I wanted to know if he was as nervous as I was? Or excited? Or if he was only excited about getting to shoot with Asher and I was a fun bonus.
“So,” I cleared my throat. “What’s the plan?”
“Ash here is going to be my younger, virginal stepbrother, and you can be my best friend. The way it plays out in my head is that Asher runs into the room and slams into me, I play the part of the concerned stepbrother, and after a very short conversation, we end up naked.”
I shifted so I could get a better look at Jax. “Stepbrothers?”
Jax shrugged. “It’s either that or Asher gets stuck in a dryer or under the bed and we have to fuck him free.”
“I am not doing that.” Asher laughed.
“Stepbrothers it is,” I agreed. “Now, the fun part. With you as the newest performer, it’s up to Jax and me to be the best scene partners we can be, to make sure you have a good experience. Now, some of the fun will be us discovering what you like, but if there’s anything that’s off-limits, please tell us.”
“Yeah, one guy I was with didn’t tell me his feet were like next level ticklish. I had him on his back and his legs were in the air, and as I was holding him by the ankles, I thought there’s no harm in kissing his foot. It’s right there. It’s clean.” Jax’s smile got wider as the story progressed. “So I kiss the instep of his footand his whole leg jerks, and then suddenly, Wham! I get a foot to the face.”
“Oh, my God,” Asher said, hanging off Jax’s every word.
I’d heard the story before, but from other people instead of Jax. The way Jax told it was far more interesting than the bare bones version I’d heard only as gossip.
“The director yells cut. There’s blood everywhere. My dick has gone so soft that it’s practically crawled back up inside my body. The guy I’m shooting with is mortified. He’s also not good with blood, so he’s mortified and hysterical. And then he’s unconscious.”
“He passed out?” I asked, holding back my laughter.
“Out fucking cold. So by the time we got my nose to stop bleeding, got him awake and the bedroom cleaned up, neither one of us were particularly interested in trying again. The moment had definitely been lost.”
“Did you reschedule the shoot?” Ash asked.
“Nope. We tried, but he couldn’t look at me for six months without getting dizzy from remembering all the blood. And then things just didn’t work out. So that’s why you need to tell us if there’s anything that’s off-limits. Had he told me about his hyper-sensitive feet, I’d have steered clear.”
“Well, my feet are ticklish, but not to the point that I’d kick you in the face. I can’t think of anything inside the realm of regular sex that I don’t want to do with either of you.”
“Regular sex?” Jax asked. “As opposed to extra crispy?”
Asher shoved him. “As opposed to whips and chains and watersports.”
“What do you know about that?” Jax asked, eyes wide.
“Personally, not much. In general, I have the same internet you do.”
Wrapping my arms around Asher, I pulled him against me and indulged myself in brushing my lips against the soft patch of skin below his ear.
“So, in the regular realm of sex, as you put it, you’d be okay bottoming?”
“Uh, do ducks quack?”
I dragged my hands down his chest, fully aware of the way Jax’s eyes tracked my every move.
“And what about topping?” I asked next, letting my fingers brush over his chest. Asher squirmed in my hold like he was trying to get closer to me.
“Anything. Topping. Bottoming. Frot. Blow jobs. Rimming. I’m down for all of it. I haven’t been able to ditch the gag reflex, though, so maybe proceed with caution.”
“Some guys like to feel a cute twink gag on their cock,” Jax said.
Asher shifted so he could look at me over his shoulder. “Did you hear that? Jax wants you to choke on his cock.”
“Are you saying that I’m a cute twink?” I gently booped Asher on the nose. “That’s sweet, but I think I already lived through my twink death.”
“Not true,” Asher said. “A real twink never dies.”
