Caught on Camera: Part Five (3 page)

Knock. Knock.

Reece stared through the short hallway at his front door.

Cade was here.

At last.

He dashed forward and pulled it open.

“Hey,” Cade said, smiling.

“Come here.” Reece grabbed Cade’s T-shirt, balled it into his fists and dragged him into the apartment.

He kicked the door shut.

He couldn’t wait. He needed Cade now.

“Missed me, have you?” Cade said, his smile dropping and excitement shining in his eyes.

“You better believe it.” Reece captured Cade’s mouth in a ravenous kiss and backed him up against the wall.

He felt the air huff from Cade as he shoved into him with the length of his body. He ground his erection into Cade’s hip and groaned at the tight stimulation.

“Show me,” Cade said, the bag he was holding falling to the floor. “Show me how much you missed me.”

“I intend to.” Reece grabbed Cade’s wrists and spread his arms, pinning them to the wall on either side of his head.

Fuck, he was gorgeous.

He kissed him again, a big, hard press of his mouth that stole Reece’s breath and made him dizzy with desire.

Cade gave as good as he got and rammed his tongue into Reece’s mouth.

Reece released Cade’s wrists and yanked at his belt buckle. He fumbled blindly, still kissing, until it was free.

Cade tore his mouth from Reece’s. “Damn it. I can’t believe after this week that I still need more of you.”

“Yes.” Reece pulled his belt free, popped open the buttons on Cade’s jeans and tugged his cock out. “There’s always more. You should know that.”

Cade groaned and shut his eyes. He tipped his head back, showing Reece his stubbled throat.

Reece squeezed his cock, root to tip and licked up the column of Cade’s neck. The short hairs were sharp on his tongue and the taste of Cade’s skin sent a fresh shot of arousal to his dick.

He needed Cade in his mouth—now.

Reece folded to his knees, saliva already gathering on his tongue.

“Ah, fuck, yeah…” Cade said, threading his fingers into Reece’s hair. “Suck me. Suck all of me.”

Reece didn’t answer. Instead he just opened up and took Cade’s thick cock to the back of his throat.

His flavor was perfect. Hot male with a hint of shower gel, and the skin on his shaft was smooth and silky sliding across his tongue.

Cade groaned, and gripped Reece’s hair tighter, tugging on his scalp. This spurred Reece on, that nip of pain, and he fondled Cade’s balls as he set up a fast bobbing rhythm that he knew would drive Cade wild.

“Ah, fucking hell, fucking hell, that’s it…” Cade said, bucking his hips backwards and forwards in time with Reece’s movements. “You do that so good, so fucking good.”

Reece was breathing fast and his heart was beating wildly. He shut his eyes and created suction, just a little.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, that’s it,” Cade gasped.

A drip of pre-cum coated Reece’s tongue and spread around his mouth. He adored having Cade so on the edge like this.

He slowed a little and reduced the tension in his mouth.

“No, no…” Cade gasped, gripping his hair and bucking his hips. “Don’t stop, please, Reece. Please don’t fucking stop.”

Reece smiled around Cade’s cock and looked up at him.

Cade was flushed, his mouth hung slack and his eyes were heavy and dazed.

“Please,” Cade said, panting. “Please, don’t stop. Fuck. I’m so close, so damn close.”

The need in Cade’s voice amplified the need in Reece. He stroked over Cade’s balls, behind them then rimmed his arsehole.

A full body shiver went through Cade and he locked his knees and groaned.

Reece decided to put him out of his misery. He also wanted to save Cade’s hole for later, They had all night, after all.

He sank deep again, pulling Cade to the back of his mouth, even further than he had before. His gag reflex threatened but he beat it down and swallowed, tugging on the skin at the end of Cade’s cock.

Cade cried out, pulled back then thrust in, holding Reece’s head still.

Reece’s eyes watered and his pulse hammered in his ears. Cum hit the back of his throat. He was aware of Cade’s cock swelling and pumping against his tongue.

Again he swallowed, taking Cade’s hot release down into his gullet.

“Ah, so good, so fucking good. Take me. Take my fucking cum,” Cade gasped, thrusting in and out of Reece’s mouth.

Reece gently squeezed Cade’s balls and rolled them in the palm of his hand.

Cade groaned and stilled. “Yes…yes…” he hissed.

More cum released—a thick, warm spurt that basted Reece’s tongue. Reece swirled it around his mouth for a moment before swallowing, coating Cade’s cock in his own pleasure.

“So good…” Cade said breathily.

Reece let Cade slip from his mouth. He caught Cade’s shaft in his hand. He kissed it, tenderly, on the end, down the length then buried his lips and nose in Cade’s pubic hair, pulling in his scent.

“Bloody hell, you give good head,” Cade said, relaxing his grip on Reece’s hair and smoothing it down. “Anyone would think you were a fucking porn star.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Reece stood. His knees were a little weak from where they’d been crushed beneath him while he’d given Cade a fast and wild blow job.

“Jesus, you
did
miss me,” Cade said, still breathless.

“You can just call me Reece.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” Cade wiped his forearm over his brow. “Damn, I’d just showered and now I’m all sweaty again.”

“I have a shower here you can use any time you want.”

“Good to know.” Cade leaned forward and kissed him. “I have a present for you.”

“You have?”

“Yeah, I would have been here quicker, but I really wanted to bring it. I thought we could enjoy it together, the first time, you know.”

“You’ve got me curious.” Reece stroked his finger down Cade’s cheek. It was so good to have him here, in his flat, in his space. He felt like he could breathe again.

“You should be.” Cade paused. “Have I got to stay in the hallway or are you going to invite me in?”

“Shit, sorry, of course.” Reece grinned. “I guess you make me forget my manners.”

“I’m not complaining if forgetting your manners means I get a blow job every time I walk through the door.”

“That could be arranged.” Reece threaded his fingers with Cade’s. “Come through. Do you want a beer?”

“Yeah, that would be great.”

Reece went into the kitchen, released Cade’s hand then grabbed a bottle from the fridge. He popped the lid.

“Cheers,” Cade said, taking a swig. “I like fancy champagne and all but damn, you can’t beat a cold beer.”

“I know what you mean.” Reece opened himself a fresh one. “So, what’s this present?”

“You got a TV?”

“’Course,” Reece said then paused. “Oh no… What have you got?”

He couldn’t have. Not already. Surely?

Cade pulled in his bottom lip and nibbled it with his teeth. A grin tugged at his cheeks.

“Cade?”

“Where the fuck’s the TV?”

“Through here. Through here.” Reece laughed and led the way to his small lounge.

Cade delved into his bag, his wicked grin going right to his eyes and sending small creases darting toward his temples. He pulled out a DVD. The title, in bold black letters, read
Slippery Slots
.

“Oh fuck,” Reece said, reaching for it.

“Good, eh?”

Reece examined the cover. There was a picture of him and Cade on the front, a still taken from film footage of the last scene. He was anchored to the cross, ball gag in place and his head thrown back. It was cropped at the waist but by the look on Cade’s face behind him, it was damn clear exactly what was happening.

“Do you like the cover?” Cade asked.

“Pretty much tells you what the movie’s about, doesn’t it?”

“That’s the idea, I suppose.”

“Fucking horny.”

Cade laughed. “It is, and look… We have stage names. Well, sort of.”

Reece read the names at the base of the box, also in black writing.

Starring Reece Ramhard and Cade Comings.

“Very good,” Reece said with a smile. “I like ramming hard.”

“And don’t I know it.” Cade grinned. “And I like coming.”

“Don’t we all.” Reece held it up. “So are we gonna watch this baby now?”

“Yep.”

Reece ducked down to the DVD, popped the box open then fed the disk into the player. He was both excited and apprehensive to see how the last week of fucking played out on screen. This made it real. It was out there now. People would be buying it, fucking, getting off to him and Cade shagging each other stupid. Would they care about the flimsy plot line? Hell no, he doubted it. They’d be interested in his arse, his cock, his face when he came. They’d want to see how Cade took him, how he was fucked, whipped, beaten and blown.

He thought of the ten grand tucked in his bedside drawer and the hot man sitting on his sofa. It was all worth it—every single moment. He wouldn’t change a thing.

“So, do you reckon it will be good wank fodder?” Reece asked, dropping down next to Cade on the seat.

“I’d say so. Tom was seriously happy. I haven’t seen him grin so much before.”

“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?”