“Okay, it’s set,” Kevin said, hurrying away from the hum of the camera.

“I still don’t know about this. If somebody got their hands on it...” Nick anxiously replied. With legs spread and a lick at the corner of his mouth from that cunningly pink tongue, his arms automatically opened for Kevin crawling onto the bed to join him.

“I promise nobody will ever get a hold of this tape. It’ll just be ours,” Kevin slickly replied, taking the invitation of Nick’s arms. His body met Nick’s, soon enfolded in those amorous arms. Just as soon, the rest of him seemed to meet. A brush of their noses, touch of their lips. Deepening. The contact of their tongues. Nick wrapped his legs around Kevin, not completely, just so his feet met Kevin’s taut butt, with hands holding the smoothness of Kevin’s ideally tan lower back. A comfortable position for Nick. A familiar position for Nick. A close position that, regardless of preparation, allowed instant access.

“Mmm, I missed you,” Kevin muttered, his lips well occupied with Nick’s.

“Mmm, I know,” Nick moaned, not able to help mimicking Kevin’s. Kevin’s hips started to stir, and Nick felt the intimate grazing of Kevin’s erection against his ass. He whimpered. “Get the lube.”

“You want do it in front of the camera?” Kevin asked, pretending to be appalled.

Nick looked over at it, then back, his eyelids lowering and pretty eyelashes splaying out with his bashful blush. “Maybe not.”

Ear to ear, Kevin grinned. “Oh but you love the camera, baby,” Kevin replied, pushing himself down Nick’s body, forcing Nick’s feet to plant themselves on the bed instead of Kevin.

“So only you’ll see it?” Nick quietly asked, anxious, but not wanting to let on as he watched the ceiling while Kevin kissed his way down Nick’s neck.

“Mmm, probably. And yourself,” Kevin murmured, sucking the hollow of Nick’s neck. Nick’s hand flooded into Kevin’s hair, grasping fondly.

“I don’t wanna watch myself,” Nick replied. “I don’t want you to watch me either. I like that this is private, that the only time we can see something like this is when we’re, ya know, doing it.”

“Stop pouting,” Kevin charmingly replied. “If your lip keeps hanging out like that, I just might have to attack you.”

“Please,” Nick breathed, all his anticipation more than evident.

“Will you forget the camera for it?” Kevin asked, his arms extending to hold his upper body above Nick.

“Yeah yeah,” Nick urgently replied, cupping the backs of his knees and pulling up.

“You should play with it,” Kevin kindly suggested, backing off.

“Huh?”

“The camera. Seduce it. Play.”

“What?” Nick asked, hurt. “No, come on, please,” Nick said, grabbing at Kevin.

“Don’t be shy, baby,” Kevin purred, tickling all things deep inside Nick. “Go fuck it. Pretend I’m watching.”

“But you are watching,” Nick pouted, wondering why Kevin was so insistent. They didn’t need anything video taped. They could just have sex all the time. Nick knew this wasn’t really true, as there were many times being together was not possible, but he liked to believe it was. And he didn’t want a time where it could be acknowledged what they did when not so drunk with pleasure.

“So show the camera what I can’t have.”

Nick’s eyes darkened a little in realization. “Oh...” Kevin wanted to make Nick wait, well then Nick could make in unbearable. “You have to get off me,” Nick simply said, his eyebrows superiorly.

Smirking, Kevin backed off, his hands in the air, a subtle symbol of leaving himself at Nick’s mercy.

His playful eyes fixed on Kevin’s. After running his tongue over his lips, he sucked them in slightly, only to let them drop back out, gleaming while he pulled himself from the bed. Carelessly, his hand dropped to his crotch. He started to fondle his cock, tracing lazy circles around the head and just running it through his delicate fingers at the odd moment or two as he stood up.

Suddenly hesitant, Nick turned to Kevin. He bit his lip. “Close your eyes,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to watch.” Again, he paused to think. “I have an idea,” he impishly said, eyes flickering in pleased delight. “Lie down.”

“What’s that?” asked Kevin, clearly amused, but doing as Nick requested.

“So you’re gonna watch this later?” Nick asked, crawling back onto the bed. “Well...why don’t we make it a surprise?” Nick asked, his feistiness seeming more childishly playful than seductive and dominant.

“Mmm?” Kevin moaned, sliding his hands up the thick thighs and hips that straddled his own.

“I’ll do a little somethin’ and...you’ll get to see what it is when you watch it,” Nick proposed, scooting closer so the back of his fingers raked Kevin’s erection with the stroking of his own.

“Okay,” Kevin whispered, his fingers grasping Nick’s plush butt.

“But you can’t touch me.”

“No deal,” Kevin mischievously refused, abruptly rolling them over.

“And you say I have no control,” Nick giggled.

“I don’t care. I just wanna be able to watch us fuck,” Kevin roughly replied, “but it has to be done first.” Hasty fingers groped the nightstand, finding what he needed and popped the top. Within moments his cock had all it needed. “You want me to work it open a little?” Kevin asked, his knees to the sides of Nick’s hips and Nick’s legs in the air, the heels of Nick’s socked feet grazing the back of Kevin’s thighs.

“Nah-no,” Nick faintly mumbled, lifting his hips even more.

Within another moment Kevin’s cock stroked his opening, encouraging it to relax for him, then started to stretch the tightness.

Nick groaned, his back arching and hips pushing forward, desperate for more, but dieing ecstatically at the pace. Desperately, he clutched Kevin’s back, his fingers pressing into the skin without any regard. Besides, Kevin enjoyed Nick’s fumbling confusion. The way the pleasure, the intoxication, affected him. Much like his singing. Pure emotion. Straining and intensely focused.

“Oh Kevin, please more,” Nick moaned, Kevin’s cock still forcing its way in.

“Sh, sh,” Kevin replied, touching his lips to Nick’s. “You know you like it slow.”

Nick whimpered, responding to Kevin’s kiss and starting to attack him back.

Unexpectedly, Kevin’s hips jerked forward, thrusting himself to the hilt, rocking Nick farther into the bed and making Nick cry out his pleasure, while Kevin’s cock throbbed even more.

“Did you like that, baby?” Kevin asked, slowly pulling his hips back.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” Nick moaned, especially elated as Kevin thrust back in, starting a solid rhythm.

“How do you want it tonight?”

“Hard and fast. Please,” Nick begged.

“Mmm, all right,” Kevin rumbled, planting his hands to Nick’s sides on the mattress. He grasped it, curling his first to end up holding the sheets in his hands. Extending his knees with every thrust, Kevin fucked him for all it was worth. The tight skin snug to his lean muscular back, pleasingly displaying his shoulder blades, the ripples of his spine, and the tensing and relaxing of the cheeks of his ass as he slammed into Nick’s.

As it built up, Nick’s cries got louder. His face twisted into that look of pained bliss, and his mouth hung open, each cry like an echo of Kevin’s thrust.

Kevin neglected to speak now, choosing to focus more on getting the most out of it for both of them. He changed the motion of his hips and his pace, mixing it up and making Nick shriek in surprise, whimper in desperation, and gurgle a low moan in pure ecstasy. All while building up the pressure, fuller and fuller, the sensitivity, the awareness of everything else, of the touch, the gentle massage of Nick’s hand in his hair, the feel of Nick’s warmth entwined around him, fading away as the high in his genitals came increasingly into focus.

“Come on, touch yourself, Nicky,” Kevin huffed, straining his words, but not slowing his pace.

Without thinking, Nick whimpered and reached between the movement of their abdomens. His eyes rolled back and a bubbling moan shuddered from his lips at the wonderful contact. His fingers wrapped around it, working with Kevin’s thrusts, tugging along with the tug of Kevin’s withdrawal.

Soon enough, by Kevin’s frantic thrusts, the furrowing of his eyebrows along with the closure of his eyes, it was more than apparent Kevin was close. Kevin had control through most of it, but once he got close, he didn’t stop for anyone. But neither of them really found that a problem.

Kevin’s face turned towards the ceiling, his back arching, skin stretching over the ripples of his abdomen and bold perfection of his pecks. His dick pounded wildly in small quick thrusts, wanting to go deeper and deeper, until finally he whimpered, locking everything and biting his lip. It looked as if he would cry. And that always made Nick cum.

Moans panted with their jerky spurts, everything frozen but the action in their pelvises. Nick’s cum spilled between them, the thick warmth thrilling Kevin even more as his own shooting inside delighted Nick just as much.

The breath in their moans seemed to fade as each of their orgasms killed itself, steadily softening as it rushed through their lips until the simple wave of relaxation engulfed them, forcing all that tenseness to go slack. Kevin’s head fell forward and Nick dropped his legs to the side, sinking his head into the pillow.

“Oh god,” Nick whispered, still so out of it.

Kevin pulled himself to the side, crawling to his stomach then pulling himself to Nick’s chest. He draped an arm over Nick’s belly, a bit of cum smearing on it, but he didn’t really care. Nick’s hand came into his hair again and, silently, they held each other, not needing to talk, not needing to think.

Eventually, as always happens, their silence came to an end, but all in due time. Only if they needed to.

“Should we turn it off, Kev? Or you want video of us sleepin’?”

“Video of us sleepin’,” Kevin listlessly replied. “You get your copy, I get mine, so...even when we’re not near each other, then...it's like we're still sleepin' together.”