Page 14 of For the Cameras

“She’s a beauty,” I said. I stirred it a bit with my straw and took a sip. “Oh my God. That’s not just strawberry, it’s like… fizzy punch-me-in-the-mouthstrawberry and peach bliss. Insanely good, Jax.”

“Making cocktails is fun,” he said.

Jax busied himself behind the bar and I chilled, relaxing with my drink and glancing around the brewery. Jade Brewery was usually starting to fill up by this time of night, but with the trivia event it was even busier. A few of the long, dark wood bench tables were full of groups sitting down and getting ready to play, and most of the leather booths had people at them now.

What Ididn’tsee were any obvious contenders in the “guys who would want me to suck them off” category.

I knew the night may end up as a bust, but at least I’d get to see friends and have amazing drinks while I struck out.

After a few minutes I checked my phone and thumbed through it. Without thinking, I went on autopilot and landed in the OnlyShots app, looking at my suggestions page.

A little electric fizz went through my chest when I saw Adam Dix’s name.

And next to it, the little hot pink icon that meant he had uploaded a brand-new video.

The video had only been uploaded 50 minutes ago. Ilovedwhen I happened to stumble onto a video that was that recent. It had been at least a week since he’d posted anything—he hadn’t uploaded anything new since I’d met him in person.

And suddenly I realized it had been a mistake to checkthatparticular app while sitting in the middle of a very public place, because I was getting hard just thinking about Adam’s videos. I took my drink and my phone and meandered over to a dark section of the brewery, standing in a corner and leaning against the wall. I wasn’t going to stand over here and fish my dick out in public, but I could at leastwatchthe video.

I tapped on the video. It was a short one at only 90 seconds long.

I watched as Adam lay down on a blanket on the floor in the sun and filmed himself stroking hisveryhard cock. The camera panned up for a second and I noticed where he was: on the floor in his bedroom, right in front of the sunny balcony doors.

And he’d put up a light diffuser, right along the panes of the window like I’d suggested.

He’d taken my advice. And I really liked it.

I glanced back up toward the long oak top bar, barely registering the people sitting there. I was supposed to be out trying to charm the pants off of cute guys, and instead all I wanted to do was stand here and gawk at Adam’s new video.

I tapped out a comment. It was something I used to be embarrassed to do, but a couple of months ago I’d let go of what small amount of shame I had and just let loose, complimenting his videos whenever I felt like it.

ChillyIcyBlue: You only get better. My favorite video yet.

I watched the loop of the video one more time before locking my phone and taking a deep breath, making sure I could re-enter the main area of the brewery and be decent for public.

And as soon as I stepped back out toward the long tables, I did a double take so hard I felt like the world had just flipped on its axis.

Adam’s face was right there at one of the tables, staring back at me.

For a second I thought I must have been seeing things, because I’d just been watching Adam on my phone, in a very private moment, hoping to God I wasn’t going to get caught.

And the real Adam—AdamRichardsen—sure as fuck wouldn’t be out on a Friday night at a very busy bar. I’d gotten the distinct impression last week that he’d rather take a bath in hot oil than ever go somewhere social at peak hours.

But it was him.

Sitting there, all alone.

After I caught his eye, he looked back down at the table, staring intently at a piece of paper in front of him.

I walked over, taking him in. I still didn’t know a guy could look achingly handsome and awkward as hell at the same time, but Adam managed it perfectly. He was wearing a black jacket and his dark hair was in a perfect swoop again, but it seemed like he’d left his rimmed glasses at home.

When I got to the edge of the table he looked up at me.

“When did you get here?” I asked.

“Oh. Hi,” he said, shifting on the bench. “Just now. I mean, probably about three minutes ago, if you want to get exact, but… yeah. I just got here.”

“I’m surprised to see you here. Very happily surprised.”