Chapter 6

“Take them off,” Geoffrey said onscreen, his lens panning up to Ryan’s face, eyes closed, his expression so peaceful and perfect, a bit of a smirk parting his lips at Geoffrey’s words. “Show off that sexy cock.” Geoffrey blanched in the present, at the tone of his words coming through the PC speakers, that annoying answering machine voice no one ever thinks sounds like them. He also shuddered at his attempt at dirty talk, and at the memory—a good one, an erotic kind of shiver—knowing what was about to happen next.

“You first,” Ryan answered.

The video got all jittery and soon Geoffrey saw himself from the neck down, standing there in red briefs from Ryan’s POV. He sucked in his gut both onscreen and off, the smallest ponch, a middle aged spread that hung over the waistband but disappeared if he stood up real straight.

“You’re perfect,” Ryan said.