“You look pretty freaked out there,” I say, aroused by his discomfort.
“Yeah, that’s the point at which I was like, ‘fuck, this is really happening.’ I thought seeing Holly naked might turn me straight for the night. But nope.”
“Diego really had to work double-time to keep you hard.”
“Could have done with some lube though.”
We watch as Holly lays herself out like an all-you-can-eat buffet, legs spread lewdly, probably inviting Adam to do just that, but he looks a little green. Diego nudges him forward a little forcefully, practically putting him in position to rail his belovedcorazón.
“I told her I was nauseous,” Adam says. “I thought that might get me out of it, if she thought I might puke on her but nah.” He shakes his head sadly.
“They certainly don’t sing about this sort of thing in their songs,” I remark.
“Yeah, for real. That’s what really gets me, you know, how fake they are. Setting me up like that to make it seem likeI’mthe reason they broke up. Love is such a con.”
Loveisa con, but I don’t want to tell him that. I’m counting on him believing otherwise. I have to bite back a laugh as Adam awkwardly attempts to thrust into Holly while she moans and groans, clearly for the camera’s benefit. I wouldn’t even cast her in a low-budget porno, her performance is that underwhelming.
“I’m not feeling your commitment here,” I say to Adam, and he snorts with laughter. “I fear you’re a lazy lover.”
“Hey.” He throws a piece of popcorn at me. “That’s not nice. I was drunk, and besides, she got off.”
“She was faking it.”
He harrumphs at that. “Yeah, probably.”
“It must have at least felt good to you though?”
“It was all right,” he concedes.
“Your top game definitely needs work. Hopefully, your bottom game is much more enthusiastic.”
“Whatever, man. Like I said, I was drunk.”
“See, I might believe that was the reason but then here…” I speed up the film because I don’t care to see Holly shriek and wail her way through a fake orgasm. I pick it up again with Adam on his knees, backed up against the edge of the bed. Holly must have shifted the angle of the camera and zoomed in because the entire frame is Adam’s face and torso with Diego’s cock shoved deep down his throat. A fine white foam of spittle gathers at the corners of Adam’s mouth. He’s got a groggy, blissful look on his face while his jaw and throat work in tandem to give Diego what appears to be the best blowjob of his life.
“Here, it looks like you really mean it,” I say to Adam, using the remote to switch it into slow-mo. My prick is like steel, my head a little dizzy. This is the time at which I would normally take myself in hand and masturbate to the sounds of Adam getting his throat fucked.
“Yeah, that’s when I got off.” Adam sets his popcorn aside. I glance over to see that his dick is hard too, probably because he likes watching himself in action. My sweet, slutty Narcissus.
“This sort of dedication shows some real untapped potential,” I say. I take it off slow-motion and increase the volume to hear Diego grunting and cursing in Spanish, along with the sloppy, suctioning sounds of Adam’s throat and mouth working it down.
“Potential for what?” he asks. “I don’t want to work in porn. I’m way too delicate for that shit.”
I smirk. He still doesn’t get it, but he will.
“I’ve shelled out a lot of money for you, Adam,” I say as I give my cock a long tug through my slacks. “That nice scale I bought for you, those kettlebells you wanted, the acting classes, all the low-calorie, high-protein foods required to keep you so fit.”
“I’ll pay you back, Cassius, I promise,” he says, getting that adorably desperate look about him.
“It could take years for you to make all that back.” Simple facts. “Not to mention all the money I’m saving you by allowing you to live here rent-free.” He frowns. He really doesn’t like this turn in our conversation. I’d better get to my point before he does something drastic like high tail it back to Elliot’s rat-infested hovel. “So, I think it’s only fair that I get something in return for all these expenses you’ve incurred.”
“What, like a percentage of my income?” Adam asks.
“No, I’m not your agent.” I found him one, though, and introduced them. She’s already scouting auditions on his behalf.
“I could take out a loan. I have terrible credit from that Charger that got repossessed, but I can see what they’ll offer me.”
“No, Adam, I’m not interested in your money. What have I told you before is your best and highest use?” I motion to the screen where Adam kneels, eyes at half-mast, gagging on a Spaniard’s cock.
