E6: You Wanna Watch? | Brad & Cody Content Partners

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

Recap: Brad asked me not to freak out; his friend Jason needed a place to crash for the night. Said he’d just left his old place and had nowhere to go. I wasn’t thrilled, but fine, one night.
Jason showed up early morning, quiet, clearly exhausted, and yeah… unexpectedly hot. There wasn’t much talking. He crashed shirtless on our couch and slept through most of the day. Brad had to leave for work, so I was left alone with Jason and things were about to get interesting.

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Jason slept the entire. morning.

Not in a peaceful way...more like a guy who’d run out of places to be, finally giving in. He crashed on our couch the moment he came in, face first, shirtless, shoes half-kicked off. Didn’t ask for anything. Didn’t explain. Just muttered a quiet thanks to Brad and passed out.

I let him be.

By the time he got up, it was well past noon. Brad had already left...some gym stuff he was doing. Said he'd be gone most of the day. Left me a note by the coffee machine and a little “Be nice to Jason” at the end. Classic.

Jason was still knocked out on the couch, his chest rising, breathing deep. Dude looked like he hadn’t rested in days. I figured I’d let him sleep a bit longer.

It was long after two when I finally nudged him awake.

“Hey,” I said gently. “You haven’t eaten anything. I made lunch.”

Jason blinked slowly, eyes adjusting. He sat up, rubbed his face. “Shit. What time is it?”

“Almost three,” I said, smiling. “You good?”

He nodded vaguely, still dazed, then looked around like he had to remember where he was. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to just crash like that.”

“You were out cold,” I said, handing him a plate. “No one’s judging.”

He took the food and sat back against the cushions. He had that gym-bodied look-fit, veiny arms, broad shoulders. Clearly used to working out. Quiet, too, in a way that felt like effort. Like he didn’t want to talk but didn’t want to be rude either.

We ate in silence for a few minutes before I said it.

“You seem... kinda upset,” I offered carefully. “I know you don’t know me, but if it makes you feel better to talk...go for it. I won’t judge.”

Jason looked over at me, like he wasn’t sure if he should say anything. Then he sighed. “My ex is sleeping with my brother.”

I blinked. “Fuck. Okay. That’s... a lot.”

Jason shrugged like it was nothing, but I could tell it wasn’t. “We were already broken up. But still. Finding out they’d been... seeing each other behind my back...kinda fucks with your head, you know?”

I didn’t push. I just nodded.

“Damn. I’m sorry,” I said. “That’s... really messed up. But I mean, it’s not really cheating if you were already broken up, right?”

He looked over, tense.

I held up my hands. "Hey, no offense,” I said, hands up. “But maybe your ex had his reasons. And I mean... if your brother looks even half as hot as you, I kinda don’t blame him"

Jason gave me a look, one eyebrow raised. “Wow. That’s comforting.”

I laughed. “I mean, come on, if I looked like you, I wouldn’t leave me either.”

He rolled his eyes, but I saw the corner of his mouth twitch. The guy hadn’t smiled since walking in this morning. Maybe that was a win.

“I’m serious, though,” I added, setting a plate down in front of him. “You didn’t deserve that. No matter the reason. You don’t do that to someone, especially with your own brother.”

Jason nodded, eyes dropping to the food. “Yeah. I know. It’s just… fucked up. Like, I’m not even mad that they fucked. I’m mad that they lied. That they made me feel crazy for feeling like something was off.”

I pulled out a chair and sat across from him. “That shit sticks with you. Makes you question your own gut.”

He nodded again, quieter this time. “Exactly.”

We ate in silence for a minute. The only sound was the clink of forks and the soft hum of traffic outside the apartment window. Jason still looked tired, but lighter somehow. Less tense.

“You make this?” he asked after a while, looking down at the plate.

I grinned. “Nah. UberEats. I just plated it like a domestic husband.”

He smirked. “It’s good.”

“Thanks. I warmed it up with emotional support and gay thoughts.”

He actually laughed at that. Full-on, head tilted back, laugh. I stared at him for a second. He really was hot. In that older-guy-who-works-out-and-has-backstory kind of way. Stubble, strong arms, those sad eyes you kinda wanted to kiss better.

“Brad and I were actually gonna film a scene tonight,” I said casually, sipping from my glass. “Just something for our page. Keep the subscribers fed.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yeah. Something simple. Lights, camera, spit. You know.”

He nodded slowly. “Huh.”

I waited a beat. Then: “You could watch, if you want.”

His head snapped up. “What?”

I shrugged. “I mean… if that’s not weird. I just figured. You said you’ve seen our stuff.”

He laughed , “Yeah. I’ve seen a few. You guys are… convincing.”

I grinned. “You mean hot.”

“I mean you look like you’re actually into each other. Most couples who make content don’t."

I softened a little at that. “We are. Into each other, I mean. But we also like being watched. It kind of adds something. So, if you’re down…”

Jason leaned back, stretching his arms above his head. His abs flexed with the motion, distracting as hell. “Would I be on camera?”

“Not unless you want to be.”

“And if I say yes to watching?”

I gave him a look. “Then I’d tell Brad, and I guarantee he’ll get hard the second I say it.”

Jason smirked again. “Then I guess we’ll see.”

Later that evening, when Brad got home, I pulled him into the bedroom while Jason was in the shower. I closed the door behind us and whispered, “Okay, so, remember how we were gonna film tonight?”

Brad looked at me sideways. “Uh-huh.”

“Well… Jason kind of wants to watch.”

Brad’s eyebrows went up. “Oh really? Look at you. Weren’t you the one all ‘why’s he staying over’ this morning?”

“Yeah well, people grow.”

Brad laughed. “You trying to fuck him now?”

I rolled my eyes. “He said just watching.”

Brad stepped close, smirking. “I bet he watches with his hand in his pants.”

I shrugged. “Maybe. He didn’t say.”

Brad grinned. “You think he’d want to join in?”

“I don’t know,” I said, honest. “But I think he’d be tempted.”

Brad leaned in, lips brushing my jaw. “Fuck, this could be hot.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “You, me, and a heartbroken hot guy jerking off in the corner? Yeah, babe. That’s my kind of porn.”

I laughed. “You’re so predictable.”

Brad kissed me, then whispered, “Ask him. Let’s see how far he’s willing to go.”


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