Another Take

[arnoldjmiles]

I'm writing a new story and sharing it chapter by chapter on Inkitt. I'll post the link here each week. First chapter is below in full.

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Another Take - Chapter 1

The first thing Jamie noticed when reviewing the video was Marcus's back. The way his muscles tensed and released with each thrust. He dragged the clip back fifteen seconds and watched it again and again, the perfect little clip Marcus shifted his weight, pressing deeper.

He adjusted the volume, bringing up the breathless moan from the other party while slightly reducing Marcus's over the top grunts. Balance was everything.

"Too theatrical," Jamie muttered to himself, making the edit. It was the only feedback note he consistently gave Marcus after these sessions: be authentic. Everyone could spot the genuine pleasure from the manufactured. But Marcus couldn't help himself: maybe he didn't grasp the difference himself. More likely, he enjoyed messing with Jamie and every other lucky fucker watching.

The flat was quiet except for the sounds coming through Jamie's headphones and the occasional car passing their flat. He'd been at it for two hours already, transforming yesterday's raw footage into the polished half hour scene that would hopefully keep their subscribers satisfied and their bills paid for another month. He probably didn't need to work so long on it, but he got a thrill editing it.

Jamie paused the footage at a particularly striking frame. Marcus looked directly into the camera with that signature half-smile that somehow combined arrogance and vulnerability. Their guest performer, Eli, had been a pretty solid choice. He was responsive without hamming it up too much, physically compatible with Marcus, and importantly, comfortable with Jamie's presence behind the camera.

Some performers found it disconcerting, being observed by the boyfriend of the man fucking them. But Eli had been great, treating it as a job while still having a great time..

Marcus emerged from the bathroom, smelling, a towel slung low around his hips, another draped over his shoulders as he roughly dried his dark hair.

"How's it looking?" he asked, drifting towards the kitchen and filling the kettle.

"Good. I've toned down that bit where you started sounding like Stormy Daniels again."

Marcus laughed. "I can't help it if I'm enthusiastic about my work."

"Your enthusiasm isn't the problem. It's your delivery!" Jamie pulled off his headphones, releasing himself from the intimate sounds of the shoot. "The best moment is actually where you forgot about the camera completely. When Eli did that Queer As Folk bit with his tongue all down your spine and you genuinely shivered. That little gasp wasn't performed at all."

"Yeah, that surprised me." Marcus smiled at the memory, leaning against the counter as the kettle began to boil. "You've kept that bit in, haven't you?"

"Of course. They're the best bits."

Marcus dropped his towel on the floor, knowing it would irritate Jamie, and walked naked to peer over Jamie's shoulder at the screen. His body was still warm from the shower, radiating heat against Jamie's back. A drop of water fell from his hair onto Jamie's neck, trailing down beneath his t-shirt.

"There," Jamie said, pointing to the screen. "That. That's the moment. Just look at your face."

Marcus watched, nodding slowly. "Yeah. You're right. That's real."

"That's what they're paying for," Jamie said.

"Not the porn star shit. The crack in the performance."

The kettle clicked off, but Marcus remained looking at the screen, studying himself like he was looking at a stranger. Jamie couldn't imagine being able to that: be subject and spectator all in one go.

"Speaking of paying," Marcus said, finally returning to make his tea, "what are the numbers looking like?"

"Good. We're up another thirty odd subscribers since last week. That video with the twins did well."

"I told you it would."

Jamie rolled his eyes. "Yes, you've mentioned that approximately thirty four times."

"Because you were so against it!"

"I wasn't against it. I just thought the logistics would be odd."

"The logistics were the best part." Marcus made his tea, a mischievous smile playing across his lips. "Maybe we should try for triplets next time."

Jamie sighed and returned to his editing, scrubbing through to a section that needed colour correction. The lighting had shifted when Marcus kicked over a floor lamp in a particularly vigorous thrust. "The mortgage is sorted for this month anyway."

"And next month?"

"That, sweetheart, depends on how many more twins you fuck. It should be fine if the new subscribers stick around. The churn rate has been lower lately, and we're getting more people than we're losing."

Marcus went to the sofa and sat down, still naked even though the curtains were open. Three years into their relationship, and Marcus's comfort in his own skin remained as effortless as ever, whether in front of a camera or in the privacy of their flat.

Jamie glanced over. He couldn't help it, not matter how familiar the contours of his body were these days. The trail of dark hair leading down his stomach, the chunky yet elegant thighs now casually splayed on their sofa.

"You need to be at work by eleven, right?" Jamie asked, returning to his edit.

"Unfortunately.” Marcus sighed dramatically. “Eight solid hours of manning the desk, helping old blokes who don't know how to tap their membership card, and transforming the sports hall from badminton courts to a 5-a-side pitch and then back to badminton courts again.”

"I appreciate your dedication," Jamie replied dryly. "Diversity of income and all that."

Marcus rose from the sofa and crossed back to Jamie, bending to kiss the top of his head. "Can I hear your voiceover before I go?"

Jamie nodded, saving his work before pulling up the audio file he'd been working on separately. This was his own contribution to their content. The narration that, dare Jamie admit, might have become their channel's unique feature. What made their videos different wasn't just the quality of Marcus's performances or Jamie's editing, but the sense that the camera was merely an accidental witness to the filthy goings on.

And it was operated by somebody so pathetic and irrelevant to the scene that his presence barely registered anything with Marcus or the lucky guy(s) he screwed.
Jamie's camerawork was deliberately imperfect at times. Slight adjustments to focus, subtle little shifts in framing, recording from afar and zooming in instead of filming up close.

They were all orchestrated to give a sense of a stalkerish observer hidden in a corner, so transfixed and turned on that he could barely focus on filming.

Then came his voice, the finishing touch that transformed their sexy scenes into something a bit different. He pressed play, and his recorded voice filled the room:
"Oh god, look at him go... it's like he doesn't even know I'm watching. He's so lost in it, he's forgotten I exist."

Jamie’s voice in the recording was different from his natural speaking voice: hesitant, breathy, with a tremor of mingled arousal and humiliation. Not just inadequate, but utterly forgettable: like a horny ghost whose sole purpose was to document the pleasure he could never provide.

"I'm not even here. This bottom will fuck off home in a few minutes and I'll be the one making the bed, sniffing the sheets and doing the chores. But my love, my beautiful love couldn't give a fuck."

The narration continued, growing increasingly pathetic, detailing how completely Marcus had forgotten his presence, how thoroughly erased he became in the presence of real men experiencing real pleasure. Then as Marcus shot a load all over Eli’s face, Jamie’s own feeble moans could be heard as if he too was shooting a load everywhere. Jamie felt Marcus's hand tighten slightly on his shoulder as the most degrading lines played.

"That's... intense," Marcus murmured, his lips close to Jamie's ear. "Almost uncomfortable to hear you talk about yourself that way, even knowing it's an act."

Jamie smiled, closing the audio file. "Who says it's an act?”

“Shush! I like it, sometimes I really fucking like it, but you'll make me sound like some arrogant fucking cunt,” Marcus said with a wide smile. "Anyway, you're my secret weapon. The real talent in this operation."

His expression turned mischievous.

"Go get dressed," Jamie said, but he was very pleased. "Some of us have work to finish."

Marcus disappeared into their bedroom, and Jamie returned to his editing, applying the final touches to the sequence that would hopefully continue to pay their bills.
By the time Marcus emerged, dressed in his leisure centre polo shirt and tracksuit bottoms but still looking like the sexiest boy in town, Jamie had nearly completed the edit. He looked up as Marcus grabbed his keys and phone.

"How do I look?" Marcus asked, turning in a circle. "Respectable council employee or secret internet sex symbol?"

"Definitely the latter attempting and failing to disguise himself as the former," Jamie replied. "It's the way you stand. Too much confidence for someone who's about to spend his day apologetically explaining why the squash courts are double booked again."

After Marcus left, Jamie finished the edit, added his narration track, and uploaded the file. He scheduled it for release that evening, when their analytics showed peak subscriber activity, then closed his laptop.
Jamie went to the window and looked down at the now busy street below, at all the people hurrying home from work or to meet a delivery driver, unaware of what happened in this particular flat.

“See you later, love x”, he sent the text to Marcus.

 

[Joseph5521]

Good start!

 

[George_Pantelis]

Love the start

 

[arnoldjmiles]

The next chapter is below. I'll be publishing each chapter on Inkitt a few days before publishing here so please do check the link above and subscribe.

Chapter 2
Jamie sat cross legged on their bed, laptop balanced on his knees, juggling multiple browser tabs in his search for their next collab. He flicked between DMs, their content page inbox, and recent videos from other creators, making notes in his spreadsheet.

It was pissing down as he studied a message from a potential performer who had reached out through their site last week: "Loved your latest video. Would be well up for working with Marcus if you're looking for new faces and holes."

Jamie clicked through to the attached links and watched a few clips. He actually found this quite straightforward. This guy was okay but not quite it: decent body, pretty natural on camera, but something about the performance felt forced. There were too many facial expressions and moans at staged intervals, instead of genuine reaction.
Another tab displayed a screenshot of a Grindr conversation from someone Marcus had chatted with before and suggested might be suitable. The photos showed promise: lean but defined, quite a bit shorter than Marcus, which usually worked well on camera. Dark hair and olive skin that would contrast nicely with Marcus's paler complexion.

Jamie made a note in his spreadsheet under "Potential: needs verified experience." Their system had rules. No first-timers, regardless of how attractive. No one without verifiable content history. No one who couldn't provide proper identification and sign proper releases. This all not only made their lives easier, but helped them reach new audiences. They were still little Brit fishes trying to reach bigger international ponds online.

He switched to Twitter, where he'd been following several performers whose style aligned with theirs. One in particular, who performed under the name "Leo", had recently posted about looking for new collaboration opportunities in Manchester and elsewhere in the north west. His feed showed a few months of consistent content creation, partnerships with creators Jamie respected, and most importantly, a performance style that at least seemed genuine.

Jamie added Leo to his shortlist and continued his research. By the time he'd evaluated twenty potential performers across various platforms, he had narrowed his options to three candidates who met their criteria. He checked the time: just past midday. Marcus wouldn't be home until seven, after his late shift at the sports centre.

He composed messages to all three shortlisted performers with the same professional efficiency he'd applied to selecting them:

Hey,
I'm reaching out about a collab with Marcus (StudioM). We're looking to shoot in Manchester on the following dates [see next message]. Ideally no rates for joint use and ownership, but happy to discuss rates for exclusive use on our channel.
We maintain professional standards, with contracts addressing content rights and boundaries. We typically shoot for 1-2 hours to create a 20-30 minute final product.
If you're interested, I'd be happy to provide more details and discuss availability.
Thanks
J

With the potential performers contacted, Jamie opened their analytics dashboard. The numbers were good: subscriber growth had accelerated again, putting them firmly in the top ten gay content creators in Britain. Their monthly income had increased accordingly, providing a comfortable buffer in their account that covered not just the mortgage but maybe even allowed them to consider redecorating some of the older bits of their flat.

Jamie clicked through to the comment section of their most recent video. The feedback followed familiar patterns: praise for Marcus's performance, appreciation for production quality, and the increasingly inevitable questions about the mysterious voice behind the camera. Three separate comments begged to see Jamie's face or body, offering increased subscription tiers for even a glimpse.

Let us see you just once, please! I've been subscribed for a year!
Voice guy is hot just from his voice, bet the rest is too. Show yourself!
Would pay double subscription to see camera guy join in sometime. It’s like he’s me.

Jamie smiled faintly at the comments but had no intention of responding. His invisibility wasn't just a nice touch; it was a boundary he had no interest in crossing. Marcus thrived on being seen: he strutted for the camera with natural confidence. He mentioned his online content on Grindr, he joked about it with their mates, and he didn’t care if people at the leisure centre knew about it either.
Jamie preferred watching, observing and staying behind the camera. Putting Marcus, and Marcus alone, on the pedestal was safe and secure for him.

His phone pinged with an email notification. A performer had already responded, expressing interest and availability for their proposed dates.

He switched to their editing software, making final adjustments to the schedule for upcoming releases. They had a few completed videos in the queue: enough for at least the next couple of weeks at least if they were spaced out properly alongside a few shorts and photos. Ideally, they would film with a new performer within the next few days to keep up the pipeline.
Jamie closed his laptop and stretched, his body stiff from sitting too long in one position. He wandered to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich, and ate it standing at the counter while scrolling through his personal social media. Here, he was regular Jamie: a 26 year old with ordinary interests in film, editing, photography, and the occasional video game.

He had his own editing career outside of their own videos. He edited podcasts, vlogs and various social media accounts. People liked to contact him here too, albeit for very different reasons.

The contrast between his online selves sometimes amused him. Most of his university friends followed him here, commenting on his posts about classic cinema or photography exhibitions without the slightest suspicion that he spent his mornings editing fucking videos that paid his mortgage. His parents knew he was making a name for himself in media editing, but generally thought he supported himself entirely through freelance editing for podcasts and corporate videos. This wasn't actually untrue; just significantly incomplete.

After lunch, Jamie showered and changed. He had a legitimate editing job at 3pm: a weekly football podcast that paid modestly but provided a public-facing credit he could at least discuss at family gatherings, and was beginning to earn him some notice in the sports podcast space. He grabbed his laptop and headed out into the damp afternoon.
The podcast studio was located above a record shop in the Northern Quarter, a creatively cluttered space with walls covered in team scarves and vintage match programmes. Jamie greeted the sound engineer, settled into his usual spot at the editing station, and got to work cleaning up the latest episode.

"That last interview ran long, sorry," said Ahmed, the engineer, leaning against the doorframe. "Guy wouldn't stop talking about that VAR thing from Sunday."

"I'll cut it down," Jamie replied, already mapping the edits in his mind. "Keep the tactical analysis, lose the ten-minute referee conspiracy theory except for 6 headline grabbing 30 seconds?"

"You're a miracle worker," Ahmed said with genuine appreciation. "Proper surgeon with those edits. Never can figure how you make it sound so natural when you've cut half their rambling."

Jamie smiled slightly. "People usually say the main thing they wanna say in coherent sections. It's just surrounded by waffle. Cut out the waffle and it’s still there and natural.”

The irony wasn't lost on him: the same skills he applied to this legitimate work served him equally well in their adult content. Finding authentic moments, creating a flow, ensuring the audience focused on what mattered. Editing was editing, regardless of whether he was editing cock or (foot)balls.

He worked steadily for a couple of hours, transforming a rambling ninety-minute recording into a tight, engaging half an hour podcast. When he finished, Ahmed reviewed the final cut with obvious approval.

"Brilliant as always, mate. Got time for a pint? A few of us are heading out in a bit."
"Thanks, but I should get home," Jamie replied, packing up his laptop. "Got another project due tomorrow."

Outside, the early evening had brought a break in the rain. Jamie decided to walk home, using the twenty minutes to mentally shift gears between his public and private work. His phone chimed with notifications as he walked: two more responses from potential performers, both expressing interest. He'd review them properly once he was home.

His phone chimed again. A message from Marcus:
Absolute nightmare shift. Some kid vomited in the pool, then a fight broke out in the changing rooms. Might be home late x

Jamie texted back a sympathetic response, then settled in for an evening alone with his planning. He opened his laptop and returned to his search, reviewing the new messages from potential collaborators. The first was promising but available only on weekends, which wouldn't work with Marcus's schedule for a little while. The second, a performer who went by "Theo", checked all their boxes: experienced but not overexposed, physically complementary to Marcus, and available on their preferred dates.

Jamie drafted a follow-up message to Theo, outlining more specific details about the shoot they were planning. Marcus was a stud, but he was becoming so popular because of the effort put into every moment. Jamie might play the forgotten observer on camera, and it turned him on something rotten, but turning those moments into something hot on screen took time and planning. It was the one thing that distinguished them from any other random fuck online.

His phone pinged again. Theo had responded enthusiastically to the detailed plan, even suggesting a particular scenario he thought would work well. Cute.
He finalised the arrangements, scheduled the shoot for later in the week, and sent Theo their standard contract and content release forms. By the time he'd finished, it was past ten, and Marcus had sent another text saying he'd been asked to cover the end of someone else's shift and wouldn't be home until after eleven.

He was about to close his laptop when a notification appeared from their content platform: a new comment on their latest video.

The way his voice breaks when Marcus really gets going... that's the hottest part. Don't ever show your face. The mystery is everything.

Jamie read the comment twice, feeling the warmth spread through him. Most subscribers focused on Marcus: his body, his performance, his audible pleasure. Rightly so. But this viewer had heard Jamie - really, really heard him - and understood that his vulnerability was as much a powerful performance as Marcus's displays of dominance.

When Marcus finally came home just after midnight, smelling of chlorine and looking exhausted, Jamie was already in bed. Marcus dropped his bag by the door and collapsed onto the bed fully clothed.

"That bad?" Jamie asked, setting his book aside.

"Worse," Marcus mumbled into the pillow.
"Manager asked if I'd consider taking on more shifts. Apparently my 'rapport with the regulars' is an asset."

“That’s a funny way of saying the spin class ladies like your bum. What did you say?”

Marcus rolled onto his back, eyes closed. "Said I'd think about it. Could use the extra money for the kitchen fund."

Jamie smiled slightly. "Actually, we might already have that covered. Numbers are looking good, and I've just booked a new performer for later in the week. Someone who might be particularly interesting on camera."

Marcus opened one eye. "Oh aye? What's special about this one?"

"Professional but not mechanical. Experienced but not jaded. And physically..." Jamie paused, considering his words. "I think you’ll like him."

A smile spread across Marcus's tired face. "You've got someone good. Always do," Marcus murmured, eyes closing again. "Your instincts are why we eat."

Jamie watched as Marcus drifted toward sleep, still fully dressed on top of the duvet. He got up quietly, found a blanket to drape over him, and turned out the light. Jamie kissed his forehead, and then lay awake for a while. Three potential performers contacted. One confirmed booking. Analytics trending upward. Schedule maintained.

Not bad for a day's work.

 

[arnoldjmiles]

Another Take Another Take - Free Story by Arnold Miles

"You're having lunch with your mum?" Marcus asked, pulling on his leisure centre polo shirt. "On a Tuesday?"

Jamie grimaced. "Yeah, she's in town for some shopping. Insisted we meet up."

"Want me to come? I could call in sick."

"No, you should go to work. Besides..." Jamie hesitated. "You know how she is."

Marcus's expression darkened slightly. "Still dropping hints about the perfect woman and the perfect grandchildren?"

"Something like that."

Marcus crossed the room and kissed him, deeper than usual for a Tuesday morning. "Give her my regards," he said with exaggerated sweetness.

"Piss off," Jamie laughed, but kissed him back.

"Text me if you need rescuing. I'll fake an emergency."

Jamie watched Marcus leave, then spent the morning editing a particularly dull corporate podcast about workplace synergies. By noon, he was dressed in his most respectable jumper and jeans, and headed to the gastropub she'd chosen near the Arndale Centre.

Andrea Sullivan was already seated when he arrived, her handbag placed precisely on the empty chair beside her. She looked up from her menu with that particular smile that managed to convey both affection and mild concern.

"My darling. You're looking thin."

"Hello, Mum." He bent to kiss her cheek, catching the familiar scent of her perfume. "You're looking well."

"Am I? This weather's been playing havoc with my sinuses." She gestured to the chair opposite. "Sit down, you're making the place look untidy."

Jamie sat. The waitress appeared immediately: his mum had that effect on service staff.

"Just a chicken salad for me," Andrea said. "No dressing. And a sparkling water."

"Burger and chips, please," Jamie said, partly because he was hungry, mostly because he knew it would annoy her.

"All that grease," she murmured as the waitress left. "No wonder you've got no energy."

"I've got plenty of energy."

"How's work?" she asked, unfolding her napkin with surgical precision.

"Good. Busy. Got a few new clients this month."

"Podcasts, isn't it? I still don't understand who has time to listen to people chattering on for hours."

"Lots of people, apparently. It's a growing industry."

"Hmm." She took a sip of her water. "And how's Marcus? Still at that leisure centre?"

"Yeah, he enjoys it."

"And it's enough? Financially, I mean. You're both getting to that age where you should be thinking about the future."

"We're doing fine, Mum."

"I just worry. Your brother's just got promoted again. Did he tell you?"

"No, but you've mentioned it."

His phone buzzed. Marcus's name flashed on the screen.

"Sorry," Jamie said, glancing at the message.

So I might have lied about being at work

Jamie frowned. "Everything alright?"

"Who is it?" Andrea asked.

"Just Marcus. Probably something about tonight."

Another message appeared: Remember Dean's been messaging me on Grindr?

Then another: Well he's here

"It's rude to text during lunch," Andrea said pointedly.

"Sorry." But his eyes caught the next message before he could look away.

He's really going for it. On his knees already

"Something wrong?" Andrea asked.

"No, sorry I'm just... just checking something."

The phone buzzed again. Jamie couldn't help glancing.

Always said he wanted to blow me. He's taking his time, lots of tongue

"Jamie, please."

"Sorry." Jamie shoved the phone in his pocket, his mind spinning. Dean was one of their mates, someone they'd known for years. Always flirting with Marcus, making jokes about being jealous of Jamie. And now...

The food arrived. Jamie stared at his burger, his appetite suddenly complicated by arousal. His phone vibrated against his leg.

"I ran into Sarah Henderson at Waitrose," Andrea said. "Do you remember her? From church?"

"Vaguely," Jamie managed, trying to focus on the conversation while his pocket buzzed insistently.

"Her daughter's doing ever so well. She’s just qualified as a solicitor. Lovely girl."

Jamie took a bite of burger to avoid responding. His phone was going mental now, a stream of vibrations that his mum definitely noticed.

"Are you going to answer that?"

"It's just notifications," Jamie lied.

"You know," Andrea continued, stirring her salad, "Sarah mentioned her daughter's single. I didn't say anything, of course, but..."

"Mum."

"I'm not suggesting anything. I know you're with Marcus. I just think it's nice to keep options open. You're still young."

Jamie pulled out his phone to silence it, catching a glimpse of the messages:

Fuck he's good at this

Taking me right to the base

He's even got a finger in me now while he's sucking. I never let you do that

You should see his face all eager and desperate

And then, inevitably: Photo attached

Jamie's thumb hovered over the message. He couldn't look. Not here. Not with his mum watching.

"Couldn't you turn it off? I'm trying to tell you about Sarah's daughter," Andrea repeated.

"Yeah, sorry." He fumbled with the settings, but not before seeing: Video attached

Christ.

"You're all red," his mum observed. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine."

"You don't look fine. Is it the burger?"

Jamie's phone, now on silent, lit up with another message. He could see Marcus's name but not the content. The temptation was overwhelming.

"I just wonder sometimes," Andrea continued, "if you've really thought these things through. The lifestyle you've chosen."

"It's not a lifestyle, Mum. It's my life."

"Yes, but is it what you really want? Long-term? Your father and I just want you to be happy."

Jamie's phone screen lit up again. He glanced down instinctively: He's begging for my cock now. Says he's wanted it for ages

"We are happy."

"But what about the future? Children? A proper family?"

"Mum, please. Not today."

"I'm not criticising. I'm just asking you to think about things. That's all."

His phone lit up again. This time Jamie couldn't resist. While his mum signalled the waitress for more water, he quickly opened the message.

The photo was taken from Marcus's POV, looking down at Dean between his legs, mouth stretched around his cock, eyes looking up at the camera with unmistakable hunger.

"Fuck," Jamie breathed.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Just... just surprised by something."

"You're obsessed with that phone. It's not healthy."

More messages were flooding in:

Recording this for you

Want you to see what you're missing

He's taking me so deep

His throat is fucking incredible

Video attached

Jamie's erection began to press painfully against his jeans. He shifted in his seat, trying to adjust without being obvious.

"Are you alright?" Andrea asked. "You keep fidgeting."

"I'm fine. Just... would you excuse me for a moment? Need the loo."

"We've only just got our food."

"I'll be quick. Promise."

Jamie practically fled to the bathroom, locking himself in a cubicle with shaking hands. He immediately opened the video Marcus had sent.

The angle showed Dean enthusiastically deep throating Marcus, tears streaming down his face but clearly loving it. Marcus's hand was in his hair, controlling the pace, and Jamie could hear the wet sounds even with the bathroom's ambient noise.

"Jesus," Jamie whispered, fumbling with his belt. He was so hard it hurt.

He typed with one hand: Currently wanking in the restaurant bathroom

Marcus's reply was instant: I knew you would. Dirty boy. Want to see what you're missing?

Yes. Fuck yes

The next video was longer. Marcus had propped the phone up, showing Dean on all fours on the sofa, Marcus behind him, just starting to push inside.

Jamie bit his lip hard, stroking himself faster. The bathroom door opened and someone came in, but he couldn't stop now. On screen, Dean was moaning "Oh fuck, Marcus, you're so big" while Marcus gripped his hips.

Fuck I'm close already, Jamie typed one-handed.

The response was immediate: Good. Going to come on his face. Watch this.

The video that followed showed exactly that: Dean on his knees again, mouth open, as Marcus stroked himself to completion. The expression of bliss on Dean's face as cum hit his tongue made Jamie lose it completely.

He came hard, barely managing to catch it in toilet paper, legs shaking as he watched Dean lick Marcus clean on the small screen.

You're a fucking exhibitionist, Jamie typed once he could focus again.

Marcus sent back: And you love it. How's mummy?

She's trying to set me up with her friend's daughter

Lol. Better get back before she arranges your wedding. Dean says hi btw

A selfie appeared: Dean with Marcus's cock resting against his cum-covered cheek, both of them grinning at the camera.

Jamie cleaned himself up hastily, trying to look presentable. His face was flushed, pupils dilated, and he looked thoroughly debauched. Nothing to be done about it.

When he returned to the table, Andrea Sullivan was eating her salad with precise little bites.

"That took a while," she observed.

"Sorry. Bit of a queue."

She studied him carefully. "You look peculiar. Are you sure you're feeling well?"

"Yeah, just... warm in here."

"Hmm." She didn't look convinced. "As I was saying, about the future..."

"Mum, I need to tell you something." Jamie interrupted, suddenly decisive. "Marcus and I are a couple and you know that we are. I'm not going to date Sarah's daughter or anyone else's daughter because I'm gay and I'm in love with Marcus. We have a mortgage and we're only in our 20s. Because I'm grafting and he's grafting. But even if we weren't, it would be fine because we're in this together."

Andrea set down her fork. "There's no need to be dramatic, Jamie."

"I'm not being dramatic. I'm being clear."

His phone lit up one more time. He glanced at it automatically: Home now. Dean's gone. Come back and I'll show you the other videos while you suck me off x

Despite everything, Jamie smiled.

"What now?" Andrea asked, exasperated.

"Just Marcus. Saying that he loves me."

Andrea sighed. "Well. I suppose if you're happy..."

"I am. Incredibly happy."

"Then I suppose that's what matters. Though I still think you should meet Sarah's daughter. Just as friends."

Jamie laughed. "I'll think about it."

They finished lunch with safer topics: his brother's promotion, the weather, her book club. But Jamie's mind was already home, imagining Marcus spread out on their bed, phone in hand ready to show him every angle of what had happened with Dean while Jamie begged for details and proved just how much he'd enjoyed the impromptu show.

"I need to go," Jamie said quickly, kissing her cheek. "Thanks for lunch, Mum."
Chapter 3

"Yes, well. Try to eat properly. And think about what I said."

But Jamie was already walking away, typing as he went: On my way. Don't shower. Want to taste him on you.

The response was immediate: Fuck. You should've filmed lunch with your mum too. Would've loved to watch you squirm.

Next time, Jamie typed, then grinned at the absurdity of it all.

His mum was right about one
thing: his relationship with Marcus definitely wasn't conventional. But as he hurried home to his boyfriend who'd just fucked their friend specifically to wind him up during a maternal guilt trip, Jamie couldn't imagine wanting anything else.

Normal was overrated anyway.

 

[Kyokemokyo]

That last chapter! So, soooo incredibly hot!

 

[michaelnola]

Hot as fuck man for sure...

 

[laptoper]

Very naughty! Loved it!

 

[arnoldjmiles]

I'm making more of the story available earlier on Inkitt as I'm trying to build a bit of a following. Feel free to follow me there to see chapters a bit sooner.

Another Take - Free Novelette by Arnold Miles

Jamie shifted the table at an angle, giving the cameras better access to the action that would unfold. He glanced through his viewfinder, nodded once, then moved a floor lamp out of the way. Their flat wasn't a professional studio and never would be, but with a few adjustments, it transformed into something workable.

He set up three cameras: his primary on a tripod for the wide shot, a second for close-ups, and his handheld for when inspiration struck during filming. The microphones were already positioned where they wouldn't be visible but would catch every gasp and moan.

His phone pinged with a message from Theo: About 15 mins away. All good?

Jamie replied with a quick confirmation and grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen. Marcus emerged from the bathroom with a towel slung low around his waist, hair damp from the shower.

"How's it looking?" Marcus asked, taking the water bottle Jamie offered.

"Ready enough," Jamie replied. "I've got the wide shot for the sofa, close-up for faces, and I'll move around with the third."

Marcus ran a hand through his wet hair. "And this guy, Theo. He's good?"

"I think so. Experienced, communicative, and exactly what we discussed."

Marcus nodded, dropping his voice. "And he knows not to acknowledge you at all?"

"Standard in our initial message. He gets the concept." Jamie checked the memory cards in each camera one last time. "Go put something on that comes off easily."

Marcus disappeared into the bedroom while Jamie made final adjustments to the cameras. He'd just finished when the buzzer sounded. Theo had arrived.

Jamie buzzed him in and waited by the door. When Theo knocked, Jamie opened it, taking him in at a glance. Mid-twenties, exactly as his photos had shown: lean physique visible through his casual shirt, dark hair slightly damp from the light rain outside. A good contrast with Marcus.

"Theo? I'm Jamie."

"Great to meet you," Theo replied, shaking Jamie's hand. "Thanks for the clear directions."

Jamie nodded. "Come in. We're just about ready."

He led Theo inside, pointing out where he could hang his jacket and leave his bag. "Bathroom's through there if you need it. We'll start with a quick chat, then get going."

Theo nodded, scanning the flat. "Nice setup. More professional than most."

"We try," Jamie replied.

Marcus emerged from the bedroom in loose joggers and a t-shirt.

"Theo, this is Marcus."

"Good to meet you," Marcus said, his smile carrying just the right amount of hunger. He gave him a warm hug, letting the contact linger a moment longer than necessary.

"Likewise," Theo replied, matching his tone. "Been following your work."

"Let's quickly go over what we're doing," Jamie said, gesturing toward the kitchen table. He pulled out his phone with the notes he'd made. "So we've planned a scene with the following…" He listed the specific acts they'd agreed upon, checking with both men at each point.

"Any boundaries we need to know?" Jamie asked Theo.

"No visible marks," Theo replied. "Otherwise I'm good with what we discussed."

"Marcus?"

"I'm all set. Although I might ad lib in one or two ways, if that works for you?”

Theo nodded. Jamie looked a little uneasy, but nodded too.

"I never know what to say when he does that.” Jamie smiled and grimaced in equal measure. “But OK: so the basic idea is you're a masseur coming to the flat about a sports injury Marcus has, and things evolve from there. I'll be filming but completely invisible to the scene. If you need to stop, just say 'break.' Any questions?"

Both men shook their heads.

"Perfect. Theo, bathroom's all yours if you need it. Marcus, let's do a quick sound check."

As Theo left the room, Jamie clipped a small microphone to the inside of Marcus's t-shirt. His fingers brushed against Marcus's chest, lingering for a moment. Marcus caught his wrist, squeezed affectionately, then let go.

"I think we're good to go," Jamie said, stepping back and moving to his cameras. When Theo returned, Jamie directed both men to their starting positions near the entrance to the living room.

"We'll begin with you arriving, Theo. Just natural conversation, then move to the massage table when you're ready. Try to generally stay in frame, but don't worry too much as I'll follow the action." Jamie moved behind the primary camera. "Ready?"

Both nodded.

Jamie pressed record.

The transformation was immediate. Marcus shifted into his role, greeting Theo with the perfect mixture of casualness and heat. Theo played his part well, maintaining the fitness trainer and masseur pretense while finding excuses for physical contact: adjusting Marcus's form during a stretch, standing too close during demonstrations.

Jamie watched through the viewfinder. He catalogued everything that he could in his note: the way light caught the side of Marcus's face, one or two moments when Theo glanced at Marcus’s crotch, all the ways in which the tension building between them. Occasionally he adjusted the third camera, capturing specific angles as the scene developed.

"Your form needs some work," Theo was saying, his hand sliding along Marcus's arm, ostensibly correcting his position. "Let me show you."

He moved behind Marcus, chest to back, guiding his arms into position. Jamie zoomed in on where their bodies pressed together, capturing the moment Theo's hands lingered longer than necessary.

"Like this?" Marcus asked, his voice deliberately lower.

"Better," Theo murmured, close to his neck. "Much better."

Jamie shifted position slightly, getting a better angle on their faces. He could already see Marcus's pupils dilating, his breathing changing subtly. Not acting anymore.

“OK, I think you know those exercises. I should work out some of those knots. Do you want to get on the table?” Theo asked.

 

[arnoldjmiles]

(cont.)

The massage table had been used a few times during their filming sessions, although they had primarily bought it for home use. Jamie didn’t share Marcus’s neverending sexual appetite, but he would gladly rub him down until the end of time. They had found it to be a nice balance between their very different sexual expressions: nicely dominant; nicely subordinate, all the while being genuinely intimate.

Marcus undressed to his underwear, already sporting a semi. He grinned and jumped onto the table face down. Jamie quickly moved the handheld camera to Theo, who couldn’t help but bite his lip when he saw Marcus’s body. He gently mouthed a ‘wow’ to himself, which Jamie hoped would be picked up by the microphone when he checked the edit.

Theo moved a towel over Marcus and began the massage. He liberally applied oil so that Marcus was glistening in the light. Jamie zoomed the camera on to Theo’s hands as they ran up the arch of Marcus’s back.

“Break.” Marcus interrupted.

“Everything alright?” Theo asked.

“Yeah, buddy. You’re doing great. But I’ve had an idea.” He said, not moving from the table. “Jamie, get a camera and microphone under the face hole of the table so you can get my reaction.”

Jamie suppressed a moan, although he too was now struggling to hide the semi emerging in his pants. Theo looked at Jamie with a wide smile, loving the dynamic between them.

“That’s a great idea. Let’s do it.” Jamie replied, and quickly got everything in place.

They started again, and Theo was proving to be a pretty good massage therapist. He dug his arms into Marcus so that some of his grunts and exhales were genuine. Jamie was slightly struggling to focus, already looking forward to enjoying the close ups of Marcus and his moans during the edit.

“How often do you get massages?” Theo asked.

“Every so often.”

“It’s cool that you have your own table.”

“Yeah. My boyfriend bought it because he wanted to give me massages, can you believe.”

“Really? That’s so sweet.”

“Meh. It would be if he was any good. He’s fucking useless. Your hands are working wonders compared to his.”

So this was the ad libbing. Theo smiled and kept on massaging. Jamie would look forward to watching Marcus on the camera later on. He knew what he was fucking doing. Jamie was already thinking what his own vocal contributions might be over the top of this scene.

Though he stood mere meters away, the performers maintained the fiction of his absence, never acknowledging him or the cameras. He became a ghost in his own flat, watching as the scene unfolded before him.

Theo's hands moved lower, tracing the waistband of Marcus's underwear and the towel. He moved the towel so that it only now covered his right leg. Theo applied oil to the left leg and began massaging his calves and thighs. As he reached to top of his thigh, Marcus groaned in a way that even the most distant microphone would have picked up.

“I’d rather not get oil on your pants. Is it okay to take them off?”

Marcus didn’t even respond. He just arched his hips, threw away the towel and Theo gently slid them off. Jamie got straight in there with the camera. Marcus still hid his cock under his stomach. Gently build them up, rather than reveal the whole illusion. Nice.

Theo continued the massage, and Jamie was really impressed with him. His facial reactions to Marcus’s body were subtle but electrifying. Jamie zoomed in so he could get them all. He was already preparing his own little monologue that could go over them. He also found himself getting rock hard at what was unfurling in front of him.

He gradually moved further and further up Marcus's leg, getting ever more towards the inner thigh. Jamie zoomed in each time his hands moved inward. Theo briefly looked over at Jamie's own horny expression and smiled.

“OK. I think you can turn over now.” Theo said.

As Marcus turned over, Theo went to grab the towel to place over him but Marcus grabbed it and threw it on the floor.

“It’s fine, honestly.” Marcus said, smiling.

“OK. You’re the boss.”

Theo began by massaging his calves. He was pretty good at this, and Marcus was starting to get hard again.

“Are you sure you don’t want the towel?” Theo asked.

“No. Does it bother you that I’m naked?”

“No, if you’re comfortable I’m comfortable. I just wasn’t sure about what your partner would think.”

“Fuck him. He’s the reason you’re here. He’s why I’ve been so tense lately.”

Theo worked his hands up to Marcus’s thighs, and eventually started to massage his cock.

“So your boyfriend doesn’t do this?”

“Him? He’d have accidentally shot a load all over the floor the moment he touched me like this. He’s useful for this roof over my head and that fancy ass telly and that nice sofa. You’re useful for this.”

Marcus grabbed Theo’s head and pushed it down onto his cock. He was right about one thing: Jamie was close to blowing a load everywhere at the sight in front of him. Jamie did his best to capture Theo’s expression - hunger mixed with a touch of intimidation - then panned to catch Marcus’s face as he threaded his fingers through Theo’s hair.

The sounds Marcus made sent a jolt through Jamie's spine: that low, satisfied growl that came when Marcus took what he wanted. Jamie made a mental note to adjust the audio levels, ensuring the microphone caught every nuance.

"Yeah. That's it," Marcus murmured, his voice commanding as Theo worked to take him deeper. "Show me what that mouth can do."

Jamie filmed it all, moving between cameras to capture multiple angles: the wide shot showing Theo bent over, the close-up on Marcus's face as he controlled the pace with his grip on Theo's hair. Jamie's hands shook slightly as he held the camera, his own position mirroring Theo's - serving Marcus's pleasure, just from a very different angle.

"Just look at how well he takes it," Marcus said, his voice carrying just enough volume to be clearly captured by the microphones. "Better than you ever could, isn't he?"

Jamie knew the words weren't meant for Theo. They were for him, for the persona he created in his voice overs: the pathetic watcher, allowed to observe only because his inadequacy enhanced Marcus's pleasure. Heat rushed through him, a mixture of arousal and deliberate humiliation that he would amplify later in editing.

Marcus pulled Theo off his cock. "Turn around and bend over," he commanded. "Hands on the sofa."

The power dynamic was electric. Theo immediately complied, positioning himself as instructed. Jamie moved quickly to capture the new angle, focusing on the curve of Theo's back, the way his muscles tensed in anticipation as Marcus stood behind him, fully in control.

Marcus ran a hand down Theo's t-shirt, then gripped his hips. "You want this?" he asked, his tone making it clear he already knew the answer.

"Yes," Theo breathed, pushing back against him. "Fuck, please."

Marcus pulled down Theo’s pants and left them scuffed over his ankles. Jamie tried to get as close as he could with the camera without remotely getting in the way. He just about captured Marcus’s smile before his mouth pushed into Theo’s arse. Theo cried out with a gasp. He didn’t capture that on camera but Jamie had kinda stopped caring about Theo at this point.

"You think you're ready for me?" Marcus asked, his voice deep and controlled, and muffled by Theo’s hole.

"I honestly don't know," Theo managed, his legs already trembling slightly.

"We'll see," Marcus replied, spitting into his hand and giving his cock a few strokes. He took some massage oil and rubbed it over too.

Jamie zoomed into capture the moment of penetration, focusing on where their bodies would join, then quickly shifting the camera to Theo's face to document his reaction. This would be another strong voice over point. Marcus pushed forward with deliberate slowness, one hand gripping Theo's hip, the other pressed between his shoulder blades, pinning him in place.

The sound Theo made, a gasp that broke into a moan, was exactly what Jamie had hoped for when selecting him. Genuine, unfiltered response to Marcus's considerable size. Jamie felt his own body responding, his erection straining uncomfortably against his jeans as he filmed the man he loved taking someone else apart.

"You like that?" Marcus asked, his hips now flush against Theo's ass. "Being filled up like this?"

"God, yes," Theo breathed, his fingers clutching at the sofa cushions.

He zoomed in on Marcus's face, catching the brief moment when his eyes flicked toward the camera. Not breaking character, but acknowledging Jamie's presence in the subtlest way possible.

Marcus established a relentless rhythm, his hands controlling Theo's movements completely. Jamie filmed every detail: the flex of Marcus's thighs with each thrust, the arch of Theo's back as he took everything Marcus gave him, the sweat beginning to shine on both their skin.

"Harder," Theo begged, his voice wrecked. "Please..."

"Since you asked so nicely," Marcus replied, adjusting his angle before driving in with new force.

The change hit something inside Theo that made him cry out: a sharp, startled sound of pleasure that Jamie knew from experience was entirely unfeigned. He zoomed in on Theo's face, capturing the moment his composure shattered completely, then tracked back to show Marcus's satisfied smile at the reaction he'd caused.

"There," Marcus said, voice steady despite his exertion. "Found it."

“Fuck. Oh fuck, oh my god you’re amazing.”

Marcus pulled out. “Take your clothes off.”

Theo did as he was instructed. Marcus pushed him down so he was now on his back on the sofa.

Jamie's own arousal was almost painful now. This was the heart of their content. Marcus taking what he wanted, demonstrating the sexual prowess Jamie could only dream of. Jamie's discomfort was part of the process.

To his credit, Theo was playing his part. He was a quite beautiful man, and if he was pushing any boundaries, it was only in response to Marcus.

“Do you fuck your boyfriend like this?” He asked.

“You serious? He can’t take my cock like this. He’s a pathetic excuse for a bottom.” Marcus replied.

This, at least, was true. Marcus and Jamie had clicked really nicely when they first started dating, but Jamie was found wanting as a bottom. He didn’t find fucking painful, but he did not find it as natural and comforting as Marcus or his many eager bottoms did. He so wished he could, and he had momentarily tried, but every time he tried to get a little bit better at it, he found Marcus had raised the bar with a more willing, tighter hole than his.

While Jamie was lost in a brief moment’s dream of what it would be like to enjoy taking cock like that, Marcus was powering on. He was ramming Theo now to the extent that the sofa was creaking. Theo’s eyes were rolling behind his eyelids now, and he was struggling to offer more than a whimper. He was rock hard himself, leaking over his stomach.

“You're getting me close.” Theo moaned.

Marcus grabbed Theo’s cock, all the while maintaining his punishing pace. "You don't come until I say," he warned, his voice carrying just enough threat to make Theo whimper that little bit more. "Understand?"

"Yes," Theo managed, clearly struggling to hold himself together.

Marcus's pace became brutal, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the flat. Jamie captured it all, his camera steady despite his own arousal, his focus absolute even as sweat beaded on his forehead.

Not content with ripping up Jamie’s meticulous planning for the scene, he decided to take it further.

“Look at the camera,” Marcus commanded suddenly. “Look at him watching us.”

Theo’s eyes found the lens, glassy with the haze of a man who was taking a pounding. Theo smiled, almost laughing greedily. Jamie exhaled involuntarily as Marcus stared at him directly; not at the camera, but at him.

"See how pathetic he is?" Marcus said, his voice tight as he neared his peak. "Getting off on watching this shit just because he can never dare to do it himself."

The words hit Jamie like a fist, arousal and humiliation tangling into something so potent and overwhelming. This wasn't in their script. This wasn't rehearsed. Marcus was merging their public and private dynamics in a way they'd never attempted before.

“Fuck. I love you so much.” Jamie moaned from behind the camera almost involuntarily, his own cock leaking. He never used his own sincere voice. In fact he had never made such an unplanned outburst during an actual live recording, but he couldn’t help it.

"This is all he's good for," Marcus continued, his rhythm faltering as he approached the edge. "Watching. Recording. Wishing."

Theo smiled directly at Jamie, including a momentary glance at his pants as they suppressed his cock. Then he looked back at Marcus, pleadingly as if he needed to shoot.

"Now," Marcus finally commanded, driving in deep and holding there. "Come for me."

Theo gasped and moaned one final time as he shot all over his chest. And as his arse tightened around Marcus’s cock, Marcus came too. Not over Theo’s body like he normally would so that subscribers could see the money shot, but in him. He convulsed, and then moved his gaze so that his eyes locked with Jamie's through the camera lens, a cheeky smile of pure dominance on his face as he claimed Theo's body one final time. Jamie kept filming by pure instinct, his hands shaking slightly, his own body aching with denied release.

When both performers had finished, Jamie continued filming the aftermath: Marcus's careful withdrawal, Theo's collapsed form on the sofa, the casual way Marcus reached for a towel. Finally, when he'd captured enough, Jamie called, "Cut. That's a wrap."

The atmosphere in the room shifted. Both performers relaxed, though Theo still seemed somewhat dazed.

"Water?" Jamie offered, his voice rougher than he intended.

"Thanks," Theo said, drinking deeply. "Wow. That was... intense."

"Good intense?" Marcus asked, catching Jamie's eye with that same dominant energy that hadn't yet fully dissipated.

"Are you serious? Definitely," Theo confirmed. "You guys weren't kidding around."

Theo hopped in the shower while Jamie packed away equipment, his movements automatic as his mind replayed that moment of direct acknowledgment. Marcus was sprawled on the sofa, still naked, a satisfied glow about him.

"Well?" Marcus asked, looking up from his phone.

"Well what?”

"How was it? Did you get what you needed?"

“What we needed? We got a whole new world here.”

Marcus's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Did you like it?" He grabbed Jamie’s cock through his trousers.

Jamie swatted him away, shaking his head but grinning without any control. "You changed the script. You changed everything.”

Marcus replied casually. "It felt right in the moment. The subscribers will eat it up.”

Jamie swallowed, feeling that same mixture of arousal and humiliation. "It'll change the tone."

"Good." Marcus stretched languidly on the bed. "Keeps it fresh. Besides..." His eyes found Jamie's with deliberate intensity. "You liked it."

It wasn't a question. Jamie didn't bother denying it. "It was effective."

Marcus laughed. "That's not what I asked, but your hard on throughout the entire shoot told me everything I needed to know." He kissed him. He smelled of Theo, which made Jamie leak precum even more.

Theo came out of the shower and found them making out. “Oh. Sorry.”

“No, you’re fine. I’ll jump in the shower too,” Marcus replied and went into the bathroom.

Theo got dressed, and sat down to put on his trainers. "Can I ask a personal question?"

Jamie raised an eyebrow, smiling. "Depends on the question."

"This thing between you two, the whole setup with you behind the camera, the way he talks about you..." Theo glanced toward the bathroom where the shower was still running. "Is that just for the videos, or is that real?"

Jamie leaned against the doorframe, considering how much to share. Performers occasionally got curious about their dynamic, usually fishing for gossip rather than genuine interest. But Theo seemed alright, and he had earned their trust during this shoot.

"A bit of both," Jamie said finally. "The videos are obviously exaggerated, but there's truth underneath it."

"How did it start? If you don't mind me asking."

 

[arnoldjmiles]

(cont.)

Jamie glanced toward the bathroom again. Marcus would be a while. He always took obscenely long showers after filming, once claiming he needed to "wash the performance off." The truth was he just liked using up all the hot water.

"It wasn't planned," Jamie admitted. "We'd been dating about a month. Things were going well, at least I thought so. Then one night we were in the pub, and I came back from the bathroom and there was Marcus, casually browsing Grindr, chatting with half of Manchester."

Theo winced. "Ouch."

"Yeah. We hadn't explicitly discussed exclusivity, but I'd naively assumed..." Jamie shrugged. "Anyway, I made a bit of a thing about it, and we had this row. Didn't speak for a few days."

"But you got past it."

"Eventually. He explained he wasn't built for monogamy, never had been. Said he really liked me - and that he really, really liked me - but couldn't do exclusivity. It’s also true that our sex life was a bit awkward. I can’t take a cock like you can.”

Theo smiled. “I never used to be able to.”

"But at least he was actually being honest with me. When we finally talked properly, I realised he wasn't just trying to get away with anything. He just wanted different boundaries. And I think I kinda felt a bit more comfortable knowing that I wouldn’t have to become this sexual thing that I wasn’t really wanting to be. So we agreed to be open, at least on his end. I wasn't especially interested in hooking up with others at the time."

"So you were just... okay with him sleeping around?" Theo asked..

"Not at first," Jamie admitted. "I tolerated it because I wanted to be with him. But I didn't want details. If he hooked up, I told him to keep it to himself."

"What changed?"

Jamie smiled slightly. "One night he came home from a club and he’d hooked up. He smelled of… I dunno… men! And I could tell he was bursting to talk about it. I was a bit irritated, and I told him to shut up about it. But he kept dropping these little hints, and I realised I was... curious."

"Curious?"

"About what he did with them. Who they were. What they did that I didn’t." Jamie paused. "So I asked him a question about it. Just one. And fuck me, the floodgates I opened..."

Theo laughed. “Yeah?*

"Yeah. So the next time, I asked more questions. And eventually I realised I wasn't just tolerating it anymore. I was getting turned on by hearing about it." Jamie felt a flush rise in his cheeks, but continued. "Especially when he'd compare them to me."

"Compare how?"

"What they could do that I couldn't. Or wouldn't. How they responded to him differently. How they sucked him that little bit deeper. How he felt when they did things." Jamie's voice dropped slightly. "It was degrading. And I liked it."

Theo nodded slowly, understanding dawning in his expression. "So your videos are basically an extension of that? You watching him with others."

"Exactly. We discovered this... dynamic between us. Where his hookups weren't a threat to our relationship: they actually enhanced it. For both of us." Jamie hesitated, then decided to share the pivotal moment. "There was this one night that really cemented it."

"What happened?"

"I was in bed. Marcus had been out at a club again. Around two in the morning, I heard him come home. With someone. They were in the hallway right outside our bedroom door." Jamie could still remember it perfectly: the sounds, his initial confusion, his racing heart. “At first, I just heard scrambling like shoes coming off and stuff and I just thought he was drunk and being loud. Then I heard this other guy giggle, and then I hear them making out. And then Marcus is being really, really loud and demanding this guy get on his knees.”

“Wow,” said Theo. “And he’d never brought a guy back before?”

"No, at least not when there was any chance of me being around. I think he just thought it was a good thing and I would like it.”

"He wanted you to hear?"

Jamie nodded. "He was saying all this stuff to the guy about how good he was. How much better than his pussy of a boyfriend. How his boyfriend was hopeless at sucking cock."

"Jesus," Theo breathed.

"I maybe should have been furious, right? Should have stormed out there and thrown them both out. But instead..." Jamie shook his head, still sometimes surprised by his own reaction. "Instead, I went and sat right by the door, ear pressed against it, rock hard, listening to my boyfriend tell another man how much better he was than me. I didn’t even dare open the door, so useless I was."

The shower cut off in the bathroom. Jamie glanced toward the bathroom, then continued more quickly.

"After the guy left and Marcus has shot down his throat or whatever, he just came to bed without saying a word. He found me lying there, rock hard, leaking, completely desperate. He didn't say a word about what had just happened. He just looked at me, grinning. Then he sucked me off right there, swallowed everything, and then he just held me all night. Then we went out the next morning for brunch and we both just kept grinning the whole fucking time."

"And that's when you knew?"

"That's when we both knew," Jamie confirmed. "Eventually we actually talked about it. Properly discussed what had happened, what it meant. How it made us both feel. And we just let it evolve a bit really: never anything too wild, never anything too uncomfortable. And then the videos became something that evolved out of that: we found a way to make something hot work for us in a way that made a bit of money.”

“That's really hot. And genuinely nice too.”

The bathroom door opened, and Marcus emerged with a towel around his waist, hair still dripping.

"What are you two gossiping about?" he asked, smiling easily at Theo.

"Just shop talk," Jamie replied smoothly. "Theo was asking about our setup."

Marcus sighed and rolled his eyes. "Jamie's your man for that. I just show up and look pretty."

Theo laughed, exchanging a knowing glance with Jamie. "Well, you do that very well. Thanks again for today. Hope we can work together in the future."

He went over to Marcus and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then did the same with me. “You guys are cute.”

After Theo left, Marcus dropped his towel and stretched out on the bed, completely unselfconscious as always. "He was good," he remarked. "We should definitely use him again."

Jamie nodded and went to sit on the bed too, mind still lingering on the story he'd just shared with Theo. "Yeah, definitely."

"I think he liked you too. He was giving you the eye more than me!" Marcus smiled and then noticed Jamie's distraction. "You okay? You’ve got a funny look."

"I’m just thinking about how you changed it all today,” Jamie replied, smiling.

“Yeah. I acknowledged you today. Broke your precious fourth wall. Made you part of it.”

"Yes."

"And you liked that even more, didn't you? Being seen but still excluded. Humiliated directly instead of just in your voiceovers."

Jamie swallowed hard. "Yes."

Marcus's smile widened. "I thought we might try something new with the next video. Something where your voice is heard even more during filming, not just added later. Where I talk to you directly throughout." His hand finally reached Jamie's erection, pressing against it through his trousers. "Where your pathetic desperation becomes part of the scene itself."

Jamie’s mouth was suddenly very dry: professional concern about changing their established format being dwarfed by the undeniable arousal at the prospect.

"Our subscribers expect a certain dynamic," he said, trying to maintain some semblance of business sense even as Marcus's hand continued its teasing pressure.

"And we'll give them an evolution of that dynamic." Marcus's other hand moved to the back of Jamie's neck, gripping firmly. "But right now, you’re hard. I’m still hard. I need more."

Jamie understood immediately. Without a word, he slid off the bed onto his knees on the floor. Marcus swung his legs over the edge, sitting up straight.

"Come on," Marcus said, his voice deepening into the tone he used on camera. "Show me you're at least good for something." He grinned down at him.

Jamie moved forward. He wanted to give him a little slap for being so cheeky, but he couldn’t stop himself from loving it. He took Marcus into his mouth without hesitation. This wasn't for the cameras or subscribers; Jamie worked with practiced familiarity, knowing exactly how Marcus liked to be serviced after a shoot. Hard and fast, no teasing, pure release.

Marcus's hand fisted in Jamie's hair, controlling the pace and depth. "That's it," he murmured. "At least you're useful for this."

The words sent a surge of arousal through Jamie, his own erection straining painfully against his jeans as he took Marcus deeper.

"Touch yourself," Marcus commanded, pulling Jamie's hair to look into his eyes. "I want to see your face as you shoot with your mouth full."

Jamie fumbled with his zip, freeing himself and stroking in rhythm with the thrusts into his mouth. He moaned with the dual sensations of his mouth around Marcus's cock, the vibration making Marcus groan in response.

"That's it," Marcus encouraged, his grip tightening in Jamie's hair. "Show me how much you love this: being used after watching me fuck someone better than you."

Jamie felt himself approaching the edge embarrassingly quickly, his hand working frantically as Marcus used his throat. The humiliation, the submission, the taste and scent of Theo all over Marcus. It all combined into an overwhelming sensory experience.

"I'm close," Marcus warned, his thighs tensing. "You swallow every drop, you understand?"

Jamie moaned and nodded as best he could with his mouth full, his own orgasm building rapidly. When Marcus finally came with a deep groan, flooding his mouth, Jamie followed immediately, spilling over the floor as he dutifully swallowed every drop as instructed.

Marcus held him in place until he was completely spent, then released his grip on Jamie's hair. "Good lad," he murmured, his tone softening slightly. He bent down and kissed his cheek. Jamie rested his forehead against Marcus's thigh, catching his breath.

"Go on. Clean yourself up," Marcus said after a moment, his voice returning to normal. "Shall we get a curry?”

Jamie laughed at the change in tone and nodded, rising on slightly unsteady legs. This was their pattern: intensity followed by love. Jamie fucking loved it.

As he washed up in the bathroom, Jamie caught sight of himself in the mirror: lips slightly swollen, hair dishevelled from Marcus's grip. He would need to process this new development. Marcus acknowledging him during filming was a potentially significant change. But that was for tomorrow. Tonight, he would have a takeaway and snuggle up in the arms of his favourite man.

Later that night, Marcus stretched languidly on the sofa. "When do you think you'll have it edited?"

"Three days, if I push. Need to get the sound balance right on those closeups."

"No rush: we’ve got other scenes that should go up before then anyway. I'm covering Dave's shift tomorrow, so you'll have the place to yourself."

Jamie nodded.

“Also… I couldn't really say this in the scene earlier. But I love you so fucking much too.”

Marcus kissed Jamie on the forehead, and he snuggled in.

 

[michaelnola]

(cont.)

Jamie glanced toward the bathroom again. Marcus would be a while. He always took obscenely long showers after filming, once claiming he needed to "wash the performance off." The truth was he just liked using up all the hot water.

"It wasn't planned," Jamie admitted. "We'd been dating about a month. Things were going well, at least I thought so. Then one night we were in the pub, and I came back from the bathroom and there was Marcus, casually browsing Grindr, chatting with half of Manchester."

Theo winced. "Ouch."

"Yeah. We hadn't explicitly discussed exclusivity, but I'd naively assumed..." Jamie shrugged. "Anyway, I made a bit of a thing about it, and we had this row. Didn't speak for a few days."

"But you got past it."

"Eventually. He explained he wasn't built for monogamy, never had been. Said he really liked me - and that he really, really liked me - but couldn't do exclusivity. It’s also true that our sex life was a bit awkward. I can’t take a cock like you can.”

Theo smiled. “I never used to be able to.”

"But at least he was actually being honest with me. When we finally talked properly, I realised he wasn't just trying to get away with anything. He just wanted different boundaries. And I think I kinda felt a bit more comfortable knowing that I wouldn’t have to become this sexual thing that I wasn’t really wanting to be. So we agreed to be open, at least on his end. I wasn't especially interested in hooking up with others at the time."

"So you were just... okay with him sleeping around?" Theo asked..

"Not at first," Jamie admitted. "I tolerated it because I wanted to be with him. But I didn't want details. If he hooked up, I told him to keep it to himself."

"What changed?"

Jamie smiled slightly. "One night he came home from a club and he’d hooked up. He smelled of… I dunno… men! And I could tell he was bursting to talk about it. I was a bit irritated, and I told him to shut up about it. But he kept dropping these little hints, and I realised I was... curious."

"Curious?"

"About what he did with them. Who they were. What they did that I didn’t." Jamie paused. "So I asked him a question about it. Just one. And fuck me, the floodgates I opened..."

Theo laughed. “Yeah?*

"Yeah. So the next time, I asked more questions. And eventually I realised I wasn't just tolerating it anymore. I was getting turned on by hearing about it." Jamie felt a flush rise in his cheeks, but continued. "Especially when he'd compare them to me."

"Compare how?"

"What they could do that I couldn't. Or wouldn't. How they responded to him differently. How they sucked him that little bit deeper. How he felt when they did things." Jamie's voice dropped slightly. "It was degrading. And I liked it."

Theo nodded slowly, understanding dawning in his expression. "So your videos are basically an extension of that? You watching him with others."

"Exactly. We discovered this... dynamic between us. Where his hookups weren't a threat to our relationship: they actually enhanced it. For both of us." Jamie hesitated, then decided to share the pivotal moment. "There was this one night that really cemented it."

"What happened?"

"I was in bed. Marcus had been out at a club again. Around two in the morning, I heard him come home. With someone. They were in the hallway right outside our bedroom door." Jamie could still remember it perfectly: the sounds, his initial confusion, his racing heart. “At first, I just heard scrambling like shoes coming off and stuff and I just thought he was drunk and being loud. Then I heard this other guy giggle, and then I hear them making out. And then Marcus is being really, really loud and demanding this guy get on his knees.”

“Wow,” said Theo. “And he’d never brought a guy back before?”

"No, at least not when there was any chance of me being around. I think he just thought it was a good thing and I would like it.”

"He wanted you to hear?"

Jamie nodded. "He was saying all this stuff to the guy about how good he was. How much better than his pussy of a boyfriend. How his boyfriend was hopeless at sucking cock."

"Jesus," Theo breathed.

"I maybe should have been furious, right? Should have stormed out there and thrown them both out. But instead..." Jamie shook his head, still sometimes surprised by his own reaction. "Instead, I went and sat right by the door, ear pressed against it, rock hard, listening to my boyfriend tell another man how much better he was than me. I didn’t even dare open the door, so useless I was."

The shower cut off in the bathroom. Jamie glanced toward the bathroom, then continued more quickly.

"After the guy left and Marcus has shot down his throat or whatever, he just came to bed without saying a word. He found me lying there, rock hard, leaking, completely desperate. He didn't say a word about what had just happened. He just looked at me, grinning. Then he sucked me off right there, swallowed everything, and then he just held me all night. Then we went out the next morning for brunch and we both just kept grinning the whole fucking time."

"And that's when you knew?"

"That's when we both knew," Jamie confirmed. "Eventually we actually talked about it. Properly discussed what had happened, what it meant. How it made us both feel. And we just let it evolve a bit really: never anything too wild, never anything too uncomfortable. And then the videos became something that evolved out of that: we found a way to make something hot work for us in a way that made a bit of money.”

“That's really hot. And genuinely nice too.”

The bathroom door opened, and Marcus emerged with a towel around his waist, hair still dripping.

"What are you two gossiping about?" he asked, smiling easily at Theo.

"Just shop talk," Jamie replied smoothly. "Theo was asking about our setup."

Marcus sighed and rolled his eyes. "Jamie's your man for that. I just show up and look pretty."

Theo laughed, exchanging a knowing glance with Jamie. "Well, you do that very well. Thanks again for today. Hope we can work together in the future."

He went over to Marcus and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then did the same with me. “You guys are cute.”

After Theo left, Marcus dropped his towel and stretched out on the bed, completely unselfconscious as always. "He was good," he remarked. "We should definitely use him again."

Jamie nodded and went to sit on the bed too, mind still lingering on the story he'd just shared with Theo. "Yeah, definitely."

"I think he liked you too. He was giving you the eye more than me!" Marcus smiled and then noticed Jamie's distraction. "You okay? You’ve got a funny look."

"I’m just thinking about how you changed it all today,” Jamie replied, smiling.

“Yeah. I acknowledged you today. Broke your precious fourth wall. Made you part of it.”

"Yes."

"And you liked that even more, didn't you? Being seen but still excluded. Humiliated directly instead of just in your voiceovers."

Jamie swallowed hard. "Yes."

Marcus's smile widened. "I thought we might try something new with the next video. Something where your voice is heard even more during filming, not just added later. Where I talk to you directly throughout." His hand finally reached Jamie's erection, pressing against it through his trousers. "Where your pathetic desperation becomes part of the scene itself."

Jamie’s mouth was suddenly very dry: professional concern about changing their established format being dwarfed by the undeniable arousal at the prospect.

"Our subscribers expect a certain dynamic," he said, trying to maintain some semblance of business sense even as Marcus's hand continued its teasing pressure.

"And we'll give them an evolution of that dynamic." Marcus's other hand moved to the back of Jamie's neck, gripping firmly. "But right now, you’re hard. I’m still hard. I need more."

Jamie understood immediately. Without a word, he slid off the bed onto his knees on the floor. Marcus swung his legs over the edge, sitting up straight.

"Come on," Marcus said, his voice deepening into the tone he used on camera. "Show me you're at least good for something." He grinned down at him.

Jamie moved forward. He wanted to give him a little slap for being so cheeky, but he couldn’t stop himself from loving it. He took Marcus into his mouth without hesitation. This wasn't for the cameras or subscribers; Jamie worked with practiced familiarity, knowing exactly how Marcus liked to be serviced after a shoot. Hard and fast, no teasing, pure release.

Marcus's hand fisted in Jamie's hair, controlling the pace and depth. "That's it," he murmured. "At least you're useful for this."

The words sent a surge of arousal through Jamie, his own erection straining painfully against his jeans as he took Marcus deeper.

"Touch yourself," Marcus commanded, pulling Jamie's hair to look into his eyes. "I want to see your face as you shoot with your mouth full."

Jamie fumbled with his zip, freeing himself and stroking in rhythm with the thrusts into his mouth. He moaned with the dual sensations of his mouth around Marcus's cock, the vibration making Marcus groan in response.

"That's it," Marcus encouraged, his grip tightening in Jamie's hair. "Show me how much you love this: being used after watching me fuck someone better than you."

Jamie felt himself approaching the edge embarrassingly quickly, his hand working frantically as Marcus used his throat. The humiliation, the submission, the taste and scent of Theo all over Marcus. It all combined into an overwhelming sensory experience.

"I'm close," Marcus warned, his thighs tensing. "You swallow every drop, you understand?"

Jamie moaned and nodded as best he could with his mouth full, his own orgasm building rapidly. When Marcus finally came with a deep groan, flooding his mouth, Jamie followed immediately, spilling over the floor as he dutifully swallowed every drop as instructed.

Marcus held him in place until he was completely spent, then released his grip on Jamie's hair. "Good lad," he murmured, his tone softening slightly. He bent down and kissed his cheek. Jamie rested his forehead against Marcus's thigh, catching his breath.

"Go on. Clean yourself up," Marcus said after a moment, his voice returning to normal. "Shall we get a curry?”

Jamie laughed at the change in tone and nodded, rising on slightly unsteady legs. This was their pattern: intensity followed by love. Jamie fucking loved it.

As he washed up in the bathroom, Jamie caught sight of himself in the mirror: lips slightly swollen, hair dishevelled from Marcus's grip. He would need to process this new development. Marcus acknowledging him during filming was a potentially significant change. But that was for tomorrow. Tonight, he would have a takeaway and snuggle up in the arms of his favourite man.

Later that night, Marcus stretched languidly on the sofa. "When do you think you'll have it edited?"

"Three days, if I push. Need to get the sound balance right on those closeups."

"No rush: we’ve got other scenes that should go up before then anyway. I'm covering Dave's shift tomorrow, so you'll have the place to yourself."

Jamie nodded.

“Also… I couldn't really say this in the scene earlier. But I love you so fucking much too.”

Marcus kissed Jamie on the forehead, and he snuggled in.

Damn these two just work so well---every time I think I have your next move covered, you through another surprise into the mix---excellent writing and use of your characters. You make it so that we are part of this wild journey.

 

[Kyokemokyo]

@arnoldjmiles are you going to continue posting more? It’s a really hot story

 

[arnoldjmiles]

@arnoldjmiles are you going to continue posting more? It’s a really hot story

Maybe - nobody seems too fussed about reading it

 

[Lahim8]

I'd love to hear more! It's such great writing and cuckoldry is so under-used in erotica

 

[Kyokemokyo]

Maybe - nobody seems too fussed about reading it

If it’s not working for you fair enough, but I for one have my fingers crossed

 

[Joseph5521]

I really like it

 

[Codger]

Damn these two just work so well---every time I think I have your next move covered, you through another surprise into the mix---excellent writing and use of your characters. You make it so that we are part of this wild journey.

What Michael said. Couldn’t agree more!