Page 15 of Santino (The Camboy Network #4)

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

SANTINO

I’ve already decided to call the whole thing off when Hayden straightens from splashing his face with ice-cold water. There’s still something a little manic around his eyes, but there’s also a steely determination that wasn’t there a moment ago.

He turns toward me, water dripping from his chin and the tip of his nose. “You probably think I’m crazy.”

I open my mouth to deny it, but stop when he gives me a pleading look.

“I think, maybe I am a little crazy,” Hayden continues. “I don’t know if I’m depressed or whatever…”

I cringe inwardly at how thoughtless I was throwing that out there. I should’ve been more careful. I should’ve let the fucking professionals hand out diagnoses.

“But I feel a little less crazy when I’m with you.”

My heart expands in my chest, filling with something achingly sweet.

“I know we just met and I don’t really know you, but you’re not like anyone else I’ve ever met. You’re the one bright spot in my life right now.”

Oh, this poor man. I’m definitely not the only bright spot—he has so many friends who care so much about him. Including Sebastian, who nearly chewed me out a minute ago, demanding to know what was wrong with Hayden.

“I want to do this. For you, but also for me. I need to do this for me,” he says, his gaze dropping to the floor. The desperation in his voice is so clear it nearly chokes me up.

I don’t know the specifics of what he’s going through, but one thing is obvious. He needs to do this video to prove to himself that he can. In which case, I’m going to help him make the hottest fucking video these camboys have ever seen.

I nod. “Okay, then let’s do this.”

His gaze snaps up to me in surprise, like he was expecting me to put up more of a fight. But come on, sweet, adorable, gorgeous Greek deity Hayden Summers is practically begging to fuck me—I’d be a fool to say no.

I give Hayden a minute to get changed, then we head out to the kitchen where we’re filming the scene. A couple big light boxes are perched on top of tripods and cameras are set up around the room. Sebastian is standing next to Christian, his arms crossed over his chest.

“We’re canceling, right? Or at least rescheduling?”

I cast a quick glance at Hayden, who looks uncertain and yet determined at the same time. “No, I think we’re going ahead.”

Sebastian zeros in on Hayden. “Hayden?”

He straightens to his full height, shoulders back, head high. There’s a little tremor in his voice when he speaks, but his resolve is unmistakable. “We’re going ahead.”

Sebastian hesitates, looking back and forth between us like he’s waiting for us to crack. But then Christian bumps him with his elbow and Sebastian sighs. “Okay, fine, but at the first sign that something’s wrong…” His threat hangs in the air, but we all understand what he means.

Sebastian quickly runs through the plan for the scene and reviews the hard and soft limits we’d previously discussed. Then he comes around the large island separating the kitchen space from the dining area. “Santino, you’re standing here. Hayden over there.”

Christian takes our bathrobes, then goes around to double-check the camera settings.

“Everyone ready?” Sebastian asks one last time. “Cameras are rolling. And… action.”

I lean back against the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but boxer briefs, cradling a mug of cold prop coffee in my hands.

It suddenly hits me that I’m shooting my first porn video.

With the whole thing with Hayden, I’d kind of forgotten what exactly we’d come here to do.

Butterflies flutter to life in my stomach and my heart picks up speed.

The sound of footsteps, bare feet padding on the tiled floor, announces Hayden a second before he appears. He’s got one towel wrapped low around his hips, showing off the two deep V lines on his stomach, and another towel slung around his neck.

I watch, breathless, as he approaches. He really is so fucking hot. Even knowing he’s not in the best place mentally, I can’t help ogling his chiseled muscles and mop of blond hair. The lights are set up to make his green eyes sparkle and he seriously looks like he’s just stepped off Mount Olympus.

“Morning,” he rumbles, tossing me a lazy, languid smile. It’s a miracle I’m not a puddle on the floor.

“Morning,” I croak back.

He comes right up to me and for a split second, I think he’s going to grab me and kiss me. But then I remember the script.

“Excuse me,” he murmurs, just loud enough for the mic on Sebastian’s camera to pick up. He starts reaching behind me for the coffee pot before I have a chance to move out of his way.

“Sure,” I say, a beat too slow. And when I shift sideways, our naked torsos brush against each other. I shudder as goosebumps explode across my skin. I’m not acting. I wouldn’t even know how to fake goosebumps. My reaction to Hayden is one thousand percent genuine.

My dick fills, tenting the front of my underwear. I reach down to adjust it, not bothering to hide the motion.

Hayden notices—like he’s supposed to—and gives me the filthiest look I’ve ever seen over the rim of his mug. If I weren’t already naked, my clothes would have melted from the heat.

I have to clear my throat before I can speak. “Sorry, morning wood.”

“Mmhmm.” He lowers his mug to reveal a smirk that’s worthy of Noel. “Must be hard.”

I choke on the sip of coffee I was taking, spraying the liquid clear across the kitchen, getting some on Hayden too.

“Oh shit, dude, I’m so sorry!” I quickly set the mug on the counter and grab the roll of paper towels that just happen to be sitting right there.

I bend down to wipe up the mess and pretend to bump heads with Hayden who bent down at the same time.

He exaggerates his reaction and goes sprawling across the floor. “Oh shit!”

I rush over to help him up, but he’s lying there, laughing.

The sight has me sitting back on my heels, taking him in.

He’s beautiful when he laughs. I mean, he’s always beautiful, but there’s something extra when he lets himself go and just enjoys the moment.

I can’t tell whether this is an act or if it’s real, but I wish I could see him like this every day.

“You okay, bro?” I ask, laughing along with him.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He slowly pushes himself up so he’s sitting with one foot flat on the floor, arm draped over the raised knee. The knot in the towel he’s wearing has loosened, but the terrycloth still covers the important bits.

“Sorry, I’m not usually that clumsy.”

Hayden’s laugh trails off as he tilts his head and peers at me through his lashes. “It’s cool,” he murmurs.

The sound of his voice winds its way through me, ensnaring me. I sway toward him, feeling trapped under his spell.

He leans toward me too, closing the distance between us. My lips part as the air around us heats up and Hayden’s chest rises and falls a little faster with each breath.

The moment our lips touch, I’m immediately transported back to yesterday.

On the couch in the living room. Hayden's telling me why he’s been hesitant about performing.

My nervousness and excitement melt away until it’s only me and him and the secrets he’s been brave enough to share with me.

I want to make sure he feels good and confident and like, he’s totally got this.

I swipe my tongue along the seam of his mouth. He opens and lets out a low rumble when I lick inside. Holding his head in place, I shift onto my knees, then push him down on his back.

Hayden blinks up at me, eyes a little unfocused.

I kiss the tip of his nose, the space between his brows, each eyelid, the middle of his forehead.

He sighs, his hands going to my waist and squeezing.

I kiss his chin, under his chin, his Adam’s apple, the spot where his pulse is strongest. Then down farther to the dip at the base of his neck and across each collarbone.

His towel is still covering his crotch and I don’t feel anything hard poking me in the stomach as I move down his body, but I’m not giving up.

Hayden lifts his head to watch as I lave each nipple, swirling my tongue around and around until they’re hard little pebbles. His breathing quickens, his chest rising and falling under my mouth.

I latch onto the dip in his sternum. He sucks in a sharp breath and drops his head back with a groan. Under the towel, something stirs.

Using my tongue, I trace the lines of his abs, licking and kissing each block of muscle on his stomach. I tease at his belly button and he squirms. He’s panting now, lips parted and eyes half-lidded as he gazes down his body at me.

I gaze back while bathing the points of his hipbones and lick at the sharp lines that point straight to his cock. There’s definitely a bulge under the towel now. It stirs when I accidentally bump my chin against it.

Holding the corner of the towel, I wait for Hayden to give me a nod. Then I lift it away.

His dick is still a monster when soft and there’s something kind of adorable about holding it in my hand as it slowly hardens.

I lick along its length and swirl my tongue around the spongy head, marveling at how it changes as it grows.

The veins fill out into juicy blue lines.

The head expands until the glans is swollen and shiny with my spit.

The shaft thickens into a rod of steel. A small bead of pre-cum forms at his slit and I’m quick to lick it off.

Musky and dark, the taste of it makes my head spin.

Strong hands grab my arms and yank me upward. Hayden catches the back of my head and holds me still as he catches my mouth with his. I moan when he shoves his tongue inside. He hooks one leg around the back of mine and suddenly, I’m on my back with Hayden covering me with his body.