Page 31 of Santino (The Camboy Network #4)

CHAPTER

TWENTY-NINE

HAYDEN

We won’t be releasing the videos of me and Santino until after the documentary comes out, but I already know Santino will be a star.

He’s a natural. The way he looks at the camera, like he can see the person on the other side. It feels like he’s reaching through the screen and bringing you right into the action.

Plus, he’s really fucking hot with his shirt caught in his mouth and his body on display. He touches himself with so much confidence, completely unapologetic, as he brings himself pleasure. It’s almost hotter to watch him than to get in on the action.

He comes all over himself and his shirt falls out of his mouth as he goes lax. He drags his fingers lazily through the cum on his stomach and I desperately want to lick it off his skin.

Technically, I’m not even supposed to be filming him. But how could I not when he looks like that?

Still in his post-orgasmic bliss, he blinks up at me with those long, dark lashes. My knees go a little weak and my stomach tightens with desire. I need to get back to filming the other guys, but I don’t care. I can’t turn away now.

Lowering the camera, I set one knee on the bench next to Santino and bend down to capture his lips with mine.

He moans into the kiss, hand coming up to thread through my hair and hold me in place. A shudder runs through me when I lick into his mouth and his tongue touches mine.

His other hand trails down my front, scratching lightly at my stomach, then ventures lower to cup my stubbornly soft dick.

It feels really good to have his hand on me, even though I’m not getting hard.

A groan reverberates from my chest as tendrils of pleasure curl through me.

God, I wish I wasn’t broken. I wish I was normal like everyone else.

Exhaustion from the long day is catching up with me. The adrenaline boost I got when we arrived at the club is wearing off. I’m so tired. Physically. Emotionally. I just want to lie down and wrap myself around Santino.

But there’s still work to do. Sebastian’s depending on me to get the footage he needs. I insisted on coming when he wanted to send me away. I can’t let him down and make him regret trusting me.

Reluctantly, I pull away from Santino. But not before I rest my forehead against his for a moment to catch my breath.

I don’t know what I’d do without Santino. I definitely wouldn’t have made it this far. Either I would’ve gone completely mad, or I would’ve killed myself. Santino’s the one who’s kept me here and kept me sane.

Bellamy’s speech comes back to me. All that stuff about being complementary, about making each other better. I want that so badly. I want that with Santino.

But does he want that with me? I’m too scared to hope for it. I’m too scared to ask if that’s why he’s doing so much to take care of me. What if he’s just being nice but doesn’t actually have feelings for me? What if he’s trying to pay me back for giving him a place to stay?

I can’t quite tell the difference between what’s real and what’s not real anymore.

The darkness is so confusing and it makes me second-guess everything.

What did he mean when he said I’m wonderful?

Does he want to stay in New York to work with Sebastian or to be with me?

What if I ask and it turns out this whole thing has been one-sided? Then the voice would be right.

“Babe.” Santino’s hands bracket my face as he studies me with concern. “You’re shaking.”

I didn’t even notice. “I’m fine,” I say, grabbing the camera I dropped on the bench.

“Do you want to call it quits?” Santino stands with me as I straighten, stuffing himself back into his pants.

I need to finish the job. I need to prove I’m not totally incompetent. “No, I’m fine.”

Santino doesn’t believe me. And he doesn’t look impressed.

“Please,” I beg him to understand.

It takes him a moment, but then he nods and I spin back toward the guys.

Bellamy’s pounding into Noel so hard, I’m surprised the glass doesn’t shatter and send them tumbling down to the floor below.

Angel’s got his hands behind Rhys’s knees, holding his legs up, spread wide in the air. Rhys is suspended against Angel’s chest as Angel fucks up into him.

Sebastian and Christian have changed positions. Sebastian is now kneeling sideways with one knee on the bench and the other leg extended, foot on the floor. Christian is behind him, gripping him by the hips and pulling him back to meet each thrust.

It’s all very hot and sexy and everything, but it does nothing for me now. Now, I just want to get through the rest of this shoot in one piece.

Rhys comes first, hands free. Cum shoots from his cock as it bounces on his stomach. Angel lifts him off his cock and gently places him down on the bench. Then he grabs his dick and jerks off onto Rhys's stomach. He mixes their cum together with his fingers before leaning down to lick it all up.

Christian and Sebastian are next. Christian roars as he slams himself into Sebastian’s ass and comes inside him.

He carefully pulls out and then dives in to suck the cum out of Sebastian’s body.

Meanwhile, Sebastian reaches between his legs, crying out as he jerks himself off with Christian’s tongue in his hole.

Finally, it’s Noel and Bellamy. They’re standing side by side now, each holding the other person’s dick.

They’re both facing the audience, separated by a pane of glass.

Noel comes first, his cum landing on the glass and dripping down in streaks.

Bellamy isn’t far behind, adding to the cum painting that’s clearly visible to the audience below.

A weird silence hangs in the air, louder than the music being pumped through the speakers.

Noel and Bellamy stagger back to the booth, where they collapse in a heap of limbs.

The other guys are all limp and half-conscious.

I glance down at the audience gathered on the first floor. I kind of forgot they were there.

When Rhys performs at The Bronzed Rail, the audience is always loud and rowdy, impossible to ignore.

But here, I barely heard a sound coming from them.

The reason becomes obvious as I scan the crowd.

There are maybe a dozen dicks out in the open and almost everyone’s got that dazed, post-orgasm expression on their face.

I feel more than hear Santino come up behind me. He takes the camera from my hands and sets it down, then drags me in for a hug. I wrap my arms around his waist and sink into the comfort he offers. The shoot is over. I got the job done.

It takes much too long for Sebastian to recover. By then, Santino and I are almost finished taking down all the cameras and packing them up. He takes one look at me as he tucks himself back into his pants and nods toward the stairs. “You guys can take off.”

Santino and I don’t wait for him to change his mind. Santino grabs my hand and marches me back to our room.

“Want to take a shower?” Santino asks when the door snicks shut.

I nod, heading directly to the bathroom. While I strip, Santino turns the water on and steam starts billowing out and filling the room. The water is hot when I step under the spray and I sigh with relief. My eyes drift shut while I sway on my feet. I could probably fall asleep like this.

Then Santino steps in and an entirely different kind of heat spreads through me. This shower is much bigger than the one we have at home, so we don’t have to be plastered to each other. We still are, though, coming together so my front is flush with his.

We stand there, letting the water sluice over us. It washes away not only the dirt and grime of the day, but also some of the residue left over from all the emotional ups and downs. I didn’t expect my friends to rally around me like that. The voice almost had me convinced they hated my guts.

Santino pulls back an inch to look at me and I manage to curl my lips into something resembling a smile.

He cocks one eyebrow to tease me over the poor attempt.

Something shifts inside me, like a pair of glasses that help me see…

perhaps not better, but differently. Like maybe there is a way out of this hole I’ve dug for myself.

Maybe I’m allowed to hope for something good.

Santino pumps body wash into his palm and starts running his hands all over me. Over my chest and stomach. My sides and hips. He bends down, skipping my dick to do one leg, then the other. I turn when he nudges me and he slathers soap all over my back.

Then he hugs me from behind, his lips grazing the nape of my neck. His hands roam over my stomach and my chest before finally venturing between my legs.

I’m a little chubby from all the pampering Santino’s poured out on me. But even as he takes me in hand, I know I can’t get fully hard.

Turning my face into the shower spray, I let Santino play with my cock and balls.

I focus on the physical sensation of his touch while my mind provides memories of him jerking off at the club earlier.

Gentle pleasure builds slowly in my limbs and in my stomach, so gradual it’s easy to miss.

But eventually, I’m breathing hard, my blood is flowing, and if my dick was still functional, I’d be ready to sink into Santino’s hot, tight body.

I try not to let it get to me. It’s okay if I can’t get hard. I can still feel pleasure. I can still give Santino pleasure. But I want more. I want it all.

Pulling Santino’s hands away from my cock, I turn in his arms. “I, um, I brought the pills.” It feels safer to say it in here, with the water insulating us from the outside world.

Santino’s expression is concerned and sympathetic. “You want to take them?"

I nod.

“You don’t have to do it for me, you know. I like a little wet noodle.” He pushes his hips forward to rub his hard-on against my soft one.