Magnus freezes for half a second then resumes moving like he didn’t just stop mid-step. “I trust you,” he decides and turns toward the door. “The anticipation might distract me, but I’ll cope.”
I chuckle, salute our photographer, and follow Magnus out the door so we can head up to the sex shop. After baking under the studio lights, the crisp winter air feels like heaven on my face, and Magnus audibly groans as we ascend the stairs to the sidewalk level, sending me flashing back to when he came in my hand.
Fuck.
I know what a pulsing cock feels like—I’ve wrung out enough of my own orgasms—but the phantom sensation of his shooting off in my hand persists even now.
I flex my hand and focus on the next time I’ll have his cock in my hand—might as well give myself permission to enjoy it. “Have you figured out how much we’re advancing the timeline?You were going to study the data before making any changes, but you haven’t updated me on it.”
“You were busy with your school work,” he reminds me—he assigned us a shit load of homework, and I had a project for another class, plus all my usual course work. “I think we need to touch dicks when we do our live this evening. I’ve been going over my original timeline and the data, and I think we can keep them hanging on for six months, but by the time we move in together, we need to be not-doing-a-good-job-of-hiding-our-feelings. Claiming to be straight while getting our hands on each other every chance we get. We were going to do a blow job as a celebration, but I think we need to move up to some kind of anal penetration. I don’t think we need to have sex, but at this point, it’s hard to predict how far we push denial before giving our subscribers what they want. We want them loyal because the loyal ones will ensure our income while you’re in graduate school, so we have to balance making this a journey they’re on with us and frustrating them to the point that they give up.”
He pulls open the door to the shop and I walk through, stopping just inside to check what aisle we’re heading toward. The entire wall of vibrators stands out, and since he wants me to get a prostate vibe, I head that way.
“We can ask the people in the live to give us some suggestions for future vids, and then we just pick the most innocuous one to perform tonight. Let’s get a sleeve that’s open on both ends and see if we can get them to suggest docking with it.” It’s not my preferred method of self-pleasure, but I used to have a sleeve that I enjoyed twice before it got too grimy to contemplate touching. “I hate the texture of them in my hand, but on my dick they’re alright.”
Magnus considers that as we stop in front of the wall of vibrators. “That’s a good idea. What’s wrong with the texture?”
“Ever played with those stretchy toy hands that you slap on something and they stick?”
“Sticky hands. That’s what they’re called,” Magnus nods. “I bought some as part of a treasure box for my office in the math department.”
“They’re that texture. And they get that dirty,” I explain, suppressing a shudder.
Magnus’s disgusted expression perfectly reflects my feelings about sticky hands and that texture in general. “We should get a cheap one that we won’t feel too bad about tossing afterward.”
I like that plan, so while he picks the prostate massager he wants to try, I find a cheap sleeve and a couple of other toys we can use. The vibrating cock rings are going to be fun.
When we meet back up at the front, we both have at least five more items than the ones we came in for. Laughing at each other's picks, we head toward the counter, looking forward to figuring out which one of our toys our subs are going to pick tonight. Maybe I’m not as straight as I thought, or maybe I’m just good at gay for pay, but either way, I’m glad it’s Magnus I’m learning about myself with.
If nothing else, I’m going to have fun playing with my toys with my best friend, and I can’t say that I’m upset about that.
Chapter 16
Magnus
Our first liveevent is packed. We each announced in separate videos that we would be doing this, but I’m still surprised by the turn out. I underestimated how invested our subscribers would be in the will-they-won’t-they/are-they-aren’t-they. I knew having an emotional investment would attract people, but since we’re only two of many, many options out there and most people subscribe to porn for a specific purpose, I didn’t expect as much interest this early in the journey.
If I had time, I would do an in depth search for a reason for the spike. I’d like to know who is talking about us and what they’re saying. Unfortunately, I have to focus on the live stream right now.
Trent and I are taking turns answering questions. So far we’ve completely ignored the multitude asking if we’re a couple. We’ll get there, but I told him to wait until the peak of our viewing before answering it.
“They think we should be kissing friends,” I point out when three requests for us to kiss appear on the screen.
Trent grimaces at the screen. “I thought we would do something more interesting than kiss tonight, but if that’s all they want…”
I laugh as the screen explodes with protests. “Hey look, they do want more than kissing. We bought some toys today after our photo session.” Trent briefly touched on that at the beginning of the live. “We recorded the whole session, and I’m going to edit the video to give you a tease about the pictures we’ll have coming. We’re going to take orders for posters and prints, so you can have Trent’s dick hanging on your wall if you want. Well, mine will be available, too, but we all know whose is better.”
Trent elbows me with a derisive snort. “Your dick is good, too. I’m sure the pics will be mind-blowing if you’re into that sort of thing.”
A volley of the same question appears on the screen.
Are you into it?
Are you into Magnus’s dick?
Are you into that sort of thing?
Are you into dick?
