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“Are you shitting me?”

“That would be extremely frowned upon, too.” Jesse snorted at his own joke. “But yeah, I guess it is kinda weird, actually, now that I think about it.”

He pulled out his phone and scrolled through it while I polished off my cone and then stretched my arms out, closing my eyes and letting the sun beat down on my face.

I was enjoying the nice day until Jesse blurted out, “Holy shit!”

My eyes flew open in time to catch a lady glare at him as he thrust the screen at me.

At some point he’d navigated over to my OnlyFans page. I stared down at the display and had to fight to keep my jaw from gaping.

I’d posted the first video we’d shot in his bedroom before AM practice and had then gone about business as usual. I typically checked at the end of the day to see how things were doing. It wasn’t even noon and there were a hundred comments on the video and…“$185 in tips?” I balked as Jesse grinned.

“Read some of the comments.”

I was still bowled over by the $185 in tips. At max, I’d gotten $50 once when I slid the tip of my pinky in my hole. I clicked down through the comments.

Somebody got a camera guy!!!! Loving it.

Hottest one yet. Keep ’em coming. Can’t get enough.

You have the sexiest cock I’ve ever seen.

Blew my load before you did. Nice.

I laughed at that one.

Whoever’s holding the camera was clearly enjoying it, too. Extra hot.

I glanced up at Jesse, and he buffed his nails conspicuously against his collar with a smug smile. I wondered if he’d read that last comment.

“You know what this means?”

“What?”

He had a little dimple on his left cheek with a freckle on the border that kept snagging my gaze. “It’s time to step up your jerk game even more,” he said, lowering his voice ominously.

“I’ve noticed that despite initial protests, you seem to be settling comfortably into this role,” I pointed out.

Jesse wiggled his shoulders in a preening fashion and blew me a kiss as his gaze strayed to my crotch. “I love a project, baby, and this isdefinitelya project.”

“Are we talking about videos or my dick?” I teased.

“Does it matter?”

We both cracked up, then stood and tossed our trash into a nearby bin. I nudged Jesse’s shoulder with my upper arm as we ambled lazily down the sidewalk. “So since I did yoga with you this time, does that mean you’ll be running sprints with me next time?”

“No, no,Jake. That’s not how this is going to work,” Jesse reprimanded me, but as we turned into the parking lot and headed for his car, he exhaled noisily. “Okay, fine. I might be persuaded to attempt some sprint training in the interest of not being left behind if we ever find ourselves in a situation where we have to run.”

“I’ll go easy on you the first time, I promise.”

Jesse folded his arms over the top of his car and stared across at me, lips pursing before he shook his head. “Nope, not gonna. I’ll be a good boy.”

And though I knew he was teasing, the innuendo hung there between us, searing through my gut and speeding up my pulse when I realized exactly how curious I’d become about him.

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