Aaron grunted in frustration, running his hands through the older man’s hair at his hip. He hated keeping secrets, especially from one of his best friends, but damn did this secret make him feel good. Zak’s head bobbed as he groaned around the swollen cock in his mouth. Aaron felt his body tense as he bit back a moan, feeling Zak’s tongue do a wicked dance along the vein. He had been instructed to be quiet before he had been attacked. Nick’s room was right next door and any noise could make him suspicious.
Zak moaned deep as he felt the hot seed spill down his throat, gagging slightly. Aaron’s body melded into the chair as he came down from his high. Hands fumbled at his waist, his cock and clothing being rearranged so he looked presentable enough to go to dinner. Standing up, Zak straddled Aaron’s body, kissing him softly. Continue reading
Aaron looked out the window at the clouds. Ten thousand feet in the air, fifteen minutes into the four hours of flight time and he was already bored. The half empty plane was eerily quiet. The hum of the engines in his ears was deafening. He could kill two birds with one stone and get half of one camera’s video done. Sighing, Aaron looked over at Zak and Nick. Zak was looking out his own window, bobbing his head to the music blasting into his ears from his Ipod. Nick was passed out next to him, seat back, and snoring softly.
Digging through his equipment bag, he pulled out Nick’s camera and his earbuds. He always volunteered to review Nick’s footage. No one had ever asked him why and he was thankful for that. Zak always talks to Nick’s camera, always gives Nick those little looks, always pays attention to Nick… That was why he always liked to review Nick’s camera. So just for that short time frame, he could pretend Zak was looking at him like that. For that moment in time, Aaron wouldn’t feel like the pesky little brother tagging along. Continue reading