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  But then Rory broke things off, although he did it with a smile.

  “Mmm, that was nice.” Rory sounded satisfied now, which was better than suspicious.

  And Nathan was more in the mood than he’d thought he’d be, which was a bonus.

  ***

  Five minutes later, and they both stood naked in front of the computer.

  “Right. Time to get this show on the road,” Rory said, giving his hard-on a quick tug. If Nathan’s arse was even half as sweet as his mouth, Rory was in for a treat.

  “Okay, I’ll let him into the chatroom. And I was thinking we should do it over the end of the bed. You’ll just have to make sure you angle yourself so he can see the point of penetration. He’s quite specific about that. You might need to pick up the camera and get a close up. He likes it when I do that with a dildo.”

  The thought of Nathan fucking himself with a dildo temporarily short-circuited Rory’s brain, and when he finally managed to concentrate on what Nathan was saying, it was all about light levels and the best position for the camera mic.

  It was weirdly technical. Rory had had plenty of casual sex in the past, but nothing quite so detached and emotionless. But maybe that was just Nathan with his tech-head on and he’d warm up again in a moment. After all, sexy geek boy had definitely enjoyed that kiss. That moment when his body had melted against Rory’s… It made him want to do it all over again when he thought about it.

  And Nathan was definitely looking more relaxed now, although his shoulders were still a bit hunched. Ah well. Rory would make it good for him. Good for them both.

  “Lights, camera, action. We are live,” Nathan announced, before moving back from the computer.

  Rory stared at the screen, lines of type already appearing in the chat window. Just who was watching them? And what the hell was Nathan up to behind him? He shifted sideways to get a better view of Nathan on the monitor.

  “Hey, let me,” Rory said, realising Nathan had sat back on the bed and was lubing his own fingers up.

  “It’s easier like this. Faster.”

  “Not everything’s about speed. Sometimes you’ve got to take your time, enjoy things.” Nathan didn’t look like he was particularly enjoying himself as he lay back, brought his knees up to his chest, and jabbed his fingers into his hole. The expression on his face was making Rory wince in sympathy. “Come on, I want to help out.”

  “But I prefer to prep myself.”

  “Okay, fine.” He took hold of Nathan’s wrist and when Nathan glared, Rory just tugged gently. “Come on, Einstein, we’ll do it together, yeah? It’s all about rhythm,” he said, moving Nathan’s hand in a slow, drawn-out thrusting. “And teasing. Building things up till you can’t wait to get my knob in you.”

  “Oh really?” Nathan was getting breathless. Rory could only hope it was in a good way and not in an imminent asthma attack kind of way. Nathan looked the type to be asthmatic, not that Rory had seen an inhaler anywhere.

  “Yeah, baby, scissor those fingers for me. Stretch yourself wide.” Rory had to remember they were on camera. Think porn star vocab. Right. He turned to its little eye and winked at their unseen observer, using his spare hand to waggle his knob about. “I bet you can’t wait to get this thick fuck-stick inside of you. You want Heisenberg to own your cute little arse?”

  “Do it. I’m ready.”

  “I’m not sure you are just yet,” Rory teased, making the fingering rhythm even slower. “I mean, there’s tight and there’s tight, and I think you’re tight enough to strangle my knob right now.”

  Nathan rolled his eyes. “For a start, you can’t feel how tight I am since it’s my fingers inside me, not yours, and even if you could, you do know that’s impossible.”

  “Shut up, Einstein. I’m talking figuratively, not literally.” Rory wondered if their observer was getting off on their banter. But a quick glance to the screen just showed a large, flashing red GET ON WITH IT.

  Impatient bastard. Anyone would think he was paying by the minute.

  Oh wait, he probably was.

  STICK IT TO HIM.

  Okay, Rory could take a hint.

  “Right, let’s do it. Uh, are you ready for this here bad boy?” Felt odd talking about his knob in that way, but what the hell? There was no need to be embarrassed. He was among friends. Well, a friend and an anonymous observer. If you could call Nathan a friend.

  Rory desperately wanted to be able to call him a friend.

  Although judging by what they were about to do, maybe workmate would be a better description.

  GET A MOVE ON!!!

  “All right,” Rory told the screen. “Hold your horses, mate. You don’t want me to hurt him, do you?”

  YEAH, HURT HIM GOOD. STICK HIM HARD SO HE SQUEALS. GIVE HIM IT ROUGH.

  Christ, this bloke was a total bastard. Rory wasn’t about to rape Nathan. Yes, he’d fuck his brains out, but he was going to make it great for both of them. He leant down and stroked the furrows from Nathan’s brow, turning from the camera and speaking softly so as they couldn’t be heard. “We can make it look rougher than it is if you’d like. You know, put on a show for the camera. I don’t really want to hurt you.”

  “Thanks.” The smile that Nathan gave him was breathtaking. Literally. Rory had to remind himself to keep breathing. Deep breaths. Yeah. Okay, they were on the same page.

  “I’m going to ram this big bad fuck stick in you,” he announced for the mic’s benefit, lining his knob up but tipping Nathan off with a wink. “Oh yeah, that’s it.”

  Nathan looked amazing, lying back on the bed all flushed and ready to be fucked. Rory’d have to remember to keep things slow, because all he wanted to do right now was fuck the living daylights out of sexy geek-boy. Oh yeah.

  Rory shifted his body round to shield the action zone from the camera and made a few theatrical hip thrusts and grunts. “Make some noise while I slide in slowly,” he whispered to Nathan, before raising his voice. “Yeah, baby. Feels so lush in your tight little fudge tunnel.”

  “Ahh, give it to me hard, Heisenberg!” Nathan voice cracked like he was trying not to laugh, which was better than the panic Rory had heard earlier. And Nathan’s improved mood was easing everything up, making it easier for Rory to inch his dick inside.

  Rory paused when he was halfway in and swivelled his hips to make things look good for the camera. Which would have a splendid view of his arse and Nathan’s feet up over his shoulders, but not much else. Ha. Serves you right, BigMan bastard.

  Nathan made a weird whimpering sound, that kind of reminded Rory of a horse snickering for oats. Yeah, he’d grown up in the countryside. So what?

  “That’s it, my little fuck-pony. Make some noise. Whinny your appreciation for my mighty purple-headed yoghurt slinger.”

  Okay, that might have been a step too far. Nathan was now on the verge of stifled hysterics.

  “Keep it together, babe,” he mouthed, and suddenly Nathan’s body gave.

  Rory slid deep inside him.

  Bloody hell.

  Shit, that was good.

  So why did Nathan look like he was in pain?

  Chapter Six

  So this was it. Nathan on the bottom, yet again. He wriggled, trying to make himself more comfortable. The duvet was rucked up in an annoying way under the small of his back, but that discomfort was nothing to the way Rory’s girth was stretching him out. Discomfort was the wrong word. They were almost into pain territory.

  Nathan was thankful Rory had made him prep slowly. Any faster and he’d probably have had to bail out. Did people really enjoy this?

  It was only the fact it was Rory inside him that made it bearable. And he didn’t want to scrutinise that thought any further. Nathan didn’t want to examine just how much better suited they were than he and Brett had been, despite Brett having been his intellectual equal.

  As it was he could feel himself getting soft just thinking about his ex.

  Shit, that was no good. That wasn’t t
he way a good cam boy did things.

  Nathan opened his eyes again and forced a smile. “Ooh yeah, that’s good,” he moaned, but he probably didn’t sound all that convincing. Rory was frowning at him anyway. Good thing he was turned away from the camera, as he was mouthing something.

  Are you okay? It looked like. Rory gave a pointed look at Nathan’s flagging erection.

  How could he put it in a porn star way? Nathan wracked his brains, then came up with something. If he could just wrangle the smallest amount of control over the situation…

  “You’ve got such a fat cock,” he complained, but made it sound as sexy as he could. “It stings so good.” He glared at Rory, hoping BigMan wouldn’t pick up on that. He shouldn’t. If Nathan couldn’t see the camera, chances were BigMan couldn’t see enough of him to tell.

  Realisation dawned on Rory’s face. And was that guilt? Rory’s eyebrows were drawing in the way Brett’s used to when Nathan had caught him doing something he shouldn’t have been doing. Messaging other men on Grindr, usually.

  “Yeah, feel my big, fat fuck stick ram into your sweet, tight arse,” Rory said, then gave an apologetic shrug. “You’re gonna need more lube if you want to sit down tomorrow.”

  And then there was a question on Rory’s face. Yes, this was working.

  Nathan smiled in relief. “Give it to me. Give it to me, big boy.” The lube, not your cock, he wanted to add, but luckily Rory was picking up the subtext. Yes, he was probably much better at that kind of thing than Nathan was. Mind you, there were probably blind goat herders in the desert who were better at picking up the subtleties of human facial expressions and emotions than Nathan was.

  Rory picked up the lube and drizzled a copious amount where their bodies met. The cool splash made Nathan’s balls draw up, but it wasn’t too bad. Especially when Rory rubbed it into Nathan’s taint with his fingers, drawing small circles that seemed to travel right into Nathan’s body, hijacking a lift with all the blood now flooding to his dick.

  Yes, that was getting better. Nathan reached out for the organ in question and gave it a few tugs, coaxing it back to something a bit more respectable looking. If lying on your back with some other blokes erection jammed inside your rectum could in any way be described as respectable.

  He had a strange job, it had to be said.

  The thought made him smile.

  “Yeah, that’s better,” Rory said, and when Nathan checked, he was smiling too.

  This time when Rory moved a little, the stinging pain gave way to something warmer.

  “Yes, that’s it. That’s good.” It was surprising how good it was, actually. He looked up to share a smile with Rory again, but he was looking over his shoulder.

  At the computer.

  Oh yes. BigMan.

  All of a sudden Nathan became aware of a dinging sound he’d been unconsciously blocking out.

  “I need to see the screen. What does he want?”

  “Shit, he can’t see us properly. I’m such an amateur.” Rory winked at Nathan then, before turning back to the screen and raising his voice. “Sorry, mate. Hang on. We’re moving.” He started to shuffle them both around, but when Nathan winced, he pulled out carefully with a grimace.

  When Nathan finally got a glimpse of the screen he remembered one of BigMan’s requests for the session. Not surprising, really, considering the way the man had filled up the whole of the chat box with commands for them to do it doggy style.

  He sighed. Okay, not his favourite way to take it, but at least he didn’t have to be tied up or anything. “Over the end of the bed or on the bed?” he asked.

  On the bed. On your forearms and knees.

  Yes, very specific. Nathan could see what sort of image he was going for. Bent down with his head against the mattress was so much more submissive than being up on his hands and knees.

  He gave Rory a pointed look to warn him to pay more attention to the screen. “We’d better give the man what he wants,” he said, just to make it crystal clear. He got himself up onto the bed and assumed the position, making sure he was angled side on, so the camera would get a good view of his arse being ploughed. He looked strange like that. He’d never actually seen himself in that position before, and he looked more vulnerable than he’d have liked. But strangely, he didn’t feel as vulnerable as he’d expected. Perhaps because he was with Rory, and Rory knew how to treat him right.

  “Come on, Heisenberg,” he chided, because the sooner they got going, the sooner it would be over. “Do me good and hard. Conquer me with your big, fat battering ram.” Two could play at bad penis euphemisms.

  Rory was still standing on the floor lazily stroking his own dick, but before he got up on the bed he bent down and grinned at Nathan, before whispering, “I’ll go as gentle as I can get away with, mate.”

  He was sweet, really. Sweeter than Nathan would have imagined to look at him, anyway, what with his whole tattooed, scruffy, bad-boy vibe.

  But Rory didn’t feel so sweet when he got up behind Nathan, slapped him gently on the arse, and told him to prepare for invasion.

  “What, are you going to send in the tanks?” Nathan asked.

  “Nah, I can do better than that. I’ve got a warship,” Rory bragged. “And it’s full of tiny little frogmen, all waiting to burst out and invade virgin land.”

  “I’m not a virgin.” Nathan wanted everyone to be totally clear about that. Well, he wanted Rory to be, anyway. BigMan would probably get a kick out of the thought of him being deflowered on camera.

  Hey, maybe there was a market for that kind of role play? Not on PrivateDick.co.uk, but he could always check out different cam sites.

  But before Nathan could explore that thought any further, the whole world narrowed down to the sensation of Rory’s dick stretching his hole, and then slowly pushing inside him.

  He gasped and the sudden rush of air reminded him to keep breathing. Keep centred. Try to relax, even while his hips were trembling. Rory was being so careful. He could trust him.

  And it was easier this time around. Perhaps because he’d already been stretched out, but after a few seconds Nathan had regained enough control over his body to be able to balance on his head and one arm, using the other to reach back and touch himself.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” Rory encouraged. “Pump that stick of man-meat good and hard.”

  Man-meat! It was juvenile, but Nathan had to stifle a snigger. “I’m pumping,” he responded. “Pumping it hard enough to shoot man-mayonnaise all over the bedsheets. Not that meat can shoot mayonnaise, but you know what I mean.”

  Rory actually snorted with laughter at that and gave Nathan a slap on the backside. But it was only a playful, quite gentle slap, so Nathan didn’t mind.

  A beep reminded him to look up at the screen again, where BigMan was asking them if they were taking this seriously. For crying out loud. Couldn’t Nathan have a bit of fun?

  Luckily Rory seemed to be taking no notice, and as he pumped his hips lazily, his stream of ridiculous dirty talk showed no sign of letting up.

  “Come on, baby, oh yeah. Looks so good seeing my mighty anaconda conquering your secret fudge tunnel.”

  “You’re mixing your metaphors.”

  “Shut up, Einstein. Heisenberg’s gonna make you take his big, bad pistol, right up your chocolate starfish. Oh wait, maybe that should be his big, bad shark up your chocolate starfish. Does that work better? The whole marine theme? ‘Coz I don’t think sticking a pistol in a bullet hole would be as sexy, you know what I mean?

  Nathan squeezed his eyes shut and clamped his jaws to stop the hysterics escaping. “There’s nothing remotely erotic about the term chocolate starfish,” he eventually gasped out, but only to distract himself from the simmering pleasure in his testicles. The way Rory kept brushing his prostate was masterful. Even Nathan couldn’t resist the waves of dizzying sensation.

  “Hmm, I beg to differ.” Rory’s hands moved from Nathan’s hips to spread his arse cheeks wide. “Your ch
ocolate starfish is super sexy. Makes me want to shoot my foamy love brine all over you.”

  This time Nathan had to bury his face in the duvet so his laughs were muffled.

  Rory’s pace built up while Nathan recovered, so that eventually the shakes of laughter transformed into judders of ecstasy racing up and down his spine. He managed to raise his head from the mattress just enough to beg Rory to slow down. “Going to come,” he tried to explain, although it came out sounding all slurred and confused.

  “Yeah, me too.” Thankfully Rory did slow down a little, then slapped Nathan again. A little harder this time, but the endorphins coursing through Nathan’s body masked any pain.

  “Okay, he’s says he’s good and ready for the finale. Flip over, Einstein. We need you on your back for this. He wants to see your face as I come all over your chest.”

  Rory pulled out of him with a groan, and Nathan rolled over as best he was able with a helpful shove from his partner in crime. Good thing too. He seemed to have lost all power in his legs. It was all he could do to control his raging libido, anyway. His balls were on the point of pumping sperm all over him, but he couldn’t do that yet. Had to wait until he was allowed.

  The screen was hard to focus on, but when Nathan eventually made sense of it he groaned in frustration. Rory was allowed to come but he wasn’t. Not yet.

  To distract himself he watched Rory, who knelt over him, pumping his “man-meat” with a frown of concentration. His eyes were closed, his neck corded, and all Nathan wanted was to spend more time watching him like that. The sight was strangely compelling. More attractive than a man on the verge of orgasm had any right to be. Even the flush over Rory’s cheeks and chest suited him.

  Rory groaned then as the first spurt hit Nathan between the nipples. Jet after jet landed on him, but all Nathan could do was watch, transfixed by the expression on Rory’s face. He’d opened his eyes now, no doubt to better aim his ejaculate, but then he met Nathan’s gaze. There was a look of wonder on his face, and Nathan was reminded just how easily those endorphins could trick you into thinking you loved someone just because you’d exchanged bodily fluids.