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Joe

N o overnight guests. Not unless they’re serious. It will only confuse McKenzie.

Teresa had been very clear, but if she’d said something to Aiden about me needing him... fuck. My sister always had my back and one day I’d repay her for putting up with me for so long.

Aiden’s staying over quickly became a regular occurrence. His parents didn’t seem to mind that he spent so much time with me, and Nathan didn’t seem to know anything about it. Not that it was any of his business. We had a happy little bubble of fucking and cuddling. It was nice to have someone there to help me with filming my content as well. I did okay on my own, but there was something about using someone who actually knew what the fuck they were doing that made it better.

My followers kept growing, and I was making more money than ever. Maybe it was weird that my boyfriend didn’t seem to mind me showing off for so many strangers on the internet, but it was also cool that he didn’t want to hold me back from what he knew I enjoyed doing .

Dad hadn’t called again since that one afternoon. It was only a matter of time before I heard from him again. They’d given me a year after graduation to figure my shit out and that time was fast approaching. Every time I looked at Aiden, I wondered if I should tell him, but I was so hellbent on defying my parents that I didn’t think it would become an issue. They’d drag me off to England to work at that shady-ass company kicking and screaming.

“You’re thinking really hard...”

I snapped my attention back to Aiden, who was adjusting the camera on the tripod. For someone who was supposed to be in the moment and getting himself ready to film, I was thinking about things that would ruin the experience.

“Yeah, sorry.” I did my best to shake it off and focus on what I should have been doing.

Aiden had begged me off and on to shoot the video I’d teased him with back in Mexico. He wanted to see if I could really make myself come from nipple play alone. It wasn’t exactly something I’d tried before, but I was convinced that I could do it.

I sat in the middle of my bed in nothing but my boxer briefs. Aiden’s eyes kept snagging on me as he set up different things around the room so that the lighting was just right. It was more thought than I ever put into any of it, but that’s why having him there made the difference.

Aiden settled behind the camera, holding his hand up and counting down from five with his fingers, hitting the button to record on top, and giving me a thumbs up. My heart beat a mile a minute as I sat there and hesitated. I never fucking hesitated. But then I sprang to life. My hands roamed my chest as I tuned out and fell into a fantasy. I always did. What I pictured each time was always something different, but lately they all had one shining star. He currently stood behind the camera.

As my hands continued to roam, so did my thoughts. My thumb snagged on one of my nipple piercings, sending a jolt through my body and straight to my balls. My dick jumped to life, plumping up inside the soft material of my underwear.

When I looked up through hooded eyelids, Aiden’s eyes were glued to my cock. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth, and I knew I needed to give him the best show he’d ever seen.

I pushed the waistband of my underwear down my hips, exposing my growing erection to the cool air of my bedroom. It did nothing to calm the growing fire of having Aiden’s eyes on me as my hand wrapped around my length and stroked a few times. The goal was to come from nipple stimulation alone, but a few pumps wouldn’t hurt.

My hands wandered back up my chest, fingers pinching at the metal through my nipples and tugging on them roughly. My toes curled as spark after spark of pleasure pulsed through me. I’d always loved having my chest played with and when Nathan had dared me two years ago to get the piercings, I’d jumped at the opportunity. It was probably the stupidest dare he could have ever given me because I’d always wanted them. Fucker ended up having to pay for them and now his brother was getting to enjoy them.

My hands kept working, massaging and rolling. Tugging and pinching. All kinds of little lightning bolts shot across my skin as my cock grew heavier and thicker between my legs. This had started as a joke. An idea to tease Aiden and get him riled up, and now in practice, fuck, it was so damn erotic. My eyes rolled to the ceiling as I concentrated on the sensations coursing through my body as my digits continued their task.

Holy fuck. I actually could come like this.

My attention focused back on the camera. Behind it, Aiden had his pants undone with his hand shoved inside and, at that moment, I would have killed to have him on the bed with me. I wanted his body next to mine and to touch him as we sought our mutual pleasure.

A shudder wracked through his body, and he did his best to stifle his moan. But that was it. That was all I needed, and I fell over the edge. Watching Aiden come undone while watching me was enough. Was it the same as coming through nipple play alone? Maybe not. But I didn’t need to tell him that watching him get off is what did me in.

The room was so damn quiet except for the sounds of our harsh breathing. After a moment, Aiden reached up to turn off the camera.

“Jesus, fucking Christ, Joe. What the hell did I just watch? ”

I chuckled as I scooted to the edge of the bed and closer to Aiden. He was frozen in place, and I was in no rush to clean up my messy self. “You liked that? Maybe next time you can join me?”

Aiden’s face flushed, but he nodded. It had been one thing for him to be in the pictures. His face hadn’t been included, but it would be hard to hide him while filming. Lots of guys got away with never showing their face and we could figure it out if that was what Aiden wanted to do, but the way he’d gone all in back in Mexico... I didn’t think it would be a problem.

A fter Aiden had gone home, I shoved my sheets into the washing machine. One of these days, Teresa would question just how often I washed them, but today was not that day.

I went upstairs to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

My feet were lead as I made my way back down to the basement, but I wanted to get ahead on editing today’s footage. The camera still stood on the tripod next to my bed, so I removed it to take out the memory card.

My eyes grew heavy as I booted up my computer, and I was tempted to give up and edit things in the morning. However, I needed the content, and it would be better for me if I could get a little ahead. My neck cracked as I rolled my head in an attempt to wake myself up some more and focus.

When I loaded the memory card, two different saved files surprised me. I hadn’t remembered the last time I’d recorded anything. It was before the trip to Mexico, but I had edited all of that and uploaded it to the site. What the fuck was on my camera?

I clicked on the first file, and all prior pretenses of sleep vanished. I was wide the fuck awake. On my screen was Aiden in the middle of the hotel bed as I moved toward him. My eyes only grew wider as I sank on top of him on the bed and started undressing him and then shifted so that the camera had a better angle. But I knew how this ended. I’d stopped it. We didn’t film this because I’d realized he hadn’t ever done anything before, and I wasn’t the jerk who put that up for public consumption.

Except... When I got up from the bed, the camera jiggled, like I’d attempted to stop it, but the recording never stopped.

In wide-eyed horror, I watched as our conversation continued.

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

“You’ve—you’ve never? Jesus, Aiden. And you wanted me to record that?”

My fingers threaded through my hair as the scene continued to unfold. The moment I’d crawled back onto the bed and proceeded to give Aiden exactly what he’d wanted. Was it a little fucked up that I was getting hard watching this all unfold when I’d never meant to record it to begin with? Maybe.

The angles were all wrong, but I’d lived the moment. I knew what had gone down. To see the moment when Aiden was embarrassed when he’d come too soon. But the whole damn thing was there, down to the moment I’d sank inside of him for the first time. I couldn’t bring myself to turn it off.

Shortly after we’d both come, the camera cut out, presumably the battery had died. It would explain why we’d had to charge it before we recorded today.

What the hell was I supposed to do with this?