Page 113 of For the Fans
Sure, it was both of our first times doing it with a guy, but it doesn’t have tomeananything. It’s just physical, and it’s for money.
So then why can’t I stop thinking about his lips on my goddamn jaw??
I’m way too wired now to fall back to sleep. Grabbing the bowl I keep in my nightstand packed with an indica that works to relax my mind, I take a couple of hits, pressing play on our cherry-popping video.
And my eyes are instantly wide, because it looks… Well, there’s no other way to put it. It looks fuckingbonkers.
From the start, it’s like we weren’t recording at all. It’s just chemistry, from the first kiss, to the first moment I push inside him, to the way his toes curl in his socks—yes, he apparently left his socks on… I hadn’t even noticed—right before he starts to come.
It doesn’t look like porn… Because it’sreal. Like a hidden camera capturing two stepbrothers succumbing to mutual, lust-drunk desire.
Whether or not that’s what it actually is remains to be seen. But the fact is that this video we just made is by far the hottest thing I’ve ever watched with my own two eyes.
Goddamn… It literally looks like I’m making love to him.
I’m not sure how Kyran is going to react to seeing this, but I know without a shred of doubt that the fans are going to blow their lids. Hell, my cock is rock solid myself, and I’minthe video.
You’d think watching a video of yourself fucking would be embarrassing or contain at least a moment or two that makes you cringe. An awkward facial expression or a weird noise. But this one has none of that… From start to finish, it’s fuckingfire.
Breathing out slowly, I stop it at the part where I’m watching cum seep from his ass. I grab my phone, making a mental noteto incorporate some POV shots next time when I notice the texts from earlier. From Kyran.
Tapping on them, I tug my lip between my teeth.
Kyran: Hey…
Kyran: Are you up?
Kyran: Ok that sounds booty-callish. Sorry I was just wondering if you’re awake…
Kyran: Can I come over? This party is dumb and I was thinking about what you said…
Kyran: About the jackpot.
Kyran: Whatever. I decided that I might want to… So can I see you?
Kyran: Avi… Are you ignoring me?
Kyran: I’m here
Kyran: I’m outside. Let me in.
Kyran: Don’t be a dick just open the fucking door
Kyran: I’m sorry about the locker room…
Kyran: You were right ok? I liked it…
Kyran: Do I need to say the magic words or something?? Jesus… I want you to fuck me Avi. Ok?? Satisfied?? Open the fucking door
Kyran: Wow that was stupid. Delete that text please.
And that was the last message… The one he was sending when I came to the door.
Swallowing feels exceptionally difficult as I stare at the phone screen, biting away the smile that’s trying to cross over my lips.
This thing was already complicated as fuck before. But now, with these stupid butterflies bounding around in my gut, it’s just turned into the biggest mess of my life.
He bottomed… But I feel like I’m the one who’sfucked.
