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Aiden

T he room was dark when we made it back, and my heart slammed against my ribcage. Was this smart? Probably not. But fuck, I wanted to get away from prying eyes. I wanted Joe to myself. The feel of him against me was too much. All too much.

When the door closed behind us, my mind scattered as fingers threaded through my hair and warm lips landed against mine. Shit, this was so damn hot. Why was everything Joe did so fucking hot? I burned for him.

The way his fingers felt against my stomach as they slipped beneath the hem of my shirt had sparks erupting across my flesh and I needed more. Craved more. God. He was everything I ever dreamed of. If this was what sex was like with someone, I could see why people craved it. For the first time in my life, I understood, and it was almost enough to slow me down to enjoy it.

But what if this was the first and only time?

I wanted to actually experience it, not give Joe time to back out of things. I pushed my hands through his hair as we continued to suck and bite at each other’s mouths, swallowing groan after groan as we made our way across the room. A stupid idea niggled at the back of my mind, and I knew that Joe probably wouldn’t be on board, but it was his job, after all.

“Camera?” I panted, breaking apart from him for only a second. The alcohol swirling through my veins making me that much braver.

He kissed me roughly, the metal of his lip ring biting into my mouth, before pulling away to look at me in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Get the camera. You’ll want to record this.”

He growled, pushing me back onto the bed before he staggered over to his luggage and pulled a folded tripod out. With shaking hands, he opened it up and then found his camera. That fluttery feeling was back. I was really telling Joe to film my first time. I wanted his subscribers to see it and for him to make money on it. If that wasn’t fucked up, I didn’t know what was.

Once the camera was in position, he stood there for a moment, his chest heaving as he watched me sprawled across the bed. I needed to get him to join me. To keep me from second-guessing this. I needed him.

My fingers trembled as they unhooked my jeans before lowering the fly. I shoved the material off my hips and it was almost impossible to leave my underwear in place with how fucking tight they were, but I somehow managed it. Not that it did much with the way my dick punched against the fabric. It was borderline obscene .

“Fuck. Aid...” He cut himself off, realizing that he was recording. Joe wordlessly made his way back to the bed and when one knee pressed into the mattress, my heart felt like it was about to explode from my chest. This was really fucking happening.

The second he landed on top of me, all my nerves seemed to vanish. This was Joe. My friend. My brother’s friend. The person I trusted. He’d take care of me. I knew that and, God, it just made all of it that much better. My arms wrapped around him as he blanketed me.

For a few moments, we didn’t do more than lie there and make out, but it quickly became more heated and his hands started exploring.

Little shocks of lightning sparked across my skin wherever Joe touched. It was so stupid that we’d barely done anything, and already I felt on the verge of coming undone.

When Joe shifted his leg up, his foot catching in the waist of my pants that were trapped around my knees and starting to push down, I pressed against his chest.

“Wait,” I said, hating that I was making him stop anything. The feeling was obviously mutual when a look of frustration flashed in his eyes. “The camera. We want people to see this, right?”

God. Why did I even care? Other than the idea was that he was supposed to be able to use this content. The lighting was shitty, but it was a spur-of-the-moment decision .

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath as he shifted us to the side a little more, pushing my pants the rest of the way down. That he hadn’t needed to use his hands to undress me was hot as hell. I wanted to feel so much more of his skin against mine, and he was still fully clothed.

Joe slid down my body and my breath caught when I felt warm air puff against my lower belly. His tongue swiped across the strip of skin between my underwear and tank top. My balls tightened when I realized what was happening. The man was about to come face to face with my dick and if I didn’t warn him, he’d get a facial in the process. The mental image did nothing to tamp down the arousal surging through me.

The second his fingers hooked into my underwear, I needed to take a breath. This was embarrassing. He’d know. There was no way he wouldn’t. No one else had ever touched me, and it all felt too damn amazing.

I didn’t have to say a word. My entire body locked up and my teeth clamped down on my lower lip when Joe looked up at me with wide, concerned eyes. Those crystal blue orbs were so dark, pupils blown wide with lust, but he hadn’t totally lost himself, so he knew something was off.

“Aiden?”

The sudden use of my name snapped me back to reality.

“Y—yeah?” I managed to squeak .

His hands were off me, and I whined at the loss. No. Fuck no. I needed him back. What the hell was happening?

Joe was off the bed, next to the camera, fidgeting with the buttons.

“What are you doing?” God, why did I sound so small?

“Turning this off. Fuck. God damn. Aiden? Is there something you’re neglecting to tell me?”

That was it. That was the moment that I needed to come clean. At nineteen, I was the weirdo virgin who hadn’t craved sex until meeting him. Not until he’d treated me like I mattered.

“Am I not telling you something?” Maybe if I played stupid, he’d forget the whole thing, climb back on the bed, and finish what he’d started. At least I didn’t need to worry about accidentally blowing my load all over his face anymore.

Joe stopped messing with the camera and looked back at me. He was still hard. I could see the outline of his dick through his jeans. “How many times have you done something like this?”

Okay. He wouldn’t drop it. That was fine. I sat up, curling my knees to my chest. “You remember New Year’s Eve?”

Joe’s eyebrows raised. “A black eye makes it hard to forget that night.”

I winced at the memory. “Well, the game... You remember how many things... Never Have I Ever is a terrible game.”

It was like the lightbulb went off. “You’ve—you’ve never? Jesus, Aiden. And you wanted me to record that? ”

Him being mad at me about it wasn’t what I had been expecting. Shame slammed into me, making me curl into myself more. This was supposed to be fun and spontaneous. A chance to explore and I’d just fucked over the opportunity by not disclosing just how inexperienced I was.

“I wasn’t sure you...” My eyes slammed closed as I tried to swallow around the words. “I wasn’t sure you wanted to be with someone like me.”

The bed dipped next to me and I tensed when warm fingers connected with the side of my face. “Sweetheart?”

My heart fluttered at the name, and I looked up, meeting the understanding gaze looking over my face.

“I don’t think less of you. You have to know that. If you had told me, I would have been a little more tender, made things a little more special for you.”

Well, damn. Warmth spread down my face. That wasn’t a rejection. Instead of questioning it, my arms slid around his shoulders until I could rest my forehead against his. “Jesus, Joe. I don’t need candlelight dinners and flowers to make it special. I just want it to be you.”

He chuckled before he pressed a quick peck to my lips. And that was all it took. My mouth chased his as he went to pull away, arms tightening around his neck to keep him near. We sank back into the mattress as we continued to kiss, hands once again exploring.