by A M Snead
“Did Gideon explain that, if this scene goes well, he will want you to do a solo interview? A way of introducing you to the viewers, letting them get to know the real you a little bit?”
“Yeah.” Jack nodded, then released another nervous laugh. “I think I’m more nervous about that than anything else.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I’ve just never been all that comfortable talking about myself. And I think I would prefer to be with someone on camera, rather than be alone.”
“So, you’re a ‘less talk, more action’ kind of guy?” Garrett cocked an eyebrow and grinned. “I can work with that.”
Jack’s stomach went into a frenzy of tickling shock waves that spiraled down to his crotch.
“Here.” Garrett motioned for Jack to sit down on the sofa again, then sat next to him. “We’ll start here. You’ll give a brief introduction in this piece, we’ll talk a little, do some banter-play, let our hands roam freely.” To demonstrate, Garrett lightly rubbed Jack’s thigh, occasionally grazing his crotch. He twisted and faced him then touched the tattoo on Jack’s neck. “I like this. Maybe we’ll discuss your tattoos.” His lips twitched. “And you can show us all the places on your body that you have them.”
Jack smiled and nodded. “I like showing off my ink.”
“That’s good.” Garrett fingered Jack’s t-shirt. “We’ll have you change into a button shirt. There’s just something sexy about unbuttoning a man’s shirt, especially when exposing his tattoos.” He stood up. “After we play a little on the sofa, then we’ll move to the bed.” He motioned Jack to follow him as he walked to the bed. “Lie down.”
Jack did as he was instructed and scooted to the center and lay back. Garrett slowly crawled up over the top of him, hovering on hands and knees. Jack’s heart pounded as the guy’s knee rested between Jack’s thighs and nudged his crotch.
“A large portion of our viewers and fans are women,” Garrett said, “and they like to see lots of kissing and caressing.” He sank down lower, his face just an inch or so from Jack’s. “Do you like to kiss?”
Instinctively, Jack’s tongue darted out and licked his lips. He swallowed hard. “Yeah.”
“Me too,” Garrett murmured then brushed his mouth on Jack’s. The kiss deepened in a hurry as Garrett let his body settle down on top of Jack, his hard crotch pushing against Jack’s pulsing cock. Garrett shifted his hips grinding their crotches. Jack gasped and moaned, running his hands up his back. The kiss broke and Garrett’s breath was quick, a rasp in his voice. “At this point, you will be wearing the other shirt and it will be open, which will give me full access to your chest and stomach. I’ll work my way down your body…” He slid lower, dragging his lips down the front of Jack’s shirt until his face was between Jack’s legs and his mouth against his bulging crotch. Garrett smiled and rubbed his hands over Jack’s straining cock. “I’ll blow you real good, then you’ll return the favor.”
Backing off the bed, Garrett grabbed Jack by the hips and turned him over then ran his hands up over his ass, massaging him through his jeans. “We’ll do some ass play and then”—he moved up over Jack and shoved his crotch against his ass, his chest touching Jack’s back—“get down to business.” He rubbed his lips through the short hairs at the nape of Jack’s neck, causing his skin to tingle and hairline fizzle. “Any questions?” he whispered, kissing the curve of his neck.
His throat working to push out his words, Jack managed a raspy, “No. I…I think I got it.”
Garrett chuckled softly and kissed his ear. “If not…you will.” He laughed and stood up as Jack rolled onto his back. Garrett grabbed his hand and pulled him onto his feet and caught hold of his waist. “You really are so fucking cute.” He kissed him. “Can’t wait to get this party started.” He laughed again and released Jack then smacked his ass lightly. “I’ll get you that shirt.”
As soon as Garrett stepped out, Jack dropped down on the edge of the bed again, legs shaking, crotch throbbing. No, he didn’t expect he would have any problem performing with that man.
2 “The Intro”
“HEY, I’m Garrett North.” Garrett flashed a charming smile and gave a quick wave at the camera. “It’s great to be here again with all of you.” He lounged back casually on the sofa next to Jack and patted Jack’s thigh. “Here with me is a new face.” He leaned closer and snaked his arm around Jack’s neck and squeezed, an evil grin twisting his lips as he flicked an eyebrow. “We’ll just call him Fresh Meat.”
Jack chuckled and hoped his frayed nerves weren’t showing through. “Also known as Jack Heart.”
“Fresh meat sounds more delicious.” Garrett nipped his earlobe.
“Yeah, if you’re a carnivore.” Jack laughed lightly and made a show of trying to tug away from the man.
“Oh, I am most definitely a meat eater.” Garrett grinned, and nibbled Jack’s neck then licked his lips.
A funny tickle played behind Jack’s navel then spiraled down into his crotch. Cameras, camera crew, it didn’t matter—he couldn’t wait to be devoured by this man.
Garrett dropped back against the sofa, drawing Jack with him. His arm curled loosely around Jack’s neck, hand resting lightly on his chest, fingers playing with the top buttons of his shirt. “So, this is your first time shooting a scene, isn’t that right?”
“Yeah.” Jack glanced at the camera self-consciously. “First time.”
“So, you’re like a porn star virgin, huh?” Garrett’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
Jack cleared his throat and laughed softly. “Uh, yeah, I guess you could say that.”
“So.” Garrett winked and patted his chest. “You excited?”
“Mm-hm.” Jack smiled. “I am. I’ve actually wanted to do a scene for some time now.”
“Well, I’m excited to be doing this scene with you,” Garrett said. “You’re very cute.” He raised his hand from Jack’s shoulder and slid his fingers through his hair. “I love your hair,” he said quietly, then shifted and combed his fingers more thoroughly through the strands. “Feels like silk. Beautiful.”
Ducking his head, Jack smiled. “Thanks.” His pulse did funny little kickbacks each time Garrett touched him, and he wondered if that should raise concern. The guy is fucking hot—of course your pulse is gonna spike when he touches you. There’s nothing more to it. You want to fuck him—that’s it.
Withdrawing his arm, Garrett dropped his hand to Jack’s thigh and rubbed casually. “So, you’re coming to us all the way from the West Coast?”
“Yeah.” Jack’s heart pumped harder. The casual caressing was part of the intro. “Southern California.” His arm draped over Garrett’s, his hand resting on the man’s leg. Garrett’s thigh muscles flexed beneath his palm and Jack’s mind suddenly exploded with images of Garrett’s strong, naked body pinning him to the bed. He swallowed thick and loosened his grip when he realized he was clutching his leg. He chanced a quick glance at the guy, and the quirk of a smile on Garrett’s lips along with the fire building in his eyes let Jack know that the man was fully aware of every little reaction on Jack’s part.
“Bet you get some nice weather out there, huh?” Garrett’s fingertips squeezed his inner thigh.
“Yeah, pretty nice.”
Chuckling, Garrett loosened his grip and patted his leg. “Bet it’s nothing like here in Chicago, is it?”
“No.” Jack laughed. His fingers slid down between Garrett’s thighs, discreetly brushing his crotch.
“A lot colder here?” Garrett adjusted his hips, causing his hard cock to push against Jack’s hand.
Jack nodded. “Oh yeah.” A slight rasp raked through his voice and a short laugh escaped him. “I’m kind of concerned that I might freeze my ass off.”
Grinning, Garrett dipped his head and kissed Jack’s neck. “Never fear,” he murmured and lightly cupped Jack’s crotch. “We’ll keep your ass—and everything else—nice and warm.”
“Well that’s comforting.” Jack turned his face toward
Garrett and smiled. Their eyes locked for a split second and an unsettling roil of emotions churned through Jack, causing a fleeting tightness in his chest. With Garrett’s mouth right there, not even a full inch away, Jack was about to steal the kiss he was craving when Garrett touched a fingertip to his neck.
Jack shifted and glanced at the camera, remembering where they were, that eyes were on them.
“I like this,” Garrett said, tracing his finger along the tattoo on his neck. “What is this? Looks like a woman’s face…” He swirled his fingertip lightly against Jack’s skin, causing a pleasant shiver to race through him.
“With a rose in her hair.” Jack nodded.
“This one’s nice.” He ran his fingertip over Jack’s upper right arm, following the lines that made up the two dragons encircling a cross, then rubbed the back of his fingers along his skin down to his forearm where a tattoo of hearts and delicate designs snaked up to his elbow. “Lovely.” Garrett smiled then reached across his chest and touched the tattoo on his left bicep; two hearts depicting an angel and a devil. “Is there a story behind all these tattoos?”
Jack hesitated, trying to decide how much of the story he should tell. Now really wasn’t the time for the emotional baggage tied to his ink. “I got them for my twin sister, Jill.” He forced his tone to remain light.
“Wait.” Garrett chuckled and held up his hand. “Your parents named you and your sister Jack and Jill?”
“Yeah, well.” Jack shook his head. “They thought it was cute.”
“It is cute.” Garrett pecked him on the lips with a quick, unexpected kiss. “Like you.”
His tongue slipping out to lick his lips, pulse quivering, Jack smiled and cleared his throat then indicated the tattoo on his left bicep. “This one here, with the two hearts, was Jill’s favorite.” He chuckled low. “We always argued about which one of us was the angel and which one was the devil.”
Garrett grinned, his fingers teasing the hair at the nape of Jack’s neck. “Well, I got to say…I hope you’re the devil.”
“I can be.” Jack smiled wryly.
“Do you have any more tattoos…” Garrett’s eyes slid down Jack’s body. He plucked teasingly at the buttons of Jack’s shirt. “…concealed on your body?”
“Maybe.”
Casting a glance at the camera, Garrett grinned. “Can we see?”
Jack swallowed thickly; time for chitchat was about over. Garrett’s request to see his “hidden” tattoos was the cue that they would be implementing more action into the introduction. Jack smiled and unfastened two top buttons of his shirt and opened it just a little to reveal a small, circular tattoo in a spiral design.
“Mm.” Garrett ran his thumb over the inked skin then leaned down and kissed it, the tip of his slick tongue swirling, following the spiral path. Jack sucked in a deep breath, his chest swelling beneath Garrett’s mouth, then released it on a shaky breath. Garrett peeled Jack’s shirt open a little further, dragging the pad of his thumb over Jack’s left nipple, which instantly stiffened to his touch. When Garrett raised his head, his hand remained half inside Jack’s shirt as he lightly teased the hard bud. “Is that all?”
Eyes growing heavy with want, Jack shook his head slowly.
“I have a couple myself.” Garrett smiled. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
A smile quirked Jack’s lips. “Deal.”
Drawing back, Garrett grinned and unfastened the top few buttons of his shirt. He had traded in his tropical print for a plain black shirt that complemented his deep tan. He opened his shirt halfway down, revealing an intricate black-lined tattoo design that stretched across his upper chest.
Jack reached out and lightly traced his fingertips over the lines. The man’s pec muscles were hard as stone and flexed under Jack’s touch. His fingers tingled against Garrett’s heated skin and as his palm caressed his left pectoral, he felt the solid thump of the guy’s heart, noted the pulse in his throat. Was he really as excited about this scene as Jack was? His thumping heartbeat and quickening breath insisted he was.
“I like it,” Jack spoke low with a smile. “Very…masculine and sexy.”
Garrett chuckled and plucked loose a couple more of Jack’s buttons. Another circular tattoo appeared on his upper abdomen, similar to the other but with a slightly different design. A low groan crept up Garrett’s throat and he dipped his head down, first kissing the tattoo then again tracing the pattern with his wet tongue. Jack’s stomach jumped and quivered and his hand went into the man’s hair as he leaned back against the sofa, eyes partially closed.
As Garrett’s tongue followed the inked maze, his fingers worked open the remainder of Jack’s shirt, revealing a trail of the circular tattoos that led down beneath the waist of his jeans. Another groan slipped out of Garrett and he began to follow the path downward, his tongue pushing under the snap of Jack’s jeans. His abdomen jerked, and Garrett chuckled low then raised his head. “I guess it’s my turn to show you mine again.”
Jack swallowed unsteadily, his stomach still tingling from Garrett’s tongue, residue of saliva creating cool patches on his skin. Garrett opened his shirt all the way and Jack’s eyes dropped to his lower stomach where a tattoo much like the one on Jack’s chest circled Garrett’s navel. Jack smiled and touched it, caressed it, causing Garrett’s ab muscles to twitch and jump as well.
“Mmm,” Garrett moaned when Jack leaned down and teased all around his navel with his tongue. When the tip dipped into the shallow depression, Garrett flinched hard and groaned louder. His hand rested on the back of Jack’s head, his hips shifting on the sofa cushions. Jack slipped his hand between the man’s thighs and slowly massaged his hard cock. “Yeah…” Garrett pushed against Jack’s palm. “Mmm…”
Jack dragged his tongue sensually up the center of Garrett’s stomach and upward to his throat. Garrett ducked his head and grabbed Jack’s mouth, kissing him hard, and then his hands were inside Jack’s shirt, exploring his body. Jack gasped when Garrett gripped his crotch and rubbed, squeezing his cock through his jeans. “Fuck,” he breathed shakily and raked his fingers down Garrett’s chest.
“My thoughts exactly,” Garrett murmured. He popped open Jack’s pants then dropped down and kissed all over his lower abdomen as he massaged Jack’s hard dick through the denim then pushed down the front of his pants and band of his briefs just enough to allow the head of Jack’s cock to peek out.
“Mmp!” Jack bit his lip then groaned as Garrett flicked his tongue against the tip of his member then sucked on the head. His fingers dug into Garrett’s hair, gripping the back of his head. “God…”
Grinning, Garrett shifted and dragged his wet tongue all the way up Jack’s body then grabbed his mouth again, thrusting his tongue inside. His hand went inside Jack’s pants and he stroked Jack’s cock.
“Uhmm,” Jack moaned into Garrett’s mouth and lifted his hips, moving with the motion of his hand.
Garrett pulled his tongue out slowly, letting it slip across the surface of Jack’s tongue, then his lips. He sucked Jack’s lower lip, then the top, and kissed him again. He panted against Jack’s throbbing lips when he withdrew from the kiss and whispered, “Ready to fuck?”
♥
The cameras stopped rolling momentarily with an audible “cut” from the director. Garrett tucked Jack’s cock back down snug into his jeans and grinned. “We’ll just put him away for a minute.” Leaving Jack’s pants unfastened, Garrett stood up and pulled Jack to his feet with him.
Gideon, who had been watching from behind the camera, walked forward, smiling. “That was great. Very nice, natural repartee between the two of you.”
“Well.” Garrett draped his arm over Jack’s shoulder, a smirk on his lips. “It’s flowing so well because we’re not really acting, are we, Jack?” Garrett squeezed Jack against his side and kissed his ear. “We really want to fuck each other, don’t we, gorgeous?”
His lips tight, Jack smiled. It was no lie when he replied, “Mm-h
m.” Whether Garrett was just goofing off or if he truly, honestly wasn’t play-acting, Jack couldn’t be sure. But the idea that the man hadn’t simply been playing to the camera moments ago on the sofa spiked Jack’s pulse and hardened his cock a bit more.
Gideon chuckled. “Even better.” Garrett’s arm slipped away as Gideon gripped Jack’s shoulder in a friendly, almost fatherly manner as the three of them walked to the bed. “But this is where you will prove yourself.” He winked at Jack. “Impress me, baby.”
Until this point in his life, Jack had never questioned his skill between the sheets. He wasn’t a “slut” but he’d had enough boys compliment his performance for him to feel confident that, when he crawled into bed with a guy, he wasn’t going to disappoint. But that was in his everyday private life. Performing in front of cameras, with a score of viewers ready to scrutinize his every move—literally—and on top of that trying to impress the boss man…Jack was suddenly mentally reviewing every time he had banged a guy. Was he really as good at it as he liked to think he was? He’d watched enough of Gideon’s boys on film to know they were extremely talented. Gideon only hired the best. Had he been presumptuous in assuming he could keep up and perform with the pros?
“I’ll do my best.” Jack cleared his throat and smiled, hoping the man didn’t detect his sudden bout of uncertainty.
Gideon squeezed his shoulder lightly. “That’s all anyone can ask of a man,” he quipped. He withdrew his hand. “Five minutes and then we start shooting.”
“You’re not getting nervous on me now, are you?” Garrett’s lips twisted teasingly as Gideon left them to speak with the camera crew. “Kind of late to be shy.”
“I’m…” Jack ducked his head and laughed softly. “Maybe I am feeling the pressure.”
“No, trust me.” Garrett grinned. “When you feel the pressure, you won’t be thinking about the boss or anyone else.” He slid his fingers through Jack’s hair, cupped his head then planted a firm kiss on his mouth. “You’ll only be thinking about me.”