Page 30 of Santino (The Camboy Network #4)

CHAPTER

TWENTY-EIGHT

SANTINO

I don’t know if this is a good idea. Hayden just had a very emotional breakdown and now he wants to keep working for several more hours? He really should be drinking a shit ton of water and lying down to get some rest.

But he was adamant about going to the club, and like, I kind of get it. He doesn’t want to miss anything. He doesn’t want to be left behind when everyone else is there. But still.

I stick close to his side as we head over and get set up.

It’s a gay strip club and Sebastian’s made arrangements with management for the shoot.

We’ve taken over the VIP mezzanine level overlooking the club’s main stage.

A series of glass-fronted, glass-floored mini-balconies line the glass railing, jutting out over the space below.

Across the back are semicircular booths with padded leather benches.

Okay, confession time. I’m actually really excited for this shoot.

It’s going to be… different. From anything we’ve done for the documentary so far.

And apparently, from anything The Camboy Network’s ever done before.

Up to this point, the documentary has been very safe for work, but that’s about to change tonight.

If it’d been up to me, I would’ve dragged Hayden back to our room. But I would’ve been pretty sad to miss this.

“Everyone knows what they’re doing?” Sebastian checks in before we start.

The club sold special tickets to tonight’s show and the audience is already gathered on the floor below. There’s an electric hum in the air that dances across my skin. We’ve set up cameras around the VIP area and Hayden’s armed with one in his hands.

“Bouncers are stationed at the stairs to keep people out and there’s no one else here but us. If you need a break or want to stop altogether, just give Hayden a signal. This is the first time we’ve done anything like this, so we’re all kind of figuring it out as we go. Questions?”

I glance around this group of guys I’m quickly coming to see as my friends. They’re all so different from one another and yet, when they come together, it feels like a real family.

Gratitude wells up inside me. I was pretty lost and desperate when I left San Francisco all those weeks ago.

And in such a short time, I’ve found a place where I feel like I belong, I’ve found friends who are entirely committed to one another, and I’ve found a wonderful guy I’ve totally fallen in love with.

Hayden’s got a furrow in his brow and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth. He looks serious and determined, like he’s about to launch himself into battle. I’m really proud of him for fighting when things have been difficult, for not giving up even when he’s wrung out.

“Alright, let’s get started.” Sebastian claps once and rubs his hands together.

The group disperses. Bellamy and Noel take up their spot in one of the mini-balconies, in full view of the audience below. Rhys and Angel take one end of the middle booth—not as prominent as the balcony, but still plenty visible. Sebastian and Christian take the other end of the booth.

Hayden hits record on his camera.

Sebastian gives the signal for lights and music, then he calls out, “Action.”

I don’t know where to look.

On the balcony, Noel grabs Bellamy by the front of his shirt and yanks him forward like they’re about to get into a fist fight.

At the booth, Angel sits back on the padded bench while Rhys gives him a lap dance.

Sebastian climbs into Christian’s lap and they snuggle down together like there’s no one else in the entire club.

Colored lights flash and spin around the space. The music is a thumping, driving beat that reverberates through the air. My stomach flutters in excitement and anticipation.

The guys are all over each other, hands groping, bodies rubbing, mouths coming together in messy kisses.

I mean, I’ve seen all their videos before, but it’s something else to see it happen live, in front of my face.

The chemistry each couple has on screen is about a thousand times more potent in real life.

To the point where it feels like the air is saturated with fucking pheromones or something.

I’m heating up, even though I haven’t done anything but sit here and watch. My groin tightens and my dick stirs in my pants.

Hayden is focused on Bellamy and Noel at the moment, getting a close-up shot of them kissing. Noel is shoving his tongue down Bellamy’s throat like he’s trying to choke him with it.

After a few minutes, Hayden switches over to Rhys and Angel. Rhys has one leg propped up on Angel’s shoulder, his legs spread in a standing split. His feet are clad in dangerous-looking heels and Angel’s rubbing his face against the shoe.

Sebastian and Christian are by far the most tame of the group. They’re just making out with sweet little kisses, hands gently petting each other over their clothes.

I can’t help wondering what Hayden and I would look like if we were out there together.

If Hayden didn’t have to be behind the camera, what would we be doing?

Kissing sweetly like Sebastian and Christian?

Attacking each other like Bellamy and Noel?

Rubbing up against each other like Rhys and Angel?

Or would we do something completely different? Something that’s uniquely us?

Hayden’s pointing his camera at Sebastian and Christian, but he lifts his gaze to me like he can hear what I’m thinking.

Even with the flashing lights of the club, I can tell there’s something heated in his eyes.

Is he affected by what he’s seeing too? Is he wishing we were together in front of the camera rather than behind it?

I’m palming myself through my pants before I even realize my hand has moved. Hayden’s eyes narrow when he sees me, his gaze dropping to my crotch. I slouch down a little and spread my legs a bit wider. His throat works and my dick hardens against my palm.

Bellamy’s got Noel’s button-down shirt open and the two sides pushed apart. He licks at Noel like he’s a fucking popsicle stick while he flicks and twists the bar piercing through Noel’s nipple. Noel grips the top of the railing like he’s hanging on for dear life.

Rhys is straddling Angel’s lap now, back to chest. With his knees spread wide, his miniskirt is hiked up around his hips, revealing a lacy G-string.

Angel drags a hand up Rhys’s inner thigh as Rhys squirms. When he reaches Rhys’s crotch and wraps his hand around Rhys’s bulge, Rhys arches up, his hips jutting forward into Angel’s touch.

Sebastian is also straddling Christian’s lap, but they’re facing each other, mouths glued together. Christian’s hands are on Sebastian’s ass, squeezing and kneading like he can’t wait to get his dick in there.

Hayden’s on his knees in front of Rhys, camera pointed at his crotch. Angel has pushed the lace panties to the side and Rhys is fucking his cock into Angel’s meaty fist.

Holy shit. I squeeze my dick as it strains against my pants. They’re really doing this. They’re actually going to fuck.

I mean, I knew this. Sebastian explained it all in excruciating detail. But it’s one thing to know the plan, and it’s something else entirely to see it happen. And it. Is. Happening.

I have my pants undone and my hand shoved in my underwear before I can think twice. Hayden swings his camera toward me and a shudder of pure pleasure rushes through me.

I’m not supposed to be in this scene. I discussed it with Sebastian.

Since my videos with Hayden haven’t been released yet, he wanted to save me for another time.

This scene is supposed to be about the already established couples in The Camboy Network.

But Hayden doesn’t seem to care and neither do I.

I grab the hem of my shirt and tug it up high enough to stuff it in my mouth.

Hayden’s camera focuses on my face, but I look past the lens at the man behind it.

At the mop of blond curls that need a trim.

The darkened eyes trained on me. The bottom lip that’s bruised and swollen from all his chewing.

I drag my hand down my front, flicking at my nipples and Hayden follows its progress with the camera.

When I reach my cock, I pull at the waistband of my briefs and tuck them under my balls.

The release sends another surge of pleasure through me.

I’m stroking myself and Hayden’s recording it all on the camera.

I’m in public, in front of dozens and dozens of people who can see everything I’m doing. I’m exposing myself, pleasuring myself, not only for someone somewhere who might watch the recording someday. But for a live audience I can almost reach out and touch.

My gaze flicks to the crowd gathered below us. Eyes are glued to the show on the balcony. Hands are roaming. Clothes have been thrown to the floor. The scent of sex fills the air, mixing with the ever-present smell of sweat and alcohol.

Noel’s bent over the railing now, his pants and underwear shoved down to his thighs. Bellamy’s kneeling behind him, face buried between his ass cheeks.

Jesus fucking Christ. He’s eating out Noel’s ass like we didn’t just come from dinner, adding fingers in there while Noel swears up a storm.

Angel’s taken his shirt off, revealing a chest full of hair, and Rhys is on his knees on the floor, inhaling Angel’s cock.

Sebastian’s still straddling Christian’s lap, but his pants have disappeared somehow and Christian’s fingering his ass while they keep making out.

Hayden’s shoulders rise and fall as his breathing speeds up and he keeps licking his lips like he’s thirsty.

When I glance down at his pants, though, there’s no tent, no bulge.

That douses my desire somewhat, but when I meet his gaze, the hunger I see there has it roaring back a hundredfold.

I want to put on a show for Hayden. I want him to see what he does to me.

Pressure builds in my groin as my hand flies over my cock. I massage my balls with the other, pulling and twisting just enough for the pain to add to the pleasure. Oh god, I’m going to come. Fucking hell, I’m going to come. I squeeze my eyes shut and ease back on my jerking off to drag this out.

“Motherfucker!”

My eyes fly open to find Bellamy ramming his cock into Noel’s ass. Noel’s spewing every profanity under the sun as if he doesn’t actually want Bellamy to destroy his hole.

His curses mix with the high-pitched cries coming from Rhys. His feet are planted wide on the floor as he squats over Angel’s lap, fucking himself down on Angel’s cock.

And on the other side of the booth, Sebastian and Christian gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes as Sebastian rocks back and forth on Christian’s dick implanted in his ass.

“Fuck!” The word is muffled from the hem of my shirt I still have in my mouth.

I watch my new friends fucking in front of me.

I watch strangers watch my friends. I watch Hayden with his camera, capturing it all.

This is crazy. This is insane. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life.

“Fuck!” I cry out again as my balls pull up and my groin tightens.

Hayden swings the camera in my direction. He’s got the camera pointed at me, but he’s not looking at the viewscreen. His gaze darts from my face to my dick and back like he can’t decide what he wants to look at.

I can’t hold it back anymore. Not when Hayden’s looking at me like he wants to devour me and rip me limb from limb. Not when he looks like he wants to crawl up inside me and never leave.

“Fuck!” I scream as I jerk myself through wave after wave of cum flying out of my slit. It lands on my stomach and chest, so much that some slides off my sides and pools in my belly button. I don’t stop until my dick gets too sensitive and it’s too painful to keep going.

My head falls back on the padded booth and I shudder with aftershocks of the orgasm. When I have enough strength to open my eyes again, Hayden’s still there behind his camera.

I can’t help but wish he was in front of it with me.