Page 100 of Playing By Ear

Perry rolled onto his back and planted his bare feet against the headboard. The button and zip of his jeans were perfectly centered on screen.

He caressed himself with his left hand, fingers splayed over the ridges of worn blue cotton, while his right hand traced lazy circles over his bare abdomen.

“You’re doing great,” Jamie told him. “You look amazing.”

Perry made a questioning noise Jamie couldn’t interpret. He took a closer look at the screen, with dismaying results: That bulge in Perry’s trousers, the one that always made Jamie’s mouth water, had yet to make an appearance.

“Everything okay?” he asked Perry, who responded with a slow, subtle head shake. “Nervous?”

“Yeah…” Perry said, breathing out the word in feigned pleasure.

“It’s okay. Slow down. You got this.” Was Perry’s unease a result of showing his face, sharing his disability, or taking requests? All of tonight’s changes had been Jamie’s suggestions, so if the session flopped, Perry would be right to blame him.

He lowered his voice to a rough whisper. “Pretend it’s my hand touching you.”

Perry’s shoulders eased. “Mmmm.”

“You’re on the couch,” Jamie said, “and I’m kneeling on the floor between your legs. That’s where you like me best, aye?”

Perry’s upper lip curled into an amused smirk. “I love that.”

“You’ve got on the thinnest, softest pair of trackie bottoms, with nothing on beneath. I’m running my palm along the length of your cock through them.” Jamie was getting hard just thinking about it, but he kept his real-life hands on the desk. “My hand is warm and firm against you. I want more, but I’m taking my time, teasing us both.” He fell silent for a moment, watching Perry’s lips part, his tongue slipping out to wet them. “Until I cannae wait anymore,” Jamie said. “Then I use both hands.”

Perry did the same, cupping his now-visible semi-erection between his palms through the denim. The touch made him sigh, his toes curling against the headboard’s rails. His flexing abs made wee hillocks beneath his smooth skin as they caught the light.

Jamie echoed his sigh. “Then I put my mouth on you, carefully, over your balls. You feel my hot breath through your trousers.”

“Och, aye.” Perry’s smile was radiant. He ran one finger up the zip of his jeans, then circled the button above it. “Show me you want these off.”

The tip indicator lit up like Guy Fawkes fireworks. Jamie fought to keep his eyes on the number instead of the wonder awakening in Perry’s jeans. “Aaaaand we’re at our target. Take them off. Please.”

Perry did as Jamie bid, unbuttoning his trousers with a deft flick of his thumb, then slowly lowering the zip. At last he pulled his cock free and gave it a few long, languid strokes, making it stiffen and swell. His followers cheered.

Jamie exhaled slowly. “Well done, Handsome.”

The session was far from over, but together, they had overcome the first major hurdle.

Perry lowered his feet from the headboard to the mattress. Then, in a thoroughly practiced move, he arched his back to slip the jeans down over his hips and thighs, then pulled his knees in to strip them off completely. Only his fab abs let him do this awkward task with total grace.

Naked now, Perry tossed the jeans aside. “Next?”

Perry hoped his tokens were at an all-time high, because this was a lot of work. His breath came hard, and the sweat from his brow threatened to make his sunglasses slip down his nose. He had to keep shoving them back up to spare his retinas and maintain his anonymity. Glamorous work, this.

Predictably, his viewers’ near-unanimous directive was for him to use his extra-large purple dildo. He’d surprised them with a new attachment that fixed their favorite toy to his headboard railing at the ideal height.

As enjoyable as it was on many levels, moving his hips at this inclination required seldom-used abdominal muscles, not to mention diligent focus to keep the dildo from slipping out.

Only Jamie’s voice in his ear kept him going.

“That’s right, Perry,” Jamie purred from his earpiece. “Show me how you like it.”

“Yessssss.” Perry pushed back to take more of the dildo. “Give it to me.” His followers could imagine they were fucking Falcon, making him moan and claw the sheet beneath him. That fantasy was what they paid for.

But in Perry’s own fantasy, he and Jamie were the only people in the world. Every thrust and undulation was between the two of them and no one else.

“Can I do this to you?” Jamie rasped. “Can I make you come with my cock?”

“Yeah.” Perry’s voice rose in pitch to a near whimper. “Please.” He imagined grinding his arse against Jamie’s warm body, taking every inch of him. “Fuck me. Fuck me so good. I know you can.”