Screen Shots

By Will Okati

What's a guy supposed to do when his best friend since freshman year decides he wants to go get his freak on and get paid for it by an amateur gay porn studio?

Seduced: TwentySomethingTwinks.com is nothing like Aaron thought it'd be. Professionally run and staffed by friendly, personable -- and hot -- talent, it's a heck of a temptation -- even for someone who's never thought about getting down with a guy before. Trouble is, Aaron finds he likes the action more than he thought he would -- and he's starting to see Cody in an entirely different light.

Smolder: Brandon's trying his best to play it cool. He figures if no one knows he's a total amateur, he'll go a lot further. He didn't count on two of twentysomethingtwinks.com's top studs claiming him for their own. When Gabriel and Dylan decide they want Brandon as their third in a permanent menage, all they have to do is convince him.

Slinky: Ross, the All-American "boy next door," is a long established star of twentysomethingtwinks.com. He's settled into his comfort zone -- he needs shaking up and waking up. Maddox thinks he's the perfect man for the job...

Submissive: Skyler, the newest recruit to twentysomethingtwinks.com, has one mission in mind: to get Thom, the cool, collected lead cameraman, naked and sweaty between the sheets. Skyler's used to getting what he wants. So is Thom.

Sexology: Jake's taken longer than a guy should to write his dissertation on the modern sex industry. He can't stand the thought of leaving behind the friends he's made at twentysomethingtwinks.com -- and he won't be able to live with himself if he doesn't act on some of his favorite fantasies. Trouble is, he has no idea where to begin. A chance encounter and a night spent at the studio with a double handful of screen stars give Jake the chance to seize his dreams.

Ten men, ten ways to misbehave. It's going to be a night to remember.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: Jun 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9780846202738

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Screen Shots

Will Okati

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Table of Contents

Credits

Screen Shots

Seduced (Screen Shots 1)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Smolder (Screen Shots 2)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Slinky (Screen Shots 3)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Submissive (Screen Shots 4)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Sexology (Screen Shots 5)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Epilogue

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Credits

Cast (In Order Of Appearance)

Aaron -- Cody’s Chauffeur

Cody -- Aaron’s Roommate

Dylan -- Unofficial Mentor To The Rookies

Gabriel -- Twentysomethingtwinks Star

Brandon -- Amateur Talent

Ross -- All American Boy Next Door

Maddox -- Outrageously Flexible

Skyler -- Mouthy Brat

Guest Staring: Jake -- Grad Student

Crew:

Katherine -- Owner And CEO

Thom -- Producer And Lead Cameraman

Smutpuppy -- Guard Dog -- yeah, right…

Screen Shots

Will Okati

What’s a guy supposed to do when his best friend since freshman year decides he wants to go get his freak on and get paid for it by an amateur gay porn studio?

Seduced: Twentysomethingtwinks.com is nothing like Aaron thought it’d be. Professionally run and staffed by friendly, personable -- and hot -- talent, it’s a heck of a temptation -- even for someone who’s never thought about getting down with a guy before. Trouble is, Aaron finds he likes the action more than he thought he would -- and he’s starting to see Cody in an entirely different light.

Smolder: Brandon’s trying his best to play it cool. He figures if no one knows he’s a total amateur, he’ll go a lot further. He didn’t count on two of twentysomethingtwinks.com’s top studs claiming him for their own. When Gabriel and Dylan decide they want Brandon as their third in a permanent ménage, all they have to do is convince him.

Slinky: Ross, the All-American boy next door, is a long established star of twentysomethingtwinks.com. He’s settled into his comfort zone -- he needs shaking up and waking up. Maddox thinks he’s the perfect man for the job…

Submissive: Skyler, the newest recruit to twentysomethingtwinks.com, has one mission in mind: to get Thom, the cool, collected lead cameraman, naked and sweaty between the sheets. Skyler’s used to getting what he wants. So is Thom.

Sexology: Jake’s taken longer than a guy should to write his dissertation on the modern sex industry. He can’t stand the thought of leaving behind the friends he’s made at twentysomethingtwinks.com -- and he won’t be able to live with himself if he doesn’t act on some of his favorite fantasies. Trouble is, he has no idea where to begin. A chance encounter and a night spent at the studio with a double handful of screen stars give Jake the chance to seize his dreams.

Ten men, ten ways to misbehave. It’s going to be a night to remember.

Publisher’s Note: Screen Shots Second Edition was formerly released under the name Will Okati

Seduced (Screen Shots 1)

Will Okati

What’s a guy supposed to do when his best friend since freshman year decides he wants to go get his freak on and get paid for it by an amateur gay porn studio? Confused by the changes in his absentminded buddy Cody, Aaron decides to check the place out for himself.

Twentysomethingtwinks.com is nothing like Aaron thought it’d be. Professionally run and staffed by friendly, personable -- and hot -- talent, it’s a heck of a temptation even for someone who’s never thought about getting down with a guy before.

Trouble is, Aaron finds he likes the action more than he thought he would -- and he’s starting to see Cody in an entirely different light. What’s a guy supposed to do now?

Chapter One

Yo, Aaron. Think I’ve got a lead on a job. You’re driving me. Cool?

As mornings went, this one already seemed promising to Aaron. Not home two minutes from a file-mile run with almost no traffic on the roads and his perpetual man-child of a roommate could potentially be employed within the day. You’re serious?

Cody beamed at him, or tried to. Angelic innocence didn’t sit right on him. Devil’s horns, now, those fit perfectly. Could this face lie?

Yes. All the time. Aaron grabbed the towel he’d hung over the plastic lawn chairs they’d picked up cheap at Wal-Mart. Went great with the card table they’d found at a yard sale. Voila! Instant dinette set.

Damn. You know me too well. Cody stood over the sink, slurping and crunching his way through a pseudo-Tupperware bowl of cereal. His sweatpants, washed soft and pale, hung low on his hipbones, an inch away from whoop, there it is. Granted, he did have the body to make that work. Not that Aaron was looking. Not at his best friend and not like… y’know, that.

Cody wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. Whatever. You love me, don’t front.

Doesn’t mean I trust you.

Cody mumbled something like just called to confirm, I’m golden through a mouthful of cereal and waved his phone at Aaron before he clicked it shut and tossed it on the card table. It slid under a mess of half-read newspapers and textbooks from a year ago that they’d never gotten around to moving. Aaron liked to think of them as a reminder that he and Cody did both have degrees, in finance and in philosophy, and someday they’d make names for themselves. Maybe even be rich and famous.

Or at least get something nine-to-five, which in this economy seemed like Shangri-fucking-La.

Aaron extricated Cody’s phone from beneath a pile of flotsam and some assorted jetsam and tucked it in his pocket. Sweaty or not, he’d take the chance of wrecking it over Cody losing the damn thing again. The boy needed a keeper. Aaron was used to filling the role.

Kinda amazing that out of the two of them, Cody had found work first.

When’s the interview? Aaron mopped his face and under his arms, and for good measure shook his head like a dog in Cody’s general direction, spraying him with rogue drops of sweat.

And you say I’m disgusting. That’s nasty, man. Cody flicked half a spoonful of fruity neon-colored cereal at him. Interview’s in -- He checked his watch. Forty-five minutes, an hour, something like that. Cody waved the spoon at Aaron before he could properly react. Chill, we’ve got time if we leave as soon as I’m done here and you get your ass in and out of a shower.

Aaron spluttered.

Dude. Calm down. Cody scowled into his cereal. It’s maybe twenty minutes outside of town. I know what I’m doing.

That’d be a first. Timetables and relative traffic speeds versus traffic congestion patterns swam behind Aaron’s eyes. Jesus Pete, Cody. You so owe me for this.

Yeah, yeah, whatever. Cody tipped up the bowl and slurped down the last of his milk.

Wait. No. Not milk. Unless the cereal had gone radioactive, there was no way milk should be that color. Dark, almost black, and thin.

Aaron had lived with Cody long enough, since freshman year, to know better than to ask, but damn his curiosity. He had to. What the hell did you put on your cereal?

Dr. Pepper. Cody tilted his head as far back as it would go and licked the bowl almost upside-down. Not as bad as you’d think, man. They kinda go together. And we were out of milk, even the chunky stuff.

You tried the -- Aaron gave up. He crowded into Cody’s personal space and wrapped his arm around Cody’s neck. All the better to give Cody a good, up-close and intimate whiff. You’re so freakin’ lucky you’ve got me. Anyone else would have kicked you out years ago.

Other way around, Aaron. Get off. Cody fake-gagged. Shower now before they declare your sweaty ass hazardous to public health.

Aaron gave in. He never had been able to say no to Cody. He knuckle-rubbed Cody’s head. Fine, whatever. Give me fifteen.

Cool by me. Cody licked the bowl.

On his way out of the kitchen, something occurred to Aaron. He turned back. You’re not dressed for an interview. You’re barely dressed, period. Do you need to--

Cody flashed him a fruity Dr. Pepper grin. They can love me or leave me, my man, and dress code at this job site is as casual as it gets.

You’ll fit right in. Aaron tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it at Cody. Seriously, what kind of job is this?

* * *

Cody changed the radio station five times before Aaron smacked his hand away from the dash and plugged in his iPod jack, and that was before they’d reached the edge of the parking lot behind their apartment building.

It was going to be a long drive.

Cody flashed Aaron another one of his too-bright grins and nodded at the speakers. Put on the grunge mix, yeah?

Nirvana and Nine Inch Nails, Aaron grumbled.

I snuck some Green Day and Beck in there.

Hopeless child of the nineties, Aaron said as they pulled out into traffic. He couldn’t help checking his watch. With any luck, they’d get there on time. Just.

No dissing the nineties, man, Cody said, pointing at him. You’re lucky it’s not the eighties. I could go through a whole Duran-Duran phase.

Aaron winced.

The eighties were fucking awesome. In their way. Cody tilted his head to one side. If you like giant hair and money, I guess. Who doesn’t like money?

Aaron thought about that one and couldn’t come up with anyone except Mother Teresa and Gandhi. Fair enough.

No drugs or beehives, though, Cody said, already drifting away, staring out the passenger side window and tapping his fingers to the beat of Random Song #1 on the shuffle. Death Metal. Nice ‘n’ relaxing. Uh-huh.

That’s the seventies, Cody. I think.

Whatever. Cody waved that aside. Listen, uh… thanks for the ride, Aaron.

Since when do you thank me for hauling your ass around town? Long years of practice enabled Aaron to reach without looking and knuckle-rub Cody’s head.

Cody yelped and socked Aaron in the arm. Little son-of-a-bitch hit hard. See if I’m ever grateful for anything else again, asshole.

That’s my boy.

Relative silence reigned for roughly one mile, a personal best for Cody. Aaron had been on the verge of pinching him to make him produce some kind of noise when Cody, still looking out the side window, came out with the choice gem of: I feel a chick moment coming on.

I hope to God that means you’re hungry and thinking about stopping by KFC after the interview.

Nah. Indulge me. Care and share, dickhead. When’s the first time you had sex?

Aaron opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it. Okay, that was out of nowhere.

Was it good, bad, kinda forgettable? Drunk, sober, high, wasted?

What’s it matter?

Just seems weird to me you never said. Fuck, I tell you everything about every girl.

Brag, you mean.

Whatever. Details, man. Inquiring minds want to know.

Aaron shrugged. Does it make me a bad person if I said I don’t really remember what the sex itself was like, just that I spent the next four or five days grinning like a loon?

Nah. I think that just makes you human.

Sucks that I can’t get back the details. Aaron tapped his thumbs on the steering wheel. I’d had my eye on her for days.

Yeah? Cody turned halfway, still not quite looking at Aaron. Tall, blond, stacked?

Nah. Kinda short, brown hair. She did have a nice -- Aaron made a wavy gesture relatively suggestive of an impressive chest. That wasn’t why, though. I don’t know, Cody. She wasn’t pretty, except when she smiled, and then -- He shrugged. She had something about her that made me want to get close.

So you’re not totally into T & A. Gotta have something that gets you here. Cody tapped his chest and leered at Aaron. It’d probably been meant to be less dirty, but hey, this was Cody. A leer was as good as a pat on the back. You sad old romantic dick.

Aaron gave some thought to the time-honored question: twist Cody’s ear or scoff? He went with a snort. Some girls dig the nice-guy stuff.

Hmm. Bet some guys would, too.

How would I know? Never even looked at a guy that way, much less put the moves on them.

Cody digested that with a quiet grunt and a nod. Guess that means you’ve never done it with a guy?

Aaron accidentally shifted gears and swerved.

Cody snickered. I’m gonna take that as a no. Me either, he went on. I kinda wonder what it’d be like.

And you’re what, going to go find out?

Pretty much. Hey, take this next exit up here.

Aaron required a few seconds to understand the two sentences were unrelated. He hoped. Almost missed the exit but made it in the last second. Indy 500, look out. Mad skills, these.

Yeah, yeah. Cody popped his knuckles. So that doesn’t… y’know, freak you out?

What, you acquiring a sudden taste for dick?

Cody shrugged and wouldn’t look at Aaron.

Why would I care? Doesn’t matter to me where you stick it. Just don’t give me the play-by-play the morning after.

Same rules you had about my lady conquests.

Because the same reasoning applies. Oversharing. Learn what it means.

I am what I am.

Okay, Popeye.

Does that mean you’re Olive Oyl?

There’s no winning this one, is there?

Nope. Cody rested his cheek on the window. Great. There’d be a huge Cody-shaped smudge there later. Then again, given how the truck was a few months overdue for a trip to the car wash, not such a big deal. I think it’d be okay, he said.

We’re still talking about the guy thing?

Cody shrugged. There any reason we shouldn’t, as long as it doesn’t involve gory details about my cock? You seriously wouldn’t think any less of me if I, you know -- He made a short but impressively concise hand gesture.

What’s your issue? I said no, it didn’t bug me, and I meant no. Aaron felt irritable for some reason, something he couldn’t pinpoint, and that cranked up the aggravation factor.

I dunno. You get shy sometimes.

Not shy. Private. Wary, maybe.

Wary, Cody echoed.

Cautious, Aaron amended. Between the two of us, someone’s got to be the grownup. Why all the questions? he asked, to take the pressure off himself. Got your eye on someone already and I should start preparing myself now?

Yes and no, Cody said, cryptic as a crossword in Urdu. He flexed his feet and popped his toe joints. Someday Aaron had to find out how he did that. Take the next left.

That leads out into the country, Cody. As in farms, cows, and not too much else.

Cody chuckled quietly to himself. Yeah, I know. We’re almost there, though.

You’ve got to tell me what kind of job this is.

You’ll see, my man. You’ll see. Cody cranked up the volume and started to sing. Aaron gave up. For now. He’d get it out of Cody sooner or later, though, wait and see. What else were friends for if not torturing information out of one another?

In the passenger seat, Cody kept his head turned to watch the right side of the road. He counted under his breath. Three, four, five. Okay, it’s gonna be the sixth house on this side. There, right there. Pull in.

There? It looks like a farmhouse. With -- Aaron rose in his seat to peer out the windshield. Satellite dishes that look more like Mars probes. Wait, is there where that TV station that went belly-up used to broadcast from?

One and the same.

The warning lights that usually flashed on in Aaron’s head whenever Cody came up with another one of his Crazy Schemes were blazing neon-bright. "What kind of job is this?"

You’ll see. Cody barely waited for the truck to stop before he was out of the cab, his sandals flapping over the perfectly graded gravel of the driveway.

Aaron followed at a slower pace. Huh. Had Cody landed some kind of caretaking job? Good on him if he had. There was a certain sort of tranquility to be found away from town. The air smelled fresher and the temperature cooler. Not bad. Ask them if they’ve got a job for me, too. He had no idea why Cody cracked up laughing, and didn’t think he wanted to. On second thought, I take it back.

No do-overs, Aaron. Cody laid into the door with the brass knocker shaped like a -- Aaron squinted. No way that was what he thought it was.

Actually, there wasn’t any mistaking that. A door knocker in the shape of a cock. A pretty impressive cock, too.

Cody having a shot at working here suddenly made a hell of a lot more sense.

And then it didn’t, again, when the door opened and a guy who looked like he’d just stepped out of an Old Navy-meets-bespoke tailor shop answered. Young, good-looking, definitely hard-bodied but not too much so and as crisp and clean around the edges he could have whipped out a bar of soap and done a commercial on the spot.

He lit up when he saw Cody and offered his hand. There you are. I wondered if you’d gotten lost. It is Cody, right?

The one and only. Cody ignored the handshake to bump knuckles with the guy. He jerked his thumb at Aaron. This is my chauffeur.

Very funny, Aaron muttered. Something about this didn’t sit right with him. Watching his best friend and world champion slob Cody getting all cozy with preppie Mr. way too calm to have a doorknocker shaped like a dick bent his brain. You want me to wait in the car, sir?

Not at all. The man stood back and held the door open wide. I’m Thom. It’s a pleasure to meet both of you. Please, come in. He let Cody pass but stopped Aaron halfway through to offer him the handshake too. Thom had a good grip, firm and dry and confident. Are you here just as a friend, or are you interested in a position too?

Let’s say I’m reserving judgment for now.

Good enough. Thom let Aaron pass and shut the door behind him. Katherine will be here any second, and we can get started.

Aaron caught a whiff of perfume, something light and sweet, almost citrusy but with subtler musky notes. A light, feminine hand rested on his shoulder. Cody, it’s a pleasure to meet you, a woman said. Goddamn, that was a sexy voice. Husky and sensual.

Wrong man, Katherine, Thom said. He nudged Aaron aside both discreetly and effectively. This is Cody.

Katherine stepped past Aaron with the confidence of a woman who had the world at her command and knew it, without the need to make a big deal about it. A little older than him, maybe five years or so, and even hotter than her voice, but wearing a neat business suit that warned, off limits. She gave Cody a warm, wide, welcoming smile and took both his hands in hers. It’s a pleasure. If you’d like to come this way, we can get started on your interview process.

Aaron couldn’t take it anymore. What kind of job is this?

Cody didn’t tell you? Katherine turned to face Aaron, her smile no less sincere and welcoming. An honest woman with a good heart, if he was any judge. Welcome to Steel Mill Productions, more commonly known as the home of Twentysomethingtwinks.com, where our mission is to provide a venue for inexperienced but eager talent.

It took a second for Aaron’s brain to try to rearrange the words into something that made sense. He gave up before the gray cells did. Talent? Twinks?

Amateur gay porn, if you will, Thom said as pleasantly as if he’d meant to say bookkeeping and it’d come out in a different language. The interview room is just down the hall. We hope you’ll like it here, Cody.

Cody might. He winked at Aaron as he walked past, Thom already talking on a Bluetooth he’d plugged into his ear.

A sudden interest in guys, huh? Aaron was going to kill Cody for this. He wasn’t serious. Was he?

A definitely masculine moan drifted under a door as Aaron passed it, followed by a baritone grunt of, Yeah, baby, yeah. You like that cock, don’t you?

Okay, possibly he was serious.

Katherine stopped and turned to watch Aaron. A smile played around her lips. I’ve seen that look before. Let me guess. Cody didn’t exactly fill you in on all the details before he dragged you along for the ride, right?

Aaron rubbed the back of his neck. Not so much with forewarning me, no.

You can wait outside, if you’d be more comfortable.

Aaron might have done just that if Cody hadn’t hesitated and looked back over his shoulder. He couldn’t leave Cody to fend for himself at the grocery store. Now, when he needed hardcore moral support, it’d take a colder heart than Aaron’s to turn him down. No, I’m fine, Aaron said, lying through his teeth.

Oh, God. Yeah, baby, yeah! the man behind the door shouted. Almost there -- God.

Katherine laughed quietly. You get used to it.

Up ahead, Thom directed Cody into another of the anonymous doors. It was kinda like watching a friend stroll into a lion’s den. Aaron followed without further encouragement. Hell, at least it got him away from the one guy begging the other guy to shoot on his face.

Then again, maybe that’d been the lesser of two evils.

Chapter Two

Aaron chose to stand in the doorway rather than come in, rationalizing that after all this wasn’t his interview.

If you could sit in that chair in the corner? Thom asked, already behind a camera mounted on a tripod, fiddling with arcane dials and lenses on the thing. He wasn’t alone. A younger dude, maybe Aaron’s age, dressed in a turtleneck and artistically paint-spattered distressed jeans, perched on a director’s chair with a tablet PC in hand. You’ve already met Thom, Katherine said. This is Jake.

Right, yeah. I signed that addendum. S’up, Jake? Cody pushed past Aaron. Guy’s writing a dissertation on the sex industry.

Jake blushed. Good to meet you, Aaron. You too, Cody.

Aaron frowned at Jake. What the hell was a guy who went pink and fidgeted in this kind of situation doing by hanging his dissertation on a -- never mind. At least the faint reddening made him look boyish and cute, like a puppy.

Katherine took a seat across the way on a dainty blue-upholstered chair facing the one Cody was meant to go to.

Cody waltzed right into the thick of it, down in the slouchy brown chair that reminded Aaron of a short, free-standing hammock. The design of the chair automatically nudged a guy into half-lounging with his legs sprawled apart and his pelvis tipped up.

Are you sure this is what you want? Aaron asked Cody, dubious. It’d be easier to get molasses to flow uphill if Cody truly had his mind set on the job, but… amateur gay porn? Seriously?

Why not? I’ve got the body for it. Cody stretched his T-shirt over his chest to show off his abs and flexed his arms.

Yeah, but…

Cody rubbed his forearms. He wouldn’t look Aaron in the eye, but Aaron didn’t think Cody was embarrassed. More like stubborn and pissed that Aaron didn’t understand something he should have gotten the memo about long before. It’s a job, he said to a spot half a foot past Aaron’s head. What’s wrong with that?

Nothing, but… it’s porn.

That too, Thom said. He nodded, satisfied, at the camera. We’re ready to go.

Zip it, Cody said. He settled comfortably in his chair, sprawled out like a Thanksgiving turkey next in line for stuffing. I’m ready for my close-up.

The cameras started rolling.

Welcome to Twentysomethingtwinks.com, Cody, Katherine said, as smooth and professional as a news anchor.

Pleasure, Cody said, contriving to slouch even further. He tugged at the hem of his T-shirt. Should I get naked now, or what?

Not yet, Katherine said. Let’s get to know you a little first.

Cody tucked his hands behind his head and grinned. Cool by me. What can I tell you?

Let’s start with why you’re interested in joining us.

I love sex, Cody said, no hesitating. Fuckin’ love sex.

That much was true. No one was more of a hound than Cody when he had his game face on. Aaron had had to haul Cody’s ass out of the fire more than once over the I didn’t know she was your girlfriend shtick.

To give Cody credit, he never had known.

Aaron’s head hurt.

… bi-curious, yeah, Cody was saying. I mean, I’ve looked at guys sometimes. Who hasn’t?

Aaron had to give him that, too. Nothing wrong with appreciating a good tight ass or a solid set of biceps, right? Then again…

Good, very good. Katherine propped her chin on her hand. Let’s go ahead and get you to take your shirt off now, Cody.

Cameras whirred. Cody winked at Thom and went for it. The pants would be next, Aaron just knew it.

Nice chest, Katherine approved. Now, if you would, stand up and take off your --

I think that’s my exit line. Aaron did an about-face and if this was retreat, he was man enough to admit that. Nothing wrong with regrouping, right? Right.

Not that there was really anyplace to go, and damn if this giant converted stone barn wasn’t huge enough for a guy to get lost in. Aaron wandered at speed out of the hallway with various moans and groans of more, harder, faster, give it to me. He might have gone on until he reached the front door, where he would wait for Cody, because he wasn’t that kind of guy -- the kind who’d ditch his buddy -- if he hadn’t almost mowed down a lean-hipped dude bent over tying the laces on his sneakers.

Whoa. Where’s the fire? The guy didn’t seem to have taken offense. Maybe he saw a lot of men running away. Haven’t seen you around here before. I’m Dylan.

Dylan offered Aaron his hand, and seriously, what the hell was with the terminal friendliness around this place? Aaron had a definite image of what a porn studio was supposed to look like firmly engraved in his mind, and this was so not it.

I’m Aaron, Aaron said, taking Dylan’s hand. Dylan had a better grip than most guys Aaron had known, dry and firm and cool.

Good to meet you, Dylan said. Are you here for an interview?

Not exactly, Aaron hedged. My roommate is.

Yeah? Good for him. Dylan said.

Contrary to what Aaron had half expected, Dylan did not eye-fuck him. Didn’t look him up and down. He did flex, but only to check the fit of his sneakers. He’ll like it here, Dylan said. I’m part of the talent. I’ve been with Katherine for about a year now.

Um, Aaron said. He stared at Dylan. Damn. Dylan seemed so… normal. Young, fit, no bullshit. Like a guy Aaron would run into at the basketball court at the park, and Aaron liked basketball. You’re a… seriously?

Dylan laughed at him, but quietly, like Katherine -- seen it, heard it, learned to deal with it, moved past it. S’okay. Takes a little getting used to.

So I’ve been told, Aaron said.

Gotta say ‘good for you,’ too. Dylan thumped Aaron on the back. Not too many guys I know would be cool with their boyfriends doing this kind of work on the side.

Whirr went Aaron’s mental processors. Whoa, wait, no. We’re not like that. He’s just my roommate.

Yeah? Dylan eyed Aaron in a strange sort of way, then shrugged. Listen, some of the guys and me have a half-hour of down time going on before we get started. We’re doing this whole nature orgy thing.

Aaron almost swallowed his tongue. You don’t say.

Dylan went on as casually as if they were discussing the weather. You want to shoot some hoops with us? We could use a sixth to keep the teams even.

Cody wouldn’t be done for, well, Aaron wasn’t sure, but basketball beat hanging around with his fingers in his ears going la-la-la. I’m game. Where’s the court?

It wasn’t until he’d fallen into step with Dylan that Aaron realized he was about to get sweaty and energetic with five porn stars. Dear God, he hoped they weren’t playing shirts versus skins.

His cock twitched at the thought. Aaron stumbled. Uh, what? Well… could anyone blame him? Porn stars were porn stars. Naked, athletic porn stars were naked, etc., etc. Natural response.

Yo, Aaron, c’mon! Time’s a-wastin’, Dylan called, leaning on a corner and almost out of sight.

Aaron caught the smell of fresh outside air, heard the barking of a dog, and the rubber thwap of a good Spaulding on concrete.

As discreetly as he could, Aaron flicked his wayward cock with thumb and forefinger to make it behave. Coming, he called back, and sighed. This was going to be harder than he’d thought.

Harder. Damn it. Aaron gave up.

* * *

So it’s not the gay thing that’s got you tweaked? One of Aaron’s impromptu teammates, an All-American type called Ross, played basketball like he might have gone to college on a scholarship, all easy confidence and long-practiced grace. Up on his toes with power from his calves, he sank the basket almost without effort. Nothin’ but net.

How do you like them apples? Ross teased a smaller guy decorated with stark black tribal tattoos. On top of that he possessed a head of truly epic hair dyed glow