in warm puffs. “Ahhh fuck, that was definitely not in the script.”
“I forgot the script almost immediately,” I admitted.
“Mmmm,” came a sexy rumble of sound that vibrated against my skin, and then Jesse straightened, taking a step back from me just as I’d been about to pull him closer. Probably a good move. Cuddling him could’ve gotten awkward, but shit, I kinda missed the weight of him the second it was gone.
He sank against the counter and we eyed each other’s torsos with matching grins. Twin Rorschachs of spunk. Wow, I was getting weirder by the second.
“Maybe we should’ve practiced first or something. Perfected it. I definitely didn’t mean to become part of the scene at the end. The whole point was me getting you off.”
“Seemed pretty perfect to me.” Jesse’s gaze shot to mine, and I stumbled over my words. “I mean, you know, cinematically speaking and stuff. I might’ve shaken a little when I blew.” Since it felt so insanely good I forgot my own name. Jesus, if this was a hand job, what was Jesse’s version of a blowjob like? “I guess we could practice before the next one, sure, but maybe we should just cover the basics and let it ride. Isn’t it hotter when people get carried away, anyway? I mean, I’ve always thought that…or like to think I can tell when someone’s actually into it, versus just…” I snapped my mouth shut. What the fuck was I saying? Was I talking about him or myself?
Jesse regarded me carefully, then shrugged. “Yeah, sure. That works.” His attention shifted to his still-rucked-up shirt and glistening stomach, and he laughed. “God, I’m a mess, and look at you. Wow.”
“I didn’t jerk off for two days because I wanted it to be impressive.” I turned on the shower. “I’ll just rinse off real quick if you want to hop in after.”
“Okay, sure.”
I stepped under the spray and pulled the shower curtain. Through the frosted liner, I watched the movements of him removing his clothes, while I tried to think through everything that had just happened logically. I’d responded to stimulus, no problem there, and I couldn’t imagine I was the only one in the history of gay for pay to get turned on by my partner beyond just the stimulus response. Hormones and pheromones were weird fucking shit. But whatever this was? I was more than happy to continue with the experiment.
I stepped out of the shower to find Jesse holding out a towel for me. I grabbed it and toweled off my hair, sneaking a gaze at his ass as he tugged free the one wrapped around his waist and stepped into the shower. “If I order pizza or something, you want some?”
“Nah. I’ll probably just make something.”
“Ramen?” I grinned, waiting for it.
And there it was. Jesse poked his head around the curtain and fixed me with a disapproving scowl. “As if. Gross. I’ve got a study group in a little while anyway.”
“That’s what I thought you’d say.” I picked up his towel and draped it over the towel bar so it wouldn’t get soaking wet on the floor. On second thought, I reached into the cabinet and got him a fresh towel altogether. “Lemme know if you change your mind about that pizza.” I lingered a minute longer, though I wasn’t sure what the fuck for, then dipped when I could no longer justify staring at him through the curtain as he adjusted the shower tap.
An hour later, after I was stuffed with pizza and Jesse had gone, I locked myself in my room, flopped on the bed, and queued up the video we’d made. The beginning was stiff and awkward as fuck as we’d both suspected, and then, somewhere in the middle, it shifted.
I settled back on my pillows, staring at the screen. Jesse’s ragged breaths underlay mine as he stroked me, and I caught something I’d missed earlier: Jesse grabbing his dick through his pants at one point, like he was trying to hold himself back from coming while I unloaded all over my abs and the floor.
I sucked on my lower lip and rewound that part, then watched it again, my dick hardening along my thigh as Jesse squeezed the base of his cock. Then I skipped forward to the part where I started jerking him off. Sliding a hand down my track pants, I fisted my shaft, moving in time to his strokes, each ripple of his stomach as it flexed and