Page 5 of Bite Me

Then, a giant hand clamped roughly around my ankle and pulled.

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SAM

Iwas irritated at myself for tripping over the damn windowsill, as if I hadn’t spent half my teens sneaking out of my bedroom back home. Like I hadn’t just come from football practice three hours earlier, where I’d successfully navigated at least five different agility drills involving cones. And then somehow I’d turned into Tweedle-Fucking-Dum, stumbling over my own feet? I desperately hoped I hadn’t biffed the entire scene. We’d been planning it for weeks, and I knew Jesse was super into the premise, which got me excited, too. I loved when he got hyped about shit. His eyes would get big, and this magnetic energy poured off of him. It wasn’t really for me, since he was just being nice and helping me provide content to my subscribers, but sometimes I wished it was.

I tried to shake off the fumble and pressed forward, racking my brain for what I was supposed to do next. We’d done some basic blocking, but we usually ended up doing a lot of improvising during our scenes, too.

After a beat, I recalled I was supposed to search Jesse’s room for valuables, which was kind of hilarious since I knew pretty much every inch of it by now. He had a sandwich bagof nickels and dimes in one drawer that he kept saying he was going to turn in for quarters, but never did. He had a hundred-dollar bill stashed in a book titled,Money Can’t Buy Happiness, which he thought was hilarious irony. But his most prized possessions were the signed copies ofThrice Bound by Oathon his bookshelf.

I ran my fingertip along the spines as I passed, making sure to stay within the frame of the two cameras we’d set up at precise angles according to Jesse’s calculations. “I’m only good at perv math, not regular math,” he’d said when we were setting up earlier, and I couldn’t help but grin thinking back on it now and how he’d winked at me. I cut it off abruptly before remembering the mask on my face totally obscured my expression, and I was free to grin away, which I did as I continued my hunt.

I tackled his drawers and closet, forcing myself to slow down and not be so eager to get to the main event. “It’s all about the build-up. Gotta edge those subscribers, make them sweat a little before the payoff,” Jesse had said while stripping his shirt over his head. I’d gulped, staring at his crotch as he pulled on a pair of threadbare gray sweatpants, and wondered what they looked like on him when he got hard.

“Yeah,” I had told him. “Edge them. Got it.” Seemed like the joke was on me since every time we came up with a new scene, I’d spend the days leading up to it popping wood at random every time I thought about him.

I finished the predictably fruitless search and finally turned toward the only thing of value in this room: Jesse stretched out on his bed.

The covers were rumpled, and he lay mostly on top of them on his stomach. His bare torso stretched lean. I could span its width with my hands easily. One leg was hitched up at an angle, the elastic cuff riding up to mid-calf. The other stretched long, just shy of the edge of the bed. The dark sapped the warm red-gold of his hair where it curled, half-mussed, over his neck and around his ears. He was fucking gorgeous. I’d registered him as attractive early on, but in an observational, empty kind of way. Not like now, when I knew exactly how vibrant he was, exactly how his body felt against mine, and exactly the way he kissed.

I lingered for a handful of seconds more, just staring down at him and knowing he couldn’t move, couldn’t protest, couldn’t make a silly joke. I could look as long as I wanted to. And even though I knew we’d inevitably end our arrangement, because no way a guy like him would go for a doofus like me in the long term, in the darkness it was easier to pretend he was mine.

I let the idea roll through me, let it subvert itself, transmute into the character I was supposed to be playing.

The third camera—my phone—was stashed in my back pocket, ready and waiting. I pulled it out, got a quick recording of him stretched out while my other hand strayed to my dick and adjusted it.

That wasn’t part of the script, but I couldn’t help it. He had that effect on me.

Palm skimming over my abs, I let my gaze traverse Jesse’s body again. I could jerk off right here and get off from the visuals alone, which worked out well since I was supposed to be playing a stranger who was into this kind of shit. When Jesse and I talked it out, it sounded outlandish as fuck and completely out of character for both of us. But damn, I was definitely warming to it.

My dick was so hard the zipper of my fly felt like it was imprinting itself against the head.

I stopped recording and tucked the camera back into my pocket. I set one knee on the mattress, then the other, careful to keep my weight balanced. This part wasn’t exactly in the script either, but once again I couldn’t help it. Hopefully, Jesse wouldn’t mind.

The soft gasp that came as I grabbed his ankle suggested he didn’t.

My touch lingered on the curve, thumb circling just above the bone. Great, even his damn ankles were turning me on now, which made me think briefly back to a recent night on the couch, my dick trapped between Jesse’s feet, the unexpected orgasm that followed. He’d gone on a failed date earlier with some guy he’d met at Mark’s dad’s campaign party. That dude was a total dumbass. His loss was definitely my gain.

Focus, Samson. Jesse’s voice rang through my head. Now was not the time to think about a foot job or what any of this meant.

The mask was hot over my face, my breath ridiculously loud in my ears as I laser-focused on Jesse’s back and how the muscles in his shoulders tensed as I shifted again.

Leaning forward, I slid my grip from his ankle over his calf, dragging my palm up the bare skin where his pant leg had ridden up and feeling goosebumps stiffen the fine hairs there.

When my fingertips caressed the back of his knee, a little tremor ran through his shoulders, and his back arched the slightest bit. I clamped my teeth down on my lower lip inside the mask, tempted to just yank his waistband down right then and rub my aching cock against his ass.

I’d definitely ruin the scene, though, and we’d have to start all over. Although… would that really be a bad thing? If I didn’t have to be at the Sigma Halloween party later, I might’ve.

Instead, I straddled him and braced my right forearm over the top of his back. Jesse’s body went stiff, eyes flying open as I pinned him to the mattress.

“Wha—” he started, indignant, before I clamped my other hand over his mouth and cut him off.

“Keep your mouth shut unless I tell you to speak,” I told him and gave him a hard stare until he nodded, throat bobbingin a swallow. “Good.” Jesse’s eyes were wide, and he actually looked a little scared, making me hesitate for a moment before I remembered his instructions in the kitchen earlier. “I’m gonna take my hand off your mouth so you can tell me where the good stuff is. You’re gonna stay nice and calm, and if you do everything I say, no one else will get hurt. Got it?”

He nodded again, jaw tight, and I pulled my hand away from his mouth slowly, fingers dragging over his lips just to feel them part as he sucked in a deep breath.

It was unexpectedly thrilling, intoxicating even, how Jesse just lay there, tense and trying to fake being chill when I could feel the effort in every line of his body.