Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
There had been multiple times in my life where I thought I’d hit a total rock-bottom of embarrassment.
I’d been wrong all of those times.
Because this, tonight, was more than rock bottom. It may as well have been the molten center of the Earth.
It had been ten minutes since I’d shown Chase the hair dye bottle, and I hadn’t been able to look him in the eye ever since. The sounds of the street below filled the air on the balcony, and I kept staring out at the pine needles on one particular tree as I mentally cataloged all of the videos that had apparently graced Chase’s screen.
He’d seen me come more times than I could count.
He’d seen me sucking on a lollipop like a damned fool, just this morning.
He’d fucking known what I looked like naked for months on end, and now I was here in person with him, my two worlds colliding in a way I never, ever wanted them to.
“I have a question I’m afraid to ask,” I said, speaking freely in a way I normally didn’t have the courage to do.
“Anything,” Chase said. At least he was being as kind as he always was, even now. Chase really was a supportive guy, even if I did want to run screaming from him right now and never look at him again.
“The first day you met me,” I said, “when you came into my house to set up the TV cameras. Did you figure it out that day?”
Chase shifted on his chair. In my peripheral vision, I could see him nervously running his hand along the leg of his jeans.
“Do you want the truth?” he asked.
I groaned. “No. But yes.”
“I knew immediately. When I first looked at you,” he said.
I turned to look at him quickly, then instantly regretted it as we made eye contact.
It felt like he was looking straight through me. Like I may as well have been naked right now. He’d seen all of me, and I felt exposed having his crystal blue eyes on me now.
“Okay,” I managed to say.
“The freckle on the side of your face,” he continued. “The one that looks like a little heart? I saw it. Even without it, I might have known, though. I’d… we’ll, I’d looked at your lips and your jawline a lot. It turned me on so much, Adam.”
Fuck.
My cock perked up in my pants, adding to the utter tornado of confusion inside my body right now. I was getting my online, private life confused with my real life.
But Chase was still looking at me with respect. The same respect he’d always shown me. And knowing what a filthy person I’d been in my online videos and my messages with him, I was almost grateful that he could still look at me like that.
“You knew the whole time,” I whispered.
“Adam,” he said, sitting up straighter and giving me a pointed look. “I fucking love your videos. I’m never going to be ashamed to say that. But I also don’t think you should be ashamed that they’re yours. I don’t see you any differently. I think you’re one of the coolest people I’ve ever met.”
I puffed out a laugh, feeling a new level of alcohol in my blood. “No one has ever called me cool before, that’s for damn sure.”
“Who else can solve complex math equations by day and then upload the best cumshots on the internet by night?”
I shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe lots of the best hot rods online are secretly great statisticians, too.”
Chase smiled, and his dimples appeared, which meant my cock perked up yet again, which made me reach for the bottle of vodka.
Christ, my life had very suddenly gotten very strange.
“Can I ask you a question, too?” Chase said, shifting on his lounge chair to face me.
“Chase, as far as I’m concerned, my life as I knew it is now over,” I said as I poured heavy on another shot. “You can ask me anything. Are you going to tell me you’ve secretly worked at my company office for ten years? Secretly known my mom for my whole life? Are you secretly my long-lost friend from elementary school?”
“None of those things. I have no more secrets. And I’m an open fucking book, so don’t worry about that.”
I breathed deep before tossing back the next shot of watermelon vodka. “Go for it, then.”
“My question is, how did you start uploading videos to OnlyShots?” Chase asked. “You clearly don’t need the extra money, because I’m sure your data job pays you handsomely.”
I shook my head, leaning back and staring up at the night sky. “I’ve spent my whole life being the good boy,” I said. “I did great academically. Have always done great at work. But I’ve also always been afraid of my own shadow when it came to anything remotely sexual or social or romantic. Uploading those videos online was the first time in my life where I felt like I was being… bad.”