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“Is it on?”
“I think it is…”
“What do you mean you think?!”
“I—I mean..I see it, but—”
“Let me see.”
A bright shape bloomed into frame, overexposed at first, then gradually sharpening: Ash.
“You can barely see me.”
“I can see you perfectly, baby.”
A soft smile pulled at Ash’s lips. He tilted his head, faintly shy.
“You look like you’re glowing.”
“Let me see.”
Ash took the camera from Shorter's hands, angling it down. There, sprawled shirtless across the bed, was Shorter. Grin cocky, sunglasses tossed somewhere off-screen.
“Look at the camera, weirdo.” The camera shook a little in Ash's hold as he adjusted the lens.
“I’ve got an angel right in front of me. Why would I stare at anything else?”
Ash scoffed.
“Point it down, baby.” Shorter's stupid smirk was audible in his voice.
“Ewww, no.” Ash squirmed, his bruised knees planted firm on either side of Shorter’s thighs.
“Eww? You weren’t saying that a few minutes ago,” Shorter’ teased. One hand sliding up to rest on Ash’s thigh, fingers lightly placed on the light purple bruise that had been painted on that thin, pale thigh.
Ash gasped softly, barely caught on the audio as the camera shook, “Shut up.”
Shorter burst out laughing.
“We’re not doing this,” Ash said flatly, panning the view down to where he now sat on Shorter’s lap.
“Wait, baby—”
“Okay…is it on?"
“Yup. Don’t turn it off again.”
“Mhmm,” Ash responded.
The camera settled on Ash’s face, framed between Shorter’s thick thighs. One hand slowly rubbed the visible hard mount on Shorter's boxers—his hard-on trapped inside those hideous banana print boxers.
Ash glanced at the lens. Quiet. His eyes dropped again to his hand, at how big Shorter was underneath him.
“C’mon, baby.”
“What?” Ash asked, smiling now.
“You know what.” Shorter's grin was widening.
Ash stroked him slowly, deliberately. He felt the heat of him, the damp spot soaking through the fabric from how much precum was already leaking.
They’d been at it for minutes. But if you count the tension, a few hours. If you count it from the very text that started it all, it’d be right to say Ash was torturing Shorter.
The crew had been worried because they hadn’t seen him around—only for Shorter to get a ping from a random number just as he was closing the kitchen at Chang Dai.
An address and a time:
1199 Atlantic Ave
11pm
He didn’t need a name to know.
He wrapped up fast. Ran upstairs, took the quickest shower of his life to wash off the smell of onion and soy sauce. Threw on whatever he found on the floor, grabbed his backpack, and left.
And now they were here, in the dark of a hotel room.
Ash didn’t want the lights on. The only glow came from the TV, which had become nothing but white noise.
Shorter had spotted the camera he’d borrowed up at a thrift shop in Midtown. Still in his bag. He pulled it out, holding it up.
“What about filming it?” he’d asked.
Ash’s shoulders had tensed instantly. His eyes flicked toward him, bored and cold. “Why?”
“Why not?” Shorter grinned. “C’mon, it’d be fun. Look, see? It even has night vision.”
Ash stayed quiet for a few seconds before smirking dryly.
“Do you really want to record yourself cumming in two minutes?”
Shorter groaned. “Oh, don’t do this.”
Ash's light laughed filled the room.
“Okay.”
Shorter blinked.
“Okay, what?”
“I’ll do it.” Ash said, walking over to sit on the edge of the hotel bed, legs crossed, unbothered.
Shorter stood dumbfounded by the counter. Not like this was new—they’d filmed a few things before…
Still though—
“Well?” Ash raised a brow. “You gonna move or what?”
And now they laid here.
Shorter half naked with that beautiful, fully clothed angel; quiet and shy as the camera lens gently panned to his figure.
Ash's grip tightened on Shorter's bulge before reaching for the waistband of Shorter's boxers and pulling them down. The lens caught those sharp green eyes—a sparkle appearing in them as Shorter's hard dick was finally freed.
Shorter swore Ash's eyes sparkled.
Or maybe it was just the night vision that made them appear so.
Ash's cold, bony hand wrapped around his shaft. He leaned down and kissed the base. His mouth trailed to Shorter’s balls, taking one into his mouth with that same calm, practiced silence.
Shorter groaned. “Baby…”
He fumbled with the camera again, angling it to the side, watching Ash’s mouth trailing up, all the way to the tip. Ash kissed the tip, licking off the precum.
Shorter grinned. “Do you like the taste?”, eyes fixed on him.
Ash pulled back, glancing up. “It’s awful.”
Shorter laughter filled the room. “Awful?”
Ash smirked, eyes glittering now. “Yeah. It’s gross.”
He stroked him with one hand while his other gripped the base. Then, slowly, he opened his mouth again, took in just the head, and, sucking, tongue flicking over his slit—green eyes locked on Shorter the entire time.
He pulled back with a breath. “It tastes good,” Ash whispered. “So good.”
Shorter shivered.
Ash knew how he tasted. Salty.
As long as it wasn’t that bitter, metallic kind of cum taste he hated—Ash would swallow anything.
“Take all of it, baby,” Shorter pleaded. His hand gripped the sheets. It took everything in him not to reach for Ash’s blonde locks. He had already agreed to record—and that, in and of itself, was more than enough.
Ash stuck out his tongue, then tapped Shorter’s dick against it a few times. The slap of it was soft, but the sight was filthy. Shorter’s thighs tensed.
“Fuck…” Shorter huffed out. His hand reached for the camera again, shifting the angle for it to capture Ash’s front view. He looked beautiful—lying belly flat on the bed between Shorter’s thighs, hand cupping his cock.
“You’re so hot, you know that?”
Ash nodded silently, wearing that sexy smirk that said he’d heard it a million times before.
He rose to his knees, lazily stroking Shorter with one hand, the other brushing a piece of hair behind his ear.
“Keep sucking it.”
Ash looked up, lips curving. “No.”
Shorter barked out a laugh.
Ash leaned forward again, mouth parting, lips wrapping around him, but only halfway, before pulling back up. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Turn the camera off,” Ash said quietly.
Instead, Shorter reached up, grabbing Ash by the forearm and guiding him closer. “Come here,” he whispered.
Ash moved to his side, leaning in, his face slipping out of the cameras frame. He pressed a soft kiss to Shorter’s mouth.
“Turn it off, Sho,” Ash repeated, softer now.
Shorter didn’t respond.
He took the camera from Shorter's hand.
A soft click.
The screen went black.