Cam Boy

by Quinn Anderson

  “Twelve minutes, and what can I say? I’m decisive.”

  Mike was still half in shock, but it occurred to him that this didn’t bode well. If Josh hadn’t needed long to think, that might mean he was so furious, he couldn’t even consider forgiving Mike.

  There was no sense in delaying. Mike braced for impact. “What did you decide?”

  Josh chewed on his lip. It would have distracted Mike under normal circumstances, but now he wished he’d spit it out already.

  “I want to go on our date.”

  Mike took a quick breath. “You do? You mean it?”

  “Yeah. I think it’s something that we need to do. Though make no mistake, Mike Harwood.” He stuck up a single finger. “You get one more chance. One. Think of this date as a test. If it doesn’t go well—if you don’t prove to me that you’re sincere—it’s over.”

  That should have scared Mike, but he was too busy being relieved. “What made you decide to give me another shot?”

  Josh shrugged. “I like you. After everything we’ve been through, it seemed like a shame to give up on this. Before, when I called off the date, I felt . . . sick. Like, nauseated. It made me realize how much I’d been looking forward to it.”

  Mike smiled. “I know what you mean.”

  “It’s funny, I know I should be angrier, but the lie you told, it was such a you thing to do.”

  “What do you mean? I swear that’s the only time I’ve ever lied to you.”

  “I believe you. I mean the fact that you were watching out for me.” Josh flicked a hand at his computer. “Helping me get my channel off the ground. Giving me all that advice about how to stay safe and get clients to book shows. You’ve been doing this from the start. Teaching me. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a big ol’ mama bear inside.”

  Mike grinned. “Nah, I’m just a know-it-all. I wanted to impart my wisdom.”

  “And I understand that part of what you did. The bit that still weirds me out is all those conversations we had about you while you were Martin.”

  Mike flinched. “Yeah, that wasn’t the best move I’ve ever made. I tried not to influence your decisions. When you asked Martin whether or not you should go out with me, I didn’t say either way.”

  “I remember that, but you also used Martin to find out how I felt about our date, and that is creepy. You could have asked me yourself.”

  There was no denying it. “You’re right. I’m so sorry. I got carried away. Hearing you say such nice things about me made me realize how wrong that was. But if I can beg you to believe me, what you said before was true. I would never hurt you on purpose.”

  Josh looked away and rubbed his chin. His expression was unreadable. Mike overanalyzed every micro twitch of his facial muscles.

  After an eternity, Josh nodded. “All right, you convinced me that I made the right decision. You’re still on probation, but we’re definitely going to have that date. Oh, and Mike?” Josh winked. “That sappy speech you just gave was priceless.”

  Mike glared at him. “Brat.”

  “You know it.”

  “All joking aside, I’m thrilled you decided to give me another chance. You won’t regret it.”

  “See that I don’t.” Josh stuck out his tongue. “Although, to be honest, if the roles were reversed, I dunno that I would have acted any different.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Josh shrugged. “It’s natural to be curious. If I’d had an anonymous way to find out what you really thought of me when we met—or anytime after that—I would have jumped on that so fast. And I did enjoy the big reveal. I’m a sucker for drama. Not that this means you’re off the hook or anything, but I do think I understand.”

  “Well, I swear I’ll never do anything like that again. I’m gonna make it up to you.”

  “Are you?” Josh’s expression grew mischievous. “How?”

  “Name it.”

  Mike might have imagined it—Josh’s cam didn’t have the best quality—but he thought he spotted some color in Josh’s cheeks. “Before, when you were Martin, I always wondered why you never asked me to do anything sexy.”

  Mike shook his head. “You couldn’t consent. You thought you were performing for Martin, not for me. I would never have crossed that line.”

  “Yeah, and I think you made the right decision, but it’s also . . . kind of a shame.” Josh glanced down, like he was too embarrassed to make eye contact. “Last night, I learned what a gift you have for dirty talk. We could have been enjoying that this whole time.”

  Mike had a suspicion he knew where this conversation was going, and his cock was already taking a pronounced interest. “You bring it out in me. Everything I said, all the fantasies I talked about, were true. Ever since I met you, I can’t seem to get enough.”

  Josh looked up again. His eyes were dark with desire. “Well, we’re here now, and you did book this private show. We have to fill the time somehow.”

  Mike’s body made what it wanted very clear to him, but he had to ask, “Are you sure this is what you want? You haven’t forgiven me yet.”

  “If there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that I always want you. I haven’t stopped thinking about last night. All those things you said to me, describing how you wanted to fuck me, and watching you touch yourself . . .” Josh shivered. “I think that was some of the best sex I’ve ever had, and it was technically masturbation. I can only imagine what it’ll be like when we can fuck for real, and I imagine it a lot.”

  The last of Mike’s reservations crumbled away. “Liked that, huh? Hearing me talk about how badly I want to fuck you? All the ways I’d do it?”

  Josh nodded, shifting on the bed. Mike was positive his pants were getting tight. “That was so hot. I can’t believe how hard I came. If you really want to make it up to me, I wouldn’t mind another orgasm like that.”

  “It’d be my pleasure. How do you want to do this?”

  Josh’s eyes blazed like green fire. “When I’m being Bret Monty, guys tell me to do all sorts of things to myself, and I have to pretend to be into it.” He reached for his pants and undid the button, slid the zipper down. They didn’t come off, though. He gave Mike a little peek at the blue boxers he had on underneath. And the impressive erection straining against the fabric. “But in your case, I think I’d really enjoy being told what to do.”

  That pushed every single button Mike had all at once. His hand moved to his groin, and when it brushed his cock through his jeans, the pleasure that jolted through him from that indirect contact was so intense, he hissed. He couldn’t believe how turned on he was.

  “Would you like that, Mike?” Josh’s smile was a sinful mixture of coy and cocky. “Watching me touch myself in all the ways you want to but can’t?”

  “Tease. If I were with you right now, I’d kiss that smug look off your face.” Mike took a deep, shuddering breath and unbuttoned his jeans. “We still have two days left on our sentence. I suppose this’ll have to do for now.”

  “You say that like you’re not loving this.” Josh pushed the flap of his pants open and fingered his boxers. “Like you’re not every bit as hard as I am.”

  Mike salivated but teased him back. “Maybe I’m not.”

  “Oh?” Josh’s eyes tracked down to where the camera cut off his view of Mike’s lower half. “Prove it.”

  Mike scooted his chair back, which brought his hips and the tops of his thighs into the frame. He watched the screen that showed his feed as he arranged himself: legs spread, one hand resting casually next to his groin. “Is that good?”

  “Almost. Looks like you’ve got something in your pants there. Why don’t you unzip them and show me?”

  The zipper slid down easily, helped along by the pressure from his erection. As soon as it was down, his cock sprang up, tenting his underwear. Josh’s eyes locked on to it. His expression was so wanting, so downright hungry, it made Mike’s breath catch.

  “If you’re satisfied, I’d lik
e to make a couple of requests of my own.”

  Josh dragged his eyes back up to Mike’s face in a reluctant way. “Please do.”

  “Get on your feet and strip. Slowly. Turn the camera around so I can watch.”

  Josh almost fell over himself in his haste to comply, and that was mega hot. There was a blurry moment as the laptop swiveled, but then it stopped on a view of a small, cluttered bedroom. Mike took in details in an instant: worn paperbacks on the dresser, the same posters on the walls that he’d noticed before, and a pile of laundry with, bewilderingly enough, what looked like the shredded remains of the pants Josh had been wearing last night.

  Mike was more interested in the man standing in the room, however. He was visible from head to mid-calf. His long fingers were toying with the hem of his shirt, giving Mike little peeks at his stomach.

  “You want me to take this off?” A smile curved Josh’s mouth.

  “Oh yeah.” Mike had told him to strip slowly, but now he kinda wished he hadn’t.

  Josh slid his shirt up to the bottom of his rib cage. “Like what you see?”

  “Very nice.” Mike leaned closer. “Did you start working out?”

  “How kind of you to notice.” He flexed, and his stomach—which had been toned before but not exactly ripped—divided into a faint six-pack.

  “You’ve got abs now. Very nice.”

  “You like?”

  “I do, but honestly your whole tall, leggy look does it for me any way you want to serve it up. Always has. Did Colette tell you she showed me a photo of you before your audition?”

  “She didn’t. I had no idea.”

  “I wasn’t going to perform with you, but when I saw your photo . . . I knew I had to have you.”

  Mike wondered, not for the first time, if Josh had a bit of a praise kink, because the compliments seemed to charge him up. He dropped the hem only to reach behind him and pull the shirt off his back. He tossed it aside with the ease of a professional stripper.

  Mike whistled. “That was some Magic Mike shit right there.”

  “Maybe I missed my calling.” Josh hooked his thumbs through his belt loops. “What now?”

  “Pants off. And I’m thrilled you decided to wear skinny jeans. I want to watch you work them down those thighs of yours.”

  Josh’s pants were already unzipped, so he slipped his thumbs between them and his underwear and pushed them down one tantalizing inch at a time. He made a relieved sound when his cock was freed that Mike could listen to all day.

  “Better?” Mike asked.

  “You have no idea. I’m so hard, it ached.” He paused to run a hand over his clothed erection.

  He stopped when Mike made a dissenting noise. “No touching yet. Pants off first.”

  Josh did indeed have to work them down his thighs. Mike loved every second of watching it. When they reached his ankles, Josh pulled them off and threw them aside. “What now?”

  “Underwear.”

  Josh pouted. “So, I’ll be totally naked, and you’ll still be dressed?”

  “Good point. That doesn’t seem fair, does it?” Mike peeled his shirt off and tossed it over his shoulder. Showing off, he flexed his stomach and ran a hand down the sharp cut of his abs. “Now we’re even.”

  “Much better.” Josh slipped his underwear down. His cock bobbed up when it was free and stood straight out from his body. He let his boxers fall to his feet and swept them to the side with his toes.

  Mike made an appreciative sound. “Turn around.”

  Josh did, moving without a hint of tension, like there wasn’t an uncomfortable bone in his body. When his back was to Mike, he folded his arms behind his head. It might have been to get them out of the way, but it emphasized the curve of his broad shoulders as they sloped into his narrow waist.

  “Fuck,” Mike said under his breath. Josh had clearly learned how to make himself look good on camera, which wasn’t hard, considering he had a great canvas to work with. Louder, Mike said, “You’re beautiful.”

  “Gonna compliment me all day?” Josh glanced over his shoulder. “Or can we get this show on the road?”

  Mike smirked. “I bet I could make you come by complimenting you.”

  Josh flushed. “After last night, I believe it.”

  “Come back to the bed. Sit against the headboard, and put the laptop between your legs.”

  “Like this?” Josh got into the position Mike had described, angling the camera and slumping so he fit in the screen. Mike had the most delicious, obscene view between his legs.

  “Yeah, that’s perfect.” Mike lifted his hips and started to push his pants down.

  “Wait.” Josh bit his lip. “Push ’em down just enough, yeah? To get your cock out, but otherwise keep everything on.”

  Desire pulsed between Mike’s legs. “You have a clothed-sex kink?”

  Josh nodded. “No idea why.”

  “I can imagine.” Mike lowered his voice to a deep rumble. “People don’t take their clothes off all the way when they’re dying to fuck. They pull down or lift up the bare minimum so they can get to it. It’s frantic and messy and hot.”

  Josh made a soft noise. “Sounds about right.”

  “I’ve done that to you before, in my head. The other day, I was looking at my dining room table, and suddenly all I could picture was bending you over it, fumbling between us to shove our clothes out of the way, and fucking you. I swear, I could hear you moaning and picture your hands slipping as you tried to brace yourself.”

  “Shit, that’s good.” Josh’s hand started to reach for his cock, but he paused. “Can I touch myself now?”

  “You remembered. Good boy. But not just yet, I’m afraid.” Mike pulled his pants and underwear down enough to free his cock, like Josh had asked. “If I were there right now, no way I would have taken the time to have you do that striptease. I would have had you on the bed, ass up in seconds. I doubt I would have done more than get my cock out before I absolutely had to fuck you.”

  “Oh fuck.” Even through the webcam, Mike could see pre-come leaking from the tip of Josh’s cock. “That’s . . . fuck, so good.” Josh’s cock was straining against nothing, begging for contact. “Please let me touch myself. I’m so hard.”

  “Since you asked nicely. Start at the head. Make a loose fist and go slow. I don’t want you coming too soon.”

  Josh fisted the head of his dick, but when he stroked himself, his pace was fast. Mike growled at him. Josh whimpered but slowed his movements.

  “That’s right, baby. Exactly like that. Enough to keep you gagging for it but not enough to make you come.”

  “Jerk.” Josh let his head fall back, and it hit the headboard with a soft thud. “I can’t believe you called me a tease earlier. You’re the tease.”

  “Oh baby, you haven’t seen anything yet. One of these days, I’ll lay you out and spend hours fucking you open with my fingers. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, feel you tremble and moan from the inside. You’ll beg me to fuck you, but I won’t until you’re almost sobbing with need. And even then, I’ll draw it out. Long, deep thrusts that feel so good but leave you wanting more. By the time I’m finished, you’ll come like you never have before.”

  Josh’s cock spilled so much pre-come, Mike thought he’d orgasmed, but he didn’t stop touching himself. “Holy shit, Mike. I want that. I want you.” His hand sped up, seemingly against his will. “Sorry. I need—”

  “It’s okay. Keep going. Tight and fast.” Mike spit on his palm and started touching himself too, but slower. If he went as fast as Josh, he’d come in no time. He didn’t think he’d ever been this turned on from doing so little. “That’s good, Josh. So good.”

  Josh lifted his head, opening one eye to look at Mike. Mike gave his dick a long stroke and spread his legs until he couldn’t any more.

  Josh moaned. “Perfect. Stay like that.”

  “Tell me how it feels.”

  “Amazing.” Josh shuddered. “So much better tha
n jerking off in the shower or whatever. Last night, I thought it was because of what you said, but now I know it’s you.”

  “What’s me?”

  Josh’s eyes were lidded, but he made an effort to look at Mike. “Sex is so much more intense with you. You turn me on so much, I can’t think. It’s like drowning, but wanting to drown.”

  Fuck. Mike was suddenly right on the edge. With extreme force of will, he pulled his hand off his dick, fearing it might be too late. He felt one mini pulse, but it seemed he’d stopped in time. His orgasm hovered over him, or maybe it was buried under his skin. He couldn’t tell. The precipice was back, and he was dangling over it.

  Josh’s mouth had gone slack. “Do you feel it too, Mike?”

  Mike’s voice was nothing more than a rasp. “I feel it.”

  “Gonna come. Are you close?”

  “I’m there. I wanna watch you come. Would you like that?”

  Josh nodded, mouth forming the word yes as if he lacked the strength to speak.

  “Do one last thing for me, baby. Take your other hand and slide it down to your hole. Touch yourself there and think about me fucking you.”

  Josh sobbed. “I can’t. It’s too much. Want you so bad. I—” He mewled and arched his back, hand working his cock furiously. “Can’t wait any longer.”

  “Almost there, baby. You’re doing so good.” Mike wasn’t going to push Josh to finger himself, but to Mike’s surprise, Josh’s free hand slid down a second later, past his balls, down his perineum, where a single finger found his hole. Mike let out a low moan. “Fuck yes. Touch yourself right there. Can’t wait to put my cock there.”

  Josh barely swiped his hole before he moaned, loud and broken. “Ah, oh God, Mike!” He dissolved into orgasm. It was stunning to watch. His body went rigid, and his eyes clenched shut. He pumped his cock a few more times before his hand stilled. Undoubtedly, the stimulation had reached critical levels. There wasn’t much come—surprising, after all that pre-come—but a glob slid down the underside of his cock beautifully.

  Mike took himself in hand again and managed to stroke himself half a dozen times before he toppled into pleasure so intense, it blacked out the world around him. Shockwaves ripped through him; he couldn’t tell if he was shouting or was silent. All he knew was that when he returned to his body, his hand was a mess, and so were his pants. Good thing he kept tissues on his desk.