Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Is Shawn allowed to play again?” Mac asked. “I thought he was on a lifetime ban after last time.”
Jude snorted. “What happened?”
“Fuck you!” Shawn’s voice rose in outrage. “I didn’t meant to throw the controller. I just forgot I didn’t have the wrist strap on.”
“Yeah, but if you hadn’t had a tantrum over losing, it wouldn’t have happened, would it? Shit happens, dude.”
That was Jez, looking thoroughly amused.
Shawn’s expression was dangerously close to a pout. “Yeah, but if you two hadn’t ganged up on me and kept pushing me off the track on Rainbow Road, I wouldn’t have lost.”
It shouldn’t have looked cute, but it sort of did. “Aw, baby, were the other kids mean to you?” Jude teased.
Shawn glared at him but then shook away his irritation. “Whatever, fuckers. Are we playing or not?”
They played, and Shawn did his best to be a graceful loser when Jez and Mac kept winning. Jude was too amused by Shawn’s rising irritation to care that he came last in nearly every race.
After Jez won again and Shawn came third as usual, Jude’s phone buzzed with the reminder he’d set up a while ago to alert him in time for his shows.
“Okay, I’m done,” he said. “I’ll leave you guys to it.”
“Can’t take the heat?” Mac grinned.
“Yeah, yeah. You and Jez clearly spend way too much time playing that game.” Jude put his controller down on the coffee table and stood, stretching. “I’ve got better things to do.”
“Are you up for another round, Shawn?” Jez asked.
“Nah, not tonight. I’ve, uh, got stuff to do too.” Something in his tone made Jude glance his way. But Shawn had his eyes down, untangling the wrist strap.
“Okay, thanks for the game, guys,” Jude said, then added, “and thanks for dinner, Shawn. I owe you one.”
Shawn looked up then. “No worries.” He smiled, and Jude held his gaze for a moment. His stomach did a little flip. Smiling was a really good look on Shawn.
“Bye, then.” Jude tore himself away, silently cursing himself for his inability to control his crush.
Still, at least it would give him something to think about during his show tonight.
CHAPTER FIVE
Shawn’s anticipation had been building with every hour that passed.
Even though he’d spent most of the day trying to convince himself that he wasn’t going to watch Jude’s show that evening, all along he’d known he was fighting a losing battle with his conscience.
He told himself it was experimental, all part of his journey of sexual self-discovery that he’d embarked on unintentionally. That was a shitty excuse too, though, because it wasn’t like Jude’s show was the only porn on the Internet. If he wanted, Shawn could find a thousand other cam boys or porn clips to watch in order to satisfy his bi-curiosity—and at some point, maybe he would. But the urge to watch Jude again was like the pull of the moon on the sea—powerful and irresistible.
Shawn settled on his bed with his laptop, his door locked, and a box of tissues handy. Actually, he didn’t even feel guilty any more. Horny as fuck already, he resigned himself to being a creeper, and smiled.
Jude would never need to know.
An hour and a half and two pretty awesome orgasms later, Shawn was regretting his life choices again. Jude was still going, pacing himself and waiting for his tips to rise before he came for his invisible audience.
Shawn hadn’t been able to hold out tonight; he hadn’t wanted to. He’d raced towards his first orgasm but took more time with the second. Tired and sated, he still couldn’t tear himself away. Instead he was watching Jude, amused by the way he interacted with the commenters. It was impressive how he played his crowd and responded to as many of them as he could. His easy smiles and humour were so appealing. No wonder he was popular.
Did ur mate ever say anything about catching u?
The question caught Shawn’s attention.
“Oh yeah, but it was no big deal,” Jude said. “He was chilled about it.”
Even though nobody in the chat room knew he was eavesdropping, Shawn’s skin prickled. He felt as though a hundred pairs of eyes were on him.
Bet he’s thinking about ur dick.
Jude laughed. “I wish. He’s straight, remember?”
Shawn stiffened. Did Jude really wish that?
“I went to the gym with him this morning, though,” Jude added, a dreamy quality to his voice. “Man… he’s built. Great biceps, and his thighs… fuck.” His hand moved faster on his dick. “He has seriously good thighs.”
Shawn’s whole body flushed at the compliment. It was weird to know that Jude thought of him like that.
Or did he, really? Maybe it was all just an act for the camera, more dirty talk.
Get him to do a show with u? one commenter suggested.
Another user added, We’d tip extra for that.
The chat box went crazy.