Unfortunate Son (19 page)

Charles’s face reddened, and he pointed a finger at Cory. “You stay out of this, pervert. And you”
—
he transferred his attention to Evan
—
“you will get out of my house and never come back. You are no longer my son.”

Evan’s knees buckled. Cory caught him in strong arms. “I can’t believe
you
would dishonor Charlie’s memory like this,” Cory spat out. “You don’t deserve to call either of them your sons.”

Cory had nearly had to carry Evan out the door after that. He’d gotten them both down the walkway and into Cory’s car before Evan lost it, and he and Jimmy had been the ones to get Evan through the next few weeks. And then Jimmy had suggested a career in porn.

“So.” Cory reached for the volume and tapped it back up a few dozen decibels. “Where were we before we were interrupted?”

The song switched from “Hot for Teacher” to “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun,” and Cory gave a whoop as he cranked the volume even higher. Evan pushed aside everything else and joined in the sing-along.

T
HE
APARTMENT
complex for the Erato shoot wasn’t far from Trevor’s place, and with traffic light on Saturday morning, he got there a little faster than he expected. At the entry gate, he punched in the code Jordan had given him, and a few seconds later, a tone sounded and the gates started to open. Trevor followed the directions to a building at the back of the complex and found the right apartment. When he knocked on the door, Jordan opened it with a bright smile.

“Hey, man, come on in,” he said, stepping back out of the way. Trevor walked past him to the breakfast bar at the edge of the kitchen, where he stopped and set down his duffel bag. He turned just in time to be caught up in a big hug. He felt himself smile as he returned it automatically. Jordan was hard to resist, as much for his happy attitude and charisma as for his tight little body.

“Thanks for doing this,” Jordan said as he stepped back. “I know it’s a little less than your usual rate, but….”

Trevor shrugged. “Not that much less,” he pointed out. Only about a hundred bucks, actually, and without having to travel. “And if you mean it about not directing every second of it, heck, it’ll be worth every penny.”

Jordan laughed. “Well, you know the usual stuff about not blocking shots. That’s why I’m starting off with people who’ve been doing this for a while. I just want to give some setup and turn on the cameras and go for it. You guys know what works. We might need to do a few pickup shots here and there, but for the bulk of it, you’ll be pretty much on your own.”

Another man wandered in from the bedroom, and Trevor turned to see it was his scene partner, Adam. They’d never worked together, but they’d met briefly about a year earlier, and Trevor had heard good things about him from mutual friends. Tall and leanly muscled, Adam had sculpted arms peeking out below the sleeves of the snug workout shirt he wore. A pair of headphones hung around his neck, the wire plugged into the phone he held. When he smiled, his face transformed from ordinary to radiant, with deep dimples bracketing his white teeth.

“Hey, man,” Adam said, holding out a hand for Trevor to shake. “Nice to see you again.”

“You too,” Trevor replied automatically as he shook hands. “This your first shoot here too?”

Adam chuckled and shook his head as he sat back down, and Trevor sat across from him. “No, I knew Da… I mean, Jordan before they launched the site, so I did one of the first scenes, with him. It’ll go up in another couple of weeks, I think.”

Trevor didn’t acknowledge the near-slip with Jordan’s name. He’d been there often enough himself, and besides, he knew Jordan’s real name was Danny. “It’s a different kind of take on things, that’s for sure. I’m used to everything being bigger-better-faster-more. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

Adam grinned. “Yeah, I get it. I’ve done some pretty kinky shit, and I love it all. But sometimes simple is good too, y’know?”

Trevor agreed with a nod, though his gut instinct told him “simple” rarely was. Still, it was a new studio and a new look, and anything different was good with him. Worst case never changed: if he hated it, he’d just never shoot with them again.

“All right, guys, let’s get set up.” Trevor and Adam turned their attention to Jordan, who waved toward a doorway. “Bedroom’s in there. Cameras are ready, so we’ll just check the lighting and take some stills first. Not a lot, just for promo.”

Trevor followed Adam into the room, which was decorated much like the other bedroom sets he’d worked on: neutral walls in a shade of medium beige, abstract artwork in muted tones, and a queen-size bed covered in a solid, dark green comforter. Tables on either side of the bed held matching lamps, which had lighter green shades and low-wattage lighting. The lights, camera, and reflective umbrellas were set up opposite the bed, with a couple of director’s chairs crowded next to a table containing a laptop, a high-quality still camera, and a basket full of lube bottles, condom boxes, towels, and a container of wet wipes.

“All right, boys, hop on board.” Jordan headed over to grab a light meter while Adam and Trevor climbed onto the end of the bed. Adam grinned at Trevor, eyes bright, and Trevor couldn’t help smiling back.

A light flashed. “Cute! Okay, let me check that and do some testing.” Jordan fiddled with the laptop for a minute and then crossed to the bed, holding the light meter under first Adam’s chin and then Trevor’s. He made a couple of adjustments to the umbrellas and switched out the meter for the camera.

“Okay, let’s get some stills. No posing. Just… get to know each other. Smile, touch, kiss, whatever feels natural. I’ll let you know when to take off shirts and such.”

Trevor turned toward Adam, and they moved closer together, running their hands across each other’s thighs and chests, sliding fingers down arms. Adam leaned in for a kiss, and Trevor met him halfway, lips brushing gently while the camera flash popped. They deepened the kiss, Adam sliding one hand behind Trevor’s neck, and Trevor shifted closer still, conscious of the camera but enjoying the feel of Adam too.

“Okay.” Jordan’s voice broke in after a little more groping. “Whenever you’re ready, shirts off.” Adam and Trevor followed directions, hands moving to push at fabric. Trevor got Adam’s shirt up to his armpits and discovered his left nipple had a gold ring in it, so he bent close to pull it into his mouth and give a little tug. Adam gasped, and Trevor smiled, licking over the hardened peak again before moving away and pushing Adam’s shirt the rest of the way off.

They continued kissing and touching, first shirtless and then, at Jordan’s direction, in just their underwear. Adam had gone with a black jockstrap that left his muscular butt on display, and Trevor took advantage, getting a double handful and kneading the firm flesh. Adam retaliated by sliding a hand under the back of Trevor’s snug red briefs and a finger into his crack, pushing at Trevor’s hole while his tongue worked Trevor’s mouth.

Jordan laughed softly, and Trevor broke away from the kiss to find the director watching them. “Okay, boys, let’s back up a little. Get back into your clothes, and we’ll start filming. I might take a few more stills after we’re done, but the rest I can get from the video.”

Trevor backed away, body thrumming from the hot make-out session, and reached for his clothes to redress while he waited for the word from Jordan.

“You’re doing great so far, but remember: think intimate.” Jordan peered through the camera viewfinder and made an adjustment. “We want people to feel like they’re watching a couple. It’s not just about the sex. Don’t worry too much about positions or where the camera is. I’ll have two cameras going most of the time, this one and a handheld camera, so we’ll get plenty for the scene. Holding off on cumshots until I can prep is great, but not a requirement. I’d rather have something that looks natural than a lot of edits, and I can work around almost anything. Okay?”

“Okay,” Adam replied, and Trevor nodded. He tipped his head from side to side to loosen up, ready to dive in.

“All right. No action or cuts unless there’s a problem. Just go for it whenever you’re ready.”

Adam turned to Trevor and smiled that great grin again. “Let’s do it.”

Trevor laughed and accepted Adam’s kiss.
He’s a good kisser
, Trevor thought as he ran his hands over Adam’s sculpted biceps. Adam obviously spent a lot of time in the gym, but he didn’t have the excessive bulk some guys developed. Still, he had a lot more than Trevor, who worked out enough to stay toned and defined but didn’t try to build muscle at all. Trevor had a dancer’s build, long and lean, which suited him, his employers, and his fans just fine.

The mattress shifted as Adam moved closer, deepening their kiss, and Trevor followed Adam’s lead, letting himself be lowered to lie on his back with Adam lying half on top of him. In most scenes, clothes would have started coming off by now, but Adam didn’t seem to be in any hurry, and Jordan didn’t say anything, so Trevor went with it. Things were supposed to be a little different here, and he didn’t have a problem with that.

Adam’s hand ran slowly down Trevor’s chest and abdomen, coming to rest just above where his cock was swelling under his shorts. Adam’s mouth still played with Trevor’s, tongue teasing, teeth nipping at Trevor’s full bottom lip. Trevor moaned and lifted his hips, begging silently for the touch that was just out of reach. Adam smiled into the kiss and gave it to him, just one too-soft, too-fast caress before he slid his hand under Trevor’s shirt to touch the bare skin of his stomach instead. Trevor let one hand skim down Adam’s arm and kept the other wrapped around the back of Adam’s neck, scraping his fingernails lightly into the close-cropped strands at his nape.

Adam broke the kiss finally, just to dip his head down and lick one of Trevor’s nipples, left bare by Adam pushing the shirt up under his arms. Trevor moaned and arched his back into the touch; nipple play had never done that much for him, but he knew viewers loved to see the men onscreen react to every touch. Adam didn’t know him, though, so he took Trevor’s reaction as encouragement and went from licking to sucking, with a few nibbles thrown in for good measure. That worked better for Trevor, and his next moan was more natural.

Adam paused again, this time to push at Trevor’s shirt, and Trevor took his cue, lifting up enough to pull it off and then reach for Adam’s. They came back together, on their sides, facing each other this time, and Trevor rolled them farther, until he lay half on top of Adam. He rubbed his hardening cock against Adam’s hip and his thigh into Adam’s groin, where he could feel a nice-sized erection filling out to match his.

Adam kept kissing him, mixing up deep, wet tonguing with light brushes of his lips until every touch sent a shiver down Trevor’s spine. If the site was going for intimate, then they’d be getting what they wanted in spades, because things sure felt intimate to Trevor.

Maybe a little
too
intimate.

Unbidden, Riley’s face flashed into Trevor’s mind, and he broke out of the kiss to get away from the thought. Riley didn’t belong here. Riley was Evan’s, and
Evan
didn’t belong here. Trevor closed his eyes and started moving down Adam’s body, licking at his nipples, hard peaks surrounded by a wide, flat ring of deep brown. He paused to play with that nipple ring again, knowing the audience would love it. And just the fact that Adam had the ring meant he probably got more out of nipple stimulation than Trevor did.

The rest of Adam’s body was honed to pure perfection, with hard pecs and ab muscles standing out in sharp relief. “Cum gutters,” the guys called the creases running along Adam’s hips toward his groin, and Trevor’s mouth watered at the idea of licking them clean at the end of their scene.

He tongued his way down them now, pausing to suck and nip a few spots here and there, listening to the steady stream of moans flowing from Adam’s mouth. They sounded natural, not forced like so many guys did on camera. Adam slid his big hand across Trevor’s scalp, fingers tightening and relaxing in time with Trevor’s movements.

Trevor popped the button of Adam’s shorts with one hand and pulled the zipper down, never letting up on his mouth’s exploration of Adam’s skin, and Adam lifted up to give him room to skim the shorts down and off, leaving Adam in nothing but his black jockstrap, front distended by his erection. Trevor smiled a little to himself as he mouthed his way down the hard length. The new site touted itself as by and for gay men, and over the years, Trevor had learned the signs of when a model was gay for pay. Adam’s reactions, especially his rock-hard cock, showed his sexuality was pretty damn clear. Trevor didn’t mind gay-for-pay guys, as long as they were into everything, but he much preferred knowing his scene partners were just as into men as he was.

Adam lifted his hips again, a silent signal to Trevor to move things along, and Trevor did, leaning up far enough to use both hands to pull the waistband of Adam’s jock out and down. His cock popped up to lie against his abs, and Trevor went down on it immediately, not even bothering to get the underwear the rest of the way off. Adam was big but not huge, slender enough that Trevor could deep-throat him almost from the start. Adam loved that, from the sounds Trevor heard drifting down at him, but then, who wouldn’t?