Page 51 of Playing By Ear

Was it Perry’s, though? Jamie hadn’t studied it enough to pick it out in an identity parade.

With some effort, he ripped his gaze from the mouthwatering member and checked the rest of the image for clues. He’d been in Perry’s bedroom for only a few moments last night, to fetch a clean shirt. Not much was visible here, save the⁠—

The headboard. He had noticed that, and thought how its wooden rails would make for convenient ecstatic grasping.

“Have you got earphones?” he asked Colin.

“Aye, here.” His teammate pulled a jumbled mass of white cord from his pocket. “Bit fankled.”

“Unfankle them for me?”

“Gie’s a sec.” Colin fumbled with the earphones. “Let’s see, this end goes through…”

Jamie upped the volume a tiny bit and put the phone to his ear. The voice could have been Perry’s, but even with the pub half empty it was too noisy to know for sure.

Colin continued. “And then this part goes around…”

Jamie put a finger in his other ear to block out his teammate’s mumbling.

“—at the weekend?” asked Perhaps-Perry. “Cheers for asking. Maybe gather a few of my bonniest friends and go to a cabin by Loch Ness. One with a braw hot tub.”

Not Perry. His accent was middle-class muted, whereas this guy had a comically broad Highland brogue.

Jamie looked at the screen to check the cam model’s token count. He’d made nearly £70 already, if Jamie was converting correctly. Not a bad fifteen minutes’ work, considering he’d offered nothing but a bit of chat and a dramatic unshrouding of his monster cock.

Colin held up his earphones, still partially tangled. “Best I can do in an emergency.”

“You’re a star.” Jamie grabbed the earphones and plugged them in just as the cam performer let out a low, rumbling chuckle.

“Aye, WestwardHobag, next week I’ll give you every detail of my holiday. If you’re nice to me.”

Jamie’s jaw went slack. Fucking hell, it was Perry.

Right?

Yes. No. Maybe.

He turned up the volume. Perhaps-Perry was giving himself long, sultry strokes. His sighs of arousal could have belonged to any man, but something in the timbre of his voice…

Beside him, Colin exhaled a long “Wow.”

The cammer spoke again. “I’m almost ready to fuck you.” A short pause. “But I must be certain you really want it.”

“Christ.” A band of heat wrapped around the edges of Jamie’s face. It was Perry for sure.

“What did he say?” Colin asked. “Is he actually Scottish, or is it an act?”

“Dunno.” Jamie tugged at his shirt collar. He needed air and space, pronto. “Cannae tell yet.”

Colin reached for the phone. “Hold it still so I can see better.”

“No!” Jamie jerked it away, out of reflex.

“Why not? What’s the—” Colin’s eyes widened with bottomless glee. “Oh my God, is it actually him? You’re going with a cam boy?”

“Wheesht!” Jamie looked down the table, where the others were starting to notice.

“Oi, what are youse two watching over there?” Liam asked.