Trials and Tribulations

Side Story VIII: Double the Trouble

Thomas stood, naked and warily eyeing the camera perched on the tripod, its red light blinking tauntingly. He clutched his right arm, blunt nails digging into his flesh.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?"

"Honestly? Probably not." Minho laughed.

He sprawled onto the bed, naked as the day he was born and surprisingly perky. His dick stood at attention, ready for the real fun to get rolling. Newt was the only one still partially dressed, his blue boxers an oddly comforting sight to Thomas. He fiddled with the camera, adjusting it until it was positioned to his liking. He peeked into it briefly before he pulled away, pale cheeks pink.

He heaved a heavy sigh then stripped off his boxers, his half-hardened member bobbing from the movement.

Thomas flushed.

"You two look great," Newt complimented, stealing another peek from the camera. "Like a couple of shuck-faced greenies in their first amateur porn vid. How bloody wonderful."

"Good that," Minho grinned. "We'll make a great threesome." He patted the mattress, giving Thomas a sultry look. "Come over Thomas. I have a friend who really misses you."

"This is the stupidest idea ever." He laughed, a bit hysterically. Thomas crawled onto the mattress, his muscles tense and uncomfortable. "We're really going to fuck in front of a camera? What if someone finds it? How are we going to explain that?"

"It's for our memories, Tommy." The blond explained though he scowled.

Thomas guessed he hadn't bought that excuse either.

Minho laid flat on his back, his arms folded behind his head. He seemed so comfortable and relaxed despite the ever daunting red light blinking away at them. Thomas felt envious. How could Minho not care what they were about to do?

"You two are being awfully shy." He teased. "You'll send me naughty texts but you won't do this one little thing for me? Terrible."

Thomas bristled. He positioned himself in between Minho's legs, his backside facing the camera. Minho's lecherous smile turned hopeful, the excitement sparkling in his dark eyes. It took Thomas a moment to regain his confidence. He stared down at Minho's pert length, pink and thick, his veins prominent against his skin. A bead of pre-cum oozed out of Minho's slit, the boy's excitement mounting. It shouldn't have surprised him, not with Minho's bad habits of sending them risqué text messages whenever he was home alone, but out of the three of them, it was obvious Minho seemed most into videotaping their actions.

Newt slipped behind him, large hands grasping his pale shoulders. His lips brushed along the shell of his ear, his breath hot against his skin.

"Just go with the flow." He murmured. He licked the length of the brunet's ear, his fingers trailing down his arms to his waist in slow sensual movements. Thomas shuddered from his touch.

Minho licked his lips.

Thomas started first.

He crawled up Minho's frame and captured the boy's full lips with his. Kissing was always the best way to get Thomas into the mood. There was something about molding his lips together with Newt or Minho that flipped a switch in his mind. It never failed to arouse him, even with the most innocent of kisses.

He let Minho dominate the kiss, the boy's wet tongue a happy invader. Newt's hands traveled along his body. Those calloused fingers caressed the sides of his waist then dipped down the length of his thighs and then up deliciously slow to the mounds of his ass. He squeezed him affectionately and chuckled when the brunet groaned into Minho's mouth.