GENRE: Gay BDSM Spicy Romance (MMM)
LENGTH: 12,678 words
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Sequel to Another Luck Day

Hunter Lewis has never believed in luck. He still doesn't, not really. Two years ago, however, his life changed when Lynn Valentine requested him as his partner in his very first shoot for Naked Boys Films. Something happened that day, a spark caught fire between Hunter and Lynn that hasn't lessened at all. They've since become two of Naked Boys' most popular models, and have fallen completely in love with each other.

Lynn calls it another luck day, a day that set them together on this new course. Luck or not, Hunter couldn't be more pleased with these results, being in the best relationship of his life since that day.

Today, they're doing something a little different. A cozy, domestic film for the holidays. What Lynn doesn't know, though, is Hunter's been planning this for a few months as one of his gifts for the holidays, and a surprise guest will be joining them. And Gunner Lund, a legend in the adult film industry, will be more than happy to help Hunter remove Lynn from Santa's naughty list.

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

First things first, though, Hunter and Lynn sit on the couch together. Since today's scene requires Lynn to start off in a robe, he's still wearing it over his boxer shorts. Which sucks because that means he won't be topless doing their start-up interview with Sam. That, honestly, should be a crime punishable by whatever Hunter's twisted mind can come up with.

Hunter, on the other hand, reaches behind his back and tugs off his shirt, leaving him in only a pair of green silky pajama pants. He’s about to fluff out his hair, like his fans love, when Lynn's fingers run through it instead.

“Sorry.” Lynn snickers. He's not sorry at all. Then again, Hunter's not sure why he'd apologize anyway. “Just wanted to touch you.”

“Mmm.” Hunter takes hold of the fingers still combing through his hair and kisses Lynn's knuckles. “No need to apologize. I love when you touch me.”

“Look at these two,” Sam says, the camera already pointed at them. “A million years together and they still act like they're teenagers.”

Glancing at Sam at the same time, Hunter laughs, and Lynn takes the opportunity

to show off just how much that statement is true. He lunges right against Hunter's lap, flinging his legs over it and planting a big, sloppy kiss.

“Ugh, you two are so ridic.” Sam laughs. “Anyways, everyone, as you can see, we're back with Hunter Lewis, A.K.A. the Duke.”

Hunter winks and blows his patent kiss, and says, low and heated, “Hello, my babies.”

“And Lynn Valentine, A.K.A. Cupid.”

Lynn, still practically in Hunter's lap, gives Sam's camera his big, friendly smile and an overzealous wave.

“Hi!”

So much like an excited puppy. Still. Good days. Bad days. In between days. He'll always be Hunter's over-excited giant puppy. And, typically of a giant pup, he thinks he's a lapdog.

“Okay, so we're doing a special holiday spectacular with some of Naked Boys’ sexiest boys.” Sam would say that about anyone, but it still pulls a giggle out of the two of them. “You guys excited to share the holidays with us?”

“Come on, you know I'm excited to do anything with you, Sammy,” Hunter answers. “And having my Lynn here makes it all the more special.”

Lynn giggles again and plays with the chain around his neck.

“I've never done a holiday shoot,” Lynn says. “I can't wait to see what you do with us.”

Sam exchanges a tiny, blink-and-you-miss-it look with Hunter. The only one not in on today's shenanigans is poor, little Lynn. Well, not little. Nothing about Lynn is little.

“Well, lovely Lynn,” Sam says, “before we continue, I just wanna make sure that everyone got the rewrite.”

While this doesn’t come as a surprise to Hunter because, yes, he did get the so-called “rewrite”, Lynn lifts his head and shakes it.

“Wait, what? What rewrite? There’s a rewrite? I-I didn’t get anything.”

“You didn’t?” Sam asks. “I could’ve sworn I sent it over.”

“I got it,” Hunter says. “Didn’t you, Lynn?”

“No!” Lynn exclaims. “What’s going on? What happened?”

“Okay then.” Sam takes another sip of his coffee. “Tim, hon?”

Tim, Sam’s boyfriend and one of the most sought after set designers in their line of work, abandons trying to fluff out the throw rug in front of the fireplace and comes over.

“Yes, love?”

“Would you be a dear and fetch our guest for me?”

“Sure thing.”

“Guest?” Lynn looks between both Hunter and Sam. “This is a three-way?”

“Didn’t you read today’s contract, baby doll?” Hunter asks. Probably not. After a while, they become so commonplace, no one actually bothers to read through them when they think they know what the shoot is. “Hmm?”

The look on Lynn's face is utterly adorable. All confused and clearly aware that he’s missed something, while unsure how to put together what’s going on.

Before he can voice any more of his confusion, Tim returns with the aforementioned guest. The second Lynn notices who else they’re going to be working with today, his jaw drops. Professional or not, Lynn’s jaw literally drops.