Linc leaned into him and whispered into his ear, “They’re great together, aren’t they?” Chris shivered as Linc’s warm breath swept across his skin. What the fuck was that? He swallowed hard, turning his head slightly to look at Linc, who was thankfully watching the three kings instead of him. Chris didn’t know what to do, what to say. He’d sort of had an inclination that Linc might like him the first time they met. The way he held his hand a little longer than anyone else had, the way he kept watching him across the room when he thought Chris wasn’t looking. More importantly, why had the feel of Linc’s breath on his skin made him shiver?
Focusing on the card game proved to be a far more difficult task than it should be, what with the sideways glances he was getting from Linc. The man refused to be ignored though, now that he had Chris’s attention.
“I hear your first scene is with Gabe.” Linc leaned into him, speaking so quietly, Chris barely heard him over the other voices yelling and cussing at each other.
“Yeah.” Mouth suddenly very dry, Chris reached for his beer.
“My first scene was with Gabe; he’s a beauty. That long blond hair, those gorgeous baby blues. He likes to climb on top and ride it, and he can take a big dick like a champ.” When Linc said the last part he looked down at Chris’s crotch, licking his lips. Holy fucking Christ! Chris giggled. Giggled! Like a fucking teenager. He tried to mask it with a loud, barking laugh before gulping on his beer and almost choking. Seriously, what in the blue hell is wrong with me?
Linc clapped him on the back, laughing. “You okay there, bro?”
Chris gave him a jerky nod, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. “Yeah, tired I guess, it’s been a long day. I think I’m going to turn in.” He politely excused himself, Kory calling him a pussy for following the ’rents to bed. Chris didn’t acknowledge the guy; he just kept walking toward the stairs.
He stopped right outside the master bedroom on the second floor when he heard a banging sound. He spun in a circle, looking around, trying to figure out what the noise was. His face flushed when the banging grew a little louder, faster, followed by Andrew’s unmistakable voice. “Oh God, yes, Victor, fuck me harder!”
He bolted into the room he was using and slammed the door. He was in the twilight zone, surrounded by threesomes, vampires, and sexy brown-haired men that kept ogling him at the dinner table. Wait, what? Sexy…holy fucking shit! “What the fuck is wrong with me?” Plopping down onto the bed, he didn’t bother getting undressed, just lay back and closed his eyes, so ready to forget the last few hours and get a good night’s sleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Summer Vacation
Over the next couple of months, Chris spent more and more time out at the house. He loved the camaraderie and got along great with all the guys…well, except for Kory. Sometimes Chris felt sorry for the guy; no one wanted to spend a lot of time with him. But then Kory would say or do something stupid, and Chris wouldn’t feel sorry for him anymore. The only person who could spend an extended amount of time with Kory when not shooting a scene with him was Dusty, and Dusty had gone home to Texas for the summer—sadly, sans Kory.
Chris had formed a bond with Linc, Gabe, and Jordan more so than the rest. They spent so much time together that Andrew had dubbed them the fabulous foursome, even joking about taking their relationship to the next level on-camera.
And then, one night over dinner, Victor asked Chris if he wanted to move into the house with them for the summer. “Did you pay the cable bill, babe? Linc, pass the peas. Oh, Chris, do you want to be moving in here over the summer?”
Yep, it went pretty much like that. Jordan explained that they liked to shoot a ton of footage during the warmer months at the house, in the bedroom upstairs that was solely set up for scenes. “It’s really breathtaking on the right day with the sun shining through the open bay doors, a soft breeze blowing through the curtains. We’ve shot some of our best footage in that room.”
“I prefer being outside by the pool, or down by the docks—whenever and wherever we want. It’s so isolated out here that no one really notices or cares that a couple of guys are butt naked, pounding the shit out of each other.” Linc shrugged, shoveling a spoonful of Andrew’s homemade mac and cheese into his mouth.
Michael and Max were taking an extended vacation for the summer, going to visit each other’s families, and then taking a two-week gay cruise, so they wouldn’t miss him not being there. “You know what, I think I will.” Chris agreed to move into the house along with Jordan, Linc, Kory, and Gabe.
Gabe sat at the end of the table next to Mattie, the two immersed in conversation about taking a trip into the city to see some of the new shows in Time Square. Gabe’s bright-blue eyes caught Chris’s gaze and he smiled. He remembered how that smile and those eyes had soothed him not long ago when he’d shot his first scene with a partner. They’d actually had to reschedule it the first time around. Chris had been so nervous about it, he couldn’t stop shaking and wound up running into the bathroom to throw up his breakfast. Mattie quickly came up with a suitable solution, though: they put Kris in the white room again with his bag of toys, sans clothing.
While he was thankful for the reprieve and the anxiety crashing over his body like waves began to slowly fade away, his emotions were still heightened by the earlier prospect of his first experience with another man on-camera. It was almost like coming down from a high, which definitely made Kris more loose and pliable than he was for his initial video. It also helped that he’d spent several weeks watching the other guys shoot videos and had a better idea of what people that visited the site liked…what they wanted. Kris’s second video ended with him in the middle of the bed, on his knees, head thrown back as he fisted his cock until he shot so long and hard that it hit the lens of the camera that stood at the foot of the bed. And Andrew posted it just like that, come shot and all. And then the day came when he was to shoot with Gabe again.
The little blond sauntered into the room wearing white yoga pants with a loose-fitting white tunic, his long hair pulled into a ponytail, and Chris could have sworn he wore a light smattering of makeup. As soon as Andrew called Action, Gabe sprang. He crawled up Kris’s body, pinning him to the bed. “It’s okay, baby, I’ll take good care of you,” Gabe whispered into Kris’s ear softly, so the camera wouldn’t pick it up. Kris closed his eyes and allowed himself to just…feel. With Gabe’s smaller body, soft skin, and effeminate nature, Kris was able to imagine he was with a woman.
And Christ almighty, Jordan had been so right. Gabe gave Kris a blowjob that made his eyes cross and his toes curl—and then crawled up and took Kris’s large cock all the way inside his tight, warm body. As Gabe rode him hard, moaned, and whispered his name, Kris opened his eyes and looked up. He’d thought if he actually looked at Gabe, watched another man sitting on his dick, that he would lose his hard-on and they might have to take a break.