“What do we need to say?” I whispered and the fluttering that came whenever he was near deepened, passing through my body quickly but buried in and vast. “What do you need to say?”
“Everything.” I placed my hand on the side of his face. “I need you,” he rasped, the words holding a thousand meanings.
I squeezed my eyes tight and bit my lip, suppressing the sob I was holding back. Years of accumulated emotion threatening to pour out. “I need you too,” I whispered, taking in his face.
“Can we just have ten minutes together before this starts?” I shook my head against his. “Five, then. It’s just…Christ, I’ve…been unable to think about anything else but–”
“What?”
“Skye–”
“Tell me,” I whispered.
“I want to know what you taste like.”
The moan I’d poured out against his ear shocked us both and just as he was about to speak again, a voice hauled us apart.
“Skye.” My stomach sank as I looked up to find Margot. Not now. Give us time to do this. “Reid and James are ready. We shouldn’t keep them waiting.”
“Of course.” I held my chest, pushing my hand against my heart to try to stop the thud.
Picking up my notebook, I stopped to glance at Will, silently cursing that I didn’t have time to undress him and wishing we weren’t engaging in foreplay on the set of a porn film.
“Later.”
He smiled and I let out a shaky breath, pulling my shoulders back as I tried to gather myself.
“If I make it through this alive.”
“Breathe. You can do this,” he said, taking my hand. “I’m right here. Just find me when you need to.”
The magnitude of the moment returned, hanging in the air and almost giving me the urge to part it with outstretched arms and splayed fingers. Anxiety came in many forms and I tried to hide all aspects of mine. Will was able to see through the smokescreen and he was saving me again, just his presence and the right words brought my head back into the room.
“Wes will help you with the camera,” I said. “He knows what I want, and he’ll show you were to position yourself.” He nodded, standing up as he shook Wes’s hand. “Everything’s the same as what we’ve already talked about. I just need the camera angles close up.”
“Got it.” He rubbed his hand across the back of his neck, lifting his khaki jumper and blue t-shirt with his arms. The strip of skin between his belted jeans and his tops was tanned, a hint of happy trail made me…happy. His legs, long and lean, were defined by dark jeans, tan boots, and a stance that oozed ultimate sex appeal that made me forget where I was. Almost.
Reid and James were both in white dressing robes, holding cups of water as they talked quietly.
“The guys told me they know what you want them to say at first,” Margot said.
“Yeah. They’re prepared. I didn’t want a script,” I replied. “I want the dialogue to sound natural, so I gave them the gist and they’ll take it from there.” We rehearsed in Turnip the Beet, pushing the tables to the sides and setting the scene, live action but without the sex.
“Fabulous,” Margot said. “Positions, please.”
“Erm…Fuck. OK. We start with a blow-job scene and then work our way to–”
Margot laughed. “I meant everyone needs to get into their places.”
“Shit,” I replied, pressing the heel of my hands to my forehead. “Sorry.”
Margot took me aside. “Would you like me to start and we can get you involved once you feel less nervous?”
I blew out a breath. “Yeah. You start and I’ll…catch up.” She rubbed my arm and set to work.
“OK, positions. Let’s get where we need to be.”
James and Reid nailed the set-up scene, talking about the night they met, a couple of dates they’d been on and a foreplay break where kissing and touching was a nice link into conversations about safe sex, wanting each other but putting their health first.
“Can Reid say something along the lines of I need you but you’re too important to not think about being safe?” I said softly, trying not to break their connection, the kissing, the sliding of hands against thick, strained cocks trapped behind denim. Reid immediately responded to my direction and it only added to the tension, a love story starting to bloom. Margot put her hand over mine and mouthed, That’s a take. “Great, thank you. Can we stop there?”
“Are you ready to move things on further?” Margot asked.
“Yeah, we captured everything I need.” I looked up to the monitors. “Wes got a shot of the condoms in the bedside table, dialogue was good.” I held my thumb up.
“Great! OK, Skye is happy with the first take. We’re ready to move on. Leading to the BJ scene guys.”
I watched Will talking to Wes and he took the camera, holding it against his hip and looking into the viewfinder. I came behind him, leaning in, getting floored by how good he smelt.
“I need you on the floor to film close-ups of the blow job,” I said quietly, his deep sigh as I pressed against him, too much to take.
“I hadn’t really thought this through before,” he said through the side of his mouth. “I can safely say I’ve never been this close to another cock before, let alone two.” I laughed, letting the up and down of my chuckle rest on his back.
“Close your eyes and think of other things,” I whispered. A slight moan slash groan escaped him.
“I’m the close-up camera guy,” he replied. “If I don’t open my eyes, I won’t do a good job for you.”
For me.
“You’ll do a good job,” I replied, my hand sliding up his back, into his hairline. As his head fell back and he closed his eyes, I wondered how I was going to make it through the night without stripping naked and touching myself, just for him.
“Monitors, Wes,” Margot shouted and four came to life, two at the back, showing the close-up camera, currently pointing at Will’s feet and two near me, slightly smaller than the back monitors, which were focused on the bed. “Guys, into positions.”
The scene ran smoothly; undressing each other tenderly was an art form for them. James took his time putting the condom on Reid, using it as foreplay, another way of bringing home the message of safe sex. The stroking, the pulling, the licking, was mesmorising. Long, lazy licks mixed with deep throat and gagging had me leaning forward in my chair, thumb to mouth, squeezing my thighs together, but all the while, my eyes fell to Will who was crouched on the floor, his long legs bent, his ass tight and stretched. The image of a man with a cock in his mouth above Will’s head was going to be my go-to porn from now on.
“Slow it down, James,” I directed. “Check in with each other about the deep throat. I know the gagging and tears thing is a turn on to some, but I just want to capture that you’re OK with that.”
Will turned his head and mouthed, Gagging and tears thing. I silently laughed and bit my lip losing myself in him and my knack of surprising him after all these years.
“Ready to go?” Margot shouted. “I only have thirty minutes left, guys. Time is money.”