For the Cameras (Fixer Brothers Construction Co #6) Read Online Raleigh Ruebins

Categories Genre: M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Fixer Brothers Construction Co Series by Raleigh Ruebins
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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“Stop anytime you need to, Adam.”

“I don’t want to stop,” he said. “I want to get naked in front of you, and I don’t think I give a damn how embarrassed I’ll be tomorrow morning.”

I gave him a nod. “Trust me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“This is the first night I haven’t been deeply anxious around an attractive guy… probably in my whole life,” Adam said, and for a split second I swore I saw a deep pain behind his eyes. “I know I’m going to wake up again tomorrow morning and be myself again. And to be honest, I’m kind of fucking sick of myself. Sick of being anxious and afraid.”

I swallowed again, nodding at him. “I understand.”

“So, yeah, I’m drunk,” he continued, “but also, I just want to get naked and make a fool of myself and have fun.”

“Fuck yes,” I said.

He pushed off his boxer-briefs and his cock bobbed free, hard and pink at the tip. If I thought my mouth was watering before, it was ten times more now. He reached his arms above his head, stretching his torso, his perfect body on full display.

“So is this how your hookups usually go?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

I pushed my hair back with my fingers. “Can’t say I’ve ever had anyone strip naked in my kitchen while we’re about to make breakfast foods,” I told him. “But I have to say, I am a huge fan of it.”

“Will you film me?” he asked. “Cooking naked in your kitchen?”

My interest perked up.

Adam really was fun when he was being himself.

“You just have to promise not to hurt yourself, okay?” I asked. “Stay back from the hot pans.”

He smiled, leaning his head to one side in a flirty way that made me want to explode. “I promise.”

As I went to my hall closet and pulled out one of my handheld cameras, I realized that I wasn’t as surprised by Adam stripping naked in my kitchen as I should have been. He had been shy and awkward and nervous as hell in person since the moment I’d met him, but something about what he was doing now almost felt more real, somehow.

Like this was the version of Adam that had been buried deep inside him for years, waiting for a moment to come out and shine.

The version of him that was able to let loose completely on camera, alone in his home, but never showed itself in public. Adam clearly liked being seen, and being seen naked—he just didn’t have many opportunities to express that side of himself outside of his OnlyShots videos.

It felt special that he was willing to do this around me, even if he was aided by a bit of liquor.

He seemed like he felt free. And all I felt for that was a sense of pride.

“Here we go,” I said, walking back over to the kitchen with my camera in hand. “The first installment of Cooking while Erect. You’re the star, Adam.”

He grinned again when I said the silly title, but the moment a camera was on him, it was like the wild version of him only came out more.

I hit record, and the red light turned on on the front of the camera. I focused on the section of Adam that he always highlighted in his videos, only filming him from the lips downward, not showing his eyes.

“Evening, all,” he said in the velvety voice I’d come to love on his videos. “I’m here in my friend’s kitchen tonight to make some strawberry pancakes. We’ve been drinking, and we need a little sustenance. Let’s get started.”

I couldn’t stop smiling behind the camera as I filmed him cutting up some strawberries into tiny pieces, mixing together the pancake batter, and getting the pan nice and hot. He acted like he was on a regular cooking show, explaining how to make each part, except for the fact that he was naked from head to toe. He stacked the pancakes on a plate, topped them with more strawberries and whipped cream, and placed them on the breakfast bar, ready and waiting for us.

I stopped recording and set down the camera. I pulled out the tall chair at the breakfast bar, sitting down and taking a bite. “This is delicious, and that was fun,” I said. “I know you’re not going to actually post that, but thank you for entertaining me, Adam.”

He was at the breakfast bar, eating while standing up. I felt like I was watching some perfect marble statue while he licked whipped cream from his fork. Casually, as if he didn’t look like a damn model.

“I might post it,” he said in between bites. “Why not?”

“It isn’t exactly your usual type of content, I guess.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “Most people might laugh at it, I guess. But some people could definitely jerk off to it.”


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