For the fans, p.24
For The Fans, page 24
“Huh?”
“When I was hooking up with Lexi… I couldn’t even get hard. Because your dumb fucking words poisoned my brain.”
Avi is still, just breathing, our chests resting together as they move in tandem, up and down. His hips shift and he squirms.
“What?” I growl, annoyed that he seems like he wants to move when all I want to do is just lie here and pretend we’re both dead.
“I mean…” His voice creeps out in a hesitant rumble, “You’re hard right now…”
My jaw tenses. “No, I’m not.”
“Yea… you are.” He moves his hips again, and I feel it, like a wave of sensation raining tingles between my legs. “Your dick is… fuck, it’s like stone.”
Lifting my head just a little, I peek in between our bodies at the visible erection trying to fight its way out of my pants. Another hopeless sigh comes from my mouth, and this time I drop my head down onto his shoulder.
“Why am I so hard?” I whine, so goddamn confused and full of resentment. “Why am I hard now…? It’s so fucking stupid. My dick is broken.”
“Jesus, how drunk are you?” Avi chuckles, and it annoys me enough to lift my head again.
“You broke my dick.” I glare at him.
He’s clearly trying to stifle a smirk as he raises his fingers to brush them through my hair. “Yea, I don’t think that’s it.”
Jerking away from his touch, I roll off of him onto my back. “Whatever. I’m fucked. I’m probably gonna lose to Virginia Tech, again, all because I can’t get my head on straight…”
Before I can even process it, he rolls on top of me, straddling me and pinning my wrists to the floor. My eyes widen, heat rushing up my neck.
“Then let me help you.” His head tilts as he gazes curiously down at me.
I swallow a thick, scratchy gulp. “How…?”
Sloping his face over mine, he stops when the tips of our noses are touching. “Give your dick what it wants.”
Shivers sheet my flesh, though I’m so hot it’s like I’m standing on the sun. I force a shake of my head while gawking up at him. “My dick is a moron.”
He chuckles, bringing even more warmth to my face. “That’s probably true… But who cares? Stop fighting what feels good, Kyran.”
Stop fighting.
My brain wants me to protest. To insist that this isn’t me, and that I hate him, because he’s a stoner dipshit who smiles way too much, and doesn’t know me at all.
But at the same time, I am tired. Tired of pretending this stupid secret business isn’t the most exciting thing I’ve ever done. Tired of acting like it doesn’t thrill me to my bones to know that people are begging and pleading to see what we can do behind closed doors.
It doesn’t have to mean anything… Not right now.
Maybe right now it’s the opposite of football. A way to give up control and responsibility… And just be stupid with him. For a little while…
Until we make the money we need. And then it’ll be done.
Pressing my lips together, I wobble my head in a little shake, because I don’t know what to say.
But Avi doesn’t seem to care that I’m lost, or confused or unsure. He eases his lips onto mine, just a soft brush before whispering, “We should fuck, Kyran.”
My heart is racing, fingers threading through his where he’s holding my hands down as I mutter, “For the fans… Right?”
His lashes flutter and he peers down at me, nodding slowly. “Yea. Yea, totally… For the fans.”
I don’t even want to think about how hard my dick is right now. It’s way too confusing. Instead, I just focus on the task at hand. The business.
“Are you sure you can handle me… fucking you…” I choke on the words. “In the ass?”
He breathes a rumbling laugh, pressing his hips down onto mine, our dicks reacquainted once more. I despise how much it lights me the fuck up. “The way I see it, the other way around might make more sense.”
A nervous chill sweeps through me, and I shake my head. “No way. You are not putting your dick anywhere near my ass.”
“Says who?” he hums, brushing his lips down my jaw.
“Says me.”
“Mmm… You don’t know what you want.” He drops a kiss on my throat. “I think you might love me fucking you… in the ass.”
A soft sound gasps from my lips, and I cover it by clearing my throat. “No. You’re taking it.” He pulls back and gives me a squinting look. “End of discussion, Avi.”
“We’ll flip for it.” He grins.
“No fucking way!” I rip my hands out of his. “I’m not gonna flip a coin to decide who fucks who.”
“Whom.”
“I’m going to hit you.” I glare at him, sitting up on my elbows while he backs up.
“Okay, well, I’m not going to let you fuck me just because you think you’re in charge.” He scoffs. Then his fingers brush over the outline of my cock, and I shudder. “I think we both know you need to loosen the reins on that control that keeps you all bunched up with stress.”
I roll my eyes. “So you’re saying a ride on your dick is like a trip to a day spa?”
“Could be.” His grin widens, and he shrugs. “You’ll never know if you don’t try…”
“See, this is why we can’t do this,” I sigh. “We can’t agree on anything.”
Avi crawls off of me and rises to his feet. “That’s where you’re wrong.” He extends his hand to me, and I stare at it. “I think we can agree, you just need to stop being so stubborn.”
Puffing out an exhale, I allow my shoulders to fall back, easing out of my inner tension long enough to take his hand. He yanks me to my feet, but doesn’t let go.
Instead, he drags me, stumbling, into his bedroom.
“What…” My eyes fall to his bed, where we sucked each other off the last time I was here, and I gulp. “What did you have in mind…?”
“Neither of us have ever done any butt stuff before…” He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Right?”
My teeth grind together, grumbling over the noise in my head. “No. Definitely not.”
“So if either one of us is going to get fucked in the ass, we’ll need to prepare for it.” He stares at me, like he’s waiting for a reaction. But I’m just staring back. “Like, priming.”
“Priming??” I huff. “What kind of word is priming?”
“It’s a word, don’t worry about it.” He tugs his shirt over his head, then shoves his pants down.
And he’s not wearing any boxers underneath. So now he’s just standing, naked in front of me, in only a backwards cap and a smirk, like something about this is fucking funny.
“Dude… what the fuck.” I look away, and he laughs.
“Kyran, for fuck’s sake…” He sighs, strutting over to his bed and crashing down onto it. “How are we going to have sex if you can’t even look at me naked?”
“That’s a great question…” I mutter, peeking at him.
He’s lying on his side, watching me. Dick half-hard, head propped up by his elbow. And I’m buzzing with all sorts of things… Mostly annoyance. Because he’s so goddamn irritating, but I can’t help how I feel compelled to counter him.
To let go of my hang-ups and match his energy; to prove I’m not the uptight, preppy asshole he thinks I am.
So in that spirit, I yank my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the floor. Then I step out of my shoes and my jeans. Avi’s dark eyebrow arches, and I roll my eyes, slowly easing my boxer briefs down my legs and kicking them away.
The way he blatantly drools over my cock is pretty satisfying. But it’s also nerve-racking, and like an instinct, my hands cup my dick and balls to cover them up. Unfortunately, I’m still sort of hard, so half my dick is peeking out, and I can’t help it.
“Will you come here, please?” he rumbles calmly. I shake my head, and he gives me an impatient look. “Kyran… stop being ridiculous. Get that sexy ass over here. Now.”
My teeth grind together, and I mumble, “I hate you so fucking much,” stepping over hesitantly and taking a seat at the edge of the bed.
“Yea, I know. You’ve made that very clear.” He spreads his legs, and my eyes find a spot on the wall to focus on.
“Avi, Jesus…” I shake my head. “You’re like—”
“Dude, stop dancing around it.” He sits up and grabs my arm, pulling me on top of him. “We both have dicks, and balls, and assholes.” Gazing down at him, I gulp with my face on fucking fire. “Let me ask you something… Do you like the idea of pushing your cock inside me?”
My dick jumps like it’s answering the question on its own, and I bite my lip, trying to pretend I’m not fully aware of how red my cheeks are right now.
“Yea, now you know how I feel.” Avi grins, eyes falling to my cock. “I guess he’s not such a moron after all, huh?”
“I’m not so sure about that,” I retort, way breathier than I wish I sounded.
“At least he isn’t afraid to admit what he wants to do…” he sings, letting go of me and scooting over to his nightstand.
He digs around in a drawer for a moment while I just sit in his bed, baking to death from the sheer humiliation of this situation. I thought I was drunk, but all of the inhibition lowering in the world couldn’t get me ready for whatever the hell is happening right now.
Avi returns with a bottle of lube, and my spine stiffens, eyes going round at the sight.
“What… what’s that for?”
He chuckles. “It’s called lube. It lubricates things.”
I glare at him. “No shit, asshole. I mean, what are we going to do with it… To figure out who fucks… whom?”
He beams in delight, and I roll my eyes again. “Like I said, we’ll need to get primed up to take a dick. So I figure the best way to decide who’s going to bottom is to see which one of us enjoys it more. The priming.”
My brows zip together. “What?”
“I’m not repeating myself,” he grumbles, opening the tube and squirting Astroglide onto his fingers. “Do you want to use your own fingers, or should we do it to each other?”
My mouth hangs open for a solid five seconds. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so baffled by anything in my whole life.
Like, really… What the fuck am I even doing here??
“Kyran…” Avi whispers my name in this low, grungy sort of tone that covers me in goosebumps. “Do you want to finger me? Or do you want to watch me finger myself…?”
“I… I don’t know,” I stammer, crazy lightheaded all of a sudden.
He grabs my hand. “Don’t think, just answer.”
“I want to…” I croak with saliva filling my mouth. “I wanna do it.”
He crawls over me, and I have no choice but to recline onto my back. “You wanna finger me?” I nod fast, practically breaking out in hives as he pushes my legs apart, kneeling between them. “Okay, good. I’ll finger you while you finger me. First one to get off bottoms.”
“Wha-what?? No…” My lips are shivering, but he’s ignoring me; my words of trepidation, my obvious rampant trembling.
He simply squeezes a generous helping of lube out onto my fingers, tossing the bottle and lowering himself over me. It’s clear that I’m a statue frozen in awkwardness right now, because he rolls his eyes and throws his leg over my arm, so that my hand is closer to his ass.
“Get on board, Kyran.” His eyes fall to my cock. “Look how excited you are… You want to do this, so stop talking yourself out of it.”
Letting out a jittery breath, I nod. Because yea… I guess if I’m being honest, I would really like to see how it feels to push my fingers inside of him. Much more than I want to feel his fingers pushing inside me.
Though there is that teeny, tiny frisson inside me, wondering if I’ll like it.
If he’ll hurt me… Or if he’ll make it feel really good…
Fear flickers in my brain, but I turn it off. I focus on Avi, and how confident he seems. How afraid he isn’t… How warm he is.
Gripping onto his thigh with my left hand, I slowly move my slick fingers until they slide between his cheeks. He grunts and swallows visibly, the first sign of vulnerability I’ve gotten from him all night. It gives me the surge of adrenaline I need to swirl my fingertip around his rim.
“One first…?” I ask, way too hoarse, but not even caring. My dick is fucking throbbing, balls aching already.
“I think that would be best,” he breathes, then wedges his index finger between my ass.
“W-wait…” My chest is heaving like crazy and it’s bordering on embarrassing. “I need to… relax.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll give you a head start.” He licks his lips.
“Stop watching me,” I grumble, and he grins.
Lowering his face to mine, he hums over my lips. “Is this better?”
Out of my desire to regain some control, or maybe even to take his cockiness down a peg, I stuff my finger inside him slowly, easing it into his ass up to my knuckle with no warning.
He groans and shivers. “Jesus fucking Christ…”
“Do you… do you like it?” I whisper, my cock leaking at the feeling of the warm, super tight channel of his body gripping my finger.
“It’s… different,” he hums, brushing his own fingertip over my hole, and I’m quaking. I draw my finger back, pumping it in again until he whimpers, “Slow, baby.”
“If you call me baby again, I’ll stuff my whole hand in here,” I growl, and he chuckles, dragging his lips down to kiss my neck.
I hate how it gives me chills and thumps my nuts, the same way I hate how he’s not intimidated by me one bit. He’s not afraid, and it’s just… frustrating.
Using my hand, I drive into him slowly, pulling back and pushing in, working up a tantalizing rhythm inside his ass while he writhes his body against mine. His lips go for my earlobe, and I really fucking loathe how good it feels… How it tingles in the pit of my stomach, making me forget all the concerns and hang-ups surrounding what we’re doing.
It feels so good, in fact, that I barely notice how his finger is nudging its way inside me, using the slippery wetness of the lube to gradually probe me. Until the next thing I know, his finger is in me up to the knuckle, and I’m clenching on him in hot, aching need.
“Holy fffuck…” I groan, dizzy and seeing stars already.
It feels bizarre… The burn of doing something wrong that somehow sizzles all my nerve endings with a hidden pleasure I wasn’t sure was there.
“You like it?” he rasps, hot breath on my ear flipping me upside down.
“No…” I bite my lip to contain the sounds that want to betray my words.
“Stop lying to me, you tight, sexy thing,” he growls, then eases another finger inside me.
“Uhhmmffuck no… yesss… I do… I like it,” I gasp and whine as his fingers reach deep inside me.
They graze something that lights up my entire body.
My toes curl. My back arches.
“Say you want me to fuck you in your perfect, sweet little ass,” Avi whispers over my lips.
And I tumble. My stomach bunches, my ass clenches on his fingers…
And I fucking come.
Crying, whimpering, mewling like a slutty little kitten, my dick sprays pulses of cum all over both of us, without any provocation other than two fingers stuffed deep in my ass for literally less than sixty seconds. My entire body is trembling, from head to toe, I’m jerking and writhing, practically convulsing.
“Fuck… me.” I don’t even know what I’m saying, but I’m shooting everywhere and it feels like someone’s tapped into a well of bliss inside me. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me…”
I hum the words over and over again while Avi rides me out, not even moving his fingers, just leaving them up there, brushing his lips over mine like he’s breathing my breaths.
By the time I’ve floated back down to earth, I’m sweaty and sticky and sated beyond belief. Avi pulls his fingers out of me slowly, and it takes me way too long to notice that my fingers aren’t even in him anymore. Because I was using both of my hands to hold on to his hips for dear life, like I was on a rollercoaster and not properly strapped in.
Allowing my eyes to creep open, I peek up at him. And he’s just grinning at me. Smugly, I might add.
I swallow and blink. That’s all I can do.
He purses his lips, swiping his fingers through the cum all over my chest. “Well, then…” His eyes spring back up to mine, and I didn’t think it was possible, but my cheeks flush ever harder. “Looks like we found our bottom.”
GunsNGloryhole: Stuff me like taxidermy and mount me against your wall.
MagicNotMike: I know two ways to make seven inches disappear…
Shyfan995: I’m so thirsty, can you give me a cup of milk?..Orr two would be much nicer
It’s a big night.
First game of the playoffs. And against Virginia Tech, no less.
They’re undefeated so far this season. Their offense is apparently not to be trifled with, and out of all the teams in the NCAA, they’re the Eagles’s biggest rivals. Mainly because we lost to them in the playoffs last year, which swept the championship rug out from under my superstar stepbrother.
All season, Kyran’s been stressing about taking on the Hokies—dumb team name, but whatever. He’s beat teams with better defense, stronger QBs, and all-around fantastic records; teams who have won way more championships than Virginia Tech ever has. But because of that loss last season… This is the one that’s been clicking his normally uptight perfectionist levels up to full blast.
Tonight, we have the home field advantage, which is always a good thing. It also means that I get to be at the game, and as much as I love doing the Charleston in my eagle costume just to see how much I can annoy my stepbrother, I’ll try my hardest not to mess with him too much tonight. If it means helping him win this game so he can finally calm the hell down a little, I’ll be on my best behavior.
I mean, I’m still me. My best behavior is probably pretty appalling to most. But I’ll do what I can.
I’ve just taken the field as Baldwin the Eagle, with the cheerleaders, who are scampering around, scantily dressed in their maroon and gold outfits and an exorbitant amount of glitter. I’m doing my normal shuffle routine while they shimmy and shake their butts, and their pom-poms, to the music of Applause by Lady Gaga. Not the song I would have chosen, but it works to get the crowd all riled up.
