“Holy Christ, Chris, look at the arms on that man. I just want him to pick me up, strip me, bend me over the back of your couch, and fuck me until my ass cheeks are chapped and I can’t walk straight for a week,” Colton stage-whispered when Jordan left the room. Michael mouthed, Behave yourself! but Colton just shrugged his shoulders.
“Yeah, he’s straight, Col, not going to happen.” Chris grinned at the pouty face he was given. “Unless you want to come work for All Cocks. Jordan does prefer petite, blond, effeminate guys when he’s doing his scenes.” Chris laughed so hard that he almost fell off the couch after Colton turned and grinned at him like a kid on Christmas morning that just found the present he wanted under the tree.
It took Colton a couple of seconds to register that he’d been called a twink. “Hey!” He smacked Chris on the arm, giving him another pouty face before heading into the kitchen to help Michael finish dinner.
“It’s true!” Chris cackled and Colton shot him the bird over his shoulder.
The five of them were sitting at the table, talking after dinner, when Jordan snapped his fingers. “Shit, we have to order your toys. I almost forgot why I came. Where’s the computer?” Michael pointed at the desk across the room, behind the couch. Jordan clapped his hands together and turned to Chris with a gleam in his eyes. “Come on then, let’s go shopping.”
“Okay, I’m going to go home and jack off. Or take a cold shower. No, wait, I’m going to jack off in the shower—easier cleanup.” Colton stood, pushing his chair under the table and all but running out of the apartment.
“TMI!” Michael and Max shouted in unison, their sentence punctuated by the slamming door.
“All right, it’s time for bed, baby.” Max took Michael’s hand and led him to their bedroom. Chris grinned, watching his best friend blush when Max leaned into him, kissing Michael on the cheek. It made him a little sad that he had yet to find someone he could look at the way Max looked at Michael. But, then, it wasn’t like he was trying to meet someone, and he might not ever be ready to move on and open his heart to love again. Any thoughts of sharing his life with someone other than Amanda were still painful, five years later. Would he ever truly get over the loss? Did he deserve to?
“Night, boys, don’t stay up too late,” Michael teased, blowing Chris a kiss when he flipped Michael off.
“Night, guys, nice to meet you, and thanks for dinner.” Jordan motioned Chris over. “Let’s get this party started.”
With Colton gone and Michael and Max in their bedroom for the night, Chris and Jordan were left alone to explore the online world of sex toys. Since deciding to take the job, Chris had watched a ton of gay porn videos online and talked with Jordan to learn the basics of the deed, even though where it went and how it worked was somewhat self-explanatory. So he knew all about butt plugs, dildos, and vibrators. He also knew he would never be a bottom, so he wouldn’t need any of those items.
Jordan quickly went to a site where Chris could order a plethora of Fleshjacks in every size, shape, and color imaginable. There was a buy-two-get-one-free sale plus an added bonus—a lube kit that included lube and cleanser for his new toys. “One-stop shopping,” Chris muttered as he pulled his debit card from his wallet and keyed in the information for payment.
“Speaking of business…” Chris let the statement hang in the air, certain Jordan would understand where he was headed.
Jordan nodded at the screen so Chris skimmed the page, flinching when he saw the cost before waving his hand in approval. “Look at it this way—it will be a tax deduction next year. Along with any other items you purchase for your business. Clothes, toys, if you take someone out to lunch to discuss the job, things like that.”
Jordan clicked the mouse to place the order then turned to face Chris. The gleam in Jordan’s eyes as he leaned back in the chair, waiting, told Chris the jackass was going to make him say it.
“Anyway.” Chris cleared his throat. His mouth suddenly very dry, he downed the last of his beer before speaking again. “I’ve been watching some videos, and while they are very…educational…” Jordan raised one eyebrow and the corners of his mouth upturned slightly. “I only know what it feels like and what it looks like when getting head. I’m confident giving head is somewhat, uh, different. Could you maybe, give me some tips? I mean is there a certain way to do it?”
Jordan snorted, crossing his arms over his chest, his body shaking as he tried, unsuccessfully, not to laugh. Chris glared at him. “Never mind,” he huffed.
He got up to stomp off to his bedroom and slam the door so Jordan would know he had hurt his feelings, but then Chris remembered…he didn’t have a bedroom, much less a door. Ugh. He sat back down.
“I’m sorry. Shit, it’s just too funny. You should see your face.” No longer able to hold it in, Jordan was full-on laughing at him now. Chris returned the one raised eyebrow, with more of a glare than a grin. Well, more like a glower. This, of course, only made Jordan laugh louder.
“Okay, okay.” Jordan held his hands up in surrender. “The best advice I can give you on performing the act instead of receiving is to do what you like. It’s not a lollipop or an ice cream cone; you have to be gentler than that. But then, there are parts of a cock you can be rough with, like, nibbling on the foreskin if the guy isn’t circumcised. Circling the head with your tongue and dipping it into the slit, licking your way along the side of the shaft, then gently suckling his balls into your mouth.”
Chris listened intently, oddly sort of aroused by Jordan’s description. That was, until he mentioned rimming. “I’m going to stick my tongue where?” Chris shrieked, and Jordan almost fell out of his chair.
Chapter Ten
So Shy
Three days later, Chris found himself on the couch he’d sat on the first day he interviewed for the job at All Cocks. He was dressed in a pair of loose-fitting jeans with strategically placed rips and tears running down the legs and a white T-shirt, wearing only socks, no shoes. Mattie had been in charge of his wardrobe and makeup, and Chris decided, as soon as he slipped the comfortable jeans on, that the twink would henceforth be his personal shopper. He’d never had a pair of pants fit so well, and Mattie hadn’t even taken measurements. When Chris asked Mattie how he knew the correct size, he simply shrugged. “You’re Victor on steroids, no biggie.”
Sitting across from him, Andrew asked simple questions, gently prodding. Chris knew the goal was to give All Cocks members more insight into their newest model, but it wasn’t easy. He answered with as few words as possible, feeling very uncomfortable and exposed, the flashing red light on the camera a beacon in the dark, screaming at him, the word “Run!” flickering obnoxiously. Chris rolled his shoulders, the tension in them almost painful. Dammit. Why am I so tense?