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He doesn’t.

I exhale as I near the car, like it’s an escape. But it’s just for tonight.

Maybe Bentley will be there tomorrow.

Chapter thirteen

Private

Paul

I’m already hard when he says my name.

Not Paul. Never Paul.

“Bentley,” he says, low and amused, his eyes flicking toward the private window before returning to the camera. “You still breathing over there?”

I’m not entirely certain.

The theater room is dark except for the laptop glow. The dogs are gone, having abandoned me at some earlier stage of the evening. The blanket is thrown wide under me. One warm hand inside my boxers, still, for the moment, though restraint at this point is only delay.

On-screen, Clint is on his knees on the new bed, naked, flushed, one hand braced against his thigh. The light catches the sheen of sweat at his throat and the hard line of his stomach. His cock is in his hand, already slick, already hard for the show that has been building long enough for the room to lose patience and for me to lose whatever distance I pretended to have when the night began.

I don’t know how many times I’ve come back since I decided not to. Enough that I no longer think of this as watching a cam show. That would be too simple.

My private chat blinks.

HotnReddy: You ignoring me, Bentley?

I type with one hand.

Bentley84: im appreciating the silence

On-screen, his mouth curves.

HotnReddy: Cute. You’re never silent.

Bentley84: That’s rich from a man currently taking direction from BigDog.

Clint laughs, breathless.

BigDog469: dont cum yet

MouthyMike: smiling like u like it

MNTopDad: less typing, more stroking

FootGuyBob: feet after?

Clint sighs into the camera. “I am literally naked and jerking off, and you still want the piggies?”

FootGuyBob tips.

Clint shakes his head. “Don’t know what to do with you.”

I laugh, though it’s tangled with heat and shame and the steady tightening of my own hand around myself.

He’s started pulling me in sooner. A private question before things get started. The occasional message that arrives during the hottest part of the show, when he knows exactly what I am doing and wants to make me admit it without saying the words.