Sunday Snog

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Lights. Camera. Action. The life of an international porn star might be glamorous, satisfying and well paid but it’s also hard work—very hard—in every sense of the word!

So it’s just as well Reece Carter is up for the job and has the sexiest co-star imaginable, Cade Davenport. They’re the hot new stars of GP Productions latest blockbuster, Slippery Slots, set in Las Vegas, and they can’t wait to get naked and get started.

With scripts to learn, wardrobe to contend with and a whole host of new experiences to look forward to, Reece takes the bull by the horns and jumps on for the ride. What he doesn’t bargain on, though, is finding love alongside his fat pay cheque.

But is the feeling mutual? And what happens when a cowboy, a box of intriguing props and a trip to a BDSM dungeon gets thrown into the scene?

Can Reece handle the heat? Is he really capable of performing before an audience? And will Cade be there when he needs him most?

Cade gave a slow nod. “Too damn hot to work right through today. I do sometimes, if the weather’s grim. Happy to get it done and go home to the warm and dry. But on a day like this, in the summer, it’s a nice place to hang out.”

“You’re not kidding," Reece said, "It’s bloody gorgeous. Wish I had a pad like this.”

“I pretend it’s mine sometimes, you know, if she’s out.” Cade paused and a grin tugged at the right side of his mouth. “Like today.”

Reece glanced around. The shrubs and wall surrounding the garden made it totally private and there was only one way around to the back of the house—he knew that because he’d brought his decorating equipment that way—and there was a lock on the gate.

“So what do you do?” Reece asked. “When you pretend it’s yours?”

Cade shrugged. “Go for a swim, use the hot tub, grab myself a beer and just generally lounge about.”

“Really?” Reece wasn’t sure if he’d have the nerve. He was always very careful and respectful of clients’ homes. He felt privileged that he’d been trusted to be in them unsupervised.

“Yeah, why the hell not? If I’ve done the lawn and pruned the beds, there’s no harm in it.”

Reece didn’t answer, instead, he finished off the last of his drink and set the empty can on the table, next to a pot of pansies. He had to admit the thought of sinking into the pool was very inviting. He could see it sparkling and shimmering on the surface and the sun glinted off a white diving board that stood at one end.

He turned to Cade.

Cade was studying him closely.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Cade said, twisting his mouth into a smile.

“Fuck. I’m so damn hot the pool is pretty fucking tempting.”

“Ah, I knew once the idea was there you wouldn’t be able to resist.” Cade bent forward and began to unlace his boots.

“What are you doing?” Reece asked.

“Going for a swim.” He tipped his head to the side and looked at Reece, squinting a little as he did so. “Gonna join me?”

Reece faltered for a moment. He looked at the pool again then at Cade, who was yanking off his boots. He wore woolen socks, black with ridges on them, and he discarded them to the side.

“So you just go in and swim, do you?” Reece asked, glancing at the house.

“Yeah.” Cade stood and popped open the top button on his jeans. “And don’t worry. She won’t be back for hours and hours—not once she’s out with her cronies. And when she is back, she’ll be pissed from all those gin and tonics.” He let his gaze slide down Reece’s body, head to toes and back up again. “It’ll give us plenty of time to get out and dressed again.”

Dressed again? Did Cade skinny-dip in Mrs. Henley-Smythe’s pool? Reece felt a tug in his cock. The look in Cade’s eyes was unmistakable. He was interested. He liked what he saw.

If Reece hadn’t been trying to act cool, he’d have punched the air. The hot guy before him did indeed bat for the same team he did. Perhaps all teams, but what did it matter if he swung both ways? Right now he, Reece, was here.

Cade shoved his jeans down and kicked them off. He laid them roughly over the back of the chair he’d been sitting on then headed toward the pool. As he went, he pushed at his boxers and revealed his tight arse that was a shade paler than the rest of his skin. He kept on walking as the boxers slid down his legs then he stepped out of his underwear without pausing. He left the boxers bunched on the lawn, dead center in one of the pale green stripes he’d created.

Reece felt his jaw slacken. Fuck, the guy was brazen. He just went for it.

“Gotta go in naked,” Cade called, “otherwise you’ll have wet boxers beneath your jeans, making a damp patch and giving the game away.”

“Yeah, makes sense,” Reece replied. Fuck, he was getting harder by the minute. The sight of the abandoned boxers and Cade’s long, muscular body was enough to have his balls aching and his arsehole clenching.

“Come on,” Cade shouted, even though he couldn’t see that Reece had made no move to join him. “All work and no play makes Reece a dull boy.”

“What about the lawn? You haven’t finished.”

“Fuck it. I’ll do it later.” He reached the pool and dove in, creating a white burst of water that splashed upwards and made waves across the surface.

“Oh, bloody hell,” Reece said, quickly slipping the straps of his overalls off then scooting down the trousers. Beneath he wore red boxers, fake Calvin Kleins from the market, but he had no intention of removing them—not yet—not until he was safely by the pool.

God, was he really going to do this?

Unlike Cade, Reece carried his clothes across the lawn and set them on a lounger. If there was a sudden urgency to get dressed, if Mrs. Henley-Smythe did appear, he didn’t want to be caught in the buff.

“It’s great. Get in,” Cade called, before turning and propelling himself in a fast crawl to the opposite end of the pool.

Reece made the most of the fact that Cade was facing the other way, tugged off his boxers then slipped into the water. The chill stole his breath for a moment and thankfully also took the heat from his hard-on. He sank beneath the surface, soaking his hair and letting the water rush into his ears. He pushed off and swam for several seconds to the far side.

When he bobbed up, he came face to face with Cade.

“What do you think?” Cade asked, pushing his dark hair back from his forehead.

“I...er... Yeah, it’s good. I was hot.”

He grinned. “Me too. Come on, race you.” He struck out again, back the way Reece had just come.

Reece followed, his competitive streak urging him on. He was a good swimmer, always had been. On the school team at one point before he’d decided school wasn’t for him and he’d dropped out.

He caught up with Cade and they touched the edge of the pool at exactly the same time. Cade laughed a little breathlessly. “A swimming decorator, eh?”

“And a swimming gardener.”

Cade laughed some more.

“Sounds like a movie,” Reece said, joining in the mirth.

“Yeah, a porn movie,” Cade said with a wink. He stopped laughing and looked serious. “You watch porn?”

Reece was a little surprised by the question but he tried not to show it. “Don’t all blokes?”

“I dunno.” Cade turned, so his back was against the pool wall, and hooked his elbows on the tiles to support himself. His chest rose out of the water and Reece could see that the hair under his arms was as black as that on his head and sternum. “But I know I do and now I know you do.”

Reece shrugged and pushed backwards through the water, enjoying the feel of it swooshing around his cock and balls.

“So what porn do you like best?” Cade asked.

“It’s been a while since I had the chance.”

“What do you mean? It’s everywhere, all over the net.”

“Yeah, well, I guess I’ve been busy.”

“What, with your boyfriend?” Cade licked his lips and twitched his eyebrows.

“I haven’t got a boyfriend.” Reece slipped his hand through his hair to stop the ends dripping onto his face. This conversation really wasn’t going the way he’d thought it would. “Why not?”

“Maybe I have a girlfriend.”

“But you don’t, do you?”

Reece laughed, going for casual. “Nah, pussy isn’t for me.”

“Hah, I knew it.”

Cade dropped his right arm into the water and appeared to touch his cock, though Reece couldn’t be sure.

“So why no boyfriend, Reece?”

“We split a while back.”

“So all the more reason to watch porn. You know...get some relief.”

Now Reece knew damn well that Cade was touching himself, his shoulder was twitching to a familiar beat and rhythm, one Reece knew only too well.

“What is this, twenty questions?” Reece asked, falling backwards into the water and

kicking his legs beneath the surface.

“If you want it to be.”

“Maybe I’ll ask you a question,” Reece said.

“Go for it.”

For a moment Reece’s mind went blank as he stared up at the sky then he decided to ask the obvious. “Are you wanking?”

“Indeed I am.”

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