“I think it’s the same for me,” I agree, finding my voice. “I like being able to look at you, too, but I also like getting fucked from behind. There’s something really primal about it that’s so hot.”
Just thinking about it makes me even harder, and the way Luke shifts and gives his cock a quick stroke tells me he’s just as affected as I am. This Q&A might turn into a show real fast.
“A couple of people want to know our favorite lube,” Luke reads out, squinting again at the phone screen.
“Whatever’s available,” I joke. “If there’s no lube nearby, I’ll use whatever I can find.”
“I always go with whatever the preference is of the person I’m working with.” Luke shrugs.
“Aw, you’re such a considerate top,” I reply fondly.
He shrugs at that, the motion overexaggerated to downplay his discomfort with the public praise. “I just want everyone to be comfortable and have a good time. But my preference is probably spit. Or cum.” He smirks at that, eyes flashing hungrily again.
We answer a few more questions and have a hilarious discussion about best and worst collabs. I can’t speak to either since I’m so new, and Luke obviously says I’m the best, but his story of the worst—where there was a mix-up at one of the studios he worked with and he was accidentally cast in a straight film instead of some old-school porn star named Luke Largeson—has me in stitches.
“Did you have to film with a woman then?!” I spit out through my laughter, swiping at the tears in my eyes.
“No, the casting director was embarrassed as fuck, and they ended up postponing until they could get ahold of the other guy.” Luke shakes his head with a smile, remembering. “It was a mess. The woman who was supposed to be my scene partner seemed lovely, but…not my type.”
I’m absolutely howling now but manage to get myself under control enough to wrap it up. I can’t believe how quickly this hour has flown by, and this was way more fun than I expected, but I’m ready to have my man to myself for the rest of the evening.
We say our goodbyes, and I immediately pull Luke back on top of me with a growl, growing hard again as I grind up against him.
“Should we turn the camera back on?” he asks breathlessly, rolling his hips and taking both of us in hand, stroking and rolling his palm over our heads.
“No,” I groan, dropping my head back against the headboard and closing my eyes. “They got enough of us for one day. This can be just for us.”
“So did you really mean it?” I ask, meeting Luke’s eye in the bathroom mirror after we’ve cleaned up and are getting ready for bed. “About bottoming for me?”
“Of course. It’s not like I’veneverdone it…just never on camera. And it’s been a while.”
“You’d be up for filming it?” I can’t keep the surprise out of my voice. I feel foolish all of a sudden that we’ve never talked about this.
“I’m not opposed to it at all, I’ve just never been asked to.” His voice is matter-of-fact as he finishes massaging moisturizer into his face and neck and dabs some kind of cream under his eyes. “Guys who look like me are usually stereotyped as tops, even in gay porn. I never would have been cast as a bottom by a studio; there was a lot more bottom shaming in the industry back then, and I was considered too ‘masculine’ for that. I’ve thought about setting up a collab for a flip or something, but it’s never really come up before tonight. People seem to like what I do now, so why fix what’s not broken? I’ve enjoyed it when I’ve done it, but when I say it’s been a while, I mean like…years.”
I guess I never really thought about the fact that his start in the industry with the big studios would dictate his role in the bedroom, and sadness for him twinges in my chest. I don’t think about our age difference often, but I’m amazed at how different my experience is from his in this business just because I showed up a few years later. I love sex, whether I’m topping or bottoming, and I’m glad I have the freedom now to choose either one without anyone else’s opinion pushing me to do one or the other.
“Is topping something you’d want to do?” he asks.
“Oh, sure,” I say easily, toweling off after I finish washing my face. “I’ve always considered myself vers. But my ex was a total top, so I was fine to bottom for him. I’ve hooked up and topped, though. I really do enjoy aspects of both, so I’m fine with whatever my partner likes.” I hang up my towel and move behind him, sliding my arms around his waist and nosing at the shell of his ear. “In case you were worried, I’ve been feeling like I’m missing out or something…I’m not. I love our sex. I love having you inside me.” I nibble gently at his earlobe, reachingdown to grab one of his ass cheeks and jiggle it in my grip. “But I definitely would not turn down a chance to get in that ass.”
He chuckles at that and turns his head to kiss me softly on the lips. “Noted. Let’s make it a payday then. I’ll call Nate and see if he can make time for us. I’m sure he’ll come up with something that will have all the fanboys salivating for this one.”
24
LUKE
As luck would have it, Nate had a cancellation and was able to book us almost immediately. He already had his warehouse studio set up for the canceled shoot and assured me it would be perfect for us.
“Lockers…?” Riley asks, raising a brow as he takes in the wall of metal storage boxes, the wide, backless bench, and the sporting gear scattered throughout.
“Hey, you made it!” Nate’s jovial voice echoes across the open space, and we both turn to see him making his way toward us with an armful of camera equipment. “I’m still getting set up, but we can go over everything while I do. There are costumes for you in the changing room, but the long and short of it is basically, Luke, you’re the football player, and Riley, you’re the ball boy. Think of the scene as after practice, or before a game, or whatever. You’ve come back to the locker room, and Riley, you’re going to rail him into next week. Sound good?”
“Sounds great,” Riley agrees swiftly, and his eyes darken hungrily as he grins over at me. He’s definitely going to enjoy this.
“Go get changed, Ry, I’ll be right there,” I tell him. “I’m going to help Nate set up real quick.” He nods and quickly makes his way to the curtained-off changing room in the corner. I’m always looking for an excuse to learn anything technical that I can from my friend, but we also haven’t had a chance to hang out lately, between the holidays and Riley moving in. “How is everything? How’s Tabitha?” I ask, referring to his long-term situationship.
“Ah, well…that’s done now,” he says ruefully as he adjusts his lens and raises the camera to his eye.
