Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Leo snorted but took a step closer. “I told you I don’t watch gay porn.”
Zolt blinked. “What? Really? I thought you were joking—”
Leo dropped to the sofa next to Zolt. “No. I kinda… but don’t mock me, okay? I’ve always avoided it on purpose because I worried it would make me too curious. Guess that strategy didn’t work,” he said and nuzzled the side of Zolt’s head.
It was too cute for words, so Zolt turned his head and gave him a kiss. The scent of Leo’s skin was overwhelming and would remain in Zolt’s fantasies for a long time after Leo was out of his life. “That’s right. Why don’t we experiment? What kind of porn would you like to watch?”
Leo swallowed and rubbed his face, then glanced at Zolt, already getting flushed. Zolt could eat him up. “I don’t know. Show me something you like.”
Zolt chewed on his lip, his hands sliding to Leo’s neck to savor its heat as they watched one another. They might just continue watching Blake and Aaron’s scene, but the whole deal with gay-for-pay might not appeal to Leo’s sweet nature. He didn’t want to show anything completely vanilla either, as he didn’t have much of that in his favorites, and Leo did like dirty talk. Something in the middle, then. Not too hard, not too soft but definitely kinky. And with actors that would appeal to Leo—actors whose bodies resembled Zolt’s.
“I’m gonna pop another cherry of yours.”
Leo chuckled and poked Zolt with his elbow. “You’ll have enough of those to make a cherry pie soon. If you cooked. I’m just greedy to know you better. Wait,” he said when Zolt chose a video. “Is that the same actor as before? Are you in his fan club, or something?”
Zolt looked at Aaron Patton, who sat in an empty high school classroom, a yellow shirt clinging to his muscular torso as he corrected student essays. “Ah... I suppose actors have their favorite types of porn too. He and I have similar tastes,” Zolt said, pulling Leo closer, but his thoughts wandered to the other thing Leo said. The cherry pie. What else could he initiate Leo into? There were still so many things, role-playing for one thing, but he could think of one more activity Leo hadn’t yet tried. Zolt didn’t know whether Leo would be up for fucking another man. Zolt wouldn’t ask, because he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to bottom and give up the control over his body to someone else, even a man as gentle at heart as Leo.
Leo sat more comfortably against Zolt, and while it was exciting to watch his reactions to the flick, the whole situation felt cozy. In the living room they shared, on a lazy Sunday afternoon, they were just two guys spending time together, as if Leo weren’t here only because of the drugs.
“Now I’m really curious. You have a foot fetish or something? Do you secretly smell my shoes when I’m away?” Leo asked, his mouth crooking in a roguish smile.
“Where did that come from? Is that because I have so many sneakers?” he asked, nodding at the shelving unit, which contained his collection.
Leo rubbed his hand up Zolt’s thigh. “Duh. Who spends their free time cleaning sneakers they don’t secretly want to jizz into?”
“Is that your idea of fun? Jizzing into women’s high heels?” Zolt whispered and licked the edge of Leo’s smooth jaw, tasting his citrusy cologne.
Leo sniggered. "Shh…! I'm missing important plot points."
Brent Ford walked in, wearing jeans that hugged his magnificent thighs, which were a testament to the fact that he never skipped leg day. He came to the school to talk about his son’s grades and convince Aaron to reconsider the F he’d given Brent’s son lately, but Zolt wasn’t listening to the dialogue anymore, too focused on the flavor of Leo’s skin.
Leo went silent, and his Adam’s apple bobbed faster when Aaron suggested Brent could help his son get ahead in school. For a price. Zolt would pay to know what was actually going on in his lover’s head.
“Just watch. I have more interesting things to say than any of them,” Zolt whispered into Leo’s ear as Brent kneeled between Aaron’s thighs and opened his slacks. “I have so, so many things to say about you.”
“You do? Huh?” Leo’s attention was scattered, and Zolt tried to imagine the chaos of watching gay porn for the first time after a lifetime of living as a straight man. Was Leo afraid? Mildly uncomfortable? Or would this be his new drug of choice? Zolt didn’t need to look at the screen, because his kink was there in person—a straight guy getting all flustered to see Brent open his mouth for cock.
“That’s it. Make it good,” Aaron huffed. “You want your boy getting only As from now on…”