than I am.
If they're fine with it, he's fine. But on more than a few occasions, when people have reacted badly, it's really affected him.
He feels judged, and it brings up a whole bunch of negative stuff for him.
I keep telling him to stop caring what other people think, but he's wired differently to me, so no matter how many times I say it, it never seems to get through.
Harvey being cool when I told him what we did was a massive relief.
The fact that he's coming over tonight hopefully means it wasn't just lip service, and that he really has no problem with our careers.
We've both been burned before by people saying everything's fine to our faces, then talking shit behind our backs.
"I was thinking," I say, stirring the creamy Alfredo sauce. "Maybe after a few rounds of games, I suggest we play some strip poker?"
Jack lifts a fork and waves it menacingly at me. "Don't you dare."
"Come on. It'd be fun." I let out a chuckle, then lick my lips. "Bet you it's at least a foot long."
The sharp inhale of his breath makes me think Jack wishes it's a foot long, too. I leave the sauce to simmer and close the distance between us, placing my hand over his as I guide the fork down to the table to mitigate any urges he may get to stab me with it.
"Remember that scene where we got fucked by those two massively hung daddies?"
He swallows. "I do."
To this day, it remains one of our top-streaming highlights.
Jack and I play two friends who get punished by their 'daddies' for not doing their household chores or something equally ridiculous, so they, naturally, make us make out with each other before insisting we swap daddies. The plotline makes no sense, but the money shot set the bar for facials.
First, Jack's daddy unloads on my face. I manage to catch some of it on my tongue then lean over and kiss Jack with it, swapping it between us until it's all gone. Then my daddy gives him a spritzing, and we repeat the process.
Jack got so caught up in the moment he ended up licking every last drop of release from my neck, shoulders, chest, and even my hair.
Truly a cumslut possessed. I did my best to keep up, forcing him onto my daddy's still-hard cock, bobbing his glazed face up and down on it.
There's a thousand X-rated memes of that on the internet.
"Those guys were big, but they were nowhere near the size of Harvey. There's a good chance he's even bigger."
"Yeah, there is."
"I won't do anything too crazy…" I'm a breath away from Jack's face, my fingers climbing the column of his throat, my mind racing with so many sex-soaked memories we have together.
"I'll play it by ear. Read the vibe. But if I get the sense Harvey would be into it, would it be okay with you if I did? "
"You know I'm terrible at poker," he murmurs, his breath hot against my face.
I smirk. "Oh, I know."
His eyes land on mine, darkening with something unmistakable, something I haven't seen in over a decade.
Desire.
Even if nothing happens with Harvey, I'm glad this side of Jack has been reawakened.
"Okay, fine. But don't make it weird, okay? Harvey's been cool with us so far. I don't want him to think we're sex-crazed monsters."
"You're right," I say, pulling back a fraction, a grin tugging my lips. "We should wait until he knows us better before he finds that out."