FANFICTION When it just happens

Chapter 2 Substitute stimulation

He saw the touches and looks of his friends through the camera.

Always through that filter.

The camera.

How can they look so authentic in front of the camera?

It imposes its dogmas on them, after all.

All fanservice?

How do they manage to really feel the moments when they are so dazzled by the camera?

It's all just theater.

True feelings can't be shown so openly.

Only the camera and its accompanying agreements and goals are in the foreground.

This cannot be reconciled.

James cannot take what happens in front of the camera for true.

And yet he admired his friends and felt their happy love flowing through him.

A warm wind that blew him again and again to what he consciously blanked out.

James squinted intermittently at the beguiling scent behind him.

Net looked cute with his black apron.

His black hair lay perfectly with few strands hanging down his tanned skin on his striking face.

His large, dark eyes were fixed on the crackling embers.

His skin.

On his arms.

And James allowed himself only a moment to look at the contrast of the black apron against his bare skin.

Elevations.

His muscular arms.

And he was caught by Nat's gaze, looking at him just so.

And James turned his gaze away from him.

His lips seemed to pout at himself.

He should refrain from doing that.

And besides, Net hasn't exchanged a word with him since they started hanging out here at the pool with those lovebirds.

Actually, he's relieved.

Finally Net is giving him his space.

He's probably exhausted from his constant flirting.

The others are the center of attention anyway.

Net can relax and not play the lover.

It's okay.

There's no camera on them right now.

"Mhmm, you smell so good!", James startled when he suddenly heard Net from behind.

So close.

He had tentatively pressed his face into James' hair and was taking in his scent.

"Here, I picked out the best bits for you!", James caught sight of his hand with a plate in front of him, "Only the best for my darling!", Net purred and grabbed James' frozen hand with his free hand.

He guided it to the plate and tenderly stroked his thumb before disappearing again as quickly as he appeared.

And James' heart raced madly.

He couldn't help himself.

Against this happy seething in his body.

A tingling sensation so strong surrounded his skin that he felt numb.