Pictures of You

By Julia Talbot

Ryan and Shreve share an apartment that has it all for such an old building. An open floor plan, a huge shower, and a picture window in the bedroom. When Ryan notices he and Shreve are being spied on by the attractive female photographer across the way, he decides it's time to get friendly with the neighbors. Real friendly. And he sets out to get Shreve to jump on board with the plan.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Turtlehat Creatives
• Release date: Jul 18, 2021
• ISBN: 9781942831235

Book preview

1

S he's watching us again.

What? Who? Shreve stared at him, hands on his hips, looking edible in his boxer briefs and nothing else.

The photographer across the alley. Four B in Fifty-Six Allen Lane. Ryan grinned, leaning back on his elbows, his cock bobbing hard against his belly.

What? Man, I told you we should get blinds instead of sheers. His lover started toward the window, fixing to peer out at their peeping Thomasina.

No! Shit, don't ruin it. She's going to start taking pictures as soon as you get naked. I bet your tattoos look amazing in black and white.

He got another stare, Shreve's brown eyes narrowing, that fine mouth pursed into a thin line. Are you crazy? You think it's funny that we have some chick watching through our window while we get busy?

Funny? No. Ryan wiggled. Hot, a little. Kinda cool. I mean, come on, she's probably getting off on us getting off.

That's disgusting. But Shreve was getting hard, wasn't he? That cock Ryan knew so well was starting to poke at the front of those soft briefs, a wet spot spreading.

Ryan would love to think it was just for him, and the way he was stroking himself, but he knew better. Shreve had always had an exhibitionist bone.

No, it's not. I mean if it was some sixty-year-old guy who still lived with his mom and got off on baby porn it would be gross. This chick is a professional photographer. She thinks we're art.

Art. Standing at the foot of the bed, Shreve struck a pose. There. My artistic expression for the evening. Now can I close the sheers, at least?

Ha, ha. No. You can't. Lose the shorts. It was getting to the point that he really didn't care about anyone but Shreve, his cock aching in his hand. Come on, baby. Want you.

Perv. The shorts hit the floor, and Shreve knelt on the bed, their Japanese platform bed making it easy to access. Shreve looked fucking edible, skin flushed, belly ripped, cock at full attention.

I never denied it, did I? You've known that all along. Holding out his free hand, Ryan curled his fingers, beckoning. Come on.

Shreve came to him, fingers curling around his, holding on tight. Ryan pulled, letting that long body settle over top of his, their legs tangling together as their cocks touched. Damn, that was sweet. No one had ever felt that good.

Yeah, well, you don't have to try so hard to prove it. Smiling down at him, Shreve bent to take a kiss, loving on him slow and easy, lips moving on his.

Ryan was the one who took it deeper, letting his tongue push into Shreve's mouth, tasting the slightest hint of beer under the toothpaste. That always loosened Shreve up, a little beer, made it easier for Ryan to say the outrageous shit he liked to say, do the crazy things he liked to do.

I bet she likes your ass. That whole stair-climbing thing makes it tight and hard and muscled.

Stop it. Shreve pushed into his touch, though, when he stroked that fine ass, moaning a little when Ryan pushed at his hole.

Can't. Not now. Gonna ride me, baby? Let me fuck you?

Hell, yes. Scrambling up, Shreve reached for the lube, slicking his cock right up, then squirting some on Ryan's fingers. Get me ready.

Uhn. Like he was gonna say no to that. Ryan reached around and pushed two fingers into Shreve's ass, letting his lover feel it, shoving a little too hard, maybe. He couldn't help it; Shreve brought out the animal in him. So tight, baby.

Empty. Need you. Shreve's back arched hard, the tattoos on that chest and belly rippling with each move. God love him, Ryan loved big, buff men.

Shreve was a fireman, so he qualified.

Need you, too. They got moving, got his fingers pushing in and out, but it wasn't long before Ryan was pulling free and hauling Shreve up to line up and rock right up into that fine ass.

Big hands clutched at him, Shreve's eyes rolling back, that body dancing on top of him. Fucking A, Ry. Good. More.

Greedy. Not that he was complaining. He could do more. Much more. He slammed his hips up, letting Shreve have all of him in a single thrust, listening to the harsh cry that tore from Shreve's throat.

Uh-huh. Uh. Oh, fuck.

That's what we're doing, baby. Ryan knew it was getting down and dirty when the sarcasm hardly wanted to come, and he could barely get the words out anyway. Goddamn.

They rocked, moaned and pushed, both of them starting to sweat hard, the smell of them intense and male. Ryan stroked Shreve's shoulders, traced lines of ink down his chest, stopping to pinch the tiny nipples. All of it just made Shreve move faster, riding Ryan's cock like a champion jockey.

When he reached down and grabbed Shreve's cock, it all started to unravel in the best way. Shreve lost the rhythm, just bouncing on him, cock so hard it wouldn't give an inch in Ryan's hand. The pressure had Ryan grunting, crying out, hips starting to slap on every push up.

Come on, baby. Come for me. Right here on my cock, huh? Want to feel it all around me. Ryan babbled, begging, his breath starting to catch in his chest as his orgasm crawled up his spine.

Oh, Christ! Shreve lost it, sitting down hard on Ryan's cock, his hot, wet come filling Ryan's hand. Oh, Jesus, honey.

That... Oh. Thrashing, Ryan came just as hard, his whole motor skill set disappearing, his body just jerking gracelessly. Good. Good, baby.

Uh-huh. Collapsing on him, Shreve gave him a sloppy kiss, laughing against his throat. You really think she was watching us?

Yep. I think I saw a flash going off, even.

Shreve raised his head to peer out the window, which acted as their headboard. You don't have to sound so cheerful about it.

Why not? She's kind of hot.

You'll have to point her out to me, huh?

Ryan leaned up and pulled Shreve down, taking another kiss. I will, I promise. Right now is about me, though. The man who gave you an orgasm?

Shreve laughed. Greedy. Love you, Ry.

Love you, too. Ryan ran his hands up and down Shreve's back. He meant that, for sure. Whether anyone was watching or not.

Leann set the camera aside, the damned thing feeling like lead in her hands. Heavy and cumbersome, just like the hair that hung heavy on the back of her neck. The neck of her men's tank top was damp with sweat.

Goddamn, her neighbors were hot.

As in really, really smokin' hot. So hot that she couldn't not take pictures and watch through her telephoto lens. She'd had maybe five neighbors in the apartment across the alley, all of them taking advantage of that big bedroom window to put their bed there. None of them had ever inspired her to pick up her camera.

Hell, some of them had made her get new curtains for her window.

There was something about the big guy with the tattoos and the slender man with the pretty hair, though. Something that made her a little crazy.

The first time she'd seen them, she just stood there at the window, eyes wide, heart pounding. They'd been fucking beautiful, already naked and on the bed together. They'd been kissing, touching, sexual tension in every line of their bodies, and Leann couldn't have looked away if her life depended on it.

By the time they came she'd been overheated, wet, ready to call her ex, Hal, for a booty call.

Jesus.

The second time she saw them, Leann grabbed her camera. She hadn't picked it up in nearly two years, ever since that horrible show at the Gallery Ard. The critics had ripped her apart, and she'd sold one piece. To Hal. Who had given it back to her when they broke up.

She had hundreds of pictures now. Those two were some serious inspiration. Black and white and color, long lens and close-up, she had all sorts of shots. Leann had caught her neighbors standing up and lying down, on their knees and on their backs. She had pictures of them riding, humping, and just kissing lazily. She had sharp focus shots of the one guy's tattoos, angled shots of the smaller one's hipbones. She'd taken pictures of nipples and butts, of ridged bellies and straining thighs.

And of cocks.

Lord help her, she'd taken lots and lots of pictures of their cocks. Especially when they lay side to side and rubbed them together.

She hoped they were more art than porn, but Leann had to admit that watching, taking those pictures, turned her on.

A lot.

Turned her on enough that right now she had to leave the camera on the table and head for her bed. Or something. A chair. Somewhere her shaking knees wouldn't have to hold her up.

As soon as she got horizontal, Leann shimmied out of her jeans and panties, pushing her fingers between her legs. She couldn't help but think the big guy had been putting on a show for her, the way he'd been standing there with his hands on his hips, all his muscles flexed. The other one, well, he'd been writhing on the bed, cock slapping his belly, and that had made her mouth water.

She'd taken close ups.

Oh, God, it felt good when she touched herself, her fingers sliding through the curls covering her mound. She pushed one finger between her folds, spreading wide, circling her clit and letting the feeling shoot up through her belly. She wanted to be in the room with them, wanted to take pictures from inches away instead of yards. She wanted to be able to hear them. To smell them.

Moaning, Leann reached up to twist her nipples with her free hand, needing that little sting. Her fingers slipped and slid, her pussy so wet she could hardly stand it. Her thighs fell open even more, giving her more room to move, more freedom to touch.

She pushed her finger lower, sliding it inside her body, riding it. Fuck, she needed to buy a dildo if she was going to keep this up and she couldn't find anyone to date. The whole stretching to reach thing just wasn't working for her.

It still felt good enough, as long as she looked at the slideshow in her head, seeing two men licking and sucking and biting, skin sheened with sweat, muscles flexing.

Moving faster, Leann pushed two fingers inside, riding them, her head falling back on her pillow. Oh, yeah. She could see it, the two guys kissing, licking each other. They would spend a good bit of time sucking each other before the big guy put the little one on his knees and started fucking him from behind.

A cry escaped her, her hips rising