Our sex tape was surprisingly easy to edit. We had plenty of usable footage, so we mostly just had to decide which angles we liked best. We even cheated a little: we showed some of the same moments from different points of view, which made it look like we'd fucked longer than we actually had. I'd seen that technique used in professional porn, especially for cumshots, and my first instinct was to pooh-pooh it. But after trying it out myself, I found it did make the video hotter.
By that point, it almost seemed normal to watch myself having sex. It was kind of an out-of-body experience, though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It was like that time Chad and I had fucked at the gym, surrounded by mirrors, so we'd seen our own bodies in much the same way. The difference was that our gym sex was fleeting, so once it was over, the only place to replay it was in our minds. Whereas our sex tape had captured it all for posterity, so we could relive the fun wherever and whenever we wanted.
My favorite part was Chad's orgasm-- the first one I mean-- when I was fucking his ass and he busted all over himself. I must've watched that clip dozens of times. The audio was kind of crappy, but the image was still incredibly hot. I kept pretending I needed to fine-tune the edit, but the truth was, I just wanted to re-play that moment over and over. It got me so fucking hard. I kept remembering how Chad's body had felt when he spasmed, especially the way his hole had squeezed my dick and sent me over the edge--
"Hey guys," Seth said as he walked in the door.
I slammed my laptop shut as fast as I could. I'd expected him to knock, but then again, we were guests at his house. "H-hi," was all I could say.
Seth seemed to notice something was up. "I hope I wasn't interrupting you two--"
"Oh no, you're fine--"
"Scott, I just wanted to tell you, I can give you a ride to the airport tomorrow."
I felt my boner shrink a little. My week with Chad had been such an experience, in more ways than one, and I would've done anything to make it last longer. I especially hated not knowing when we'd see each other again. But I tried not to let on, at least in front of Seth. "Thanks man," I said. "You don't have to do that."
"It's no problem," he said. Then he pointed at one of the floor lamps, which we'd moved across the room. "Was that in your way?"
"Oh sorry," Chad said. "We meant to put it back. I mean, it was just really bright--"
"No worries, you can put it wherever you want. But if you want it less bright, you know it has a dimmer switch?"
"Oh really?" Chad asked. His acting skills were impressive: if I hadn't known better, I wouldn't have guessed he was playing dumb.
"Here, let me show you." Seth walked up to the lamp, turned it on, and adjusted it. He didn't seem to realize that Chad and I had done the same thing when we lit our little set.
"No shit," Chad said without a hint of irony. "I wish I'd known that before."
"Most of the other lamps have them too. So you can set them up however you want."
I didn't say a word. I could only hope Seth was really as clueless as he seemed. He presumably knew Chad and I were fucking, considering we were sharing a bed. But I didn't want him to find out any more than that, and I felt like we couldn't be too careful. I couldn't imagine having to explain why we'd made porn in his house. Not to mention how we'd defiled both his guest room and bathroom.
Seth just kept chatting away, and he invited us to hang out with him and Claire. I was tempted to say no, but I felt like I couldn't. After all, Seth had been a good host, so the least we could do was be sociable. And his intentions were good, since he clearly wanted me to enjoy my last night in town. He just didn't seem to realize I'd rather just spend it with Chad.
We ended up driving out to a park together. We checked out an old historic tavern, then strolled along a canal. We were basically on a double date, but it felt a little weird. Seth and Claire were your classic straight couple: he kept opening doors for her, while she lectured him on his manners, and they usually held hands as they walked. Chad and I had a totally different dynamic. We didn't have any real gender roles to follow, so we acted more like best friends, which in a way we were. I couldn't tell if this was just our nature-- considering we were both dudes-- or if we were subconsciously still afraid of acting gay in public, even now that we knew how accepting the city was.
We ended up by Great Falls, where the Potomac flowed over some really jagged rocks. The river was swollen from spring rains, so the falls were basically an angry brown torrent. It was a pretty impressive sight, especially from up close. Chad and I both leaned against the railing as we took in the scene.
I suddenly felt Chad's hand bump against mine. I looked down for a moment. I couldn't tell if he was purposely trying to hold my hand-- which he'd done before, albeit not very often-- or if it was just a meaningless gesture. Then I decided it didn't really matter. I tentatively slid my fingers over his. Chad didn't react at first, but then he wrapped his fingers around mine. The next thing I knew, he'd tightened his grip so hard that I couldn't have let go if I'd wanted to.
Something flashed nearby, we both flinched, and we saw Claire taking our picture. "Awww... that's so cute!"
Chad frowned. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Cute?"
"Don't be embarrassed. I mean it in a good way." Claire stepped over to us and showed us the picture.
"What the hell," Seth said. At first he seemed to be talking about us, but then I saw he was on the phone himself.
Claire looked over and shook her head. "You see what I deal with?" she asked.
Seth waved at her, but beyond that, he didn't seem to listen. "Okay, I gotta go," he said to his caller. "Let's talk in the morning... yeah okay. Thanks, you too." Then he hung up and stuck his phone in his pocket.
"Seth--"
"I'm sorry. It's just the field office again. It's been so hard to keep that place staffed--"
"I told you, you need to be able to step away from work. This is a perfect example."
"I know, but still." He nodded to me and Chad. "If you guys know anyone qualified--"
"Seth!"
"I'm just saying."
Claire rolled her eyes. "You're incorrigible...."
I just bit my lip. I thought of our visit to Seth's office a few days before. I couldn't help thinking Chad would fit right in working there. After all, this civic stuff was right up his alley. Plus, since Chad lived in their district, his house couldn't be far from their field office. It also wasn't too far from L.A., where his dad was supposed to be transferred. The possibilities seemed awfully enticing.
Chad seemed to be thinking along the same lines. He looked out at the water, and I could see the churning waves and eddies reflected in his eyes. To an untrained eye, he would've looked like he was just enjoying the view; but I knew better.
I waited to say something till after dinner, when we were back at Seth's place, and we had some time alone. "You know," I said, "I know a lot of things are up in the air right now... at least till your dad's out of the hospital. But you know I haven't made plans for summer. So wherever you end up... I want to be there with you."
