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)
“So.” Jez folded his arms. “Now we’ve established that I wasn’t hallucinating last night and you two really were making out on the dance floor and fucking like bunnies when you got home, can you put me out of my misery and explain how the hell this happened?”
Everyone looked expectantly at Shawn, including Jude.
“Well—” Shawn cleared his throat. “—I… uh, I’m bi. I think. It just took me a while to admit it to myself and actually do something about it.”
“No shit.” Jez raised his eyebrows.
“I told you he was in denial!” Ewan burst out gleefully. “I fucking told you and none of you believed me.”
“I did!” Jude protested.
“Seriously?” Shawn rounded on him. “When did you wankers have this discussion about me? And how long have you been talking about me behind my back?”
Jude flushed and said a little sheepishly, “It was no big deal. Just something that came up one time when you were a twat about Dev and Ewan kissing.”
Shawn looked stricken and Jude felt bad for reminding him about that night. He’d already apologised for it.
“Oh yeah,” Shawn muttered, “I remember. Fuck, I was an arsehole. I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, you were,” Ewan said, but then he smiled. “But I think we can let you off. You’ve come a long way since then.”
Shawn held up his and Jude’s joined hands. “Yeah.” He turned to Jude and tugged him closer. He pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek that made Jude’s heart do a little flip, and then Shawn put his arm around him and beamed. “I guess I have.”
EPILOGUE
A few weeks later
Shawn sat in the chair in his room, shirtless, his sweatpants pushed down around his hips, his laptop open on the desk in front of him. He stroked himself slowly, riding the delicious crest of arousal as he watched Jude on the screen. A quick glance at the clock told him that there wasn’t long to wait now. Jude’s show was nearly over; he’d be going for the grand finale any minute now.
Jude chuckled in response to a comment. “Thanks, I’m glad you approve of my cock. I’m pretty fond of it myself.”
His boyfriend likes it too.
Shawn felt a familiar flash of jealousy when he remembered other people got to see Jude like this.
They’d discussed how to handle Jude’s cam shows when they made things official between them. Jude hadn’t wanted to stop, because he needed the money, and Shawn didn’t really have a problem with it. The thing they had both agreed on, though, was that Jude would go back to doing them solo. Neither of them wanted to play out their relationship on camera any more. It was private now, for them alone. So they got around Shawn feeling weird about Jude’s shows by including him in a way only they knew about. Jude knew Shawn was watching and waiting for him to finish.
Shawn smiled as he watched Jude stroke himself faster, getting flushed and breathless.
He’s mine. I’m the only one who gets to touch him. I’m the only one who gets fucked by him.
Shawn was getting close now, so he stopped stroking, teasing the head with his thumb as he watched Jude’s hand speed up on his cock.
“Oh yeah,” Jude gasped out. “Yeah, fuck. I’m nearly there.”
The urge to come with him was hard to resist, but Shawn was practised at this now. Jude would make it worth his while if he held off.
Jude arched and came with a cry, the sound tinny on Shawn’s laptop, a shadow of the real thing. Shawn tensed, his cock flexing in his hand as he bit his lip so hard it hurt.
Hurry up.
Jude rushed through his usual goodbye spiel and cut the camera feed.
Shawn counted slowly in his head as he waited, hand gripping his cock, stroking just enough to keep him close, ready for Jude. He heard footsteps on the stairs, then a tap-tap-tap on his door. He stood, pulled up his sweatpants, and hurried to open the door.
Jude stood there, hair tousled as if he’d pulled on his T-shirt in a hurry, pyjama bottoms low on his hips.
“Finally,” Shawn said.
“Hey, baby.” Jude raked his gaze down Shawn’s torso to the tent in his sweats. “Have you been a good boy?”
“Aren’t I always?” Shawn grabbed his arm and tugged Jude inside so he could close and lock the door behind him. Shawn prided himself on his ability to wait.
“Yeah, you are.” The approval in Jude’s tone made Shawn flush with pride and the desire to please him even more. “Now get naked and get back in that chair.”
Shawn hurried to comply, shedding his clothes in a heap on the floor and turning his desk chair to be face-to-face with Jude. He sat down and spread his legs, his cock poking up eagerly. He let his hands drop by his sides, knowing not to touch himself now Jude was here.