Scott opened his eyes to find Thomas smiling, not at him, but at the camera, where he watched the footage back. Cum ran down Scott’s side, and without taking his eyes off the screen, Thomas tossed Scott a wet washcloth to clean his chest. The cum was thick and had shot up to the hollow of Scott’s throat. He thought he might burn with embarrassment at Thomas seeing him like that. Scott himself didn’t even know what he looked likewith his eyes shut, but the pleased smirk on Thomas’s face was the best kind of reassurance.
Scott, needing Thomas to praise him one last time, still asked him, though.
“Does it…look okay?” Scott asked.
“Yes, more than okay.” Thomas looked at him then. His smile remained intact. He winked. “Now we’re making porn, baby.”
Scott flung his arm over his eyes and laughed. Thomas laughed with him. Then it was a comfortable silence where Scott caught his breath and Thomas went over the footage again and again.
“How long do you need?” Thomas asked.
“For what?”
“Until you can go again?”
Scott removed his arm from his face. “I thought you said it was good.”
“Variety is the spice of life,” Thomas replied. “I want at least four takes like that.”
“Four!”
Thomas nodded. “Then I cut them all together, upload the best bits from each. Quality not quantity, remember?”
He put the camera back on the tripod, then switched on the fan he had positioned on the desk. It blew hot air over Scott’s skin.
“We need to get rid of those goosebumps, and we need a fresh start with those nipples. Put your palms over them.”
Scott slapped his hands to his chest.
“It’s the build-up that had you leaking like a tap; as long as we can recreate that, we’re good to go.”
Scott was pretty sure it wasn’t just thebuild-upthat made him aroused. It was Thomas talking him through it in a lowvoice. Thomas telling him when he’d done something right. Thomas’s proud smile at the end when he’d checked the footage.
He had unlocked an unknown praise kink in Scott.
While Thomas fiddled about with the cameras, Scott sat up, stared down at his cock and raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
Chapter eleven
ThenextmorningwasSaturday, one of Scott’s elected days off from his newjob. Thomas, however, had decided he would be working on his laptop, cutting and stitching the footage they’d filmed together into a ‘masterpiece of pornography’. He wanted to work in peace and had vanished into his private room – the one Scott wasn’t allowed to enter.
Scott briefly stopped outside it and pressed his ear to the door beneath the KEEP OUT sign. He swore he heard Thomas laughing to himself. Which wasn’t a good sign when he was watching footage of Scott masturbating.
Scott hurried away with a blush scorching his cheeks.
Not knowing what to do, Scott retrieved the net Tim had given him and strolled the gardens again, even venturing as far as the wildlife pond, but he didn’t see a swan with a bionic beak. There was evidence of one, like the white feather Scott had found and tucked behind his ear, but he decided not to walk around the pond in case he got attacked.
He needed his hands in working order and couldn’t afford for his arm to be broken.
Scott made his way back to the house, swishing the net through the air like it was a sword because, apparently, when he was bored, his mind resorted to childish things to occupy itself.
A white van was parked up outside, and Scott slowed, eyeing it with suspicion. The back doors were open. Scott swung the net in his hand, aiming the pointy end at the van like a spear. He’d fight for his life if Warren tried to throw him in the back.
The doors slammed shut, and a woman huffed and puffed as she hugged a vacuum cleaner to her chest. She swayed, began to topple, and Scott dropped his net to rush forward and help.
He steadied her before she fell to the ground and took the vacuum cleaner. When he stood it on the ground, it was almost taller than the woman who smiled up at him.
“You must be Scott,” she said.
