Page 173 of Playing By Ear

With each rising gasp, Jamie dug his fingers harder into Perry’s shoulders, until Perry was sure they’d leave permanent dents. His own orgasm approached with blinding speed, as all the self-control he’d developed as a cam model utterly fled him.

When he felt Jamie start to jerk and spasm, Perry focused on quickening his strokes, shunting aside his own pleasure for the moment so he could savor his boyfriend’s.

“Perry…” Jamie’s body stiffened, and then he was coming, spouting warm and thick over Perry’s fist.

The sensation spiked Perry’s own desire. He drove fast and urgent against slick skin, gripping Jamie’s arse with his free hand as tightly as he would if he was inside him.

Then Perry came hard, toes nearly cramping against the shower floor. He pressed his forehead against Jamie’s shoulder to keep from drowning as he lost control of his breath, of everything.

At last, when the world stopped spinning, Perry leaned back to let the shower rinse them. Then he picked up the loofah. “Sorry, where was I?”

Jamie’s low, musical laugh echoed off the glass shower walls. “Dunno. You’d better start over.”

So Perry did, this time managing to clean Jamie from head to toe without interruption.

The steam billowed ahead of them as they exited the shower, each grabbing a towel from the rail.

“I’d no idea how much I needed that.” Jamie almost sounded embarrassed. “I cannae remember the last time I even thought about sex.”

“Wish I could say the same.”

“Goes with the job, I suppose.”

Perry halted, suddenly struck by the thing he’d needed to mention, back before he was distracted by Martin’s confession and Jamie’s body. “Listen. You won’t believe this, but at the match today⁠—”

A distinctive tone burbled from Jamie’s pile of clothes. Perry recognized it as the one Jamie used for a popular football-forums app, which he’d set up to notify him whenever he was mentioned in the amateur-football group.

“Wasn’t expecting that after a game I didn’t even play in.” Jamie picked up his trousers. “I’ll silence it.” He pulled his phone from his pocket, and immediately the device made a different bleat. “Text from Katie. I wonder—wait, what’s this? She’s sent me a screen grab of a forum post.” A slight pause. “Oh.”

The back of Perry’s neck prickled. “I was about to warn you, someone⁠—”

“Someone recognized you at the match today.”

“Yes.”

“And someone else posted a link to your channel.”

Perry’s stomach dropped. “In the football forum?”

“It mentions me, too. That must be why I got the ping. Hang on, let me see the live post. Katie said she reported it to the admins.”

Perry toweled off while he waited. What else could he do?

Finally Jamie said, “They’ve taken it down, thank God. This is meant to be a family-friendly forum, which is a laugh considering how many posts contain the phrase stupid fucking cunt.”

Perry looked over Jamie’s shoulder, though he couldn’t read what was on the screen. “How long was it there before they took it down?”

“Let me see if the screen grab shows the time stamp.” Jamie switched apps. “Looks like the post lasted about half an hour.”

Half an hour. “Long enough to be seen by loads of people and shared elsewhere online.”

“Fuck.” Jamie set his phone on the sink and started scrubbing his hair dry with the towel. “How was the match otherwise? Thanks for sending me updates, by the way.”

Perry stared at him, unnerved by Jamie’s almost dissociative calm. “Erm, it was…great.” Apart from me being outed as a sex worker. “Drama free, compared to the quarterfinal. Colin’s hat trick secured him the tournament’s Golden Boot, even if he doesn’t score in the final.”

“Well done, him.” Jamie wrapped the towel around his waist. “I think tea and bourbon might help us think what to do.”

Perry agreed, relieved Jamie was prepared to deal with their situation. He dressed quickly and headed for the kitchen while Jamie went to the bedroom for a set of clean clothes.