He walks off screen for a moment and I hear the sound of him clattering around various tools and supplies. I forgot that Chase never really sits still, and I like watching him move in and out of the frame.
“Well, you should do it,” he calls out from off screen.
He walks back into view carrying a box full of paints. His hair is a shiny black mess at the top of his head, and I think I see a smear of pink paint at the end of one lock.
“Chase,” I say.
“Don’t do a nude shoot if it’s going to, like, ruin your career or something,” he says. “But it would be hot.”
“It might honestly begoodfor my career. I don’t know at this point.”
He glances up at the screen.
For the first time in the entire call, he’s standing still.
Contemplating something.
He pauses for at least thirty seconds before he finally speaks.
“I’m a photographer. Just FYI.”
He stares at me through the camera. Two penetrating eyes, laser focused on me.
I shift on the deck chair, which feels too rigid all of a sudden.
He’s a photographer.Of course he is.His paintings are the main focus of his profile, but he seems to be interested in every type of art known to mankind, and he has a few shockingly tasteful photographed portraits of his friends on the page.
My mind starts to picture him standing over me with acamera, with all of the authority he had over me last year, snapping pictures of me completely naked.
He would order me around, undoubtedly.
He’d be bossy as hell.
And then the whole world would see pictures of me that he took.
“I’m too sleep deprived for this conversation,” I tell him.
“I don’t think I canhavethis conversation without being turned on by it. And I shouldn’t admit that, either.”
I feel my cock perk up just at the way he says it.
“Right.”
He gazes out at me. “Does that mean it has the same effect on you?”
“Who says you can ask me questions like that?” I protest gently. “Depends what you mean byeffect.”
He tilts the camera down toward his groin. At first it just looks like black denim, until he angles the camera differently in the light.
I can see the entire outline of his dick through the tight denim of his jeans.
He gives it a squeeze through the fabric and then pans the camera back up to his face.
“That’s what I mean. I’m not going to show you more, because I think you’d probably hang up on me if I did. You wanted honesty, though, so… there it is.”
“Is this how you show off during all of your video calls?” I murmur.
He leans over to look up close in the camera now, and I get a long glimpse of his green eyes. “Most guys don’t get me hard like you.”
