Pictures of You

"She'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 don¹t 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.

Subscribe