Page 45 of The Money Shot

I nodded, feeling absurdly relieved that I’d made it past that hurdle. It gave me a second to breathe and try to pretend like this was no big deal. Just a project. Just two friends working together. Right?

“Okay,” he said, snapping me back to the moment. “So, you walk in, act shocked, like you just caught me. Then I’ll say something seductive, like, ‘Do you want to watch?’”

My stomach did a flip at that, but I nodded, forcing myself to focus. I could do this.

“Then what?” I asked, my voice steady despite the nerves tightening in my chest.

“We’ll figure it out as we go,” he said casually, like this was a normal thing for us to be doing.

I exhaled slowly, the tension in the room thickening as we both realized it was time to get started.

Liam glanced toward the dresser, his face already flushed. “Can you hand me the lube?”

I turned to grab it, hesitating when I saw the size of the bottle. I couldn’t help myself. “Dude, this is... industrial-sized. Were you planning for a marathon?” I smirked, holding it up like I’d just discovered a secret treasure.

Liam’s blush deepened, and he snatched it from me with a huff. “Very funny,” he muttered, dropping the jug—seriously, it was a jug—on the floor next to the bed.

He hesitated for a second, then reached down and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. His hands shook as he lifted it, revealing smooth skin and a lean chest. I caught myself staring a second too long and looked away, rubbing the back of my neck like I hadn’t noticed the sudden tension in the air.

“Can you... um... just step out for a minute?” Liam’s voice cracked slightly, his confidence replaced by something much softer. “I need a second to, y’know... get in the zone.”

I nodded quickly, grateful for the reprieve. “Sure. Yeah. Take your time.” I turned and headed for the door, but not before glancing back and catching the way his shoulders slumped, like he was battling a million doubts all at once.

Outside the room, I leaned against the wall, holding my breath. The air felt electric, charged with something I couldn’t quite name. My heart was pounding, my palms damp, and for a second, I considered backing out.

Then I heard Liam’s voice from the other side of the door. “Okay, action!”

The signal pulled me from my thoughts, and I straightened up, steeling myself. This wasn’t about me anymore. It was about making this work—for Liam, for the both of us.

I pushed the door open, stepping into the room like I hadn’t just spent the last thirty seconds psyching myself up. “What are you doing, Lucien?” I said, my voice steady, even though my stomach felt like it was full of live wires.

And there he was, sprawled naked on the bed, looking up at me with those wide, vulnerable eyes that made my heart stutter. My eyes drifted down to his erect cock. It was shiny from the lube, and as he stared at me, his hand began moving up and down his shaft.

I’d heard it said about guys’ junk before, but damn. Liam had the prettiest dick I’d ever seen. Thick, with a perfect helmet head. It wasn’t too big or too small. My mouth watered, and before I could stop myself, I blurted,

“You’ve got the world’s perfect cock.”

Liam’s brows lifted for a moment, then a slow, seductive smile spread across his cheeks. “Come here, Drake.”

I stepped a foot closer.

“Closer, Drake.” Liam crooked his finger in my direction, then he patted the mattress next to him. “Don’t you want to see me play with it?”

My heart pounded in my chest as I moved closer. “Of course,” I whispered, and as I stepped forward, I grabbed my now hard cock through my pants. When I sat down, my mouth watered at the sight of him.

Liam’s eyes never left mine as he reached up to touch my cheek. “Just watch,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “See how good this makes me feel.”

I nodded, trying to keep my focus on the task at hand. This was all for Liam, after all.

Okay. That’s a lie. Maybe it was for him at first, but now I’m getting into it. As I stared at his perfect cock and tight body, Liam stroked himself more deliberately, his eyes never leaving mine. The way his hips bucked was almost too much to bear.

“Are you enjoying this, Drake?” Liam asked quietly, his voice thick with desire. “Watching me jerk off for you?”

I swallowed hard, trying to find the words to respond. “Yes,” I squeaked out. Shit, this is more intense than I thought it would be.

Liam smiled, his eyes never leaving mine as he continued stroking himself. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m enjoying watching you watch me, too.”

My heart pounded as I watched Liam’s hand move up and down his shaft. His eyes never left mine, and the intensity of the gaze was almost too much to bear. A tremor of desire coursed through me as I reached down and adjusted myself through my pants.