His grip on my hand tightens and a flirtatious smirk appears on his lips. “No, but any more of that and we’ll have to go find some privacy.”
I glance back down his body to the thickening bulge in his speedo, and it sends a Pavlovian response straight to my dick. “Maybe we should anyway, because I can no longer look at your dick without getting hard.”
His bulge jerks and grows slightly larger. “You could stop looking.”
“That is one option,” I hum noncommittally.
Trent laughs, cups my chin, and forces me to look back at his face. “After dinner we’ll have some fun. Until then, you gotta behave.”
Sighing, because we really should wait until we’re live-streaming, I settle back into our cuddle, lifting my leg to cover his semi and hide mine. “You’re right, but I’m not a fan of delayed gratification, just so you know.”
Trent barks out another laugh, ruffling my hair affectionately. “Yes, my friend. I know.”
Chapter 30
Trent
“We could go liveor we can just record and post; which do you think would be more comfortable for you?” Magnus asks, setting up the camera on a tripod on the coffee table in the sitting area.
I’m sitting on the couch still in my speedo, watching his mostly bare bubble butt in hisswim thong. One of the girls managed to whisk him away for an hour and convinced him to buy the thong. It leaves almost nothing to the imagination. It has a snug little pouch in the front where his cock is nestled in, and it looks like he’s got a permanent chub. It’s sexy as hell and distracting, but the bare cheeks in the back are where it’s at.
“Trent.”
I tear my eyes away from his ass long enough to look up to his eyes that have caught me staring. It takes me a minute to remember he asked a question.
“I expected to record, but going live is fine if you prefer. I’m sure the live fan service would make them happy.” I shrug because I often do impromptu lives without him, although I usually do that on my not-spicy accounts.
Magnus presses his lips into a thin line. “No, I think we should record and then post. Stick to the plan, so to speak. That way if there’s an issue, we can edit it out.”
He turns back to the camera and starts it recording, and my eyes drift back to his ass. It’s a very nice ass.
“You know, I don’t think I’m straight either,” I tell him without really planning to.
Magnus snorts and falls onto the couch beside me. “I’m glad we decided to record and edit because I have to edit that comment out.” He reaches over and takes my hand. “I support you, no matter what sexuality you decide on. Do you want to talk about this? I’ll turn off the camera.”
I glance at the camera and shrug again. “I don’t think there’s much to talk about. I’m too comfortable fucking around with you to be straight. I’m thinking I’m bi.”
“I think that’s a reasonable conclusion. You’re still straight as far as the channel goes, but I know. I love you, soobviouslyI support you.”
I lean over and kiss his temple. “Thank you. I love you and support you too,” I tell him, adding with a smirk, “Obviously.”
He chuffs softly, squeezing my hand. “You ready?”
I release his hand with a nod. “Yeah. I’m ready.”
“Let’s just sit here for about five seconds and then you can start.”
I count to five for Magnus’ editing, and then smirk at the camera. “Hello, fuckers. You been good? We’re in Cancun, and since you’re the reason we’re here, and because some of you are here with us, and you have ideas about me and Magnus, we’re going to do a little fan service as a thank you.”
Magnus rubs his hands together excitedly. “I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m excited about this. You want to know the last time someone besides me touched my cock? Long enough that I’d have to calculate it.”
I turn, giving him the side eye. “I don’t think anyone else is going to understand what that means,” I laugh, and turn back to the camera. “He’s saying that he doesn’t know how long off the top of his head. He’d have to think about it for longer than a few seconds.”
Magnus shrugs beside me. “I’m really looking forward to my orgasm today.”
He’s acting his part, since it hasn’t been that long since we ‘practiced’ in the shower, and he’s doing an excellent job. He might want to be a researcher and professor, but he could probably have a career in actual acting if he wanted to pursue it. Maybe when we’re older I can convince him to join the community theater with me. Might be fun.
“I’m going to jack him,” I tell the audience, with a wry smile. “He convinced me that you all deserved some fan service, and since I know you all like the idea of us going further than masturbating together, I let him talk me into jerking him off.”
