And we’d exploited the sex part to the absolute maximum because there was nothing better than being bent over and getting fucked senseless by your brother when you knew it was morally and ethically wrong. We were such rebels.

Watching Lewis and Charlotte and the film crew lose their heads over the authenticity and raw sexual energy we’d portrayed made us both smile, knowing it came from a place of truth. As far as we could tell, only Jay knew what was really going on.

Speaking of the dirty devil himself, Jay arrived with our takeout, handing us each a brown paper bag before settling on the small table in front of the couch, close enough he could chat with us without being overheard.

“Your little pregame show was brilliant and hot as fuck. Tell me, how close were you to coming, Atticus? That face you were making told me that if Asher didn’t behave, you’d have embarrassed yourself in front of everyone.”

It was true. At one point, Asher had me so aroused, I’d had to whisper in his ear to back the fuck off because I was dripping and aching and ten seconds from busting a nut.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would. Do you have your rules drawn up? Dean’s been asking.”

We did. Asher got up and found the envelope we’d prepared. He handed it to Jay, who edged the page out and unfolded it, scanning.

“Nothing huge,” Asher said. “But we need to be sure this doesn’t get leaked.”

Jay peered over top of the paper. “We’re not out to destroy your lives. Privacy will be assured. These sound reasonable.”

“Don’t you need to run it by Dean?” I asked.

“Nope. He trusts my judgment. One question.”

Asher and I waited.

“Can we make requests while it’s happening or direct your actions at all?”

“What do you mean?” Asher asked.

Jay checked to see where the crew was before lowering his voice. “Let’s say we want to see Atticus tongue fuck your ass. Can we ask, or do we just get what you give us?”

Asher paled. “Wait. What do you mean tongue fuck my ass? Atti—”

“You can direct, to a point. If it’s something we don’t want to do, we won’t do it. We have veto power,” I said.

Jay nodded, and Asher swung his head between us, confusion and anxiety bleeding from his core.

“That’s fair,” Jay said. “What’s wrong, Asher? Are you nervous?”

“No,” he snapped. “Why would you want him to tongue fuck my ass? That’s just … No. It’s weird, and why?”

Jay patted Asher’s knee. It was borderline condescending, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop my smile.

“I’m gonna leave that one for your brother to explain. I’m very excited about all this. I’m glad you agreed.”