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CHAPTER 4

ELI

I lean forward, pushing my muscles to comply as I reach for the book propped against my dresser. My legs are straight in front of me and my toes are pointed toward the book, as I bend myself literally in half to turn the page.

I’m not sure who decided it was such a great idea to fill textbooks with tiny text, but it works in my favor since I have to remain somewhat close to read it. Which means I continue stretching while studying.

I love anatomy class. The human body is fascinating. And fragile. It’s crazy to think we’re the most advanced species.

A quick knock on my door precedes it opening before I answer. Since they didn’t wait for an answer, I know it’s my brother. No one else just walks in.

“Hey,” Zeke greets. “What’re you doing?”

“Studying and making sure I’m still bendy.”

He chuckles as he drops to my bed. “One of the guys who was scheduled to film at Confessions this afternoon backed out. He’s got the flu or something. Stay away from Henderson for a while.”

I nod. “Thanks for the warning.”

Zeke shakes his head, amused. He leans over the bed and shoves his phone in my face. “They need a cameraman to record your boy, Eli.”

I stare at the screen that reads ‘ Room 2, 3 PM: Edin/“Finn” & Denis/“Pepper” Cameraman 1: Toby Cameraman 2: NEED ASAP’

My eyes trace over his name several times. Edin. Edin . I think my heart is beating to the syllables in his name.

“Are you really hesitating right now? Go, Eli.”

Sighing, I get to my feet and my heart continues to race. I’ve never met this man. I’ve only ever seen him through the camera. Not even through my own camera since it’s been a while since I actually filmed.

“Put my name in,” I tell Zeke as I pull open my dresser drawer. I don’t bother to change what I’m wearing, keeping on the Spanx that keep all the goods in place while I stretch and cheer. Since I anticipate getting hard seeing this man in person, it’s probably a good idea.

I pull jeans over them and then a hoodie. The rooms are kept pretty cool because it gets hot for the actors fucking. I drop my phone into my pocket while I slip on my shoes as Zeke continues to watch me from the bed with an amused grin.

“Go away,” I tell him as I throw open my door and head into the hall. His laughter follows me. No, I don’t smile.

However, I do reflect on the fact he’s watching the schedule and since I know he’s not really involved with Confessions or Rumor anymore, he’s doing so for me. Enabling my quiet obsession.

I jog through the shrine of penises and down the stairs into the basement. Rumor’s door is closed. I give it a quick knock on my way past as I continue to Confessions’ door further down and my keycard lets me in.

Jasper is at the door and greets me with a smile. “Adam said you were filming. There’s a camera waiting for you in the room.”

“Thanks.”

It’s ten to three. I wonder how long ago Henderson called out. How long was the position open? There are usually people who will shuffle around if no one volunteers for a position. At any given time, there are a dozen people working between Rumor and Confessions. Someone else would’ve stepped in if no one had shown up.

Part of the agreement and responsibility when accepting membership into DIK is agreeing to work so many hours at one or both businesses. That’s part of your dues. If you fail, you get kicked out.

We also get paid for the positions we man, so it’s not like it’s a complete hardship. Besides, what college guy doesn’t want to be surrounded by sex? Longwood U is a pretty LGBTQIA+-friendly school, I think at least three-quarters of DIK are gay, bi, or straight-curious. The other quarter is straight, but I’d be willing to bet they’ve also dipped their toes into the gay experience. Just to see what it’s all about. I imagine it’s difficult not to when you’re spending all your time in a frat house covered with penises and catering to gay porn.

I’d say it’s a pretty accurate depiction of the school as a whole, including our sister sorority and OXL’s sister sorority.

“Hey,” Toby says when I walk into the room. “Haven’t seen you behind the camera in a while.”

I shrug. “I was bored with studying.”

He snorts. “Anything is better than studying.”

I’m not sure I agree. Having a kidney removed is worse. Stubbing my toe. Losing all my hair. There are a lot of worse things.

Denis is brought in then. He’s adorably cute. Small, thin, with a wide, nervous smile. He waves at us as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“Hey,” Toby greets him. I incline my head.

It’s only a minute later that Edin’s led in and the door shuts. My breath catches in my throat. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. Look at those curls in person! I desperately want to tangle my fingers in them.

He looks in our direction but doesn’t meet our eyes. His eyes are even more ethereal in person. The cameras just don’t do them justice.

“This is Elijah,” Toby says, introducing me to the two.

Once again, Denis waves with a nervous smile. Edin looks in my direction, but he doesn’t meet my eyes. His gaze looks almost… absent.

“Ready?” Toby asks.

They both nod, then Toby gives me a nod and I flick on the camera, keeping it pointed at the two of them. But my gaze moves over the little screen to stare at the men in front of me. Okay, I was being polite by pretending I’m looking at Denis too.

“What’re your names?” Toby asks.

“Pepper,” Denis says and turns a smile on Edin.

“Finn,” Edin responds.

“Very good,” Toby says. “Have you met before?”

Edin’s head shakes as he looks at Denis. But looking through Denis may be a more accurate description of how he's looking at him. Curious.

Denis’ head shakes too, though much more animatedly. “Not in person. I’ve seen you online, though.”

Edin’s smile is just as absent as the rest of him. Aloof. He’s not really here.

“What do you like about the other person?”

“Cute,” Edin replies, again with his absent smile.

“I’m excited to finally feel what’s under your shirt in person,” Denis teases.

Edin obliges himself by lifting his shirt. Denis grins as he shifts on the bed so he can lean over and lick Edin’s abs. I shift so I can find an angle to see his mouth move along Edin’s stomach. Licking, sucking. Sticking his tongue in Edin’s navel.

Edin bows his head as if he’s watching and leans back on his hands. But he’s not really watching. His eyes are half closed.

Denis kisses up his chest over his shirt until he can reach Edin’s mouth. Edin’s hand drops his shirt, and he grips the back of Denis’ neck, pulling his mouth away. It’s only a second before he kisses Denis again, but this time, he’s in control. He’s taken the control Denis tried to exert for himself.

Toby and I move around the room, filming as they kiss and grope and slowly start peeling out of their clothes. It’s not difficult for me to see that Edin isn’t nearly as into it as Denis is. He’s… methodical. Responding more than exploring. Guiding Denis where he wants him. Where he wants to be touched.

I get lost as Edin moves Denis down his body to reveal his dick inside his underwear. Denis does this as if he’s opening a present. His eyes get wide, hungry. Filled with lust. And Edin is only half hard.

Making sure my camera is pointed at the goods, I raise my eyes to Edin’s face. His eyes are closed. His breathing is slightly exaggerated with deeper breaths. Edin’s lips are slightly parted, and his eyebrows just barely pinched.

This isn’t an aroused man. It’s a man pretending to be aroused and doing whatever mental exercises necessary to make his body follow suit. I lick my lips, wondering where he disappears to. What he’s imagining.

“God, your dick,” Denis groans as he slurps away. He’s a messy dick sucker. There’s spit everywhere. It’s loud and squelchy and he’s filling the room with excessive moans.

Is he overacting or is he that turned on by Edin’s dick? I shift a little to get a better angle of said dick and, well… he has a nice dick. I agree with that. It’s perfectly shaped with a slight curve. It’s wonderfully plump around with a nice, sexy crown.

I lick my lips again and take the camera to a wider angle to encompass Edin in the frame, too. From afar, through a screen, I can definitely see how it can appear that he’s turned on. I mean, his dick is up. That’s the first indicator, right?

His chest heaves, his eyebrows are knitted, his expression that one might see as an indicator of how good it feels, but to me, it looks different. It looks… not pained, no. Frustrated.

I spend the entirety of the shoot catching the angle and then studying Edin. I come to the conclusion that he’s entirely in his head. 100% checked out. He’s only present enough to orchestrate their fucking, but otherwise, he is most certainly not in the moment at all. I’m not even sure he’s enjoying it.

There’s one key feature of this that I’ve come to realize is habitual in every film I’ve edited of Edin’s. He’s fine being groped and sucked on during foreplay, but otherwise, he doesn’t want to be touched at all during sex. And so far, the same pattern is holding true today.

He has Denis’ arms trapped over his head, stuck in his tangled shirt. He has his legs folded and then pressed to his chest, lifting his ass off the bed.

Edin exudes control. Dominance. Denis is nothing but a pile of loud mush under him, as Edin keeps him utterly still while he fucks him with abandon. They change positions periodically, but the essence of the scene doesn’t change. Denis does not touch Edin. Edin keeps him immobile as he fucks Denis like it’s their last day on Earth.

Or maybe like he wants to break Denis in two.

Periodically, Edin looks up. It isn’t until the third time that I realize he’s checking the clock or checking in with Toby. When Toby gives him a thumbs up, Edin moves to the endgame and fills his condom.

There’s almost no reaction in him. The filled condom is proof that he gets off, but there’s nothing in the way he orgasms that reflects any enjoyment it.

Toby and I move around the room, and I observe him giving hand signals to Edin. Tap his dick on Denis’ spent hole. Jerk Denis’ spent dick—yes, the man is covered in his own cum. Slap Denis’ bare ass, filling the room with a loud smack .

I zoom in on said ass cheek, watching as a red mark appears while Denis moans.

With that, Edin climbs off the bed, discarding the condom in the trash on his way to the bathroom. The door shuts behind him. I watch the door for a minute before moving the camera over Denis.

“Best sex ever,” Denis moans as he lays limp on the bed.

I stop the recording and frown at the door as I set the camera on the dresser behind me. This was… interesting. Edin is a puzzle that I may now be more obsessive about solving.

Toby smirks on his way out the door, clapping me on my arm when he passes. I may be wearing the Spanx I do during cheer to keep my junk out of the way, but there’s no hiding the fact I’m hard as fuck.

After another few seconds, I head for the door and leave the room.

“Thank fuck,” Jasper says as he launches to his feet and shoves two envelopes at me. “I have to take a shit. Cover the door. I’ll be right back.”

“Nice,” I mutter, shaking my head. What is it with guys feeling the need to share their bodily functions with the world? I don’t need to know that!

I’m still sitting on the stool beside the door when Edin approaches. He’s far more present now. He looks like a real boy. There’s life in his eyes instead of the absent, glassy look I watched for the past hour or so.

However, he’s surprised to see me. I don’t think he even recognizes I was just in the room with him, recording him fucking another man. His approach slows as he glances behind him.

“Jas stepped away,” I tell him. “You don’t want those details.”

I’m awarded one of those aloof half-smiles. “Ah.”

“I’m Elijah,” I say, curious if he’ll recognize that I was just introduced to him a short time ago.

He makes no indication that he does. “Edin,” he offers.

I hand him his envelope of cash. Edin doesn’t look inside, he just folds it in half and stuffs it in his pocket. “Thanks.”

Nodding, I release the lock on the door.

“See you around,” Edin mutters as he leaves.

Yes, he will. I’m not sure when and I have no actual plan, but I will be seeing Edin around.

Jasper returns before Denis finishes cleaning himself up and I leave, heading back upstairs to my room. I drop onto my bed and grip my throbbing cock. It’s near impossible to jerk myself with my hand in my pants wearing Spanx, but I fucking try.

Eyes closed, I picture Edin as he kept Denis in a chokehold while he fucked him like an animal. I wonder what he looks like when he’s actually into it. Does he moan? Does he beg?

I jump when another weight falls on my bed and glare at my brother. “What are you doing?” I ask, scowling at him.

“Hurry up,” he says as he settles back on my pillow with his phone in his hand. “Finish.”

It’s not like we haven’t jerked off in the same room before. We spent most of our childhood bouncing between sharing a room and having our own. Fuck, we still do. Our dads always say our innate desire to be so close all the time is because we spent months wrapped around each other in the womb.

There are ultrasound pictures proving as much.

However, I’m not in the mood to jerk off with my brother right here at the moment, so I pull my hand out of my pants and glare at him. “What do you want?”

“I can wait.”

“Just get on with it so you can leave.”

He looks at me over his phone with a frown. But he doesn’t argue as he shifts beside me on the bed. “Your boy scheduled three back-to-back sessions next Saturday.”

“I really don’t think I want to film again,” I comment. My dick aches already.

Zeke chuckles and shoves his phone in front of my face. “Just look, hornball.”

I take his phone from him and stare. Yep, three back-to-back with an hour between each shoot. The first is with Liam/“Dario,” the second is with Henry/“Jack,” and the third isn’t partnered.

I stare at the empty box as chills race over my body. We’re allowed to add ourselves to the schedule if we choose. Even if the partner we want is already paired, as long as it’s a few days before the session, we can bump them and take their spot. The only people we can’t bump are our frat brothers who have already claimed a shoot.

But I don’t need to bump anyone. The schedule is wide open.

For a minute, I meet Zeke’s eyes with a silent question. Should I really do this? Is this the right thing to do? Is it wrong and creepy?

His smile climbs, and we both know the answer. I’m going to do it. I click on the box and wait for the editing mode to populate. Then fill the box in with my name.

Yep. I’m going to fuck Edin. And I won’t let him disappear inside his head while I do.