Free Caught on Camera: Part Four by Lily Harlem Page B

into soft shoes then stuck his iPhone onto charge. He didn’t need to take it with him. As he walked to the door, he pulled up the script in his mind. He’d need to concentrate. There was more dialog in this scene than any of the others and it had to be right.
    They headed down the elevator, or rather, the inclinator. Because The Luxor hotel was a pyramid shape, the engineers had designed the lifts so they rode on a slope.
    Again Jack was silent, his camera held low and his shades on. He wore an Arsenal football top and blue cotton shorts. His legs were skinny and pale and he’d added white socks to his leather sandals.
    Once more the lobby was buzzing with activity. The area was vast and when they reached the center, Jack stopped.
    “We’ll go from here,” he said, hoisting his camera up and aiming it at Reece and Cade. A few people glanced their way, but most carried on with what they were doing.
    “Right,” Cade said, brushing his hand down the front of his shirt to remove any creases.
    “Okay,” Reece said, hoping to goodness he’d remember his lines.
    “Action,” Jack said.
    Cade smiled and slipped his arm through Reece’s. “This is so exciting, Timothy. I’ve always wanted to come here with you.”
    Reece pressed his hand over Cade’s. “Me too, thank you again for organizing it. And for yesterday with Bret.”
    “Cut,” Jack said, swinging the camera down. “It’s not Bret, is it? It’s Grayson, that’s his on-screen name.”
    “Fuck, sorry,” Reece said, shaking his head.
    Jack tutted and waved his hand. “Step back a few paces. Start again.”
    “Don’t worry about it,” Cade said quietly.
    “Stupid mistake,” Reece said.
    Jack settled the camera high again and looked through the lens. “Action.”
    Again Cade smiled and slipped his arm through Reece’s. “This is so exciting, Timothy. I’ve always wanted to come here with you.”
    Reece pressed his hand over Cade’s. “Me too. Thank you again for organizing it—and for yesterday with Grayson. That made the trip extra special.”
    “Yes, it was a pretty amazing fuck. Was it everything you hoped it would be? I know you’ve thought about a threesome for a long time now.”
    “It was everything and more. It was so damn hot seeing you do a cowboy and to have another person with us, that was special.” Phew, that had been the truth. Seeing Cade come with his cock in Bret’s arse had been amazing. He’d gotten to look him in the eye, enjoy every micro expression that crossed his face and concentrate on the deep gurgling sounds of pleasure he’d made.
    “But it was also special when he went,” Cade said.
    “Yes, because it’s only you in my life, Jenson. I might enjoy another cock now and then, but only if you’re there.”
    “Yeah, if we’re together, having fun, it’s not cheating, is it?”
    “Definitely not. In fact, I think it brings us closer.”
    They walked on a hard golden-tiled floor past several large sphinxes on marble plinths. Palm trees grew alongside them—the ceiling was so high—and on the wall an Egyptian chariot had been painted onto the stonework.
    With Jack walking backwards, still filming, they stepped into the glare of the desert sunshine. The sky was vast, waterless and blinding.
    Both men dropped their shades on, then as scripted, held hands and walked to the steps as Jack stayed still, filming their backs.
    “Cut,” he shouted after a several seconds. “That’s it. On to the Strip.”
    Reece wasn’t sure how he was going to breathe in the intense heat. The air was like sucking in the blast of a hairdryer. He was sure it was hotter than it had been the day before, but then he had mostly stayed in the air-conditioned bedroom—naked.
    They walked in front of Jack for a while. Reece was quietly going through the next lines in his head. He’d studied them that morning while he’d had breakfast in the room, and he did pretty much know them, especially when prompted by Cade’s