5
Dylan and Garrett had to pass by the free-for-all room on the way to the studio. The door was left open, allowing passersby an unobstructed view of the activities taking place inside. Garrett paused, a smile forming as he took a moment toobservethe two men on the bed getting down and dirty. Dylan wanted to get on to the studio but was compelled to wait for Garrett to lead the way.
Lucas had Hal half-naked and his hand shoved down Hal’s open jeans, vigorously working his cock. Hal perched upright on his knees, eyelids heavy, hips rocking as he groaned and grunted his pleasure.
“Yeah, baby,” Lucas panted and sucked his throat. He worked Hal’s erection free from his pants and pumped his engorge shaft for all the viewers to see—including Garrett and Dylan.
“Fuck,”Hal gasped and thrust his dick through the man’s fist.
Garrett laughed quietly and looked at Dylan. “They’re good together. The viewers are going to love this.” He bumped him lightly and winked. “But they’ll love us even more.”
Dylan was relieved when Garrett moved on, allowing Dylan to leave the on-going scene behind. He didn’t want to watch Hal fuck Lucas. He didn’t want to watch Hal fuckanyone.They’d been best friends for years, and though Hal had regaled him with many explicit sex adventures—Dylan had never actually watched Hal make out with a guy. And he had no desire to now. He sensed his own glimmer of animosity toward his friend and didn’t understand what had happened between them down in the entry hall. Whatever it was, Hal had caused it by getting pissy over…what? Dylan still didn’t know what the fuck had pissed off Hal.
It was when you said you chose Garrett as your co-star.
That made no sense. This waswhyHal had brought him here—to have his first gay sex experience with a porn star.
A surge of breath rushed through Dylan’s nostrils and he forced away thoughts of Hal. They would talk it out later. They always did. But right now, Dylan didn’t want to deal with it or think about it.
Gideon was waiting in the large studio room along with the camera crew. He quickly made introductions then led the two of them over to the huge bed which was made up in white linen and a thick white comforter and matching plush pillows.
“We’re going to shoot the full scene here,” Gideon explained. “Nothing is scripted in this segment. I want complete realism, so don’t feel like you have to act a certain way or say or do specific things. I want you to be yourself and react naturally. If you’re not ready to take it to the next level, then say so. Garrett is here to support you and follow your lead. He won’t force you to do anything you’re not ready for. Okay?”
Dylan breathed deep and nodded.
“How you feeling?”
“A little scared,” Dylan admitted with a shaky smile. “Nervous.”
“That’s understandable,” Gideon said, “but there’s no need to be. Just think of everyone in this room as your support team. We’re all here for you.”
Dylan glanced at the camera crew and the director who Gideon had introduced as Rich. They had friendly faces and he felt the support that Gideon spoke of. They seemed a little less like total strangers, which helped Dylan relax a bit more. He tried not to think about what would come after all this. What his lifeout therewould be like if it was discovered he’d come here and made out with a gay porn star on film. Although he and Hal were best friends, they each had their own clique of “regular” friends who didn’t really intermingle. Dylan’s friends knew Hal was gay and only occasionally ribbed Dylan about it, but Hal didn’t “hang out” with them. And most of Hal’s friends were clubbers who spend most of their time in the gay clubs, along with Hal.
He got teased sometimes for spending so much time with Hal, but Dylan’s friends didn’t really think he was gay or even harbor gay tendencies. He didn’t know how they would react if he turned out to be gay. He hadn’t taken them for bigots, but sometimes the “bigot” didn’t reveal itself until matters hit closer to home.
“Ready to do this?” Garrett asked when Gideon went to speak with Rich.
“It’s now or never, I guess,” Dylan answered as his stomach twisted up on itself.
Garrett smiled. “I know you’re nervous, but once we get going, you’ll relax. It’s amazing how fast everything else just fades away once your juices start flowing.”
“Yeah.” Dylan hoped he was right. If he remained aware of the cameras—and the reality that “the world” would have access to what he did here today—he didn’t know if he could get through it.
“Don’t look so worried.” Garrett chuckled. “It’s going to be great. You’re going to have fun. I guarantee it.”
“Hey!” The twins blew into the room like mini-tornadoes and engulfed Garrett and Dylan. Marcus slipped his arm through Dylan’s and gazed up at him with his big blue eyes. “Can we watch?”
The boy had hypnotic eyes and the idea of denying him anything seemed irrational and unnatural.
“I don’t mind.” Garrett slipped his arm around Mickey and kissed his cheek.
Mickey flashed an impish grin. “Can wejoin?”
“Mm. Don’t tempt me.” Garrett kissed his mouth.
“You’re always tempted.” Mickey grinned against his lips.
“Too true.” Garrett chuckled and kissed him again.
