Some Like it Hot - J. D. Light Page 0,23

honestly had no idea how loud I'd gotten, or what I'd said. I could have traumatized children.

"I have no idea."

"You don't know if you're in pain?"

"I don't know if I'm still alive."

There was a brief pause, and then he chuckled, sending pleasant vibrations through my body that only made me melt further into the man. We lay like that for a while. He gently brushed his fingers up and down my back, over my hips and down my thighs, making goosebumps pop up all over me.

"So," I whispered, trying my best not to break the spell we both seemed to be under. "Time for an awkward conversation."

He grunted, and because I was apparently quite the linguist, I knew that meant, go on Bates. You always astound me with your intelligence.

"At least you know I'm a camboy, so that eliminates that part of the conversation."

He slid his hand over my ass, cupping it lightly before giving it a little pat. "We can discuss it more if you like."

Grant Foster! Did you just flirt with me? If I didn't have something really important to talk about, which was also something that was going to be a bit awkward, I would so be enjoying this flirting, but… Okay, I still really, really enjoyed it.

I blinked away my surprise and licked my lips, leaning up slightly to look down at him. "I don't know what we are to each other, and if my life was normal, I wouldn’t worry about it, yet, but it's not, so I need to know some things."

I chewed on my lower lip as he watched my face for a moment before smiling and reaching up to peel my lip from between my teeth. "You want to know, because if we are together, you're not sure what to do about your job, right?"

"Right," I said, surprised. "I don't really know how to do this."

Leaning up, he brushed a light kiss to my mouth, before whispering against my lips, "You have a session tonight, right?"

"Yeah." How could I be getting turned on when we were still knotted together, after the best fucking orgasm of my entire life? "I… I'm not sure if I should do it, though. Will that bother you?"

The situation was awkward, since we hadn't even started talking about dating, or anything like that, but if there was even a chance, I didn't want to start it out on a bad note, but I also wasn't ready to give up what I did. I was pretty sure Grant would be absolutely worth it, but…

"First..." he said, his voice deep and rumbly. "...I want you to know that your job doesn't bother me, Bates. Not even a little. Second––"

"Because we aren't dating," I blurted, interrupting.

He grunted, shaking his head. "You didn't let me finish. Second, I know we've only been friends for a couple of weeks, but I would really like a chance to date you... Exclusively."

I gasped, my chest filling. "But what about my job?" I asked hopefully. He might have said he liked my job, but that didn't mean he wanted me to do it while we were dating. People didn't want to take a camboy home to meet their parents, no matter how great they were. Not as their boyfriend. "I don't plan on doing it forever, obviously, but I planned on doing it at least for the next couple of years."

"I don't want you to quit until you're ready, but…"

"But what?" I whispered, my stomach dropping.

"Do you think I could watch?"

Huh? I watched him for a moment, surprised and confused. That had not at all been what I'd expected him to say.

"I thought you said you did that already."

He nodded, watching my mouth as he swallowed hard. "I mean from inside the room."

"Oh fuck," I groaned. "That sounds really hot."

***

I wasn't sure if the tremors running through my hands as I slid them over my body were from nerves or excitement, but I couldn't stop from watching Grant as I slowly slid my underwear down my hips, arching off the bed to let the material slide over my ass, pressing my rock-hard dick and my hipbones toward the ceiling.

He was set up next to the camera, getting nearly the same visual as everyone else that was watching. He'd taken off his shirt earlier while we were making out, and I knew my face, neck and chest were sporting some serious whisker burns, and maybe even a hicky from that session, but neither of us had gotten