He was hard, or getting there, and he had no way to hide it.
"Diana." I waved her down. "Can we take five?"
She lowered the camera. "Sure. Let's reset for the water shots."
Red was out of the surf before she finished speaking. He grabbed his robe and wrapped it around himself, arms crossed tight over his chest, and headed for the tent without looking at anyone.
I followed.
The tent was dim after the brightness of the beach. Red was standing behind the partition, his back to me, the robe clutched around his shoulders. His breathing came hard and uneven.
"Go away," he said without turning around.
"It's me."
His shoulders dropped an inch. "Joel, I can't—" He sighed. "I need a minute."
"You need more than a minute." I moved closer, not touching him yet. "You didn't tape."
He turned his head just enough to show me his profile. "I didn't know I was supposed to."
"Your agent should have told you."
"Well, he didn't," he grumbled. "And now I'm—" He gestured vaguely at the obvious problem the robe was barely hiding. "I can't go back out there like this."
I reached into my bag and found the roll of tape. Then I looked at him and made a different calculation.
"That's not going to go away on its own."
Red laughed. "I'm aware."
"Even if I tape you down, you'll be fighting it the whole shoot. You'll be distracted. You'll be obvious." I stepped closer, into his space, close enough to smell the salt on his skin. "There's a faster solution."
His breath caught. "Joel, we can't—there are people right outside—"
"Then you'll have to be quiet." I put my hand on his chest and pushed him back, guiding him deeper behind the partition, into the shadows where the canvas blocked any view from outside. "Can you do that?"
Red's back hit the support pole. His eyes were wide, his chest heaving under my palm.
"Someone could come in."
"They won't. I told Diana I'd handle it." My hand slid down his stomach, over the taut muscle, down to the waistband of those white briefs. "Let me handle it."
He should have said no, but his hips were already pressing forward into my touch.
I dropped to my knees.
The sand was gritty under my shins. I didn't care. I pulled the briefs down just enough to free him, and he was hard, flushed dark and leaking, and the sight sent heat straight through my chest. Mine. This was what I did to him.
I looked up at him and pressed two fingers against his lips.
"Open."
His mouth opened. My fingers slid inside, pressing down on his tongue, and his eyes went hazy. His lips closed around my knuckles and his cheeks hollowed as he sucked without being told.
"Good. Bite down if you have to. But stay quiet."
I put my lips around his cock and started working up and down the shaft.
