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"Let's make a sex tape."
It's the last thing Dylan would have expected Eric to say while Dylan's pants and underwear are down around his thighs and Eric's palm is broad over his straining cock. He sits up with a "What?" that sounds a lot less incredulous than he feels, and he struggles to catch his breath as Eric looks at him with wide, earnest eyes, the pupils dilated and dark.
"Let's make a sex tape." Eric says it again, lips curling around the words like they're a particular delicacy. He squeezes Dylan's cock and Dylan can't help but groan and arch into it. "No one's going to be home for hours." He leans in, trails his tongue along the shell of Dylan's ear, and Dylan shivers, swallowing audibly as Eric whispers, "And I really, really want to see what I look like with your cock buried in my ass."
"Reb, holy shit." Dylan blushes furiously, but he can't deny the spark of that those words shot through him. "Someone could find it, or-or-or-" He flounders for an excuse but comes up with none, and Eric grins devilishly, taking Dylan’s cock in sure hand.
"No one will find it," he assures, dragging his thumb over the smooth tip, the indent of the slit. "I'll put it on my computer and hide it. No one will ever know that it's there." He twists his wrist and strokes and Dylan moans, pleasure curling insistently in little hot sparks.
Dylan wants to say no, that it's a dumb idea. What if they look bad? but he also knows that he's always been curious to know what they look like when they're doing that. Eric is gorgeous when Dylan's fucking him, all scrunched nose and eyes, beautifully swollen lax lips, a body that moves however Dylan wants it to. He knows these things, because he can see them. But Eric can't.
And it’s like Eric can read Dylan’s mind, he smiles and whispers, "And you always look so amazing when you're fuck me and makes me take it." Dylan breaks and he's gasping out, "Yes, fuck, okay, yes."
Eric took his Sony 8mm camcorder, and Dylan stares at it, intimidated, as Eric sets it up on the tripod and fiddles with it until it's pointed at an angle he likes. "I don't know about this," Dylan says, that uncertainty coming back full-force. "Cameras capture everything, Reb. Everything,”
Eric just laughs. His eyebrows rise, and he says, "No matter what you tell me, Dylan Klebold, we are still going to make this tape and you are going to look as gorgeous as you always do."
Dylan sighs, and when the camera lets out a little ding and a red light flashes, he feels his heart beat a little faster. Unconsciously he shifts on the bed, angling his body and sitting up a little straighter. "If you say so."
"Oh, I do." Eric walks towards him, eyes darker and more intent than they were just a moment ago, and when he climbs onto the bed he doesn't break eye contact and Dylan doesn't either. They gravitate towards each other, seamless and practiced, and Dylan winds his arms around Eric's waist as he kisses him. It quickly moves from slow and languid to messy and heated, Dylan flushes at the sound of their lips smacking and sliding wetly together. He groans when Eric's tongue slides into his mouth, and groans again when Eric's hand tangles in his hair and tugs, gentle.
"I can't believe we're doing this," Dylan says with a breathless giggle. His fingers tap over the cotton of Eric's underwear stretched over the swell of his ass, and after another moment's hesitation he slides his hand down, squeezes and smiles when Eric gasps.
Eric returns the giggle when he regains his composure and leans in to kiss Dylan again. "I can't, either. It's gonna be so hot." Kisses him, teeth sharp against Dylan's lower lip, and says, "Are you nervous?"
"A little," Dylan admits. "But I'm really excited, too."
The bed dips and shifts under Dylan's knees as Eric moves in again, kissing down Dylan’s jaw and to the soft, sensitive skin of his neck. Dylan gasps, biting down on his lower lip, and lets his head fall back. One of Eric's palms comes up, rubs over his chest, and Dylan gasps again, “God, Eric.”
"Touch me," Eric whispers, hushed and hurried. He goes Dylan’s wrist but Dylan is already reaching between them, rubbing over Eric's cock before pushing down the waistband of his underwear and taking him in hand. Eric's forehead drops to Dylan's shoulder, and his body trembles, hips fucking forward. "Yeah, that's it. Fuck V, like that, babe. Please touch me just like that,"
"Greedy," Dylan murmurs, running his other hand down the smooth slope of Eric's back. His skin tingles at the thought that he's the one making Eric feel like this and that he's going to actually see it. He tugs, twists, just the way Eric always likes it, and with the weight of the eye of the camera on them, the promise of watching it later together. Dylan gently eases Eric onto his back. He lets go of Eric's cock, watches it slap against his abdomen where it curves, red and thick and so very, very hard, against his navel. And he tugs Eric's underwear down his legs, hesitates only a moment before tugging his own off, too.
He bends for a kiss and Eric meets him halfway, and it's hungry, desperate, tongues meeting before lips and lips sliding slick and uncoordinated. Eric hikes up a leg, curls it around Dylan's thigh before letting it fall back to the bed and spread wider. His hands slide down Dylan's back, curve over the swell of Dylan's ass, he yelps when Eric squeezes and pushes them together. The head of his cock catching on Eric's and making him shudder and twist.
Eric moans, low and throaty and beautiful. The skin of his neck is slick and salty where Dylan sucks a darkening mark. Dylan grabs Eric's thigh, hitches it up again and ruts his hips forward, over and over until Eric is gasping under him, grabbing at the sheets as he arches up to meet the roll of Dylan's body. "So good," Eric gasps, fitting a palm around the nape of Dylan's neck. Tugs him down, kisses him deep and dirty, and his moan vibrates against Dylan's lips, worms its way through his body. "Goddamn Dylan, this is feels so good."
"Want you to suck me off," Dylan says, sliding his hand until he gets to the curve of Eric's ass. He squeezes and Eric keens, nods, says yes. They're mindful of the camera as they move, and it ends with Eric kneels in front of Dylan. Dylan looks down to his boyfriend and caressing his cheek. Dylan’s cock swaying inches from his mouth.
Dylan looks almost imperceptibly over his shoulder, makes sure that the unblinking eye of the camera has a good shot from where it is. He pushes his hips forward, groaning as the warm velvet of Eric's tongue presses against his cock. Eric grips onto Dylan's thighs, and his eyes gradually close as Dylan feeds more of his cock into his mouth. The choke when Dylan hits the back of his throat is faint and hardly audible, but Eric pushes past it, breathes out harsh and grips harder to Dylan’s thighs as he relaxes his throat. His eyes water slightly when he looks up.
"Reb..” Dylan murmurs. "God, look at you, taking my cock down your throat." He pulls out slightly, pushes back in, and Eric's eyes close to slits, a moan rumbling through his chest as he swallows again, hollows his cheeks.
Dylan can't help but look over at the camera again, feels a little thrill run down his spine. He can't believe that they're doing this, and he feels so…daring and dirty. As he begins to gently thrust in and out of Eric's mouth, his fingers gripping tighter to Eric’s hair and his breath coming out in labored pants and little ragged gasps, he wonders why they haven't done this before. It seems so natural that they should have.
Eric taps on Dylan's thigh, and Dylan looks down in alarm. He slides his cock as gently as he can from between Eric's lips. And Eric beats him to it, says, hoarse in a way that makes Dylan tremble, "V.. want you to fuck me." He smiles with saliva-slicked, swollen lips, and Dylan bends down, grips Eric’s chin and doesn't care how messy it is as he slides his tongue into Eric's mouth and tastes himself.
"Gonna fuck you so hard," Dylan murmurs, sucking Eric's lower lip into his mouth.
He moves to get the lube, and his hand pauses over a strip of condoms in the drawer. He looks back, sees that Eric has arranged himself on his back, legs spread slightly and smirked at him. Dylan looks down at the condoms again and he bites his lip. He shuts the drawer and the lube is already in his hand. Eric looks up, still grinning and he lifts himself up on his elbows, spreads his legs a little and begins to say, "C'mere,"
Dylan cuts him off swiftly, uncapping the lube and shaking it down towards the top. "Hands and knees."
Eric blinks in surprise, mouth falling open in a comic little O, but obeys. The bed trembles, creaks and shakes as Eric gets on his hands and knees. He looks back with wide-eyed, Dylan just smiles as he kneels behind him.
The flesh of Eric's ass is firm as Dylan runs his hand over it. Underneath him Eric groans, “Dylan..”
"Shh." Dylan places his fingers featherlight at the top of the divide of Eric's ass, "Spread your legs a little more for me, babe."
Eric does, and Dylan bites back his groan at the sight of his boyfriend’s ass and hole. He coats his fingers in the lube and rubs over Eric's hole before slowly pushing in. Eric tightens, then relaxes, dropping his head as he groans and pushes back, sinking Dylan’s finger to the last knuckle.
"You're gonna look so pretty," Dylan murmurs. He slides his fingers out and crooks them, watches them slide back into Eric's body. The clench of his hole swallowing them up. He bends pressing a kiss to Eric's lower back; he darts out his tongue, points it, and trails it down between Eric's cheeks.
"Oh fuck," Eric whines, nasally and high. He shakes under Dylan's touch, fingers gripping the sheets tightly. Dylan slides three fingers in, works them really slow until Eric is begging.
"Dyl, fuck me please," Eric turns his head to the side, pants, pushes his ass up and begs, "V, please."
Dylan slides his fingers out and slicks up his cock, swallowing down his groans at the tight pull of his fist. He settles between Eric's legs, nudging them wider and grips Eric's hips. He twitches forward, the blunt head of his cock nudging at Eric's hole, a tease, and Eric sobs out, he grabs at the sheets and lets an arm bend at the elbow. "God, yes, please. Please please please,”
"What do you want, Reb?" Dylan asks. He nudges his cock against Eric's hole again, slides up so the slick, hard length glides between his cheeks. "What do you want me to do?”
"Fuck me." Eric doesn't hesitate. "I want you inside of me,"
Dylan grips the base of his cock and pushes in. Under him Eric lets out a moan of relief as each inch slides in until Dylan’s bottomed out, hips flush to Eric's ass. Dylan drops his forehead to the space between Eric's shoulder blades, breathes out a laugh when he slides his hand up Eric's chest. "We're really doing this."
Eric's laugh rumbles, strained, through Dylan's body. "We're really doing this."
"You feel so good," Dylan murmurs, pressing a kiss to the salt-slicked skin. He gently swivels his hips, feels Eric's hole clench around him when he slides slightly out and fucks back in. "Uh, I love you Reb,"
"I love you too, Dylan,” Eric grunts. Dylan's hand finds Eric's, and he runs his fingers over the mountain range of knuckles, squeezes once before straightening up and gripping Eric's hips again, pulling him closer as he pulls out and fucks back in. Eric's skin ripples as he cries out, breathy and broken, and Dylan's quick to find a pace, keep it.
"Yes, yes, yes," Eric cries, dropping his head and meeting Dylan's thrusts with muted slaps of skin. "God, right there babe,"
Dylan shifts on the bed, changes their position and Eric moans when his boyfriend’s cock brushes just right. He tosses his head back, arches. Dylan watches the dip and tilt of his back as he brings a hand under himself, wrapping his fist loosely around his cock. "Fuck,”
Dylan feels it coiling, twisting, low in his stomach, he wets his lips and swallows hard. Dylan doesn't warn Eric when he slides out of him, stepping off the bed to grab the camera. Eric looks over, wrecked, eyes half-lidded and face flushed sex-red. He blinks, “What the fuck, what are you doing Dylan?”
Dylan climbs back onto the bed, his heart thudding anew. Eric's hole is red and open, inviting and slick with lube. He looks at the camera's viewfinder, positions it until it's high enough above Eric's body to give him a good shot. He takes his cock in one hand and rubs the slick. Fat head over Eric's hole, the divide of his ass, and says over Eric’s groan, "Just getting a better angle, babe."
He squeezes Eric's cheek when he fucks back in, watching through the viewfinder as the slick length of his cock slides in and out of Eric’s hole. "I'm gonna come inside your tight ass," he groans, "and get it all on camera, shit."
"God, yes, yes," Eric let out a whine when Dylan fucks shallowly in, teasing, then repeats. "I'm so close, V”
Eric squeezes Dylan's cheek again and keeps his hand there. Kneading, as his hips slap against Dylan's ass. The camera moves with his body, the quality won't be very good, he knows. But it's so hot that he can't stop, wouldn't stop even if he had to.
Eric comes before Dylan with a keening cry. His back arching before going taut, he pushes back against Dylan and clenching erratically around him. He lets his hand fall from his cock to the bed. "Oh fuck." It's a breathless, panting moan. "Fuck."
Dylan swallows hard, lets his jaw fall slack with an exhaled breath. He fuck his boyfriend harder and harder, the camera trained unsteadily on Eric's ass as he finally buries himself balls-deep, comes with a low moan as his toes curl and the heat rushes and explodes, stealing his breath and seizing his body.
His hand trembles on the camera as he slides out, and he doesn't have to ask, doesn't have to even say anything before Eric is pushing it out, come trickling white from the red, swollen stretch of his hole. Eric turns his head, looks back through lidded eyes and says, innocently, "I feel dirty."
"That's because you are," Dylan says in awe. Trailing his fingers featherlight over the divide of Eric's ass, down to his perineum where come is still trickling. "God, Reb. You're such a filthy little boy."
Eric hums in contentment, smiling lazily as he drops to his elbows and pushes his ass higher in the air as Dylan slips a curious finger in and more white slides out. "Mmm. Good. Only for you."
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Now they’re already lying on the bed with the blanket covering their bodies. With Dylan cuddled up Eric’s back and kissing his back and shoulder. Eric turned around and said "V, I think we could make a lot of money off of this."
Dylan smacks his shoulder but smiles anyway. "No way. You're mine, and I am not sharing you with the world."
Eric shivers, pupils dilating slightly. "Say it again."
Dylan raises a brow but says, "You're mine, Eric."