His and His Kisses / contemporary m/m
Living on the wrong side of the law, Jake takes pornographic photos and writes filthy captions for a living. All the while he fantasizes about porn-star Eliot. This sexy Latino actor isn’t like the others in their makeshift studio. He doesn’t seem to get off on the work, and Jake longs to know what it would take to turn this cute guy on. When a violent filming session turns nasty, Jake comes to the rescue as his wildest fantasies begin to play out for real.
ISBN: 978-1-60054-127-5
Length: 6,200 words
Genre: M/M Erotic
Contains Some Violence, light BDSM $2.25
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EXCERPT:
“You done with us?” Josh called out.
“Yeah,” Jake shouted back, hardly looking up from his work. The warehouse door slammed shut, leaving Jake alone with Eliot.
“I’ve worked with a lot of porn actors,” Jake remarked, trying to sound casual. “Most of them are in the business because they’re exhibitionists, they like people watching them fuck. But it doesn’t seem to do anything for you at all.”
Eliot shrugged. “It pays the bills.”
“Plenty of things pay the bills. So why do you do it if you don’t enjoy it?” Jake asked, wondering all the while how he would answer that one himself if someone questioned him too closely.
“No social security number,” he said.
That explained a good deal. From the sound of Eliot’s voice and the coffee tones of his skin, Jake guessed he was most likely Latin American. If he was working illegally then his choice of profession wasn’t quite so surprising. Jake knew Tony didn’t care about that sort of thing. He paid cash in hand. Nothing official. Nothing on paper.
“Have you got time to hang about and shoot some more pictures?” Jake asked.
“I can do.”
“Only, we’ve done a few stories now in which you get yourself off, and Josh is furious and gives you hell for it. We’ve never shown you coming.”
“You want me to jerk myself off for the camera?”
“Yeah,” Jake admitted. Normally, the work did nothing for him at all, but the idea of watching Eliot get himself hard stirred the snake in his trousers. This he had to see.
“Sure,” the young man replied.
Eliot sat down on the rumpled bed in the middle of the set. He clasped his cock, his expression thoughtful.
“Do whatever you’d normally do for yourself,” Jake said. “Try to pretend I’m not here.”
With eyes closed, Eliot’s expression became distracted. Hints of emotion flickered across his face as he began to rub himself. Jake watched the moving hand, riveted by the sight of Eliot’s now gloriously erect cock. In all the months they’d been working together, he had never seen Eliot hard before. Jake’s hands shook as he tried to capture these images. He could only hope the pictures would be usable.
Biting his lower lip, then throwing his head back, Eliot edged nearer to orgasm. Jake felt his own balls ache in the most wonderful sympathy, but kept his distance. This was Eliot’s moment and he didn’t mean to intrude upon it. With a breathy sigh of relief, the young man came, covering his hands and thighs in a gush of white fluid. Jake made sure he caught the aftermath on camera.
Eliot looked up from under long eyelashes, his expression bashful. “Any good?” he asked.
“Perfect,” Jake replied.
