And fuck if Tad didn't flush right on cue. Goddamn it. "Uh … Hey." He dragged a hand down his face, then ruffled it through his hair. Awkward.
"Mm." Scott grinned. "Shy boy has officially dethroned his lusty counterpart."
Tad stiffened, then scowled and stalked to the door. Scott laughed and followed him out.
"Hold up," he called, abruptly veering left. "Gonna grab something. I'll be right back."
Tad watched him disappear into an adjacent door not far from the one they'd just exited. So close, in fact, Tad suspected it led into that "observation room."
As he waited, his eyes rescanned the large, kinky room. All the creepy contraptions strangely seemed a lot less lewd. His gaze fell back to that horizontal board hanging some four feet off the floor. It looked sturdy enough to hold a man's weight, and capable to move like a … Ah, Tad surmised. So, that's what that was. Some kind of sexed-up swing.
An unbidden vision formed in his mind; of himself, on that plank, naked and on his back. Feet up and propped, knees bent, thighs spread, his bared ass resting right at the edge. Chest rising and falling in clear anticipation, his image gripped the corner cables by his head.
And then the scene added Scott to the mix. Jeans undone, hanging lazily off his hips, his glistening torso looked as ripped as ever. Feet braced, he clutched the cables by Tad's propped feet-down low for optimal maneuvering. He shoved Tad away, then yanked him back, burying himself deep in Tad's channel. Back and forth, back and forth, he rocked Tad like a pendulum, never once moving his hips. That crazy swing did all the work. Over and over, Scott's dick disappeared, reemerging just as fast every time. Tad's image moaned, his head falling back …
Tad's lips parted at the lusty scene. And son of a bitch, his stupid cock was starting to swell.
Scott cleared his throat.
Tad jerked. "You're back."
Scott glanced over to see what Tad had been staring at. Tad winced and rubbed the back of his neck. More awkward.
Thankfully, Scott just smiled, but didn't ask. "Here." He extended his hand, holding a business card and a … data stick?
Tad frowned, taking the items. "What's this?"
"Thumb drive."
Tad shot him a droll look. "Yes, I know what it is. I mean, what's on it."
Scott grinned. "A copy of our session."
Tad's jaw fell open. "What?"
Scott's face turned affronted. "What?"
"You recorded … what we did in there?"
Scott lifted a brow and shrugged. "Figured it'd be a good idea."
Tad seethed, teeth clenching. "Why the fuck for? You gonna post it on some porn site or something? 'Cause I swear to God, if you-"
"Relax." Scott scowled. "No one's gonna see it. It's for my protection." His smile returned. "And your viewing enjoyment."
"My viewing enjoyment?" Tad bristled, clutching the thing tight in his hand. "You seriously think I'd want to watch this?"
Scott's brown eyes hooded, his voice dipping low. "Wouldn't you?"
"No!"
Scott smirked. "Mm."
"What," Tad growled.
"You should."
"And why exactly is that?"
Scott's full lips curved higher. "Remember back in there … when we were-"
"Yes," Tad ground out. "I remember."
"Well, there was that one time when I really wished you could see, and … ." His grin came back full force. "And, well, now you can." He chuckled and shook his head. "I'm telling you, that awesome little wink thing you did-"
"Ugh," Tad grunted, pivoting around. "I really gotta go." But he didn't give the flash drive back, or Scott's card. Instead he shoved them deep in his pocket and bee-lined it for the stairs. Scott soundlessly followed him up to the foyer.
In all honesty, Tad should've been a hell of a lot angrier about his "video violation." Thing was, for some strange reason he trusted Scott and truly believed he'd keep their shit private. But damn it, now Tad could easily revisit their encounter every time his kinky side surfaced. Deep down he feared that might be way too often.
And Scott's contact info would only add fuel to the fire. Because at any given moment of horn-dog weakness-or hell, after a few too many beers-Tad could easily succumb to the temptation of making a visit.
But that really wasn't a reason to get shitty. Scott told him about the video even though Tad would never have known. And obviously he was hoping his "gift" would ensure Tad remembered their little encounter. Which was kind of cool … in a roundabout, convoluted way.