“Then just breathe, Jase. It’s natural and we need to do it to live. Holding your breath isn’t living. Breathe, be happy, be in love.”
“Love?” Wait, no. Why did she have to drop the L word. It’s way too early for that. Not that I would know, I’ve never been in love. Surely there’s some sort of fanfare about these things.
“I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Even when he’s talking to someone else, when you’re in the room, it’s like he’s aware of where you are. Checking in with you, like a touchstone. And when he does focus on you, it’s with an intensity that makes it feel like no one else exists.”
“That’s not love, that’s his eyes. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but they’re like this golden colour, sometimes soft like honey. Sometimes they’re almost catlike, golden flecked, predatory and feral, and then at other times they shine iridescently like a gift from the gods . . .” I stop when I see her smirking like she’s just been proved right. “Whatever,” I mumble. She’s wrong. I adore Kai, I can’t get enough of him. He’s sweet but strong, sexy and smart, and his beauty leaves me breathless. But love? That seems big, too much. And the bigger it is, the further the drop when I fall. I take a deep breath trying to stave off the heaviness in my chest. Kim puts her arm round me and gives me a hug.
“Hey, take it one day at a time and just breathe.”
“What does that look like?”Kai places a throw over one end of the chesterfield sofa.
“It looks good. But it also looked great in the last three places you tried it.” I know I’m not being helpful, but I can’t see a difference, or why it matters. Kai stands and looks at it for a minute, his head on one side as if a different angle helps, before picking it up and draping it over the back, which was where it started. We’re setting up where we’re going to film the video for the mystery benefactor. Or rather I’m lugging the furniture into place and Kai is adding what he needs to it. His attention to detail is incredible, and most of the time he’s explained why he’s placed a cushion or a flower display in a certain place. I try not to glance at the three cameras he has set up to video. I’ve never done anything like this before and my stomach roils at the thought. We’ve talked about it, even done a dummy run of what we’ll do, but having the cameras on, that’s a whole different game.
“Why do we need three?” I ask as he starts positioning the cameras.
“So we don’t end up with ten minutes of nothing but your arse moving because you’ve stepped in front of the camera and that’s all we can see. We don’t have a camera crew, so like this we can shoot from different angles, and not only are we more likely to not block the shot, we can edit it and show different angles, making it more film-like.”
He directs me to the place where we’ll end up, with him splayed across the chesterfield and me behind him. I get into position,mimicking the action of thrusting into him, which even the thought of is making me hard. I adjust myself so the seam of my jeans isn’t digging into my semi. He moves the camera slightly and I catch his smirk.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I stop moving and straighten up. He gives me a grin that tells me he is, very much. I can’t deny him that, despite my nerves about appearing in the video. I’ll do it for him and the hall.
“I think we’re ready,” he declares, giving the set a final look over. I stand next to him. I have to admit it does look good. The client’s request was for a drawing room in a stately home. We’re using one of the rooms in what is apparently called the Royal Suite on the first floor. It’s Sunday afternoon and there’s no one else around. Only Martha and Bob work on the weekends, but they’ve gone to visit Bob’s brother and won’t be back until tomorrow. We have the whole hall to ourselves.
“Have you ever considered being on this side of the camera instead of acting?”
“Not really. I’ve never had the chance to.” He shrugs. “Though I admit I have enjoyed this, and also creating the scenes for my videos.”
“Some of those are beautiful.” My mind flicks back to when I’ve watched his camboy account and the way it was far more theatrical than just a guy on a bed. It made the videos more erotic. Just the thought of them makes the semi I’m sporting turn fully hard. It’s no wonder he’s so popular. An idea strikes me.
“Why don’t you set up your own company, doing this?”
“Making porn? I already have a camboy account.” He frowns at me.
“Not for you, for other people. Let them come and shoot their own videos. You have an amazing house, you could have a few rooms designed as different sets. With the success ofBridgerton, can you imagine the couples who’d queue up to come and shoot their own bodice ripping videos?”
He looks between me and the set for a few seconds as the idea sinks in.
“That’s fucking genius.” He laughs. “Let’s see how this goes first, but it could be a good way to make the hall sustainable. Have I told you how awesome you are recently?” He steps close and kisses me. I catch him in my arms, deepening the kiss, tasting his lips and exploring with my tongue.
“We should go and get ready,” he whispers, pulling away gently.
“Yes, we should, but if you think I’m going to be able to last ten minutes in this video, we’re going to have to do something about this first.” I put his hand on the rock-hard bulge in my jeans. The throaty chuckle he gives just adds to the fire, and I drag him off to the bathroom. He turns on the water while I strip off and step into the steam. He undresses quickly and joins me, and as he wraps his arms around my neck I crush him to me, our dicks sliding together as I kiss his lips, his jaw, his neck, and his shoulders. Then I reach for the shower gel and start washing him. He takes some lather too and washes across my chest, down my belly, and strokes my cock. I hiss with pleasure.
“Turn around.” It comes out as a growl and he obeys, leaning against the tiles as I wash his back, over his arse cheeks, and run my hand down his crease. As I slip a finger into his hole he letsout a small moan. I love the sound, and I lean down, kissing the back of his shoulder as he thrusts back onto my finger, wanting more. I work him open, prepping him for later. I’d love to fuck him now. I could. We decided no condoms for the video, so I made sure I got an up-to-date test. So did he, and they both came back negative. But I want to wait. Instead, I grab my cock and line the head up with his hole, and feeling the tight pressure of his pucker gripping the tip, I use my hand instead. It doesn’t take long before my balls tighten and I know I’m going to come. I pull back slightly and paint his arse with my cum, then I pull him close, his back is plastered to my chest as the water runs over us. He leans back against me and pulls my hand to his hard cock. I get the message. I reach for more shower gel and lather up, stroking his dick, slowly at first until he twists his head back to look up at me and begs me to go faster. I kiss him as I start to speed up, feeling him tense against me as he thrusts his hips, fucking into my hand. He fits so well against me, everything about him is perfect, and I lose myself in his pleasure. He jerks a final time, his release running down over my hand. As I slowly break the kiss and his eyes find mine, the smile he gives me nearly bursts my heart, and I have to catch my breath as it feels like there’s no room to breathe.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his look turning to one of concern.
“Of course,” I say and kiss his nose lightly. “Let’s clean up properly and get ready.” I turn away, feeling exposed and not wanting him to see me. I don’t know what that was, but my heart’s beating like a jackhammer. I take one breath at a time like Kim told me, needing time to recover.
“Are you sure about this?”
“You look great,” Kai replies, and I look down at the ripped jeans and sleeveless tee I’m wearing. One where the arm holes are almost slashed to the waist and my ribs are on show. I guess this is what people wear when they work out. I do as much in the gym as I need to for football training, but I don’t lift weights or work out seriously. I’m pretty fit, though, so I guess it doesn’t look too bad. Kai on the other hand looks fucking gorgeous, dressed in a smart suit, looking every inch the lord he is. I pull on the mask, which I’m wearing for the video, and crown it with a ball cap. Kai laughs and spins it round on my head so it’s backwards.
“There, now you look like a proper himbo.” I try not to grimace. I’m about as ready as I’ll ever be to make this video. At least there’s no talking, just me dressed as a himbo, seducing the lord. With Kai as the lord, that part will be easy.
“I think we did well,”Kai says, wrapping a robe around himself and switching off each of the cameras. “Tomorrow I’ll look at the footage and start editing.”
“I hope I don’t look as wooden as I felt,” I say, picking up my robe and covering myself. It’s been an intense half hour. Not as easy as I thought it would be. I found I didn’t mind the cameras being on, but I was conscious of where they were and trying to make everything appear natural.
