Hayden hits record on his camera.
Sebastian gives the signal for lights and music, then he calls out, “Action.”
I don’t know where to look.
On the balcony, Noel grabs Bellamy by the front of his shirt and yanks him forward like they’re about to get into a fist fight. At the booth, Angel sits back on the padded bench while Rhys gives him a lap dance. Sebastian climbs into Christian’s lap and they snuggle down together like there’s no one else in the entire club.
Colored lights flash and spin around the space. The music is a thumping, driving beat that reverberates through the air. My stomach flutters in excitement and anticipation.
The guys are all over each other, hands groping, bodies rubbing, mouths coming together in messy kisses. I mean, I’ve seen all their videos before, but it’s something else to see it happen live, in front of my face. The chemistry each couple has on screen is about a thousand times more potent in real life. To the point where it feels like the air is saturated with fucking pheromones or something.
I’m heating up, even though I haven’t done anything but sit here and watch. My groin tightens and my dick stirs in my pants.
Hayden is focused on Bellamy and Noel at the moment, getting a close-up shot of them kissing. Noel is shoving his tongue down Bellamy’s throat like he’s trying to choke him with it.
After a few minutes, Hayden switches over to Rhys and Angel. Rhys has one leg propped up on Angel’s shoulder, his legs spread in a standing split. His feet are clad in dangerous-looking heels and Angel’s rubbing his face against the shoe.
Sebastian and Christian are by far the most tame of the group. They’re just making out with sweet little kisses, hands gently petting each other over their clothes.
I can’t help wondering what Hayden and I would look like if we were out there together. If Hayden didn’t have to be behind the camera, what would we be doing? Kissing sweetly like Sebastian and Christian? Attacking each other like Bellamy and Noel? Rubbing up against each other like Rhys and Angel? Or would we do something completely different? Something that’s uniquely us?
Hayden’s pointing his camera at Sebastian and Christian, but he lifts his gaze to me like he can hear what I’m thinking. Even with the flashing lights of the club, I can tell there’s something heated in his eyes. Is he affected by what he’s seeing too? Is he wishing we were together in front of the camera rather than behind it?
I’m palming myself through my pants before I even realize my hand has moved. Hayden’s eyes narrow when he sees me, his gaze dropping to my crotch. I slouch down a little and spread my legs a bit wider. His throat works and my dick hardens against my palm.
Bellamy’s got Noel’s button-down shirt open and the two sides pushed apart. He licks at Noel like he’s a fucking popsicle stick while he flicks and twists the bar piercing through Noel’s nipple. Noel grips the top of the railing like he’s hanging on for dear life.
Rhys is straddling Angel’s lap now, back to chest. With his knees spread wide, his miniskirt is hiked up around his hips, revealing a lacy G-string. Angel drags a hand up Rhys’s inner thigh as Rhys squirms. When he reaches Rhys’s crotch and wraps his hand around Rhys’s bulge, Rhys arches up, his hips jutting forward into Angel’s touch.
Sebastian is also straddling Christian’s lap, but they’re facing each other, mouths glued together. Christian’s hands are on Sebastian’s ass, squeezing and kneading like he can’t wait to get his dick in there.
Hayden’s on his knees in front of Rhys, camera pointed at his crotch. Angel has pushed the lace panties to the side and Rhys is fucking his cock into Angel’s meaty fist.
Holy shit. I squeeze my dick as it strains against my pants. They’re really doing this. They’re actually going to fuck.
I mean, I knew this. Sebastian explained it all in excruciating detail. But it’s one thing to know the plan, and it’s something else entirely to see it happen. And it. Is. Happening.
I have my pants undone and my hand shoved in my underwear before I can think twice. Hayden swings his camera toward me and a shudder of pure pleasure rushes through me.
I’m not supposed to be in this scene. I discussed it with Sebastian. Since my videos with Hayden haven’t been released yet, he wanted to save me for another time. This scene is supposed to be about the already established couples in The Camboy Network. But Hayden doesn’t seem to care and neither do I.
I grab the hem of my shirt and tug it up high enough to stuff it in my mouth. Hayden’s camera focuses on my face, but I look past the lens at the man behind it. At the mop of blond curls that need a trim. The darkened eyes trained on me. The bottom lip that’s bruised and swollen from all his chewing.
I drag my hand down my front, flicking at my nipples and Hayden follows its progress with the camera. When I reach my cock, I pull at the waistband of my briefs and tuck them under my balls. The release sends another surge of pleasure through me. I’m stroking myself and Hayden’s recording it all on the camera.
I’m in public, in front of dozens and dozens of people who can see everything I’m doing. I’m exposing myself, pleasuring myself, not only for someone somewhere who might watch the recording someday. But for a live audience I can almost reach out and touch.
My gaze flicks to the crowd gathered below us. Eyes are glued to the show on the balcony. Hands are roaming. Clothes have been thrown to the floor. The scent of sex fills the air, mixing with the ever-present smell of sweat and alcohol.
Noel’s bent over the railing now, his pants and underwear shoved down to his thighs. Bellamy’s kneeling behind him, face buried between his ass cheeks.
Jesus fucking Christ. He’s eating out Noel’s ass like we didn’t just come from dinner, adding fingers in there while Noel swears up a storm.
Angel’s taken his shirt off, revealing a chest full of hair, and Rhys is on his knees on the floor, inhaling Angel’s cock.
Sebastian’s still straddling Christian’s lap, but his pants have disappeared somehow and Christian’s fingering his ass while they keep making out.
Hayden’s shoulders rise and fall as his breathing speeds up and he keeps licking his lips like he’s thirsty. When I glance down at his pants, though, there’s no tent, no bulge. That douses my desire somewhat, but when I meet his gaze, the hunger I see there has it roaring back a hundredfold. I want to put on a show for Hayden. I want him to see what he does to me.
