Chapters (22)
- End Scene
- WARNING
- NOTE TO READER
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Epilogue
- Atti and Ash’s End Scene Playlist
- Other Titles by Nicky James
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Asher turned beet red. He jumped up and paced. “I don’t know. You’re gay, so explain what my role is. I watched some porn but … how do I know what’s realistic and what’s embellished? Those guys put on a hell of a show.”
“Better than straight porn, huh?”
“More … aggressive?”
Could this be any weirder?
“So what are you looking for?”
“Give us a scenario,” Asher continued. “Run through a type of scene we should do and tell me the basics of my role, then let’s try it. If I screw up or need directing, end the scene, and we’ll start again.”
So now I needed to direct my brother on how to fake fuck me. Wonderful. I hoped there was a clause in the contract that covered both our therapy bills because we would need it after this.
“All right. Fine. I’m the nervous virgin, right? So assigning roles is easy if we go with the common stereotypes. You’re topping. I’m bottoming.”
Asher’s face paled, but he nodded. “Okay. What’s that mean for me?”
“Um. Topping means—”
“I know what topping means. I mean, in general, what does it mean for me?”
“Well, it means a great deal. Ender has more experience than Elliot. You will guide the process. When it comes to positions, you have multiple options. One, you can take me on all fours from behind. It will likely be portrayed as less intimate, especially if you act out the whole hair pulling, ass pounding, rock the bed and crack the headboard bit.”
“Um— The what now?”
“You could also take me face-to-face, which is … more personal. That’s where the intimacy might show more. Charlotte and Lewis will probably prefer that way. You’ll need to position my legs to get a good angle. Raised up, you know?” Based on the look on his face, he didn’t know—or didn’t want to know. “Like … put them on your shoulders or press them to my chest. I could hold them. Never mind, I’ll do that.”
Now my face was warm, and Asher looked concerned, but he didn’t vocalize his questions.
“Okay. That’s … a start,” he said, sweating.
“Or we could lay on our sides, you behind me again. You could also lay on your back, and I could ride you either facing you or facing away. That’s good for a first-time position too. It puts me in control so when you fake penetrate me—”
“That’s… Stop! That’s enough for now. Let’s … try one of those and never say penetrate again.”
“Right. Deal.” I glanced around his bedroom. “Are we doing this in underwear or naked? Lewis will want us naked.”
“Um.” Asher scanned his room too, shuffling his feet. “Maybe underwear at first until we get the moves down and figure out how to comfortably move through some scenarios?”