Caught on Camera: Part Five

by Lily Harlem

“Cool.” Reece took a slug of beer and hit Play on the remote.

  A copyright page flashed over the screen then a bold pencil-drawn cock with Gay Porn Productions written at the tip, as if the writing was spunk bursting out.

  “Tom’s company,” Cade said.

  “Yeah.” Reece placed his beer down. “Fuck, I feel a bit nervous. Do you?”

  “A bit.” Cade grinned. “I didn’t last time, but this…”

  “What?” Reece frowned.

  “It feels kind of personal. Know what I mean?”

  “Yeah, it’s us, starting out.”

  “Exactly.” Cade placed his iPhone on the table next to the sofa, along with his drink. “It’s us at the beginning of our relationship.”

  Reece nodded. “I like that, though.”

  “What?” Cade tipped his head and frowned.

  “Us, relationship.”

  “Me too, and I meant it, you know.”

  “Meant what?”

  Cade reached for Reece’s hand and pulled his knuckles to his mouth. “About your demons. I’ll help you fight them. I’ve got some too. We’ll do this together.”

  Reece nodded, a little fast and a little stiffly. “Yes. Thanks.”

  “Don’t say thanks. It’s my job.”

  Reece laughed at the repeat of the words he’d heard when he was coming down from his high. “The decorator and the gardener, eh? Who’d have thought?”

  “The newest porn stars on the block.” Cade nodded at the screen. “Look. Here we go.”

  Reece pulled in a deep breath and on screen saw himself walk into a darkened room. It was a bedroom filled with solid wooden furniture and there was a bright light spilling from a doorway beyond a bed covered in black sheets and red rose petals.

  “Opening scene,” Cade said.

  “Mmm.”

  Reece looked good, smart, and his head was held high. The clothes Donna had put him in to play a lawyer fresh from the courts fitted him perfectly and their quality was obvious.

  “Timothy, is that you?”

  “Turn it up,” Cade said.

  “Yep.” Reece pressed the volume button on the remote.

  “Yeah, and I’m so sorry I’m late, Jenson.”

  His own voice was louder but it sounded a bit weird. He wasn’t used to listening to himself.

  “The jury took ages deliberating and the trial went on forever but it’s done now and another win in the bag.”

  “That’s great news.”

  Cade appeared on screen, the backlight of the bathroom spread around him and making him look like some bad boy angel—the way Reece had known it would when they’d filmed this first bit.

  “Yes. I’m glad it’s over and a whole week off now to look forward to.”

  Cade walked toward Reece’s on screen self.

  “You look so fucking hot,” Reece said, squeezing Cade’s hand. “No wonder I couldn’t resist fucking you.”

  Cade laughed. “Yeah, off script there but it worked. Or at least it did at the time. Let’s see now, shall we?”

  “Oh, it will.” Reece grinned. He was enjoying himself already. A pleasant warmth was collecting in his groin and the welts on his arse were tingling.

  On screen Cade smiled, touched Reece’s shoulder a little and pressed. Reece turned and his profile came into view on the camera. He’d been standing at the wrong angle but Cade had corrected his position.

  “Just as well you had an idea what you were doing,” Reece huffed.

  “I’m only a movie ahead of you.”

  “I suppose.”

  “Yes, a whole week off to relax and be together. Starting with tonight.”

  Reece watched as his image reached up and cupped Cade’s cheek, the one that was on the opposite side to the way the shot was being taken.

  “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

  He saw himself lean in and kiss Cade.

  “Fuck, we look so into each other,” Cade said.

  “We are.” Reece took a mouthful of his beer and acknowledged his rapidly growing erection. “I think I might need to fuck while we watch this.”

  “Damn, you’re insatiable,” Cade said with a laugh.

  “Are you complaining?”

  “No. I’m the happiest man on the planet.”

  Reece let his smile slide. “Really?”

  Cade nodded, his face also suddenly serious. “Yes, really.”

  Reece moved across and grabbed him by the shoulders. He pressed his lips to Cade’s and kissed him hard.

  “I’ve made us a bedroom picnic.”

  “We’re going to have a living room picnic,” Reece murmured against Cade’s lips. “And I want you for dessert.”

  “You’ve got me. Whatever course you want me for. Starter, main or dessert.”

  “Mmm…” Reece ran his hand down Cade’s chest. “Well I’ve already had starter.”

  “Hang on.” Cade pulled away. “I have you something else for you.”

  “What?”

  “Another present.”

  “You can’t keep getting me presents.” Reece tugged his arm. “Besides, I only want you.”

  Cade laughed. “Yeah, but I promised you this already.”

  “You did?”

  Cade dipped into his bag and pulled out a package wrapped in a brown paper bag.

  “What’s that?” Reece asked, frowning.

  “A toy you said you really wanted to own.” Cade jiggled his eyebrows. “And play with.”

  “Is it…?” Reece had a pretty good idea now. It was the vibrating butt plug that he’d adored in the final scene of the movie.

  “Yeah.” Cade pulled it out of the packaging. “It is—the same model and everything.”

  Reece felt his heart trip. Damn, that had been one of the most intense sensations ever. And now he had one.

  He glanced at the screen.

  “You tasted good then,” Cade said, pointing at the image of him sucking strawberry juice from Reece’s abdomen. “Better when I went lower.”

  Reece licked his lips, remembering the champagne and strawberry flavors. He then reached for the button on his jeans. “So, are we gonna get naked?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  Reece shoved at his trousers and his cock sprung out, thick and hard.

  “I don’t know what I did before I met you,” Cade said, eyeing Reece’s dick.

  “I know… Me neither.”

  “It hasn’t been long but it feels like forever.”

  Reece smiled and shoved his trousers off. He gripped his T-shirt and dragged it over his head. “Forever starts now.”

  “It really fucking does.” Cade pointed at the floor in front of the TV. “Get down there and I’ll get this in.”

  “Fuck, really? Just like that?”

  Cade laughed. “Yes, really. Just like that. You’re an orgasm behind. Let’s make this even.”

  Reece watched for a moment as Cade peeled the big plug from its packaging. Cade then pulled a tube of lube from his bag and waggled it at Reece. “I’m waiting,” he said with a sexy tilt of his lips.

  “Not anymore.” Reece did as he’d been instructed and fell to his hands and knees in front of the TV.

  On screen he was getting an amazing blow job. His cock surged watching it. The camera was up close and every vein on his dick was in full view, as was Cade’s tongue as he licked root to tip.

  “Ah, fuck, look at that,” Reece groaned, reaching for his shaft. “You blow so well.”

  “Glad you think so.”

  A rustle of clothes told Reece that Cade was also getting naked. He was happy to slowly rub his cock and watch as Cade, on the TV, took him deep to the back of his throat.

  Reece noticed how his own abdominal muscles were tense and defined when Cade’s had him at full depth, and he adored the way Cade’s lips, at the corners, were stretched thin and pale around his girth.

  He let out a moan of longing. Damn, he’d never get enough.

  “You okay there?” Cade asked, ru
bbing his palms over Reece’s back.

  “Yeah, it’s just…”

  “What?” Cade put his lips over Reece’s ear. “It’s just what? Tell me.”

  “Amazing to see it like that. So close. Your mouth on me.”

  For a moment Cade was still, as though concentrating on the steamy on screen image too.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he said, a little breathlessly. “It is. Really amazing.”

  “I’m going to fuck you in a minute,” Reece said.

  “I hope so.”

  Reece released a strained laugh. “I meant on here, on the movie, but in real life? Well, if you want it, that can also be arranged.”

  “You know I want it,” Cade said. “And I want you to fuck me with this in.” As Cade had spoken, he’d run the head of the butt plug down the length of Reece’s spine. “Fuck me while you’re full and buzzing and insane with want.”

  “I’m already insane with want.” Reece bowed the center of his back, shoving his arse up and out. “Ah, look. Now you’re going to turn around and show me your hole. Watch.”

  Reece heard himself speak on screen.

  “That was good. And your mouth on me always makes me want to fuck you.”

  A flash of surprise went over Cade’s face and it wasn’t acting.

  It was supposed to be Cade fucking Reece—or rather Jenson fucking Timothy—but Reece had decided it was his turn to top.

  “You want to fuck me?”

  “Oh yeah, so turn your cute arse around and let me get you ready.”

  On screen Cade turned his big body to face the end of the bed, shifting the petals on the sheets as he got to his hands and knees.

  “Look at you. No wonder Tom grabbed you for his movies,” Reece said. “You look fucking incredible. So hot.”

  “Thanks,” Cade said, rubbing the plug down Reece’s cleft. “Not so bad yourself.”

  “Mmm,” Reece murmured as the plug skimmed over his arsehole. “Just do it.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  “Don’t worry. I will,” Cade said. “You watch the TV while I lube you up.”

  Reece continued to slowly tug on his erection as he watched the movie. On screen, Cade was in the position he was in now, hands and knees, arse up.

  Jack had the camera close, zoning in on Cade’s arsehole that was exposed and visible because of the way Reece was parting his buttocks.

  “Oh, so ready for me. And so in need of my dick.”

  “Oh God.”

  Reece licked his lips. He knew what was coming next and it had driven Cade wild.

  “Oh, yeah, look…” he gasped, watching as he set the tip of his tongue at the top of Cade’s crack then slowly dragged it down.

  “Fuck,” Cade said. “That was intense.”

  Reece didn’t answer. It was just as intense witnessing it again. Jack had caught all the action. The detail was exquisite as he slipped his tongue low, low and lower until it rested over Cade’s tight pucker. Moaning, long and deep, he circled his tongue over the taut wrinkles of skin that surrounded Cade’s hole. He lapped over it then kissed across his buttocks before coming back and giving it more attention.

  “Fucking hell. Ain’t never seen anything like that before,” Cade said from behind him.

  “Hot as hell.”

  “Yeah. Look at me trembling. I thought I was going to collapse. And then when you did that…”

  Reece had wound his hand through Cade’s thighs and captured his cock.

  “Ah fuck. Careful.”

  “I thought I was going to spurt my load right then. Good job you backed off after a few seconds.”

  “It was so sexy to have you on the edge like that.”

  “I was on the edge all right.”

  “Ah, fuck…” Reece gasped and jolted forward. He’d been caught up in the movie action. “Cold.”

  “Gotta have lube,” Cade said, rubbing chilly, slippery lubrication around Reece’s anus.

  “Yeah.”

  “Keep watching,” Cade said. “Keep watching yourself fuck me.”

  “I am.”

  On screen, Reece was rolling on a condom. His expression was serious, focused and he remembered back to the moment. All he’d been able to think of was sinking deep into Cade for the first time. It hardly even mattered that they were being filmed.

  “This is such a great Valentine’s treat.”

  “Fucking you is always a treat. Are you ready for it?”

  Reece watched as he slid one finger into Cade’s arse.

  At the same time Cade, behind him, rode knuckle-deep into his back passage.

  Reece sighed. “Yeah, that’s it. That—and more.”

  “It’s coming.”

  Reece stared, unblinking as his finger, big on the TV, slid in and out of Cade a few more times before he added another.

  The camera was so close, not missing any erotic detail.

  “Ah, yeah, open up for me back here, like I am on there,” Cade said, excitement lacing his voice. “A bit more, for the plug.”

  “Go for it. I need it,” Reece said. His skin was tingling, that feeling he got when he needed filling.

  “Yeah, that’s what you look like right now, with my fingers stretching you,” Cade said. “Watch it. Feel it.”

  “Yes.” Reece panted through the burn as Cade eased him wider and wider, making V-shapes with his fingers. It was the same as the action on the movie.

  On screen, Cade moaned and shook.

  Reece did the same on the living room floor.

  “Shh, here you go,” Cade said, pulling his fingers out. “It’s here.”

  The domed head of the plug sat at his anus.

  Reece let his head droop downward and he stared at the carpet.

  “No, the TV,” Cade said sternly. “Watch it. Watch yourself finger-fucking me.”

  Reece moaned and did as he was told. The plug was being eased into him, elongating his sphincter and filling his passage.

  “Oh, yeah…” he gasped.

  On TV he had three fingers in Cade now and was sweeping around, searching for his prostate.

  He gasped as the plug slid over his nub, sending a deep, dense sensation flooding through his pelvis. There was no going back once that feeling had been woken. He had to find satisfaction.

  “Ah…ah…yeah. That’s it. Please, now fuck me.”

  On screen Cade was desperate.

  Reece pulled on his cock a little firmer and a little quicker. He was building up fast. And damn, that plug felt good.

  “Here you go. Last inch,” Cade said, dropping kisses across Reece’s buttocks, following the shape of his welt cross. “There, that’s it in.”

  “Fuck…” Reece said. “It’s incredible.”

  “More so when I do this.”

  An intense vibration started up in his arse. Reece lurched forward, pitching onto his forearms and his brow touching the carpet.

  “Heaven’s above…” he cried out, trying to think straight and form words. “That’s too much.”

  “No, it isn’t. You’ve had this setting before.” Cade grabbed his hips and held him still. “Let it settle.”

  “Fuck,” Cade moaned, twisting and bucking. “It’s hitting my spot so damn hard.”

  “That’s the idea.”

  Reece groaned and shut his eyes.

  “Are you still watching?”

  “Yes, yes.” He looked up and stared at the TV again.

  “So hot. Look. You’re just about to fuck me.”

  “Please, or I’m gonna…” Reece gasped.

  On the screen he’d lined the tip of his sheathed cock up against Cade’s arsehole, right at the very center.

  “You’re going in,” Cade said. “Jesus, what a sight to see.”

  “Yeah…”

  The camera was close as his dick pushed into Cade just a small amount.

  “Ah, fuck.”

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, fuck yes.”

  “I want to fuck you now,”
Reece gasped. “Like that, good and deep.”

  “Yes.” Cade lay on his back on the floor, next to Reece and fisted his cock. “Yes, fuck me while you’re buzzing.”

  “Turn a bit, so we can both see the screen.”

  Cade twisted his body a little.

  Reece found it hard to move. The intensity in his arse threatened to take over his thoughts and actions. He could orgasm so easily.

  “You okay?” Cade asked.

  “Yeah.” Reece wiped his damp forehead then pushed up onto his knees. “Damn these things are relentless though. Makes me want to come straight away.”

  “Don’t do that.” Cade grinned. “Until you’re in me.” He spread his legs, wantonly, pulled his cock and balls upwards and skimmed his finger over his anus. “Come when you’re in here, balls deep.”

  Reece stared at the tempting hole. “Only thing that’s going to happen next,” he said. “Lube?”

  “There.” Cade nodded to his right.

  Reece reached for it but groaned when the plug shifted inside him. Jesus, would he ever get used to that feeling? He gripped his cock—it was hard and hot and so damn sensitive.

  “Condoms are in the bag too,” Cade said.

  “Mmm…” Reece was already pulling one out. He needed to get inside Cade, quickly.

  The noises on screen caught his attention as he rolled a condom on. His porn star self was fucking with vigor—driving in and out of a wailing, bucking porn star Cade.

  “We were so damn mad for it,” he murmured.

  Cade twisted his head on the carpet and looked at the TV. “Yeah, that was intense.”

  “And off script. You were supposed to fuck me,” Reece said.

  “Yeah, I guess we just like to go with what feels good, eh?”

  “This is going to feel really fucking good.” Reece moved over to Cade, still on his knees and with his cock standing straight and ready. He paused for a moment as his prostate received an extra deep massage with the forward movement. He blew out a breath and harnessed his control. He needed to prep Cade. He couldn’t just drive in guns blazing.

  “Your ankles,” Reece said. “Hold your ankles.”

  Cade raised his eyebrows at this new instruction, but did as requested.

  Reece twisted and grabbed a cushion from the sofa behind him and eased it under Cade’s arse.

  “That’s it. I can see where I’m going perfectly,” he said, squeezing a blob of lube onto his index finger. “And it’s your turn to watch the TV while I get you going.”