“I’m sure I can think of something,” I replied as she sat up.
“Ooh, I forgot about that little café around the corner. They do those amazing breakfast muffins, don’t they?” She started searching around for her clothes. “Shall I go and grab a couple? Two coffees, plenty of caffeine?”
“I’ll go,” I said, wanting to look after her, knowing I’d earned the right to do so. “Take a shower and I’ll be right back.” I kissed her head and that just gave her a dreamy faraway look. It calmed my nerves slightly like she wasn’t going to blow up like a fireball and seemed chill and still on board with us.
I’d told her I loved her last night. Yes, it was in-between orgasms and the best blow job of my life, but I still put it out there. She didn’t say it back, and that was fine by me. I knew it was there, simmering under the surface. She didn’t have to say the words for me to know. I just wasn’t sure what kind of love, or how deep, strong and frightening it was it was for her. Skye had lived with rejection, the people she loved the most let her down, left her, made her cautious. So, although I knew she was capable of love, she held back, like always. Was the timing right for us? Was she ready? Did she finally love herself enough to love me?
Because I was ready and I knew being loved by her, fully and without guard would knock me off my feet, full of force.
“I emailed the photos from the shoot to you earlier,” I said. “Thought I’d better get them off my camera before I had an unfortunate mishap at work.”
“Good idea,” she said, laughing. “Thanks. I’ll take a look.”
I pushed my legs into my jeans and threw on the Superman T-shirt she looked sexy AF in last night. “I’ll be back in ten.”
Skye
“Good morning, Gav.”
“Well, hello there,” he replied. He was still working on his laptop, didn’t appear to have moved from last night. He had dark circles under his eyes and had pulled a grey hoody over his head just to complete the I-haven’t-slept-a-wink-look. “I take it you slept well?” I didn’t appreciate the smirk but understood it after years of friendship, Will inviting me into his bedroom was a big deal. Bigger than big.
“Like a log,” I replied, pulling my laptop from my bag.
“Good to know.”
I realised that I had a few emails from Margot as well as the photos Will had sent from the shoot. Margot had sent over various files from their cameras and offered to help me with the editing process. After everything that happened last night, I hadn’t even thought about the next steps once the film had been made. To be honest, my only thoughts over the last few hours revolved around Will’s ability to induce tremor orgasms and how attracted I was to his cock.
Everything had been fine between us this morning. He didn’t show any signs of regret or wondering about where our friendship stood. Unlike me. He’d been nonchalant, offered to get breakfast and…oh, dreamy fuck, told me he’d fallen in love with me the minute we met. Love was a small word for something so immense. It had many different connotations, drew out different emotions. It could have a different meaning to someone else.
Love could be life changing, but it could also break you and…
Jesus, Skye. Shut off your brain. Focus on the porn.
I opened Will’s photos first and I was pleased with how well he’d captured the images of Reid and James. Some of them were mid-fuck, others were taken as still shots to be used for promo or the cover of the Blu-ray. Next, I moved on to Margot’s films. They were only labelled by numbers and as I clicked on one my laptop roared to life. Reid and James were moaning, panting, essentially making every noise that couldn’t be mistaken for anything else other than two people having a fabulous time.
“Shit.” I fumbled around, trying to turn off the clip, missing the little cross in the left-hand corner in a bumbling panic. I tried the volume next, turning it higher rather than muting the moans.
Finally, silence. I pressed my mouth together, shut the laptop and glanced over at Gav who was wide-eyed and still, his expression one of confusion before he started to laugh.
“Was that what I thought it was?”
“No,” I rushed out.
“It sounded like –“
“Nope.”
“Was that porn?”
I covered my mouth with my hand and slowly placed my laptop on the coffee table. “It’s not what you think.”
He laughed. “If you needed a little something to help get things going with, Will, I completely understand.”
I threw a cushion at him. “It’s a project I’m working on. I volunteer for a LGBTQ+ sexual health clinic in Brighton.”
“Will said,” he replied. “Handing out condoms, that kind of shit.”
“Exactly,” I replied. “It’s a…thing I’m doing to help young people…change their expectations of–”
“Porn?”
“Sex!” I replied. “There’s various messages I want to get across to our client base. Safe sex, consensual sex, making it less…scary.”
“Are you telling me that you’ve made a porn film?”
“It’s not porn,” I replied, getting more annoyed, defensive even. This was Elliott’s legacy, not something seedy or humourous. “It’s…more…educational.”
“Bloody hell,” he said, sitting forward. “I don’t know what to say…I mean–”
“I’m sorry if you’re uncomfortable with porn, Gav,” I said, my voice loud and strong, “but please don’t make others feel uncomfortable just because they enjoy it.”
“Oh, I enjoy it.” He laughed. “I just can’t believe you’ve made a porn film.”
“No,” I sighed. “It’s–”
“Where do you even start with something like that?”
The front door opened, and Will appeared with three coffees and a bag of breakfast muffins. “It’s not nice out there,” he said, oblivious and putting everything down on the coffee table before shaking off his jacket. “Throwing it down.” He ran his hand
