Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Okay, the shirts come off.”
Take each others off, someone immediately said in chat, and others agreed. Yeah. That wd be hot.
“What do you reckon, Chris?” Jude asked. “Can I take your shirt off for you?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Come here, then.” Jude knelt up, making sure his body was in shot.
Shawn moved to face him, also rising to his knees.
“Nice tents, yes?” Jude looked down between them where their erections were hard and obvious, distorting the fabric of their clothes. When he moved his gaze back up to Shawn’s face, Shawn had flushed, his pupils dark. Jude lifted the hem of Shawn’s shirt and tugged, and Shawn raised his arms obligingly as Jude slid the T-shirt up and off. Shawn’s mostly hairless chest was still a light tan from the summer and his skin looked smooth. His nipples were tight. Jude’s mouth watered with the urge to lick.
“Shit, man,” he muttered, for Shawn as much as for the camera, “you’re so hot. Can I touch you?”
“Yeah.”
“God.” Jude ran his hands up Shawn’s abs to his chest, deliberately skimming the nipples with his palms and making Shawn shiver. He gripped Shawn’s shoulders hard, squeezing the muscles. “Hot. As. Fuck.”
Shawn’s eyes burned into his, but the expression was hard to read.
Jude suddenly remembered the camera was on them. In the heat of the moment, he’d almost forgotten this was a show and not a hook-up. Shawn was only doing this for the money, not because he wanted Jude.
Jude was nothing if not professional. He squashed down the twinge of disappointment and stripped off his own T-shirt, tossing it aside. It landed on top of Shawn’s on the floor.
“You want to touch me too?” he asked lightly. “No pressure, man. But if you want to, I’m all yours.”
Shawn hesitated, tension in every part of him. Then he sighed. Something shifted as if at the flip of a switch, and he gave himself up to the moment. He lifted his hands and put them on Jude’s chest, tentatively stroking his fingertips through the hair there. He said huskily, “Feels weird.”
“No tits and more hair than you’re used to?” Jude grinned. “I can see how this would be a bit different.”
Shawn moved his hands more confidently, flattening them and mapping out the planes of Jude’s chest, the width of his ribcage. Shawn was more muscular than Jude, but Jude was big-boned, so they weren’t very different in size overall. “You feel good,” he finally said. It was hard to tell whether he meant it or whether it was just for the camera.
Speaking of the camera, Jude hadn’t been paying attention to the chat window. “Let’s sit back down and see what these guys think of you so far.”
They settled back down on the bed. Jude deliberately spread his thighs wider than before so his knee touched Shawn’s leg.
Predictably, the chat had gone wild. Jude scrolled up a little and chuckled as he caught up with the comments. “Looks like they like you, Chris. And holy shit, we’ve flown past fifty quid in tips already. Thanks, guys!”
That was unheard of so early in a show. If things carried on like that, they were going to make a lot of money tonight. The counter was still going up.
Jude nudged Shawn. “Okay, are you ready to show me and the viewers what you’re packing?” His pulse surged with anticipation, as eager for a look as the guys out there on the Internet.
“Yeah. I guess so,” Shawn replied.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Shawn swallowed, his mouth dry with nerves. He wondered why he’d thought it was a good idea to try this out on camera. If he’d been honest with Jude and just told him he wanted experience with a guy, maybe they could have done this without—he glanced at the view counter—over five hundred people watching. Jesus. His dick was hard under his hand, though, clearly turned on by this fucked-up situation. He wasn’t sure what that said about him and didn’t want to think about it right now.
“On a count of three?” Jude asked.
Shawn glanced sideways. “Okay.”
Jude gave him a reassuring grin and then dropped his gaze to Shawn’s lap, but Shawn kept his eyes on Jude’s face, wanting to see his reaction when he bared himself.
“One, two, three, go!”
Shawn pushed his sweats down, freeing his erection. The skin was hot in his palm and his foreskin had drawn back. His hissed as his dry palm stroked the sensitive head.
“Nice dick, man.” Jude watched intently. “Really fucking nice.” He licked his lips and Shawn could almost feel it like an extra touch, imagining how Jude’s mouth would feel on him, how it was going to feel on him later. He squeezed himself harder at the thought, slowing his stroke to keep himself from getting too close.
Shawn let his gaze slide down to Jude’s cock, finally seeing it in the flesh with time to appreciate it. It was impressive, and Shawn felt a flash of envy along with desire. Jude was longer and thicker than he was—not that Shawn was lacking in the dick department, but he didn’t quite measure up to Jude.