“Now, you’re going to get hard for me,” he whispers, his hand wrapping around my cock. “You’re going to go inside that studio space you set up from scratch. You’re going to fuck that perfectly nice man with the pet parrot he likes to talk about. And I’ll be here, watching every minute of it, trying my best not to come before you get back to me.”
“I love you,” I tell him roughly.
Isaac’s laugh is joyous, a bright smile on his face as he continues to stroke me slowly. “I know you love me. You’re obsessed with me.”
“I am,” I readily agree.
He bites my jaw and then my neck. “I love you, too, Bruiser. So get in there and show off for me.”
I find Isaac’s lips one more time, my grip on the back of his neck keeping him close. We kiss for long minutes, my hand stopping Isaac’s so I don’t get too close to the edge. When we finally pull apart, Isaac carefully maneuvers me back into my pants, shaking his head a little.
“Surprised you don’t need a tailor for custom crotch adjustments with this thing.”
I bark a laugh that has Isaac grinning. His excitement is palpable as he tugs me off the couch, giving me a gentle shove toward the door.
“Rail him good,” he says in parting, his cheeks gorgeously flushed. He shoots me a quick thumbs-up and an air kiss before disappearing back inside the private room.
I can’t help but huff a laugh.
Turning, I catch sight of Jerome down the hall, waiting near the door to Studio 1. His eyebrow is raised. “You’ve got a really supportive partner.”
“Yeah, I do. Everything all set inside?”
“It is,” he confirms. “Bill is checking the camera angles one more time. Lighting is good. We should be ready to start filming in a few minutes.”
I nod, glancing around at the bare-bones warehouse we’ve slowly been turning into a real studio. There’s so much space to expand, assuming things go well. It’s easy to see what it could be.
“I want to keep this authentic,” I tell Jerome. “It’s fantasy, yes. But I don’t want to be like any other studio. I want to show prep, condoms. I want people to see realistic sex. And I want the cast to have a say. They only film what they’re comfortable with. The people in these walls? They stay safe. Healthcare, regular testing. We treat the people here with respect. Always. Yeah?”
Jerome’s smile is slow-spreading. “You got it, boss.”
“And that’s another thing. I need someone looking after the people so I can focus on the business. You think that couldbe you?”
Jerome crosses his arms, appraising me. I’ve spent a good deal of time with Jerome in the months leading up to this point. Enough to get a feel for the type of person he is. I can tell he’s been holding back a lot of his own natural leadership in deference to me. And I understand why.
But I could use a partner in this. I think that’s him.
Jerome’s gaze is steady as he holds my eye. “We’ll need to sit down and draw up a division of duties so I’m not crossing lines. But yeah. That’s something I can handle.”
I clap him on the shoulder. “Let’s do this then.”
Jerome and I join the others inside Studio 1, the set brightly lit and my co-star for the day sitting atop the bed. Bill is rolling the camera into place. A couple assistants are checking over final details. The boom operator is waiting nearby.
It’s simple, all things considered. But it’s a damn good start.
I check in with Cade to make sure he’s ready to go, my thoughts straying to Isaac just down the hall. Glancing at the camera now rolling, I give my boyfriend a soft smile.
Porn, like acting, isn’t real life. The sex isn’t passionate. More often than not, your mind is on the optics, not how it feels. And it takes hours to shoot the necessary footage, including stops along the way to reset a scene or work out kinks.
It’s a carefully organized production.
I think of Isaac often as we film, wondering if he’s touching himself. Wondering if he likes watching all the content that will be edited out. Wondering how badly he’s aching for my return.
At the very least, I trust he’s okay. Otherwise, the camera wouldn’t still be rolling.
When we have all the footage we need and it’s time to capture the finale, I do my best to put on a good show for my boyfriend.
It feels a little surreal as we cut, everyone silent for a moment before one of the assistants starts to clap. It causes a ripple through the crew, these people just as eager as I am to make this something lasting and good. Cade and I shake hands before heading for the locker room. My shower is quite possibly the quickest I’ve ever had.
