“Wait, what are we supposed to call it?” Nick looks to Kevin, the digital camera attached to his hand shaking as he looks off to the figure out of frame.

“You’re recording, you know.”

“Yeah, but what should we call it? I need to know how to introduce our movie.”

“I don’t know...something like...well it’s ours so...”

“Oh I got it.” Nick looks back to the camera with a pleasant stage smile. “Nick and Kevin Make Movies Together: Part Two. Today we have a real big adventure. Oh wait crap.” Nick looks down the slender object, his ‘microphone’, curled inside his fingers. “Is this thing on?” Inadvertently, he jostles the camera, trying to fix this problem. Realizing its impossibility to fix with his one free hand, he looks to the other man. “Kevin.”

A hand reaches towards him and twists the bottom. The shallow buzz begins. “Thank you,” Nick happily responds. He grins and presses the vibrations to his lips, a deep giggle emitting in thrilled response to shiver along with it. “Now, where was I? A real big adventure. The adventure of...” His eyes flicker evilly as his grin shapes to match it. “Kevin.” Nick turns the camera to him.

Kevin, in nothing but black underwear, crosses his arms over his tan glowing abdomen, seeming suddenly camera shy. He smiles a little.

The camera scans his body. Up and down, Nick’s broad grin and gleaming eyes visible behind the small screen he’s viewing it all on. “Rough terrain...” Nick trails off, traveling a little closer.

The cameras view wanders downwards. Kevin can tell. He watches, amused now.

“So hard...” Nick’s in front of Kevin now, the camera focused just where he wants it to be. His hand reaches out. “What’s in here, Kevin? There’s something sticking out.” Subtly, he sets aside the vibrator and hands off the camera to Kevin, who then focuses on the figure on his knees.

The hand touches. The bulge grows. Nick jerks back, pretending to be shocked. “There’s something in there!” Nick crawls forward to inspect it again. Cautiously, he strokes the cylinder lump. And still, it grows, now straining against the fabric, pointing. “Kevin...” Nick glances up at the camera, his look shocked but knowing. “I think you have a snake in your pants.”

Kevin can’t help his small chuckle, and keeps watching, wondering where Nick will go.

“What do I do?”

“I don’t know...maybe...get it out,” Kevin smoothly suggests, playing along.

“But then it could bite me. I think I should just crush it.” His fist thrusts forward, rushing towards Kevin’s crotch.

“No,” Kevin laughs, jerking his hips back and doubling over some, unable to guard his crotch because of the way he holds the camera. “It would bite me, too. Just...take it out,” he suggests, fully composed again.

“You want me to take it out? Even if it hurts me?” Nick asked, pretend pouting, as he carefully pets the “snake”.

“I think you can handle it.”

“You think if I’m nice it won’t hurt me?”

“Yes,” Kevin hisses. Nick’s fingers are ingenuous. Innocent. Unknowingly amazing. Nick can’t have any idea how hard he’s making Kevin. How wonderful his touch is. Or maybe he does. Teasing little fucker.

Nick whispers soft words, digging his fingers into the waistband at the golden curves of Kevin’s hips, and kisses it gently until he pulls down.

Looking up, he speaks to the camera now. “Things like this...you have to be careful because they like to fly up at you!” And of course, Nick knows exactly what he’s doing. Expertly, he maneuvers Kevin’s underwear down, slowly letting Kevin’s thick member slip free, then slides it down to Kevin’s ankles. He looks back up, quiet for a moment, staring. For a moment all thoughts of this “movie” are gone. Nick just wants him. Wants this beautiful naked man in front of him. Tone. Smooth. Practically hairless with his skin a warm golden tan that glows in the light of the yellow lamp. And that gorgeous cock. So hard. For Nick. Because of Nick.

“Nick?”

“Yeah,” he softly replies, his mind clearing as he tears his eyes away to look towards the voice. “Oh. Yeah.” He looks back down and glides his finger over Kevin’s hips and down his thigh. “This isn’t a snake.”

“It’s not?”

“No. I think I scared it away,” he says with a playful smile and a wink. “But poor Kevin’s little Mr. was bited.” His eyes are soft and sad. He looks like a child concerned for his beloved animal. He’s so good at that, this fake innocence and fear. How close to tears he is, it comes so easily to him. Kevin has never seen Nick act so well in his life, in fact. He almost believes it. “Lookit how swollen he is. It’s like...” The large thing triumphantly defying gravity and aiming upwards Nick takes in his palm, and gently squeezes as he pulls up. “...about to explode.” He thinks of all those “Rescue 911” and wildlife shows he has seen. “We have to bring the swelling down, Kevin,” he says, serious now. “We only have on option unless you want to lose it...”

“What’s that?” Kevin asks, his voice still amused and playing along.

“Well...” he leans forward. He bends Kevin’s member towards his mouth. He licks. His eyes peek up at Kevin. “I guess I’ll just have to suck the venom out.”

“Oh god yes,” Kevin whispers, unable to avoid such a helpless admission as Nick’s warm wet mouth encircles the head of his yearning cock.

Nick kisses and Kevin shakes, still trying to keep the camera steady.

Nick’s mouth is just as clever as his fingers, and he has no idea of the shivers crawling up Kevin’s spine like little ants. He knows Kevin’s reactions, the obvious ones. Kevin’s grunts and whispering moans and that look of pleasure, like he’ll cry, that spreads across Kevin’s face and makes Nick cum. But mostly it is done for Nick’s enjoyment. And because Kevin lets him. And loves him. And is so amazingly wonderful at making Nick feel amazingly wonderful.

“Nick I- I need to sit, I-” Kevin gasps.

“Shush, you’re ruining the movie,” Nick childishly replies, innocently running the flatness of his tongue along Kevin’s shaft. Sucking and licking.

“Nick.”

“Okay, okay,” he softly replies, overpowered, and backs off. He licks his lips. “Gimme.” Hands reach for the camera. “You get on the bed.”

Kevin does and Nick follows him with the camera. His nude body stretches out, crawling from the foot of the bed over the white ruffled sheets up to the pillows and rolls to his back. Now that he’s situated, he watches Nick adjust the camera on the stand. The boy’s, the man’s...the man-boy’s long fingers fumble with the pieces. He stands there in only his underwear, just Kevin had, in his large soft, but still firm, body. Baby-soft, baby-smooth, and baby-colored, but still so solid.

Kevin can’t wait to have that big soft creamy warmth in his arms.

Just as that thought flickers through his mind, Nick comes bounding over and pounces on the bed.

“Not so shy this time?” Kevin asks, his hand drifting across Nick’s side to hold his lower back.

“This is The Kevin Adventure--no time to be shy. I mean, I was almost bitten by the snake that bit your little Mr.!”

Kevin shakes his head at Nick’s silliness, his eyes still smiling.

“I don’t know...are you so sure about that?” Kevin softly asks, encouraging Nick to lie on back as he turns to his side. “You’re rather flushed...” Kevin’s hand tiptoes down Nick’s belly and over his crotch. “I think something got you...”

Kevin’s lips are so threateningly close. Nick feels scared, intimidated...shy.

The lips touch Nick’s. “I think you have a snake in your shorts, too.”

Kevin grabs.

Nick gasps.

Kevin grins.

Their lips devour each others’.

With his hand still massaging, Kevin pulls closer, so their hips touch. Nick’s hand begins to massage as well, finding Kevin’s butt.

Ah, those ingenious fingers.

God, that ingenious mouth.

But then there were Kevin’s fingers. As far as Nick knew--his mediocre touch didn’t compare. Not to Kevin’s. Those large compassionate hands. Gentle, firm, strong, expert. Perfect.

Nick shivers, too. Especially once those perfect fingers slip inside the warmth of his shorts, to battle the “snake”, or the swollen “little Mr.”--however Kevin chooses to describe it. If Kevin will decide to describe it at all. They seem rather wrapped up at this point. Kissing and touching--not putting on an act.

Heavy breath and gentle moans hang in the air until a moment comes where their eyes meet and they stop, staring, searching. Wondering. Wanting. Should they play anymore? Should they just do what they want? What they really want?

Kevin slithers down Nick’s body, rubbing his hands down Nick’s stomach, over the fabric of Nick’s boxers and down his thighs to push back up, under that same fabric. The fingers stretch and pull back in, to let his fingertips graze the delicate skin. Not only does it tingle for Nick, shimmering through his crotch and belly, but those same tingles trickle through Kevin’s fingertips and into his chest. This light caress.

“Kevin...get the snake out of my pants.”

Despite how silly Nick’s statement was, Kevin does not feel any urge to laugh. Just to fuck him. Granted, that urge seems to have been there throughout most of the night anyhow.

“Certainly,” Kevin replies, his words slow and smooth.

Nick lifts his hips and soon all that confined him is gone. He is bare and free with the playful coolness that tickles the air tickling his crotch. But soon that chill is consumed by the heat of Kevin. And then there is rubbing. And friction. And groaning and intensity and not wanting it to end and not wanting it to be playing and teasing and just wanting more. They could keep it up before but not now.

“Kevin,” Nick whimpers, his request.

Kevin nods, a signal for Nick he’s agreed.

Nick’s arms pull under his knees and he waits patiently as Kevin prepares, the full exposure of his crotch and opening enough of a thrill for the moment.

Being open to Kevin...there is no other feeling. Nothing can match the feeling of exposure and subtle humiliation but understanding in giving himself to Kevin. And in a way admitting Kevin was stronger. And that he wants him. And that Kevin, so much smarter and bigger and stronger, makes him feel so good and that he actually does find him attractive. But Kevin feels the same, the strong man, is here loving the playful pretty boy. And there is a subtle humiliation in that as well. In loving someone so young, so free, so teasing, so wrong.

They make each other even out. In their wrongness is an understanding. An understanding in which they realize it’s not wrong. It feels good; it feels right. There can’t be wrong.

So Kevin gets himself ready and seduces Nick even more, being sure to make him moan and cry and admit to wanting him.

And Nick gets fucked. He gets Kevin inside him, groaning and telling him he’s “so fucking tight” and how much he loves it. He gets to feel Kevin’s release, not so much in the literal sense as in feeling him let go. He gets to feel the force of Kevin, whimpering while slamming into him with such force in his pleasure. He rocks the bed, rocking Nick, soothing him and exciting him, relaxing Nick and winding him up--all in his own pleasure. The pleasure he gets from Nick.

Soon enough Kevin tightens with his whimpering groan and Nick watches his face as always. Getting the high in his belly not only from Kevin releasing his pleasure but the change in emotion the tough suave perfectness lost.

Then Nick closes his eyes and Kevin jerks inside him, touching himself and yanking out the pleasure.

Tonight Kevin chooses to hold Nick. He grabs the sheets and pulls them up to tuck them around their bodies. His arms are around Nick’s waist and face in the soft smoothness of his back. Sweat in sweat. He kisses.

Nick whispers, hesitant and soft, but with a meaningful tone, “Do you love me?”

“Yes,” Kevin replies, in just the same tone, his hold tightening.

“Thank you.”