Big Book of Hatsome One Shots

Boys On Film (N)

TW: Filming, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Sex, Smut, Established Relationship

The video camera's fanfaric startup noise makes Ross want to laugh at its seemingly enthusiastic interest. He allows a small smile to rest on his lips as he adjusts the device's settings. The hotel room is lit by three lamps that give off that sense of depravity one often feels when they have made plans like these. The white faux leather chair he sits in is comfortable yet impersonal. It is diagonally across from a similar looking couch. The large flat screen television on his right is off and the heavy coffee colored curtains behind him are closed. There's a low, pleasant hum from the air conditioning unit underneath the window. It blows a cool breeze onto the back of Ross' neck that sends a scattering of goosebumps down his arms.

He's alone for the moment in the spacious room with its single king-sized bed and unused corner whirlpool tub. He remembers the amused look the front desk girl had given them as they had checked in. It only lasted for a brief moment but Ross had seen it. In return he had said his most polite thank you before he accepted the keycards and ushered Alex and Chris towards the elevators.

The door to the bathroom is closed. Ross looks at the dark, solid wood. It won't be much longer now, he thinks, before they're delving into the least of the sociably acceptable forms of art.

They had decided on a hotel room because of Alex. The man insisted that it be a hotel room for a number of gaudy reasons that made Ross and Chris choke on their saliva and double over with laughter. He had been convincing enough, though, because here they all were. A lone Wednesday night out in early August was definitely within their budget and easily slipped into their schedule. When they made the plan it had felt almost too professional. But Ross likes the idea of professionalism. Something like this needs a sort of special execution of effort and Ross always puts forth his best.

Not that they can't have a little fun as well.

Ross is just configuring what he believes to be the optimal brightness setting when the bathroom door opens. He looks up and catches Chris' eyes before taking in the man's clean shaven face. Ross puckers his lips. He likes Chris' patchy facial hair but thinks he knows why it went. Behind Chris is Alex, who stands over him with squinting eyes and a toothy grin. They are both dressed in simple clothes; a light blue polo for Chris and a well-worn burgundy tee on Alex. Their cargo shorts match.

Ross watches them walk over to the couch. They sit in the middle of it with legs touching, pressed against each other's side. They're barefoot and now that they're closer Ross can see the dampness of their hair. Alex's classic top wave is in place though, and it leads Ross to think that he had done a bit of styling to it. His beard is well trimmed. Although the lighting is dim Ross' lips quirk at the sight of Alex's ever perky nipples showing through his thin shirt.

"So," Chris starts, with that same calm enthusiasm he uses when they get together to discuss important business. Ross meets his eyes for the second time. "Is everything ready?"

"I think so," Ross says. He notices that his hands are like ice but they are also sweating. He clears his throat a little while checking the camera's battery life and memory space. He's already done so multiple times, but Chris' gaze is too much to hold at that moment; there's suddenly charged air between them.

"Where do you want us?"

At the question Ross looks up again. They had already talked about this before, on the drive here. Chris had gone over every detail in such a well-presented way that Ross had thought he had it all down perfectly.

He blinks once, then twice. His eyes flick over to Alex, who sits silently, before back to Chris.

Ross takes in a small breath and answers, "On the couch, please, if you don't mind."