By the time he’d had a quick bite, taken a shower, and changed into something casual and comfortable, it was nearly time to log on.
He felt a little presumptuous settling on his bed with his laptop, but to be fair, that was where he sometimes browsed the web or played video games. Or looked at porn.
At exactly 8:00 . . .
There was Goldenboy_Jason.
Blake accepted the request, and his heart went crazy as the connection initialized.
And then, there he was—smiling on the other end, and quite obviously also in bed. His shoulders were bare. Shirtless? Completely naked? Hard to say, but sexy as hell.
“Hey.” Blake moistened his lips. “Long time no see.”
Jason grinned. “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.”
Were you?
“So, um. What prompted this?”
Jason’s grin broadened. “Oh, I started thinking, and remembered what you said about watching.” The image on the screen shifted, as if Jason and his laptop were both moving. Leaning forward, Blake guessed. He set the laptop down, presumably on his bed, and as he sat back, he said, “So I brought some friends over.”
Blake’s pulse shot up. Oh God . . .
Jason settled against the headboard. From his left and right, two faces moved into the screen.
And Blake’s jaw fell open.
Jared and Tristan.
And all three of them were completely naked.
Tristan gave him a cocky wink and thumbs-up, Jared waved, then Jason turned the computer again so he filled most of the screen. “I assume there’s no teaser necessary—you know exactly what you’re getting with us.”
“But not what you’ll do.” Blake was glad his voice was steady, because, hell, his body was already very much into it and they hadn’t even started.
“Feel free to make requests.” Jason pulled Tristan closer and they kissed, openmouthed, tongues and all, like they’d done this before. Blake wondered for a moment about Jared, but then Jason pulled Jared in for the same kind of kiss. It lasted maybe a minute; Jason clearly wasn’t rushing this.
Eventually, he turned toward the screen again. “We figured we’d start at fifteen grand . . . sterling, of course, and take it from there. Any specific requests will cost extra.”
The eye-watering price should’ve given him pause, but all he could think was Sign me up. “How do I pay?”
“Well, we decided interrupting to log into PayPal sucks, so you’ll pay us cash when you come back to London. I doubt you’ll try to stiff us, as it were, because then there won’t be any repeat performances.” Jason smirked. “And if you do, I know where you stay and who you work for.”
Blake raised his hands. “Point taken. I’ll pay up. Of course I will.”
“Of course you will.”
“Fifteen grand.” Blake sat back against the headboard. “Let’s see what I’m getting for my money.”
Jason sat the laptop back down, and Tristan and Jared came into view again—Jared looked slightly off guard there for a moment because Tristan had his hand around Jared’s cock and was stroking him slowly and firmly, grinning at him. Jason moved to kiss Jared, and they adjusted their positions easily so that they were all kneeling on the bed and Tristan was slowly jerking them both off while they kissed and swapped partners during the kissing. Jason was very likely the oldest—and Jared would hopefully never grow out of his extremely cute twink frame, while Tristan was somewhere in the middle.
There wasn’t much of an age gap between them, though, and they were all slim and fit. Lean, lithe, flexible, graceful in the sexiest ways imaginable. Blake already knew Tristan and Jared had been strippers at one time or another—and Lord, they were good at what they did—and now he suspected even more strongly that Jason was or had been a stripper too. As he watched Jason rub up against Tristan, narrow hips rocking slightly as if in a pantomime of fucking the slightly smaller rentboy, he imagined men walking into a strip club and dumping their life savings at Jason’s feet.
Jared put a hand against Jason’s chest and pushed him back a little. Jason sat up straighter, and when Jared changed position, getting on his hands and knees in front of Jason, both Jason and Blake pulled in audible breaths. Tristan moved too, and Blake couldn’t decide who to watch—Jared sucking Jason’s dick like his life depended on it, or Tristan kneeling behind Jason and making out with him over his shoulder, hands running all over Jason’s smooth abs and chest.
Jesus fuck. Blake had watched a lot of porn in his life, and he’d watched a lot of men fooling around in front of him, but this might’ve been the hottest thing he’d ever seen. If the three of them had been in the room with him, he would’ve blown his load by now. The three prostitutes he’d practically been addicted to, kissing and sucking and touching and hard as hell right there on his screen in front of him. More. God. He wanted to see more.