“But I feel a little less crazy when I’m with you.”
My heart expands in my chest, filling with something achingly sweet.
“I know we just met and I don’t really know you, but you’re not like anyone else I’ve ever met. You’re the one bright spot in my life right now.”
Oh, this poor man. I’m definitely not the only bright spot—he has so many friends who care so much about him. Including Sebastian, who nearly chewed me out a minute ago, demanding to know what was wrong with Hayden.
“I want to do this. For you, but also for me. I need to do this for me,” he says, his gaze dropping to the floor. The desperation in his voice is so clear it nearly chokes me up.
I don’t know the specifics of what he’s going through, but one thing is obvious. He needs to do this video to prove to himself that he can. In which case, I’m going to help him make the hottest fucking video these camboys have ever seen.
I nod. “Okay, then let’s do this.”
His gaze snaps up to me in surprise, like he was expecting me to put up more of a fight. But come on, sweet, adorable, gorgeous Greek deity Hayden Summers is practically begging to fuck me—I’d be a fool to say no.
I give Hayden a minute to get changed, then we head out to the kitchen where we’re filming the scene. A couple big light boxes are perched on top of tripods and cameras are set up around the room. Sebastian is standing next to Christian, his arms crossed over his chest.
“We’re canceling, right? Or at least rescheduling?”
I cast a quick glance at Hayden, who looks uncertain and yet determined at the same time. “No, I think we’re going ahead.”
Sebastian zeros in on Hayden. “Hayden?”
He straightens to his full height, shoulders back, head high. There’s a little tremor in his voice when he speaks, but his resolve is unmistakable. “We’re going ahead.”
Sebastian hesitates, looking back and forth between us like he’s waiting for us to crack. But then Christian bumps him with his elbow and Sebastian sighs. “Okay, fine, but at the first sign that something’s wrong…” His threat hangs in the air, but we all understand what he means.
Sebastian quickly runs through the plan for the scene and reviews the hard and soft limits we’d previously discussed. Then he comes around the large island separating the kitchen space from the dining area. “Santino, you’re standing here. Hayden over there.”
Christian takes our bathrobes, then goes around to double-check the camera settings.
“Everyone ready?” Sebastian asks one last time. “Cameras are rolling. And… action.”
I lean back against the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but boxer briefs, cradling a mug of cold prop coffee in my hands. It suddenly hits me that I’m shooting my first porn video. With the whole thing with Hayden, I’d kind of forgotten what exactly we’d come here to do. Butterflies flutter to life in my stomach and my heart picks up speed.
The sound of footsteps, bare feet padding on the tiled floor, announces Hayden a second before he appears. He’s got one towel wrapped low around his hips, showing off the two deep V lines on his stomach, and another towel slung around his neck.
I watch, breathless, as he approaches. He really is so fucking hot. Even knowing he’s not in the best place mentally, I can’t help ogling his chiseled muscles and mop of blond hair. The lights are set up to make his green eyes sparkle and he seriously looks like he’s just stepped off Mount Olympus.
“Morning,” he rumbles, tossing me a lazy, languid smile. It’s a miracle I’m not a puddle on the floor.
“Morning,” I croak back.
He comes right up to me and for a split second, I think he’s going to grab me and kiss me. But then I remember the script.
“Excuse me,” he murmurs, just loud enough for the mic on Sebastian’s camera to pick up. He starts reaching behind me for the coffee pot before I have a chance to move out of his way.
“Sure,” I say, a beat too slow. And when I shift sideways, our naked torsos brush against each other. I shudder as goosebumps explode across my skin. I’m not acting. I wouldn’t even know how to fake goosebumps. My reaction to Hayden is one thousand percent genuine.
My dick fills, tenting the front of my underwear. I reach down to adjust it, not bothering to hide the motion.
Hayden notices—like he’s supposed to—and gives me the filthiest look I’ve ever seen over the rim of his mug. If I weren’t already naked, my clothes would have melted from the heat.
I have to clear my throat before I can speak. “Sorry, morning wood.”
“Mmhmm.” He lowers his mug to reveal a smirk that’s worthy of Noel. “Must be hard.”
I choke on the sip of coffee I was taking, spraying the liquid clear across the kitchen, getting some on Hayden too.
