Skye
“Good morning, Gav.”
“Well, hello there,” he replied. He was still working on his laptop, didn’t appear to have moved from last night. He had dark circles under his eyes and had pulled a grey hoody over his head just to complete the I-haven’t-slept-a-wink-look. “I take it you slept well?” I didn’t appreciate the smirk but understood it after years of friendship, Will inviting me into his bedroom was a big deal. Bigger than big.
“Like a log,” I replied, pulling my laptop from my bag.
“Good to know.”
I realised that I had a few emails from Margot as well as the photos Will had sent from the shoot. Margot had sent over various files from their cameras and offered to help me with the editing process. After everything that happened last night, I hadn’t even thought about the next steps once the film had been made. To be honest, my only thoughts over the last few hours revolved around Will’s ability to induce tremor orgasms and how attracted I was to his cock.
Everything had been fine between us this morning. He didn’t show any signs of regret or wondering about where our friendship stood. Unlike me. He’d been nonchalant, offered to get breakfast and…oh, dreamy fuck, told me he’d fallen in love with me the minute we met. Love was a small word for something so immense. It had many different connotations, drew out different emotions. It could have a different meaning to someone else.
Love could be life changing, but it could also break you and…
Jesus, Skye. Shut off your brain. Focus on the porn.
I opened Will’s photos first and I was pleased with how well he’d captured the images of Reid and James. Some of them were mid-fuck, others were taken as still shots to be used for promo or the cover of the Blu-ray. Next, I moved on to Margot’s films. They were only labelled by numbers and as I clicked on one my laptop roared to life. Reid and James were moaning, panting, essentially making every noise that couldn’t be mistaken for anything else other than two people having a fabulous time.
“Shit.” I fumbled around, trying to turn off the clip, missing the little cross in the left-hand corner in a bumbling panic. I tried the volume next, turning it higher rather than muting the moans.
Finally, silence. I pressed my mouth together, shut the laptop and glanced over at Gav who was wide-eyed and still, his expression one of confusion before he started to laugh.
“Was that what I thought it was?”
“No,” I rushed out.
“It sounded like –“
“Nope.”
“Was that porn?”
I covered my mouth with my hand and slowly placed my laptop on the coffee table. “It’s not what you think.”
He laughed. “If you needed a little something to help get things going with, Will, I completely understand.”
I threw a cushion at him. “It’s a project I’m working on. I volunteer for a LGBTQ+ sexual health clinic in Brighton.”
“Will said,” he replied. “Handing out condoms, that kind of shit.”
“Exactly,” I replied. “It’s a…thing I’m doing to help young people…change their expectations of–”
“Porn?”
“Sex!” I replied. “There’s various messages I want to get across to our client base. Safe sex, consensual sex, making it less…scary.”
“Are you telling me that you’ve made a porn film?”
“It’s not porn,” I replied, getting more annoyed, defensive even. This was Elliott’s legacy, not something seedy or humourous. “It’s…more…educational.”
“Bloody hell,” he said, sitting forward. “I don’t know what to say…I mean–”
“I’m sorry if you’re uncomfortable with porn, Gav,” I said, my voice loud and strong, “but please don’t make others feel uncomfortable just because they enjoy it.”
“Oh, I enjoy it.” He laughed. “I just can’t believe you’ve made a porn film.”
“No,” I sighed. “It’s–”
“Where do you even start with something like that?”
The front door opened, and Will appeared with three coffees and a bag of breakfast muffins. “It’s not nice out there,” he said, oblivious and putting everything down on the coffee table before shaking off his jacket. “Throwing it down.” He ran his hand through his wet hair as he looked at us. “What?”
Gav stared at Will like he’d just told him he’d met the Queen in the queue at the café and he’d asked her to drop in at any minute. His mouth fell open and he raised his hand slowly, pointing at Will. “Oh my God!”
“What?” Will said, holding out his hands. “Will someone tell me what’s going on?”
“Oh, mate,” Gav laughed. “Are you part of this? Which part? Fuck me, do I even want to know?”
Will glanced at me, a fake smile plastered to his face. “What’s he talking about?”
I stood, trying to think on my feet as this situation started to pour out all over the floor. There was no way I could retrieve this shitshow that was spilling around us, almost ankle deep.
“He’s not involved. It’s my project. All mine. Down to me.”
“Porn?” Gav leaned back, holding his stomach as he laughed, and Will’s smile looked slightly more panicked.
“I’m not sure what’s going on here,” Will said, cocking his head at me. “I’ve been gone, literally, ten minutes and I come back to this…weirdness.”
“I think we should go back to your room,” I said urgently. Gav started laughing again.
“You,” Will said, gesturing to Gav. “We’ll talk later.”
“OK, mate.”
I could still hear his laughter as I pulled Will down to his bedroom, closing the door as he looked at me in a way that wasn’t anything remotely like last night or this morning.
“What the fuck?”
“Calm down,” I said, holding out my hands to tame him like Chris Pratt tamed the dinosaurs.
“Calm down! What did you say to him?” he whisper-shouted.
“I played a file from Margot and it was Reid and James deep at it.”
“Oh my God.” He put his hands on his head. “Wait, how did he pull the whole making a porn film thing from that? It could have been anything.”
I closed my eyes and grimaced. “I panicked! I started talking about the project and the clinic and–”
“Skye, what did you tell him?”
“I don’t know!”
“Think! Did you tell him I was involved?” he asked.
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I replied, watching him slowly unravel. I wasn’t quite sure what he was panicking about, but I could tell whatever it was, it wasn’t good. “What is it? ”
“Nothing,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling me between his legs. “It’s nothing.”
“No secrets.”
He sighed. “I don’t want work to find out,” he said, at the same time undoing my jeans, inching them down. I was naked underneath, didn’t bring a change of underwear as I hadn’t accounted for…this. My panties were still in his pocket and I was pretty sure they were wrecked anyway.