A small shift, and it could turn into fucking. Did Asher know that? All the top guy had to do was line up and push in, provided lube and prep had come into play off-screen, which it often did in porn. Would Ash even know about lube and prep?

“Just a heads up.” My voice croaked, so I cleared my throat. “Frotting will make you hard. It will make us both hard. There will be no stopping it. That’s a whole lot of dick friction, and I’m not sure you can fake getting that close and not be grinding together. Underwear or not.”

“Oh.”

“Thought you might want to know. I mean, I think this is the kind of stuff Lewis will want to film. It’s sexy, raw, and you don’t really see anything. He might add a blanket to our lower halves to hide the action and make it more implied to the audience. We can try it, but I don’t want you freaking out if we’re both hard when it happens.”

“Oh. But … you’d try it?”

“Ash, I don’t give a shit. We need to make something happen for the camera. I’m resigned to having a hard-on no matter what we do. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s fake. I mean, the hard-on is real, but it doesn’t mean I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah. Me too.” Ash rubbed the back of his neck and kept watching.

The camera angle had changed, and top guy was pumping both their dicks together in his big hand. Obviously we weren’t going to do that, but I couldn’t stop the tingling in my balls while I watched. I could really do without my brother standing beside me for five minutes while his choice of porn played out.

He didn’t scroll past this part and watched the action, studying every move the two people on screen made like he was going to write a paper about it later.

And out came the lube.

Top guy squirted a good dollop into his palm, coated his monster erection with a few strokes then inserted two fingers into bottom guy’s ass, pumping them and stretching him. It lasted less than a minute before top bent bottom in half and sank into him in one smooth motion. Bareback. I fucking loved bareback porn.

My mouth watered as my dick gave a sad, needy pulse I had no choice but to ignore.

Later, buddy.

I slammed the laptop closed and adjusted my way-too-tight jeans around the swell in my pants. “So, yeah. That’s enough of that.”

Ash didn’t move. He continued to stare at the closed laptop. I couldn’t read his mind. He was too lost in his head.

“Does it hurt?” he whispered.