Page 158 of For the Fans
Slipping the shirt I stole over my head, I rush to the door, crushing the grin on my lips. I’m mostly kidding with this ensemble, but I also really want to see the expression on his face.
Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I whip open the door and grab him by the shirt, hauling him inside. His eyes are wide, a smile resting on his full lips that seems to be accompanying this cute little chuckle.Very uncharacteristic for my stepbrother.
But fromKyran… The Kyran I spent Christmakkah with, in my bed at our parents’ house… I think it’s a special gift for only me.
Like the Boston Red Sox cap he gave me, mumbling an adorable, “Because I couldn’t stand looking at that Yankees hat for one more second.”
Really, though…Since when is he so cute??
Kyran steps in front of me, grin widening as his head slants, arms folded over his chest while he looks me up and down. “So I didn’t actually lose my jersey… You stole it.”
I drag my bottom lip between my teeth, and his hazel eyes zone in on it happening. “I think you should be thanking me for locating it.”
He chuckles, crowding into my space, his hand sliding up the material of his football jersey covering my chest. “You know I never washed this after my last game…” His smile brushes mine, and I hum.
“I like it. You smell hot,” I rasp, and he laughs again.
Clasping my hands in the silky strands of his honey-colored hair, I pull him closer, kissing him slow, playing with his tongue until I’m jittering like a fiend.
“You look so good in this,” he purrs into my mouth, clutching a fistful of his jersey while our bodies writhe together, lips working up ravenous suction. “Better than anyone else who’s ever worn it…”
“Even you?” I tease.
“You wish, dumbass.” He grins, backing me up against the door, both of our dicks straining between us.
Except that he’s wearing pants, and I only have my Calvins on… So it feelsreallyfucking good when he drags all those inches along mine.
Spinning and pushing him against the wall with a grunt, I kiss him harder, working us both into a trance while my hand slides in between us to cover his erection.
“You want me to leave it on?” I ask, easing him backwards, toward the bedroom.
He nods frantically, and I can’t help the salacious smirk on my swollen lips.
We were supposed to stay at home for a week, but it became clear from being there for two seconds that Kyran didn’t want to do that. So the day after Christmas, I pitched the idea to him about making up some football excuse so we could come back to the dorms early. I would’ve liked to spend some more time with my mom, but I think getting Kyran out of there was a little more important.
So we came back to BC two days ago, and have spent pretty much every waking minute of that time with our hands, mouths, and dicks otherwise indisposed.
I told him it would make more sense for him to just stay here… While everyone else is away for Christmas break. Why not recreate that amazing night we had at home over and over again, for as long as we can?
But Kyran is still hesitant. I can’t say I expected him to just drop all of his straight-guy nervousness right away. I’m just glad that he keeps coming over here, willingly, no longer under the guise of recording ourselves for the OnlyFans. Of course, we do still do that… Because it’s what we’re used to, and it’s fun. But it doesn’t feel like anecessityanymore, which is as amazing as it is unnerving.
If we’re not doing this for the fans, then that means we’re doing it… for each other. For arelationshipof some kind. And I don’t think Kyran is prepared to deal with that. Truth be told, I’m not sure I am either. Because I’ve never done anything like that before. Not with a guy… Not withanyone.
I’m a relationship virgin, and it has me in a constant state of panic that I’ll do something to scare him off.We all know he’s more than skittish as it is…
“Avi…” He mumbles on my lips in between us mauling each other on the way to my bed. “I have a surprise for you…”
“Yea,” I hum, pulling him on top of me as I crash down onto it. “I have a surprise for you, too.”
“Okay, but mine actually doesn’t involve sex.” He stops me before I can rip his shirt over his head.
“Oh?” I breathe, chest jumping from how goddamn turned on I am.
He shakes his head, brows zipping together. “Why… does yours?” I nod, biting my lip.
“Oh…” He slides his fingers over my abs, still covered by his jersey. “Well, I guess we could do yours first then.”
This time, I shake my head. “No, no. Now I want to hear about this non-sexual surprise you have for me.”
