Caught on Camera: Part Three (3 page)

Cade laughed. “And you were the one who needed persuading to skinny dip that first day.”

“Didn’t take much persuading.”

“True.” Cade pushed Reece’s hair back from his face. “No, I want to take you out. Let’s wander along the Strip, see the sights. I’ll buy you dinner.”

Reece raised his eyebrows. “That sounds suspiciously like a date.”

“Well I’ve fucked you, you’ve fucked me—I guess it’s time we went a-courtin’.” He put on a silly accent for the last few words.

Reece grinned. “Okay, wine me, dine me, sixty-nine me.”

“That’s usually how my dates go.” He slapped Reece’s arse and the
thwack
snapped around the shower cubicle.

“Ow, watch it, you. I might get used to that.” The sting spread over Reece’s buttocks.

“You should. Now get your sexy arse dressed. We’re going out in ten.”

Reece did as he’d been told. He dried and pulled on jeans and a fresh T-shirt. He couldn’t stop smiling. He just loved being with Cade. Not only that, but the hotel room was so sumptuous he felt like he’d landed in an alternative universe where he was a rich guy—happy and in love and with everything he could ever need.

“Come on,” Cade said, shoving his wallet into the pocket of his denims. “Let’s go.”

Reece grinned. Cade was clearly looking forward to a walk along the Strip. He was too. Vegas was a place he’d seen a hundred pictures of but never thought he’d actually visit. He’d never have been able to afford it.

The lobby of The Luxor was enormous and crowded. Visitors were coming and going, hauling bags around and pushing luggage. Reece and Cade wandered through, happy to people-watch then ambled out of the front doors, pausing to admire the Egyptian figures that were set in fountains.

“I think we should head that way,” Cade said. “See if we can find The Bellagio.”

“Why? What’s there?” Reece followed him into the sultry desert heat.

“They have a big fountain display, every hour or something—all set to music. There was an article about it in the magazine on the plane.”

“Oh yeah, I read that as well.” Reece reached out, took Cade’s hand and held it in front of them a little. “Is that okay?”

Cade looked at their joined fingers. “Works for me.”

Reece smiled and stepped forward, holding his lover’s hand with his chin held high.

They stopped to admire a New York themed hotel with a rollercoaster hugging the outer edges then spotted a replica of the Eiffel Tower at The Paris Hotel on the opposite side of the enormous road.

Eventually they came to The Bellagio. It was set a little back from the other hotels and before it was an enormous man-made lake. They’d arrived at just the right time because an array of bright lights came on and a blast of music burst from speakers all around them.

“Wow,” Reece said, as water shot hundreds of feet into the air.

“Something else, eh?” Cade said, squeezing his hand.

“It all is,” Reece said, looking upwards. “It’s all bloody fantastic.”

Chapter Fourteen

Reece woke with a warm body snuggled in behind him. It took a moment to remember where he was, but not who he was with.

Cade.

He opened his eyes and saw the curtains drawn against the sloping windows—handily anchored at the base of the frame to stop them hanging into the room. He glanced around, spotted the plush chair, the huge blackjack picture and the bowl of fruit.

Stretching out his legs, he became aware of a stiff cock sitting in his crack. He wriggled a little and sighed. It had been the first time he’d lain down, slept and woken with someone in a long while. It felt good, right. Cade’s quiet, slow breaths on his neck made him hope that there would be many more nights and mornings together.

For several minutes he lay still, enjoying the dull ache of his morning erection and wondering if perhaps he should flip Cade over and give him a wake-up call. They’d gone for beer at the Excalibur Hotel after the fountain show and had ended up enjoying steak and fries before heading back. Having not slept on the long flight, Reece had shut his eyes and drifted off as soon as he’d climbed into bed. He hoped Cade wouldn’t take it as a slight considering how fucking horny he thought Cade was—Reece just wasn’t used to coping with jet lag. He’d never had to before.

“Hey, you awake?” Cade asked, sliding his hand over Reece’s waist and settling his palm over his navel.

“Yeah, just. Sorry about last night. I was knackered.”

“Me too. Don’t worry about it. It was nice to be close.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Cade pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. “What time is it?”

Reece craned his neck to see the bedside clock. “Just gone eleven.”

“Eleven in the morning?” There was panic in Cade’s tone.

“Yeah, judging by the sunlight trying to break through the curtains, I’d say it was morning.”

“Fuck.” Cade leaped from the bed. “The crew will be here in a few minutes to set up, and Bret won’t be far behind.”

Reece turned over and eyed Cade’s cock, which was stiff and bobbing from his dark mass of pubic hair.

“Oh, no,” Cade said waggling his finger at Reece. “We have to save ourselves, like seriously… You do not want to peak too early. Not today.”

“I’m all for peaking,” Reece said, sitting and licking his lips as he leaned closer.

Cade laughed. “Stop looking at my cock like you want it for breakfast and get yourself up, showered and dressed.” He paused and put his hands on his hips. “’Cause we got ourselves a porn movie to make, cowboy,” he drawled like a drunk ranch hand.

Reece laughed and watched as Cade strutted naked to the bathroom and shut the door.
Damn, what a cute arse.
It really was a sin to have it clothed. It was just as well he was into showing it off to the world.

And he was right, of course. It wouldn’t do to use up all their sexual energy now. They had work to give their attention to, a movie to make and soon Bret—hung like a donkey—would be here ready for action.

Reece sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his toes sinking into the deep pile carpet. He recalled the script—the cowboy ménage a trois fantasy being realized for his character Timothy. He’d never even thought about a cowboy fantasy—it certainly wasn’t one of his—but the ménage a trois was. Hell, yeah, he’d have some of that threesome action.

A shiver of anticipation ran up his spine. All those months with just his own hand and now he’d have two lovers to play with. It was all pre-planned and with a third party, he couldn’t imagine they’d change things around like they’d done last time. It was going to get hot and sweaty and he was going to be wham bam in the middle of it all.

He’d have cocks in his mouth and mouths on his cock. There’d be fucking and being fucked, his hole taking it all and his dick spurting.

His shaft surged some more. He was horny just thinking about it—he hoped to hell he wouldn’t show himself up and come too early. Perhaps he should jack a quick one out before the show? Just so he wasn’t as on the edge as he was now.

He stood, reached for the glass of water by the bed and took a gulp. He could hear the shower running. Cade was getting ready to go. He’d give the guy his privacy—everyone needed privacy to get ready for a good hard arse pounding.

Walking to the window, he reached for one of the soft hotel robes. He tugged it on and covered his hard-on. The air conditioning was cool but he reckoned he’d be glad of that when things heated up.

He pulled back a curtain and stared out at the Vegas skyline, which shimmered in the heat. But he didn’t really see it. He was too caught up in the story, the script and the way the movie they were making would be going today. This hotel room, this room he’d slept in with Cade, was going to be his canvas for creating a seriously hot sex scene. It was a far cry from decorating with paint and paper. Now he would fill it with naked skin, spunk and cries of delight.

He smiled to himself then turned when there was a knock at the door.

He walked over to open it. “Donna,” he said as he pulled it wide. “Good morning to you.”

“Well I hope you had a decent amount of sleep,” she said, frowning at him. “Because it’s going to be a long day for you and if you’ve been at it all night with lover boy then you’re going to peak too early.”

He sighed. “I promise I will not peak too early and besides, we just slept last night.”

She huffed. “Yeah, I believe you, though millions wouldn’t. Where’s Cade?”

It was clear to Reece that she didn’t believe him at all but he couldn’t be bothered to argue. “He’s in the shower. Getting ready.”

“Good, I need you showered too—and shaved. You need to look like you’ve preened for this big occasion with the cowboy. This is one of Timothy’s lifelong fantasies and he’d be excited and smart.” She held up a checked red shirt and dark denims. “This is what you’re wearing. A bit yank to emphasis the cowboy theme.”

Reece fingered the shirt. It was soft flannel. “I like it.”

“Good.” She pressed it to him. “The jeans should fit just fine. Make sure you go commando.”

“Of course.”

There was another bang on the door.

Donna reached behind herself and opened it.

“Morning,” Jack murmured, strolling in. He didn’t make eye contact with either Donna or Reece, just headed for the curtains. He pulled them all wide, letting light flood the room.

“Right, you get to it,” Donna said, wafting her arm in Jack’s direction. “And I’ll hurry these boys along.”

“Yep, best do that. Bret won’t want to be kept waiting. You know what he’s like,” Jack said, putting his camera on the plush chair.

“What’s he like?” Reece asked as a nervous flip toppled in his stomach.

Donna shrugged. “Ah, he’s fine…a gentle giant, most of the time.”

Jack made a huffing sound and flipped the lens cap off his camera.

“Most of the time?” Reece asked. “What about when he’s not?”

Donna shrugged. “He can just be a little impatient. You know what these stars are like…” She paused and touched his arm. “Not you of course, but this
is
your first movie.”

“Stars can be like what…?”

“They just like to do it how they like to do it.”

“And he has a habit of getting it right first time,” Jack said. “You could learn a lot from him.”

Reece was about to point out that he and Cade had gotten their first scene wrapped up on one take but he decided against it. He didn’t want to tempt fate, not when his cock was so eager for action this morning.

Cade walked out of the bathroom, still naked, but a little damp and smelling of cologne. “Hey, Donna.”

“Great, you’re done.” She looked at Reece. “Now you get yourself in there and ship shape.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, giving a mock salute.

She rolled her eyes, grinned then turned her attention to Cade. “I have your clothes.”

Reece went into the bathroom and flicked on the shower. He set about getting ready for a day of sex—douching, shaving and scrubbing his body from top to toe. A myriad of images were still playing on his mind. His nerves were jangling at the thought of Bret getting carried away with his donkey cock, but at the same time, he hadn’t looked forward to a day at work this much ever, in all of his life.

A short while later, he emerged in his costume of jeans and shirt. Jack had turned on all of the lights in the room and had added an extra spot over the bed. It really was dazzlingly bright and he was glad they were so high up and no one would be able to see in. If they did, they’d likely get one heck of a shock.

Cade wolf-whistled. “Well don’t you scrub up nice, cowboy,” he said.

Reece smiled and reached for a tray filled with pastries and croissants. “Ta, but I’m starved. Need to get some energy in me.”

“There’s coffee,” Donna said.

“Nah, I need tea.”

“That’s on the tray, too,” she said, walking over and straightening his collar. “Listen, I’m going to shoot off now and make sure Bret is all set.”

“Is he here?” Cade asked.

“Yep, just arrived. I sent him to my room. That’s where his outfit is.”

“Okay, see you later,” Reece said with a slight frown.

“You know your script?” She tapped his chest.

“Yep.”

“Good, stick to it as much as you can.”

“I will.”

“And when Bret steps into the room, the filming starts. Okay? It’ll keep it all real, just the way Tom likes it.”

“So we don’t get to chat or anything beforehand?”

“Nope, this is how Tom wants this movie made. The fantasies are all supposed to be new experiences with new people, so let’s keep it authentic.” She turned to Cade and blew him a kiss then strutted from the room.

Cade slurped on his coffee. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Okay…bit nervous.”

“You had a threesome before?”

“No.” Reece shrugged as though it was no big deal, though it somehow felt like it was.

“That’s good. That’s the same as your character, so it should be easy to act those emotions of being desperate to realize a fantasy but also nervous of being with two guys at once.”

“I’m not nervous,” Reece said, pouring tea. “A bit apprehensive, maybe.”

“Yeah, me too, but that’s because I know what Bret is capable of doing with that big dick of his.”

“Would you stop going on about his big dick. It’s really not helping.”

“Oh, it will. It really fucking will help…a lot.” Cade laughed.

Reece drank his tea and watched as Jack settled himself into the chair in the corner of the room. He was a small bloke with short hair thinning a bit on the top. Reece wondered if he was gay or if this was just a job and he had a wife and three kids at home waiting for him. He doubted he’d ever find out—Jack took aloofness and professional barrier to whole new levels.

But that kind of suited Reece, and maybe it suited the other actors and models he worked with. He was inconspicuous, almost invisible, when the camera was in front of him.

Reece poured more tea. He’d taken one sip when the door rattled as someone rapped their knuckles against it.

“Okay,” Jack said, aiming the camera toward Reece and Cade. “Let’s rock and roll.” He paused and looked through the eyepiece. “Action.”