Caught on Camera: Part Three by Lily Harlem

Chapter Twelve
     
     
     
    Reece had never been over the Atlantic Ocean before so Cade, who had once, let him sit by the window.
    He was amazed at the cold expanses of snow as they traveled high over Greenland and Canada, then excited to see icebergs floating in the dark water. They looked tiny from thirty-five thousand feet in the air but he knew they must be enormous to be visible from such a height.
    Across the aisle, Donna and Jack were plugged into their personal screens, and Cade was sleeping next to him with his headphones on. The movie Cade had been watching finished ages ago and it was just a blank screen. Reece didn’t bother to turn it off or adjust it. The rest would do Cade good, because they’d been on the go non-stop since yesterday.
    It had been a whirlwind of packing and shutting up his flat after filming the first scene of Slippery Slots . He’d signed a contract—agreeing to star in the entire movie in return for ten thousand pounds and all expenses paid.
    All expenses paid . Reece had never had all expenses paid before, not even a free lunch. He couldn’t quite believe he was on his way to Las Vegas and the plane ticket hadn’t cost him a penny. He usually budgeted all year for a fortnight in Magaluf with his mates.
    “Would you like another drink, sir?”
    Reece looked up at the air stewardess. “Er, yes please—a beer if you have one.”
    “Certainly. And your friend?”
    Reece looked at Cade, who was now not just his friend but Reece’s lover and co-star. “No, leave him sleeping.”
    She nodded and passed him a can of beer and a plastic glass.
    Reece popped the pull, poured then looked at Cade. He was so damn handsome in a dark, brooding, sexy-as-fuck way. Yet Reece knew that he could turn on the charm, be teasing and cocky and also serious and organized. There was something about Cade that made Reece feel warm inside—like he really wasn’t alone for the first time in what felt like forever.
    He studied the way Cade’s stubble—trimmed and neat—coated his top lip, was carefully sculpted around his jaw then faded down his throat. It was neater now than on that first day he’d met him in the Henley-Smythe’s garden and they’d shagged in the light of day. Scrubbing up and a bit of personal grooming had been required for the porn movie they were the new lead actors of and there was no doubt about it… Cade scrubbed up well.
    Reece sipped on his beer then reached for the Slippery Slots script from the front pocket of his backpack. He opened it up and hoped the person behind wouldn’t read between the gap in the seats. If they did, they were likely in for a shock, unless of course gay porn was their thing.
    He’d had time to flick through the next dozen pages of the script, but not really any chance to study it or learn his lines. He zipped past the first big scene. They’d done that in England. Reece smiled. It had been fun. Champagne, strawberries, blow jobs and fucking on a bed of black silk sheets and red rose petals. He’d been given permission to ad lib if necessary and, even though it was his first time knowingly performing on film, he’d taken that a step further and switched himself to top when it had come to the grand finale.
    He snuck another look at Cade.
    His head had rolled to the left a little, so Reece shifted his pillow so he wouldn’t get a crick in his neck. He looked so relaxed now, not like when Reece had said, “Turn your cute arse around and let me get you ready.” No, then Cade’s mouth had dropped open and surprise had crossed his eyes. But he’d done it, despite it being in the script that Reece get fucked. Cade had done as Reece had asked and let him at his sexy arse.
    And damn, it had been good. Just like when Cade had shoved his cock in Reece’s hole the day before, the orgasm had been spectacular. With the camera there, too, catching all the deliciously carnal details, Reece was actually looking forward to seeing the film and watching himself