Some Like It Hot

by J. D. Light

  "Please, Grant," Bates groaned loudly, his hips moving continuously as he desperately tried to fuck my fingers while rubbing against me. "I'm ready. Fuck, I'm so ready."

  Thank fuck, because aside from ripping my dick off completely, I didn't see how I was going to be able to keep the thing from going off any longer. Just sliding my fingers in and out of his hot, tight heat was enough to get me off, and I felt desperate to be inside him… to knot him.

  Oh shit.

  I held still for a moment, breathing against his neck and swallowing hard in hopes of alleviating the dryness in my throat and trying to focus on that task instead of thinking about my knot buried inside him. He whimpered and whined and did his best to drive me fucking crazy as he writhed on my fingers.

  When I thought I might have myself somewhat under control, I pulled my fingers out of him and lined my painfully throbbing, leaking dick to his hole and pressed inside as slowly as I possibly could. A sound somewhere between getting my sole ripped from my body and a whine left me and I felt the first, embarrassing tingles of my orgasm move along my spine.

  I wasn't a super experienced man, and it had definitely been a while since I'd shared a sexual experience with anyone besides myself, but I was pretty sure nearly blowing before you'd even moved fell somewhere in the realm of horribly pathetic, but there really was nothing I could do to stop the impending doom, and even as my hips took on a mind of their own, pulling back and punching forward, I knew I should stop, but I couldn't.

  Bates screamed my name loud enough to make my ears ring, but I was so fucking grateful to feel his cum splatter between us, I didn't fucking care if he broke my ear drum, and I followed him right over.

  I'd kinda known what was going to happen next, even though I'd never done it before in my life, so when the absolute euphoria of my orgasm ramping up as my knot swelled in his ass rushed over me, I let out a small, grunting laugh that turned into a moan as I felt him spasm again and one last ribbon of cum shot against my belly.

  I'm never letting him go. I'm never fucking letting him go, I chanted internally as I buried my face against his neck and tried like hell not to embarrass myself further by bawling like a fucking baby.

  Chapter Six

  AUGUST

  I was only half alive when he rolled us, letting me sprawl across him in a way that was probably only comfortable because my body was still in shock, and therefore in no state to bitch about shit.

  "That fucking dildo did not prepare me for reality," I said, through a dry mouth, smacking my lips and trying to clear my throat, but I was pretty sure I just sounded like tapdancing with my face. I wouldn't be gaining any followers for my ability to cause ASMR.

  "Are you in pain?" Grant asked, sounding concerned, and I laughed, rubbing my face on his chest hair, and moaning… which actually sounded a bit like a purr, since my voice was hoarse. I must have been yelling a little.

  It was a good thing my only neighbor was the man whose knot was still lodged in my ass, because I honestly had no idea how loud I'd gotten, or what I'd said. I could have traumatized children.

  "I have no idea."

  "You don't know if you're in pain?"

  "I don't know if I'm still alive."

  There was a brief pause, and then he chuckled, sending pleasant vibrations through my body that only made me melt further into the man. We lay like that for a while. He gently brushed his fingers up and down my back, over my hips and down my thighs, making goosebumps pop up all over me.

  "So," I whispered, trying my best not to break the spell we both seemed to be under. "Time for an awkward conversation."

  He grunted, and because I was apparently quite the linguist, I knew that meant, go on Bates. You always astound me with your intelligence.

  "At least you know I'm a camboy, so that eliminates that part of the conversation."

  He slid his hand over my ass, cupping it lightly before giving it a little pat. "We can discuss it more if you like."

  Grant Foster! Did you just flirt with me? If I didn't have something really important to talk about, which was also something that was going to be a bit awkward, I would so be enjoying this flirting, but… Okay, I still really, really enjoyed it.

  I blinked away my surprise and licked my lips, leaning up slightly to look down at him. "I don't know what we are to each other, and if my life was normal, I wouldn’t worry about it, yet, but it's not, so I need to know some things."

  I chewed on my lower lip as he watched my face for a moment before smiling and reaching up to peel my lip from between my teeth. "You want to know, because if we are together, you're not sure what to do about your job, right?"

  "Right," I said, surprised. "I don't really know how to do this."

  Leaning up, he brushed a light kiss to my mouth, before whispering against my lips, "You have a session tonight, right?"

  "Yeah." How could I be getting turned on when we were still knotted together, after the best fucking orgasm of my entire life? "I… I'm not sure if I should do it, though. Will that bother you?"

  The situation was awkward, since we hadn't even started talking about dating, or anything like that, but if there was even a chance, I didn't want to start it out on a bad note, but I also wasn't ready to give up what I did. I was pretty sure Grant would be absolutely worth it, but…

  "First..." he said, his voice deep and rumbly. "...I want you to know that your job doesn't bother me, Bates. Not even a little. Second––"

  "Because we aren't dating," I blurted, interrupting.

  He grunted, shaking his head. "You didn't let me finish. Second, I know we've only been friends for a couple of weeks, but I would really like a chance to date you... Exclusively."

  I gasped, my chest filling. "But what about my job?" I asked hopefully. He might have said he liked my job, but that didn't mean he wanted me to do it while we were dating. People didn't want to take a camboy home to meet their parents, no matter how great they were. Not as their boyfriend. "I don't plan on doing it forever, obviously, but I planned on doing it at least for the next couple of years."

  "I don't want you to quit until you're ready, but…"

  "But what?" I whispered, my stomach dropping.

  "Do you think I could watch?"

  Huh? I watched him for a moment, surprised and confused. That had not at all been what I'd expected him to say.

  "I thought you said you did that already."

  He nodded, watching my mouth as he swallowed hard. "I mean from inside the room."

  "Oh fuck," I groaned. "That sounds really hot."

  ***

  I wasn't sure if the tremors running through my hands as I slid them over my body were from nerves or excitement, but I couldn't stop from watching Grant as I slowly slid my underwear down my hips, arching off the bed to let the material slide over my ass, pressing my rock-hard dick and my hipbones toward the ceiling.

  He was set up next to the camera, getting nearly the same visual as everyone else that was watching. He'd taken off his shirt earlier while we were making out, and I knew my face, neck and chest were sporting some serious whisker burns, and maybe even a hicky from that session, but neither of us had gotten off, so we were both still hard as hell, and ready to blow.

  I was quieter this time than I usually was, but I was having a hard time focusing on anything but the man sitting there in that chair, watching me touch myself, his breathing hard, his eyes intense, and his dick pressing hard against the zipper, the head sticking out over the top.

  The band of my underwear released my dick, and it slapped against my stomach, leaving a wet patch just under my belly button, and I heard Grant's grunt of approval.

  His hand slid down his stomach and over the front of his pants. He pressed down on his dick, the material of his jeans dipping even lower.

  I groaned, letting my legs fall open as I skimmed a hand over my nipple. My body was on fire, and even though I'd much rather have Grant's wide hands moving over my body, the feel of my own palm brushing
over the silky skin of my hipbone had me whimpering and shuddering.

  Grant slowly popped the button open on the top of his pants before easing the zipper down, finally letting that gorgeous dick breathe.

  I slid my finger down my crack, sliding it over my leaking hole to gather some slick, teasing myself a bit… and maybe Grant too. When I thought my fingers were slick enough, I moved my hand back to my dick and stroked from base to tip and then back down, whimpering as Grant leaned up enough to push his pants down.

  We'd stayed naked most of the damn day, even though we'd only gotten off the one time, since Grant thought it was important for me to be thoroughly turned on when it was time for my show, so I shouldn't be reacting like it was my first time seeing him naked, but this was all still new to me, and he had a spectacular body.

  I started to stroke myself in earnest as he took his own dick in his hand. I had no idea what the streamers were saying, but when I got to this point, I usually ignored them anyway, feeling like my genuine enjoyment of what I was doing was what had gotten me this far, so their coaching was unnecessary and unwanted, but with Grant sitting next to the camera, making those deep noises in his throat and breathing like that, there was no way they were missing the fact that there was someone else in the room.

  I should probably care whether or not that would be a good thing, and if I'd lose viewers because of it, but I really didn't. It was fucking hot as hell, and I really liked that other people would know he was there, enjoying the show personally.

  I moved my other hand down my body, going for simple this time, as I continued to stroke myself as my fingers found my hole. With a groan, I pressed inside while watching Grant's hand move up and down his own dick.

  "Fuck," he groaned as I pressed a finger inside, and I let out a small gasp as I realized he was really fucking close.

  His hips were moving restlessly, his balls were tightening before my eyes, and his abs were popping as his entire body tightened.

  I curled my finger, pressing against my prostate and shot with a shout, throwing my head back, and bowing off the bed as cum splashed against my abs and chest. Grant growled, standing quickly and moving toward me on the bed, his pants still halfway down his thighs, and before I could question what he was doing, his cum was joining mine on my stomach and one stripe even painting one of my nipples.

  We both gasped for breath as we watched each other for a long moment, and then as if he just realized what he'd done, his eyes widened and he stumbled back away from the bed, glancing toward the camera and cringing.

  I blinked and then sat up, stumbling my way through my, bye, guys. See you next time, and turned the camera off.

  "I'm so sorry," Grant said, already buttoned and zipped.

  I let out a weird laugh, shaking my head as I rewound the footage on my computer. "Maybe it didn't… oh no, it absolutely got you."

  Grant groaned, falling back into the chair. "Do you think people will be mad?"

  "I seriously doubt anyone is going to be pissed about getting to see your sexy ass get off, Grant. That was fucking hot as hell." I groaned as I watched the replay, my body starting to warm all over again. "Fuck, I think I could go again just watching that."

  He huffed out a little laugh. "But what about your viewers?"

  I raised an eyebrow at him, but pulled up the feed anyway, wanting him to see what I knew. I turned the screen and showed him the conversation that was still taking place. "Everyone else loved it too, but you realize that means everyone saw you, right? They didn't see your face, but they definitely saw your… lower body."

  He blinked at the screen, looking surprised at all the people who were going crazy over the sexy alpha with the sexy ass and gorgeous dick, and then he shrugged, giving me a small smile. "I don't really care about that. I just don't want you to lose viewers because of it."

  "Yeah, I don't think that is going to happen."

  ***

  There was, surprisingly, not a ton of crossover between the people who watched my actual scenes, and the people who watched my vlog. A few people had brought up my scenes in the feed of my vlog, but mostly the ones that watched me perform were just watching to get off, while the people who watched my vlog liked to hear about the rest of my life, and how I balanced the two, which up until today, had actually been very, very poorly.

  "So, it turns out he already knew what I do for a living. He was even kinda a fan." I said to my audience, glancing up to watch Grant settle into the chair just out of the shot.

  I wanted to invite him to join me, more than proud that he was here with me, but I wasn't sure if he was feeling like he'd had enough camera time for the day, so I didn't want to push him.

  "Not just kinda," he said, surprising me. "I've been pretty obsessed."

  I sighed, smiling. His voice was so deep, and he sounded so damn happy. I didn't know what could possibly make him so happy about having a camboy as a boyfriend, but I wasn't going to argue about it.

  "Did I mention he's here?" I asked the viewers, not succeeding in keeping the squee out of my voice. "And I'm going to go visit his family with him this…" I trailed off, blinking up at him again from where I sat on the floor between the coffee table and the couch. "Wait, you still want me to go, don't you?"

  "Of course. Why wouldn't I?" He stood, moving over to sit on the couch next to my shoulder, reaching up to run his fingers through my hair.

  "Because we're dating now. You were taking me as a friend before."

  He blinked at me for a moment, before laughing and shaking his head. "Actually, I watched your vlog and was trying to work up to asking you out."

  My chest did that happy expand thing, and I smiled, a small laugh slipping from my throat, and he smiled back before leaning down to press a kiss to my upturned mouth.

  I turned back to the camera, watching all the aws and he's so fucking hots pop up on the screen. "So, I'm going to meet his family. They all know about me, and what I do for a living. I'm absolutely terrified that they are going to hate me, because of my job, but Grant seems to think it's going to be okay. Wish me luck."

  ***

  Grant's eyes cut to me. "What are you doing?"

  Stuffing my face with everything within grabbing distance, to keep myself from rambling on like an idiot.

  "What do you mean?" I asked around the second roll I'd just shoved in my mouth… along with the one I already had in there, so it came out sounding a lot like, whawoowoowee.

  He blinked, raising an eyebrow, and I swallowed just enough to make room for another roll, but Grant smacked it out of my hand before I managed to get it stuffed in there. "You're not acting like yourself."

  "Yes, I am."

  "No. You're being really quiet, and you're going to be hurting if you eat anything else."

  "I'm always quiet," I said, and barely got the sentence out, before that eyebrow was raising again. I huffed, leaning away from him to grab another roll, and almost had the thing in my mouth before he reached out with his fucking King Kong arms and grabbed my wrist, prying the thing away from me.

  "I just don't want to ramble something embarrassing," I whined, when it was clear I didn't have nearly enough strength to win the stupidest arm-wrestling match ever. "Or like, accidentally call Hinton a whore." I gasped when Hinton leaned around Grant, a smirk tilting up one side of his mouth. "Oh my God." I smacked myself in the forehead, before leaning closer. "I'm so sorry. I swear I'm better at talking when I'm not nervous, and I actually know you're not a prostitute… though, obviously, I'd be fine with it if you were."

  Hinton giggled, his eyes twinkling as he brought a finger up to his lips. "Sh. Don't tell Wagoner I'm not a hooker. I like that he isn't quite sure if I am or not Why are you nervous?"

  "I just want everyone to like me."

  "Everyone already does," he said brightly, just as Grant hugged me hard from the side, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

  "Are you sure?" I asked anyway, biting my lip.

  "Well," Mark Foster said, hi
s head suddenly just appearing next to mine. "All we really know about you right now is that you masturbate for money, you could very well have some kind of eating disorder, and it looks like you're trying to hold in a fart… or a butt plug, but if you loosened up a little, I bet we'd all like you well enough."

  "You'd probably feel a little better too," Hinton said, smiling sweetly.

  "You know I don't actually have to fart, right?" I asked to make sure. I'd only been here about twenty minutes, but I could already tell this was the type of group you had to be very clear with.

  "Okay," he said winking.

  Why's he winking?

  "You're late," Mark yelled next to my head, making me gasp and nearly choke to death on the roll I still hadn't managed to get fully chewed and swallowed.

  "I know," a very handsome, but serious man grumbled, as he plopped into a chair across the table from us.

  Mark paused, narrowing his eyes on the man before standing. "You're never late."

  "Well, I am today, Da."

  "Ooo. You're in a bad mood too," Wagoner said, reaching over and poking him in the side of the face. "This is new, Cashin."

  Cashin swiped at Wagoner's hand, making the man snatch it back, cackling. "I'm not in a bad mood."

  "Maybe he's trying to hold in a fart," Hinton suggested.

  "I fawt," Riley's nephew, Casey, yelled… before pushing out an actual fart, that had all the kids laughing along with Wagoner.

  "Bess you," Ricki said sweetly, reaching over to pat his best friend's back, and I laughed.

  "See," Wagoner said, smiling brightly. "Just let it rip Cashin… and Bates."

  "I don't need to fart," Cashin snapped, glaring over at his brother.

  I raised my hand. "Me neither, actually."

  "Awden fawt," Casey informed us, pointing over at one of the two younger boys, just as Arden used his mouth to make a very fart-like sound.

  "Yes, Arden farts a lot," Jennings said dryly, elbowing Wagoner when he laughed at the kid.