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Whose idea was it to give Josh a camera for his birthday? That damn camera he’d been carrying everywhere for a week. Chris hated Bob Washington for buying it for him. Even when they were alone, like right now, Chris had no idea what Josh was planning.
“Man, I’m dead tired. That damn exam fried my brain, but at least it’s over,” the blond complained, closing the door to Josh's room and tossing his backpack onto the bed.
Josh was lying on his stomach on the bed, kicking his feet in the air, playing a game on his Switch. He’d been waiting for his boyfriend all day, so when he saw him, he flashed a big smile. He sat up, waiting for Chris to come closer so he could kiss him as a greeting, which Chris did, before taking off his jacket. He didn’t know it yet, but the camera was set up on the dresser next to them, filming them with a wide angle.
“Did you fail your exam?”
Chris knelt down on the floor, emptying his backpack of books before standing up and adjusting his glasses. “No, no, not at all. I think I did fine. It was easy. And you, did you just play video games all day?” He smiled and stood at the foot of the bed, while the boy with brown hair sat up on his knees and put down his console to face him, Chris’s hands resting on his hips. “You’re lucky. I wish I could do the same.”
One of the blond's hands slid up to caress Josh's jaw, his smile turning a bit more mischievous. “And, uh... did you do anything else today?”
“Like what, Cochise?” Josh asked, knowing full well what he meant, but wanting to hear him say it.
“I don’t know, like... making yourself feel good, you know.” Chris was hesitant to ask for too much; he was the shy one in the relationship, though there were exceptions.
They had been a couple for five months now. They had agreed to be together after a night that was way too boozy, where they’d slept together—three rounds plus a bonus morning session. Since then, they’d been doing it at least four times a week, like a pair of guys who were a bit too wild and heated. The only nights they didn’t were when Chris came home too late from college and was exhausted (and even that didn’t always stop Josh from giving him a blowjob under the covers before he fell asleep).
“I don’t know, why don’t you check for yourself,” Josh whispered as he guided Chris’s hands to his butt, which Chris squeezed immediately, pulling him closer. Josh let out a breathy sound of pleasure, looking into his partner's eyes.
Curious, Chris slid one of his hands into Josh’s pajama bottoms, then moved his fingers between his cheeks, turning bright red when he realized what was there.
“How long have you had it in?”
“About an hour, when you texted me saying you were leaving campus and would be home soon.” Josh pressed even closer to the blond's body, the toy still inside him. He’d held back from touching himself just for Chris. “Do you like it?”
“You’re such a slut, Washington.”
Josh laughed at his comment, brushing his lips against Chris’s as he whispered, pleased that he liked it, "Just for you, Hartley."
He couldn’t hold back any longer, and Chris pressed his lips gently against Josh’s, kissing him slowly and tenderly, in stark contrast to the growing excitement between them and the strain of his erection against jeans that were now way too tight. He kept pulling Josh closer, making him shiver and moan into the kiss. It turned Chris on even more—nothing excited him more than hearing his boyfriend’s moans against his lips. He could lose himself in those sounds, kissing him endlessly. The kiss was sensual, hot, and loud, with the sound of their tongues and lips colliding.
Their bodies followed the rhythm, until Josh was lying down and Chris hovered over him. Chris was the first to strip off his shirts, leaving his chest bare, and as he moved to undo his belt, ready to free himself, Josh gently took off his glasses, setting them aside. Chris’s eyes followed the movement, and that’s when he noticed a small red, blinking light on the dresser. He squinted, sitting up slightly, wondering what it was, and quickly realized. He stopped Josh, who had been kissing down his chest, writhing beneath him.
"Am I dreaming, or... is your camera on?" Chris asked, turning his head toward his boyfriend. "Are you filming us right now?"
Hearing the question, Josh propped himself up on his elbows to look at the dresser where the camera was set up, and he simply shrugged. "Yeah."
Chris shot his boyfriend a look, raising an eyebrow. Even without his glasses, he could see him clearly enough. "Are you serious?" Then he got up from the bed, walking over to the dresser to grab the camera. "You’re unbelievable, Josh."
Josh laughed, turning to face him, a smirk playing on his lips. "You don’t like it?"
The blond looked at the camera for a moment, turning it over in his hands, then pointed the lens at the bed, moving closer while filming Josh's body. Josh watched him, curious. "Cochise, what are you doing?"
"I’m filming you—isn’t that what you wanted?" Chris stood at the foot of the bed, keeping the camera trained on Josh’s face, bringing his free hand to his boyfriend’s chin, gently stroking it. Josh parted his lips and took Chris’s thumb into his mouth, sucking on it while keeping his eyes on the camera. Chris bit his lip, getting even more turned on. "Shit, you’re so damn sexy, Josh. Open wider, will you?" he asked.
Josh obliged, opening his mouth wider and taking in two more of Chris’s fingers, sucking them sensually—all while keeping his gaze locked on the camera.
"That's it, open wide, baby."
Josh moaned softly around Chris’s fingers, his hand sliding down to undo Chris’s jeans, freeing his hardness and taking it into his grip. As soon as Chris withdrew his fingers from Josh’s mouth, Josh replaced them with his length, taking him in deeply, which sent waves of pleasure through Chris, causing him to throw his head back and let out a groan of satisfaction. His pre-cum was already dripping into Josh's mouth, its salty taste not bothering him at all. In fact, it just made him want more.
Enjoying the sight, Chris adjusted the camera to capture Josh working on him, using his free hand to stroke Josh's jaw. "Josh, look at me," he instructed, and Josh immediately lifted his gaze—not to Chris, but to the camera lens, knowing what he was being asked. Seeing Josh’s intense focus through the screen, Chris bit his lip, moaning softly, never having been this turned on before. Eventually, he pulled Josh away, worried he might finish too quickly. "Show the camera what you’ve got in your ass, you dirty slut."
Josh was taken aback by Chris’s unusually filthy words—yet they were so thrilling to hear. He couldn’t resist following his boyfriend’s demand. He shifted back, turning to face away from Chris as he removed his shirt and pajama bottoms. Then, he bent forward, revealing his toned, tanned backside. Chris took over, brushing aside Josh's hand to do it himself. He moved the camera closer, using his other hand to spread Josh’s cheeks, revealing the plug inside him. The simple act made Josh moan, his own arousal evident.
"Did you finger yourself before putting it in?" Chris asked, gripping the base of the toy and giving it a small twist. Josh could only respond with a moan, his answer clear. "And did you come while doing it?"
Josh moaned even louder, his fingers clutching the sheets beneath him. He kept arching his back, giving Chris an even better view.
"You're such a naughty boy. Couldn't even wait for me to get back from class, huh? Did you do anything else, baby? I know you’re not telling me everything because you’re blushing, and I can always tell when you’re hiding something. Tell me."
Josh looked back at him for a moment, glancing over his shoulder to see the camera and Chris behind him. He bit his lip, his words coming out almost stammering: "I... I filmed... something, for you."
"For me?" Chris raised an eyebrow and put his glasses back on, stepping back to check the camera's gallery, noticing a new file from earlier that afternoon. With his heart racing, he clicked on it, but Josh quickly grabbed his hand, not wanting him to see it just yet.
"Can you watch it after you take care of me? I’m so horny, Cochise." Josh nearly pleaded with his eyes, and his boyfriend looked at him with a raised eyebrow but eventually gave in, pressing his lips against Josh's.
"Alright, let’s get down to business." Chris finally set the camera down beside them and pushed Josh onto the bed, removing the plug without warning. The sudden motion made Josh cry out in surprise, his eyes wide open.
"Oh shit! Fuck, Cochise!" Josh’s body trembled, his knees shaking on the mattress. He was now open and more than ready for his boyfriend.
"Soon, Josh." Chris laughed, climbing onto the bed behind Josh’s exposed position. He delivered a sharp slap to his partner's backside, the sound echoing through the room. Picking up the camera again, he aimed it downward, grabbing his own length at the base and rubbing it against Josh's cheeks, making him pant heavily. "Your ass looks so open and inviting. I guess I have no choice but to go hard." With that, he thrust inside abruptly and mercilessly, making Josh moan so loudly that Chris was grateful no one else was home to hear.
The thrusts began, with Josh already well-prepped and slick, taking the relentless pounding from his boyfriend without any shame or restraint. Chris recorded every moment, capturing his own length sliding in and out of Josh. Josh could only moan, swallowing hard, his sounds ragged and desperate. Before dating Chris, he would never have guessed that the typically calm and gentle guy would have so much strength in bed. Chris was gentle, of course, but not when Josh pushed his buttons during their intimate moments—then he turned wild and strong.
"C-Chris! F-Fuck, it feels so good! Baby!"
"You take it so easily, damn. I could keep going until you pass out." Chris pushed in so deeply that it left Josh breathless, his head thrown back in pleasure. He wished this feeling would never end. But then Chris pulled out completely, leaving Josh with a sudden sense of emptiness.
"W-What the hell, why'd you pull out? Did you finish?" Josh turned to see Chris lying on his back on the bed.
"Ride me," Chris instructed, and Josh raised an eyebrow, hesitating. When Chris repeated himself, more firmly, "I said, ride me," Josh quickly collected himself, straddling Chris's body, climbing on top of him. He guided Chris’s length back inside him, sinking down with a drawn-out sigh of pleasure—only to pause when something distracted him. The camera. It bothered him, and he didn't have to be a mind reader to figure out why. Josh took the camera from Chris's hands, turning it back towards him.
"Josh, what the hell are you doing?" Chris asked, holding back a moan as he felt himself being enveloped again.
"I don't want you filming me from that angle. If I want to watch this later, I need to be able to see you, too." Josh leaned down, pressing a kiss to Chris's lips as he started to lift and lower his hips, taking Chris deep inside him. He moaned softly, then straightened up, filming Chris as he groaned beneath him. Feeling unsatisfied with the angle, Josh eventually set the camera down beside them, adjusting it to capture both their bodies completely. Chris barely noticed, too absorbed in caressing Josh's chest and helping him ride, their bodies moving together, the sound of skin meeting skin growing louder and more heated.
"J-Josh, fuck, you’re so good. Who’s a good boy? You like that, don’t you?"
"Ah-Ah~ Yes, yes, please! I’m the good boy—Hmmmm, yes~ I’m gonna come soon, fuck!" Josh closed his eyes, pressing his hands against his boyfriend’s chest, while Chris took hold of Josh’s length, stroking him. The dual stimulation pushed Josh over the edge, and he came suddenly, letting out a moan of pleasure, right as Chris followed suit. Both of their bodies tensed before collapsing into bliss.
When it was over, Josh fell against Chris, panting, and picked up the camera to turn it off, saving the video for later. Filming while they had sex had definitely become his new kink. Once he recovered from his orgasm, Josh got up and placed the camera back on the shelf, flashing a smile at his boyfriend.
"I’m gonna clean up. Be good while I’m gone." The dark-haired boy headed to the bathroom, leaving the blond with glasses to stretch out on the bed, a huge smile on his face. But curiosity got the better of him. Slowly, making sure he could hear the shower running, Chris walked over to the shelf, grabbed the camera, and turned it back on, eager to see the video they’d made. Back on the bed, Chris pressed play.
The screen was black at first, then a noise, a sigh—one he knew well. Suddenly, a voice broke the silence. "Damn, I’m such an idiot." The screen lit up, revealing Josh’s flushed and sweaty face, out of breath, holding the lens cover in his hand. "Don’t tell me I forgot to press record. What an idiot, damn." He began to laugh, a sound that made Chris blush and smile like a fool as he watched his boyfriend on the screen.
"Well, sorry Chris if you’re watching this, I was supposed to make you a homemade porno, but I apparently forgot to hit the 'record' button so... tada!" Josh lifted the camera to show part of his body, some cum on his chest, and then aimed it back at his face. "So, since I started recording for nothing, might as well make a love declaration to make you happy. So, dear Mr. Christopher Hartley, I, Joshua Washington, son of... well, who cares about that—anyway, know that you’re the boy I love most in the world, and I love you more than you realize. I admit I don’t say it to your face very often but... I really do love you. Really, really. Look, you made me come even when you’re not here, probably..." Josh glanced away, checking the time on what was probably a clock nearby. "…probably taking that chemistry exam or some boring thing like that. I hope you aced it, by the way. But yeah, just wanted to say that me, the great filmmaker and future star... of porn..." He chuckled. "…I want you to know that I love you to death. See you tonight, you little dork. Bye!" The video ended there, returning to the blank screen.
Chris felt a flutter in his chest and slowly put the camera back on the shelf, lying back down on the bed, his hand over his heart, and a very... very big smile on his face.
"I love you too, you little jerk."