Page 33 of Gay for Pay
“Good. Now everyone get out, so I can talk to Chris and Linc.” Jordan quickly left the room, but Victor and Andrew stood rooted in place, still hovering. “Alone.” Mattie pointed toward the stairs. It was actually quite comical, watching the two men stomp away like petulant teenagers.
As soon as they were alone, Mattie sat up, pointing his finger at Linc. “I’m only going to say this once, Lincoln, and then we aren’t going to discuss it further, understand?” Mattie eyed Linc, waiting for him to agree.
“I understand.”
“Good. This is not your fault. You didn’t put the shit in the glass, Lance did. You didn’t bring him to the club that night, he came on his own. And God only knows what he would have done to you if you drank the shot as he intended.” Mattie’s body visibly shuddered. “Jon seems to think that Lance will take a plea if it’s offered, so that is something, at least. Hopefully he will plead it out, and none of us will have to testify or ever see his sorry ass again as long as we live.”
Mattie opened his arms, motioning for Linc to come closer. Chris felt so useless watching the man he loved struggle with everything Mattie had said to him. Finally relenting, Linc kneeled in front of Mattie, laying his head on Mattie’s chest, shoulders shaking. “That’s all there is, and there is no more, okay?” Mattie whispered into his hair, and Linc nodded. “I don’t want what happened to cause you two to put your plans on hold either. Trust me, Victor and Andrew are more than capable of taking care of me. Keep looking for your apartment; you two need your own space, away from prying eyes, to start your life together.” Linc snorted, leaning back and shoving Mattie playfully.
“Now, you.” Mattie pointed at Chris, patting the chair next to him. Linc took a seat on the arm of the couch so that Chris and Mattie could talk. “You wanted to know why Andrew flipped out at the hospital when they told him I’d been drugged. It wasn’t that I’d been drugged, per se—well, it was—but it was what I was drugged with that sent Andy over the edge.” Mattie wiggled around on the couch, squirming, and Chris could sense that whatever Mattie was about to tell them was an uncomfortable subject.
“I came out when I was sixteen—as if anyone needed me to say the words out loud; I’ve never tried to hide it. My parents were in denial, but I was amazed at how accepting most of the other kids at school were about it. Or so I thought. One Friday after school, Josh, one of the football players, came up and asked me if I’d like to go to a movie with him. I’d always had a crush on him, and he was always nice to me, so I didn’t think twice about it—I said yes. The truth was, he was playing me for a fool. He slipped Rohypnol into a bottle of water, gave it to me, and then drove me out to the lake where six other football players were waiting. They all took…took turns.” Mattie choked out the words.
“That’s enough. I don’t need to hear any more right now, Mattie. Jesus Christ, you were so young.” Chris jumped to his feet, pacing, fucking pissed, and he hadn’t even heard the entire story. Fuck that, he didn’t need descriptives of how Mattie was betrayed by people he thought were his friends. It hit way too close to home for Chris.
“Those fucking bastards…and you were powerless to stop them. That’s why all this, everything that happened scared you so badly; it took you back to that night at the lake?” Mattie wiped his eyes and nodded. “Goddammit!” Chris cursed. Staring at the charismatic, intelligent young man who suddenly looked so fucking frightened and uncertain, he was infuriated. “Now I want to go break Lance’s fucking neck!”
“Everything okay in here?” Andrew asked. He walked straight over to the couch and sat beside Mattie, pulling his younger partner into his lap and wrapping both arms around him, nuzzling his blond hair with his chin. Mattie assured Andrew that everything was fine, and Chris took the opportunity for him and Linc to go find something for dinner.
When Victor came downstairs a little while later and found them making out in the kitchen, he ordered them to sleep in their own separate rooms that night. Since they were adamant that the shoot go on the next day, he was demanding they not do anything to jeopardize the results. They begrudgingly agreed but managed to get in a little heavy petting when Victor wasn’t looking.
Still, Chris couldn’t bring himself to sleep alone, following Linc to his room when they were ready to go to bed. They were both adults and could keep their hands off each other’s dicks for one night. It had taken him way too long to find someone to love, fearing he’d lost the ability when Amanda died. As far as Chris was concerned, he’d never sleep alone again.
Chapter Thirty Three
If the Boat Is A-rockin’
Even though he’d only had a couple of hours of sleep, Chris was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when he woke up the next morning. He stood in the shower, the stream of hot water loosening the tight muscles in his neck, thinking about how much his life had changed in the past year. Labor Day was right around the corner. In just nine months, Chris had gone from an unemployed loner to a leading model at All Cocks. He had friends other than Michael, Max, and Colton; he had a family, and most importantly, he had Linc by his side.
Looking into the mirror he kept in the shower for shaving, he saw a stupid, cocky grin staring back at him. He was finally in a place in his life where the past no longer had a hold over him. It had taken close to six years, but Chris finally realized that he was in control of his destiny. Only he could make the conscious decisions he’d made these past few months to turn his life around, to trust Linc and open his heart to the possibility of love. It was the happiest he could ever remember being.
After he finished showering and getting dressed, he bounded down the stairs in search of coffee. Linc was already waiting for him at the table with two cups and a carafe full of dark, steaming greatness. They ate breakfast and searched the newspaper for apartments they could go and look at during the next week.
They didn’t even look up, just waved and said hi when Andrew came in with two arms full of groceries. He set the bags on the kitchen island before pulling something out of one of the bags, tossing it toward Chris’s head. He caught it midair, turning the book over to see it was an apartment guide. “Thanks, Andy.”
“Don’t even think about it,” Andrew said sternly. “Only four people are allowed to call me Andy: my grandmother, my mother, Victor, and Mattie.” Chris rolled his eyes, dragging Linc’s chair closer to him so they could look through the guide together. Eventually Victor, Mattie, and Jordan joined them, and they all finished breakfast before packing up everything they needed for the shoot and heading out to the boat.
Apparently Andrew, Victor, and Jordan had already moved all the camera equipment they’d needed for the shoot earlier that morning and stocked the fridge full of beer, sodas, and water. Andrew had run to the store for food for the trip and sunscreen, so all they had to bring down for the actual shoot were a couple of Andrew’s cameras and themselves. Mattie carried a large duffle with towels, extra trunks and shirts, sunscreen, hats, and sunglasses so they’d have options once they got out on the water.
This would be the first time Chris was actually going out in the boat, and he was so excited, he was bouncing. He leaned over the railing, watching the waves rise and crest as they shot across Long Island Sound. Andrew and Jordan would film at different times for the first few hours they were out, footage that would be worked into the final video, while Victor navigated the boat. He knew when Mattie had him and Linc change trunks and handed them each a pair of expensive sunglasses that playtime was over. Well, it was time to work, anyway.
From then on, Kris and Linc stayed close, holding hands, kissing, feeding each other grapes while they sunbathed on the deck. They anchored close to a park before breaking for lunch, and everyone jumped into the water to cool off. Jordan got some great footage of Kris and Linc kissing and groping each other as they frolicked in the sand.
Although Kris thoroughly enjoyed being paid to spend the day making out with his boyfriend, there were a few times when the camera in his face was annoying. They couldn’t go more than fifteen minutes without someone filming them, sometimes more than one person. The hardest part for Kris was shooting the stills for the site. Andrew had Kris and Linc go to the top deck and play with different positions before he decided on a shot where Linc was leaning back over the railing with Kris holding him, staring into each other’s eyes longingly, bodies close, almost kissing but not quite. It was difficult because Kris had to hold the weight of Linc’s body for upward of twenty minutes at a time because of their angle. Then they had to do it all again, naked and preferably hard, which wasn’t as easy as it seemed when you were being posed like a doll and being told to look sexy at the same time.
“Okay, now lean to the left. Good, no wait; arch your back more, Linc. And hold. Now drop your right shoulder just a little, Kris, too much. To the left, up a little, there, stop!”Yeah, you try being sexy and comfortable with Andrew barking a series of orders at you,was all Kris could think as he watched Linc trying hard not to laugh.
“Okay, I think that’s all the still shots we’ll need; ready for the main event?” Andrew asked, winking at them comically. Initially they’d planned on taking two days to do all the videos they would need, but things were moving so naturally that it wasn’t taking as long to get the film they needed for the video.
“Fuck, yes!” Chris lifted Linc up off his feet, kissing him on the cheek before tossing him over the boat and into the water.
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Just like with every video Chris had shot, he and Linc were ushered up into Andrew’s office once he cut it and, hopefully, had the final copy for release ready to go. Chris didn’t know if all porn sites’ owners worked the way their resident throuple did—he doubted it, but he loved that Andrew and Victor always included the models in the final decision on what would post on the site.
The five of them sat in front of the flat-screen TV that Andrew had hooked his laptop up to, eating pizza and drinking beer. Chris and Linc were side-by-side on the small love seat, Andrew and Victor in the large overstuffed chairs, and Mattie was on the floor in front of Victor. Andrew started the video he’d created from the footage they’d shot three days ago, and Chris was instantly transported.
Kris appeared first; he talked about what brought him to All Cocks and how he and Linc had become friends and eventually lovers. “I don’t know how to explain it—I just woke up one day and there he was. And he became my everything.” The video showed Linc leaning against the railing on the side of the boat with Kris standing behind him. Kris had his arms on either side of Linc, hands on Linc’s hips, leaning into his body with his head resting on Linc’s shoulder. It was a scene they’d shot just before they got to the good stuff; the sun was high in the early evening sky, and it cast a gorgeous golden hue over their tanned bodies. Then Linc was on camera, speaking about the same things. They each talked about what they wanted in a partner and what they had found in each other that ultimately brought them together.
