Keeping Sweets

by Cate Ashwood

  Les chose that moment to insert his two cents. “Not at all, sugar, in fact, that is a very, very good thing. Our members are going to love you.”

  Bran leaned in closer to Evan. “You sure you want to do this? I mean, you might be in a bit over your head with all this.”

  Evan looked even more embarrassed but hardened his expression to one of neutrality. “I’ll be fine.”

  Bran hoped Evan knew what he was doing, but he wasn’t the kid’s keeper. He was eighteen, old enough to make his own decisions.

  “Alright, let’s keep going then.” Bran put his game face back on and smiled at Evan.

  “So, Jackson, are you straight, gay, bi?”

  “The jury’s still out on that one. My theory is gay, but I’ve never had a chance to test it out.”

  “This should be interesting, then.” Bran gave him what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “Why don’t we get a bit more relaxed; can you take your shirt off for me?”

  “Sure.” Evan reached behind him and dragged his T-shirt up over his head once more. His stomach muscles tensed with the effort and Bran felt the effect the boy’s body had on him again. He felt himself harden inside his shorts. He hadn’t expected getting it up this afternoon. He hadn’t taken his little blue pill. This was all Evan. Bran was impatient to see all of him.

  “Nice. You work out a lot?”

  “Not really. Not at all. Good genes I guess.”

  “Why don’t we see how good the rest of your genes are? Why don’t you take off your pants?”

  Evan stood and undid his belt, then wiggled a little as his jeans pooled on the floor at his feet. He kicked them away and sat back on the couch. Instinctively, he reached for his rigid shaft and stroked slowly to bring it to full length.

  Bran was having a hard time concentrating on the questions he was supposed to be asking. “Even nicer. You have quite the body. What are your stats?”

  “Uhh, I’m about five seven and about 125 pounds. I’m pretty small.”

  Bran gave an easy laugh. “You’re not small everywhere.”

  Evan smiled and nodded. “Lucky with proportions. Dick looks bigger because I’m so small.”

  “I dunno about that. Looks good to me. Should we see what you can do with it?”

  Evan raised his eyebrows, which made him look tempting as sin. Bran absolutely wanted to attack him, show him how good it can be when two people want it, and Bran definitely wanted it.

  Evan’s breathing was already becoming ragged as he dragged his fist up and down. Bran flushed with desire. He needed to remember the rules. He wouldn’t get attached. He would keep this compartmentalized.

  Get yourself under control, Bran, he mentally castigated himself.

  He pulled off his own T-shirt, trying to lower his temperature and get his body back under control. His cock was pressing insistently against his zipper, begging to come out. He was used to coming multiple times per day and he hadn’t gotten off at all today. It was borderline painful.

  Evan had increased his speed, his breathing quickening along with the rhythm of his strokes. His eyes fell closed as his head bobbed back, mouth open slightly. He was far too tempting not to touch.

  Bran reached over and ran his hand from Evan’s knee to hip, feeling the soft skin, the light dusting of pale hair, and the tensing of muscles beneath his palm. Watching Evan’s expression carefully for any signs of discomfort, he allowed himself to continue lightly trailing his fingertips farther north over his left nipple.

  Evan let out a small moan of pleasure. So, he had sensitive nipples. Bran could work with that. He leaned over and placed his lips on the side of Evan’s neck. He sucked gently, eliciting more moans from Evan, who was now so far gone in his pleasure that all he could do was feel.

  That was exactly what Bran wanted him to do. Feel good. He pressed gentle kisses down his neck and over his shoulder before dropping lower to lave and suckle at his nipple. Evan lost it then, increasing his pace and thrusting up into each counter movement of his hand.

  The sound of Les’s voice shook them both from the erotic spell that enveloped them.

  “Noah, pull Jackson into your lap. Touch him.”

  Bran lifted his head and looked at Evan, raising his eyebrows in question. Evan’s pupils were blown and his gaze glassy with need, but he managed to give a slight nod. That was all the permission Bran needed.

  He reached over, hooked Evan under the armpits, and pulled him into his lap. The few inches difference in height made for a perfect fit. Bran reached beside the couch for the bottle of lube they kept there. He poured a healthy amount into his palm and pulled Evan’s hand away to replace it with his own. Gripping tightly, he ran his fingers over Evan for the first time. Evan hissed and arched against him, bucking up into his hand.

  “Oh my God, Noah. So good. So, so good,” he whimpered.

  The friction of Evan’s ass against Bran’s raging erection was torturous. It felt good, but wasn’t enough to give him the relief he craved. He used his other hand to push Evan’s hips back down, holding him close against his body. He could feel the heat rising off the boy, driving his passion to a fever pitch.

  He once again tried desperately to get his own body under control. This wasn’t about him. This was Evan’s first time, and he wanted to make it as good as possible. He leaned forward and brushed soft kisses against Evan’s temple.

  “Shhhh, it’s okay, just relax and let me take care of you.”

  Evan let his head fall back against Bran’s shoulder, surrendering his body to him to do with what he pleased. Bran wanted desperately to bury himself inside the younger man’s body.

  He could feel Evan trembling with the need for release. He was close. Bran could feel it. He snaked his hand down and pressed his fingers firmly against the sensitive skin behind Evan’s balls. Evan cried out as he came. Thick ropes of come splashed over his stomach and coated his abs and Bran’s fingers.

  Bran slowed his strokes to bring Evan down slowly. He laid kisses along his neck and shoulders as Evan relaxed back against him.

  That was so hot Bran had almost come in his pants. He needed to get a grip before he lost it entirely. Maybe one too many years of denying any sort of connection with the guys he worked with had come back to bite him in the ass. He was going to have a hard time denying the attraction he felt for this one.

  Chapter 3

  THE afternoon sun was slanting through the threadbare curtains when Evan collapsed into the chair, dazed by the events of the day. Les had insisted that since he hadn’t come from his own hand, it qualified as a handjob and therefore paid an extra hundred. Evan certainly wasn’t going to argue.

  He reached over and pulled the folder with all his Sonic paperwork from his backpack. Reading over the contract, he was a bit confused by some of the sexual acts that were listed. There were some things on there he had never heard of before. Sure, he was a virgin, but he wasn’t naïve. He would have to Google some of the terms.

  The thought of doing much more than he’d done today scared him a little. To be honest, though, if someone had asked him two days ago if he would let another guy bring him off on camera, he would have answered with an adamant no. It was different with Noah, though. In the heat of the moment, it had seemed okay. It felt right. And even now he was having a hard time digging up any feeling of regret. He had never come so hard in his life, barely conscious as he came back down from his orgasm.

  He had no idea it could be like that. Now that he knew, he was a little more than curious to see what else he had been missing. With the memory of his new experiences, he was hard again in no time. He brought to mind the faceless body he usually thought of while he touched himself. This time, the only person he could see was Noah. He remembered the way Noah had felt behind him, his erection pressing into his ass. Rather than being a distraction, it had made him hotter, more desperate to come.

  It had taken everything in him not to reach around to feel Noah’s cock, skin on skin. His preoccupation with No
ah had to be because his only real sexual experience had been with him.

  He resolved himself to this explanation and allowed his mind to conjure images of Noah. He reached under the covers and took himself in hand, remembering the way Noah looked at him right before he hauled him into his lap. His handsome face showed hunger and need, which was the biggest turn on of all.

  Evan had never had someone look at him like that before. He had thought Noah was handsome on the website, while in person he was breathtakingly gorgeous. Tall and built, he looked like the all-American boy next door. Effortlessly messy blond hair, tanned skin, and blue eyes made him seem real and approachable.

  Evan fisted his erection, once, twice before he came in staccato bursts. His head lolled back against his chair as he struggled to calm his pounding heart. He’d had two explosive orgasms in as many hours. If this was only his introduction to being in porn, he couldn’t wait to see what it would be like to be fully entrenched in the job.

  Of course it was temporary. He would get in, get off, get out, and get away with enough money to make it through the first few semesters of college. If this went well, he might be able to do some filming during summers—enough to get him through the year—then once he graduated, he would be able to make a new life for himself.

  He felt lighter. The worries that usually weighted him down and dragged him under seemed less heavy tonight. He had been through enough shit during the first eighteen years; he figured he deserved something good to happen to him. It was tough to be optimistic after years of being beaten down and told you were worthless, but if Evan could get away from Fairfax, make something of himself, maybe he could be happy for the first time in his life.

  It had been so long since he had had a reprieve from such worries. He was looking forward to the trip for that reason alone.

  Well, maybe not only that reason.

  Remembering the card Les had given him before he left to catch his bus back to the motel, Evan pulled it out of his pocket and typed the website address into his browser.

  Noah’s crooked smile greeted him on the main page. He clicked on the login section and typed in his username and password. The next page loaded, showing different categories of videos and different sections for all the boys. He clicked on Noah’s first. Hundreds of thumbnails loaded onto the screen. The temperature in the room seemed to increase twenty degrees. Evan couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face at the familiar figure on the screen.

  Evan clicked on the first video and popped his headphones into his ears. Noah’s face smiled back at him again. That little teasing smile was starting to become familiar to Evan.

  Soon, the smile was replaced with the image of Noah kissing another man. Noah’s left hand threaded through the man’s hair, while the other was on his ass, pulling him close and grinding their hips together. He kept watching as Noah stripped the smaller man down, piece by piece, licking and kissing as he went. Evan’s belly felt hot, unsettled. He wanted something, but he couldn’t pinpoint the focus of his desire. The man had fallen to his knees and pulled at Noah’s belt, then freed him from his boxers.

  Evan had only felt what Noah was hiding in his pants; he hadn’t seen it. His first glimpse left him feeling a bit lightheaded and dizzy. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, though. The man licked at Noah’s cock before taking it all into his mouth. Noah moaned with appreciation. Soon, eyes glazed, he was panting and ready to come. The man stopped. Evan exhaled. He hadn’t realized he had been holding his breath, waiting to see Noah come.

  Evan wanted to see it. He didn’t think about it, just clicked forward in the video to near the end. Noah was buried inside the other man’s body, pounding into him with even, determined thrusts. The other man’s head was thrown back and he was moaning loudly. He was clearly enjoying himself, hand on his own erection, tugging frantically. The man erupted, semen flowing onto his hand just before Noah pulled out and stroked his own cock, mixing his come with the other man’s.

  Evan spent the next few hours watching more videos, clicking on the earlier ones that Noah had done. The man fascinated him. He had seen very few videos of the other guys. They just didn’t interest him in the same way.

  As one of the pages loaded, Evan was shocked to see how young Noah had looked. He was tall and skinny, lanky, with shaggy hair and a cocky attitude. Still, the warm smile was the same, and the friendly blue eyes were there. He clicked on the first video, Noah’s casting couch. He looked all of about sixteen years old. Evan listened carefully to his interview, discreetly tucking away the information for later.

  Noah was from South Dakota, and had moved to Idaho after he graduated. He had been fifteen when he had sex for the first time, and despite his small stature at the time, he enjoyed topping more than bottoming. Evan was proud that he knew what those terms meant. He had received quite the education over the past few hours. His horizons were just a little bit broader than they had been last week.

  Noah liked to play sports, particularly hockey and soccer, and his favorite body part on a man was his hands. Evan stretched his fingers out in front of him. He had never really taken much notice of his before, but looking at them, he saw they were large in proportion to his size, with thick veins running over the backs and blunt tipped fingers. He had no idea if they were nice hands, but he hoped Noah liked them.

  His eyes refocused to the screen as he watched Noah make himself hard. He stroked slowly up and down. Evan was rapt with attention, trying to memorize each and every minute movement. Noah pulled up, swiped his thumb across the tip, and swirled the glistening drop of precome under the ridge. The down stroke was tight, firm, but on the upstroke, Noah twisted his wrist slightly.

  Evan was mesmerized and felt like he was about to burst from need. He restarted the video. When Noah began to touch himself, Evan slipped his hands down his body, feeling the warmth of his own touch across his skin as his fingers delved beneath the soft cotton of his boxers. He took himself in hand and mimicked Noah’s movements. Up, then down, slowly at first and then more quickly, finally adding the little twist at the end.

  Holy God. The feeling of his hand stroking with the sight of Noah’s strong hands moving over hard flesh was overwhelming. He could almost imagine it was Noah’s hand on him again, moving more quickly now, bringing him higher and higher, closer to the edge.

  When Evan finally fell over, his muscles were shaking with exertion and lust. He hadn’t lasted quite as long as Noah, who shook with his own release a few minutes later. Evan couldn’t move. He was submerged in the heavy weight of confusing emotions he was not yet ready to examine.

  He tried to remain ignorant as to why he felt so compelled to see as much of Noah as he could, but by the time evening fell, Evan was sure he had learned every inch of Noah’s body.

  Educating himself about the different terms on his contract had been eye-opening. On the one hand, he still couldn’t believe that people did some of those things to one another, but on the other, after watching the videos and seeing the reactions of the men, he was curious as to what it would feel like. They had to do it all for a reason, right?

  All he knew was that he was tired and didn’t want to wake up to a stiff back and dried semen all over his stomach. He reluctantly rose and walked to the bathroom to clean himself up with the rough, over-washed towels before climbing into bed and cocooning himself in the scratchy sheets.

  He was too tired to care though, and all too quickly, sleep claimed him.

  THE next morning, Evan awoke for the first time in years without his alarm clock. Staring at the red numbers illuminated beside him, he realized he had slept in. It wasn’t like he had much to do. School was finished and the Sonic shoot wouldn’t begin for a few more days, but Evan needed to get to the clinic to be tested.

  He knew he was clean. Abstinence will do that for you, but Les needed the paperwork no matter what, and he didn’t want anything to go wrong.

  He was still incredibly nervous about the whole thing and a little un
sure he could actually go through with any of it, but sometimes necessity overrules everything else, and he was determined to make it work one way or another. Besides, the first scene he had done hadn’t been too bad. It was actually nice that Noah had been there.

  Evan had been afraid when Noah had stopped the taping that he would send him away altogether, but once they got back to shooting, the way Noah touched him, held him, and whispered to him, set him at ease and made the whole experience a little bit less difficult. He hoped Noah would be the one who would be there for his first few scenes at the house. Not that he had a whole lot of experience in the area, but Evan doubted he would feel as at ease with many of the other guys.

  There was just something about Noah that drew him in. He had never met anyone like him before. He hadn’t spent too much time around the guy, but felt he knew him a bit better from watching the videos online. He needed to stop thinking about him, though. He felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, which was so confusing for him because he had spent less than an hour total with the guy. And, while for half of that hour Noah had his hand on Evan’s dick, he needed to pull himself together.

  Soon enough the shoot at Newport would come and go, and then Evan would be off to school and would likely never see Noah again. Right now he felt a little sad at the idea of that, but Evan was used to people disappearing from his life. Maybe it would be easier to be the one who disappeared.

  Evan decided to try not to think about it too much over the next few days or he was likely to drive himself insane before he even got to Newport. He pulled on his coat, shoved his feet into his running shoes, and left to catch the bus downtown to the clinic.

  Chapter 4

  BRAN woke up to the sun streaming in through his window. He was still tired. He wanted to throw the covers back up over his head and give himself over to sleep for a few more hours, but there was far too much to do to get ready for the trip to Newport in a few days.