For the fans, p.38
For The Fans, page 38
My face slants to glare at him over my shoulder. “Are you calling me loose??”
He laughs with his lips on my shoulder. “No… I would never call you loose, Kyran. I’m just making sure you’re relaxed.” He stuffs a finger inside me, and I purr. “And it feels like you are.”
“Ffuck you,” I groan, leaning back against his chest while he fingers me slowly, my body craving him wider; deeper than a finger can accomplish.
“Mmm… I love it when you get hostile,” he croons. “Don’t worry, baby. You can be my sexy little slut and still have the tightest hole in the goddamn universe.”
Whimpering, I push my ass back against him while he slides his finger out, nudging the head of his cock between my cheeks.
“Ready, gorgeous?” He grips my hip with his left hand, nipping my shoulder. “You’re about to get probed.” He chuckles, and I roll my eyes.
“Oh God… please don’t start talking about aliens again,” I huff, then whine as he jams that fat crown into me.
“Man… You’d be a Gray’s wet dream,” he yammers, teasing me with the round, plump head. “They like to see how much they can make you spray.”
“Avi, just shut up and fuck—” My hiss is cut off when he shoves his dick in. “Meee.”
“Shhh.” He presses a firm hand on my back, forcing me to bend at the waist. Palms flat on the wall, I brace myself while he drills up into me slowly, feeding me every inch of his cock. “Quiet, baby. Let me fuck the cum out of you real quick.”
“Unngghfuck, Avi…” I mumble random sounds and syllables, bending over while he builds a rhythm, pounding into me slow, but fierce. “Ahhh…vee, fuck my ass harder…”
Digging his fingers into my hips, he works his cock in and out, the friction of him within my body’s walls and the lashing of my prostate sending me sky-high in an instant. I’m trying my hardest to be quiet, because showers tend to magnify sounds. Just ask the slap slap slap of his skin against mine that seems to be rippling all around us.
“Look at that ass taking my cock…” he whispers, slinking his hands around to my front to play with my nipples. “The sight alone is gonna make me bust in you, baby.”
“Ffuuck… good,” I croak. “;Cause I’m… ah, I’m probably gonna… come soon.”
“Yea?” He sounds elated, melting his chest over my back as he mashes his hips into me, bruising my cheeks with brutal thrusts. “You nice and sensitive for me this morning, beautiful boy?”
I nod fast, eyes rolling back from the zaps of lightning he’s shooting through my loins. I must be super-sensitive, because every stroke of his cock is turning me out, my dick pulsing precum as it swings up and down from the force of him slamming into me. Reaching for it, I palm my balls, squeezing them before jerking my cock to match his tempo. It feels sublime, and I’m winding up tighter and tighter.
Avi smacks my hand away, taking over to stroke me while he fucks me, his other hand gliding up to my throat. His hand curls around it tight and I whimper, because I’m not sure why… But I just love the feeling of him choking me while he’s turning my ass out.
“You’re being way too loud,” he scolds.
I hadn’t even noticed that I was. But then I’m also on a rocket ship to Mars, so everything sounds like a fiery blast off.
His fingers move away from my throat and the next thing I know, he’s jamming his thumb into my mouth.
“Here. Suck on this,” he hums.
Of course, I do.
Fuck, I don’t know what it is about his dominant side that destroys me so damn good. Maybe it’s because he’s not like that in regular life… So it’s like there’s a side of him that only I get to see. His regular cockiness is turned up to the max when we’re alone, and he becomes this demanding, growly, filthy-talking beast with a huge dick who orders me around. And something about it calls to my submissive side I never let out… For anyone but him.
Sucking feverishly on his thumb, I use it to thwart my groans and whines and sobs while his cock is driving me right up to the edge of the cliff like Thelma and Louise.
“Show me how you come for only me, superstar,” he whispers in my ear.
“Mmm mm mmmm…”
There it is… It’s right… here… I’m…
Avi pulls me upright, straightening my back flush against his chest while he beats my dick off and ruts up into me. And I burst, shooting streams of cum all over the shower wall while he milks out each aching contraction.
“That’s it, my pretty little football slut,” he whispers, and my eyes are rolling back in my skull. “Look at that big dick come…”
My entire body is tingling all over, chills of hot and cold rushing beneath my skin as my ass clenches tight on his cock. As soon as I’m finished coming, he shoves me back over, bending me all the way at the waist so that I’m almost touching my toes. Then his hands grip my ass cheeks hard, spreading them open while he surges his cock in and out of me.
“Avi…” I whimper, struggling to keep my wobbly knees from giving out. “Avi, come in me… b-baby.”
“God, I love hearing you call me that,” he grunts.
My hand rushes up to my softening dick and I tease it, with my balls, the sensitivity causing me to shudder.
“I’m gonna feed your greedy hole every hot pulse.” His voice cracks, his thrusts becoming frantic.
“Give it to me… please.”
I can’t believe I’m begging for cum… It’s fucking baffling, but there’s no way I can deny this need. Not right now…
Not with his dick swelling up in my ass.
“Squeeze on it,” he snarls. “Suck it all… out. Fuck, baby, I’m gonna fill you…”
“Fill me.”
“Take it.”
“I’m taking it.”
“Kyran…”
“Avi.”
I’m being flooded. I can feel it, gushing inside me while he stuffs it deep with shallow thrusts. Gasping and panting and the quietest grunts we can control fill the air, covered by the running water as my stepbrother comes in my ass and I clench my muscles on him to grip him in me tight.
“God-fucking-damn, baby…” he sighs, hands rushing all over, cherishing my wet flesh with affection as he comes down from the high of his orgasm. “You are a fucking superstar.”
A chuckle bubbles from my throat as he pulls me up and I straighten once more, his fingers playing with the curves in my chest and abs, lips dancing all over my shoulders.
“Superstar at getting fucked…” I rasp, resting my weight against him. “Who knew?”
“But only by me… right?” he whispers, a rare twinge of Avi vulnerability sneaking out with his words.
I gulp, and nod. “Only you.”
And it’s the truth. Because as up in the air as this whole thing has become, one thing I can say with full certainty is that I don’t want to be doing this with anyone else. It’s confusing enough as it is… But for some reason, with Avi, it doesn’t feel as scary as it should.
Maybe he’s given me a little of his reliance… to share.
“Ky…” he rumbles into me, flicking my earlobe with his tongue. “Squeeze on it while I pull out. Hold it in… I wanna try something.”
His tone has this needy fascination, a desperate wonder that has me doing exactly as he wishes. I clamp my ass while he tugs his cock out of me, slowly, prompting a long, satisfied hum from within my chest.
But then I feel him crouching down. And my cheeks burn as I peek at him over my shoulder, watching him open my ass and stuff his lips in between.
“Baby… Uhhfuck, baby, feed it to me,” his choked voice stammers, like he’s lost in the pure obscenity of what he’s doing.
Licking my hole, sucking on it while I slowly, tentatively release and his cum seeps out… into his waiting mouth.
“Jesus fuck…” I groan, while he hungrily eats his cum out of my ass. “That’s fucking…”
“Hot,” he whimpers, kissing my hole over and over.
“So hot,” I purr.
He stands up, wiping the back of his mouth and staring at me with hooded eyes. And I spin around, grabbing his jaw and kissing him hard, without a single fuck to give in the world.
This is so fucking dirty, so depraved… And we’re not even doing it for the fans. We’re doing it for us, because we want to. And just like everything with us, it seems to just happen.
Maybe the reason I’ve been fighting this so hard is because I knew it was inevitable… The chemistry of hate was never strong enough to overpower the hunger of want.
AnyH0leWillDo: I’ll be the squirrel, you be the tree, and I’ll bust a nut in your hole.
Creampie_dreampie: idk bc Not_Your_Baby is looking pretty baby to me rn
A knock at the door flings my heart up into my throat.
This… What is this??
I thought I was too high to feel such things…
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 from Kyran… 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 feels really fucking 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 a necessity anymore, 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 a relationship of 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 with anyone.
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.”
His cheeks flush. “We have to go outside for it. I mean, we have to… leave the dorm.”
I’m gaping at him like he’s just sprouted two more heads, and they’re both equally gorgeous and adorable. He has a surprise for me that actually involves us… being out in the world?
“Okay.” I nod slowly, really attempting to contain my zeal. “Should I… get dressed?”
He shows me an almost ecstatic grin. “Yes.” His eyes glide over me once more and he whispers, “But keep wearing the jersey. Please.”
Fuck me sideways, I’m going to swoon to death.
Kyran crawls off the bed, offering me his hand while I get up, twirling like a top from how different this all seems. How much he’s acting like a hesitant hetero boyfriend. I could be imagining it… but the fact that he wants to take me out of the dorm is certainly a step in that direction.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going, or is that part of the surprise?” I ask while we leave the Thomas More Apartments, wandering outside into the chill.
“That’s part of it.” He grins at me from the side, walking up toward the main street, expecting me to follow him. Which I do.
He stops in front of a black SUV and spins to face me.
“Did you… buy me a car?” I blink, and he laughs.
“Uh, no.” He rolls his eyes in amusement. “It’s a rental. Part one of the surprise requires us to drive.”
Grabbing me by the arm, he tugs me around the car, a Benz—a super fancy one. He opens the passenger door for me, gesturing for me to hop in, and I do, all the while wondering what on earth he’s up to.
Did he really just open my door for me…?
Kyran gets into the driver’s seat and buckles up, starting her with a quiet hum before he peeks at me. “You ready?”
I grin. “Always.”
Shifting, he pulls us away, cruising the streets from the BC campus.
“Can I put some music on?” I ask while he drives, looking comfortable and sexy behind the wheel.
I must admit, I really like it. I’m not much of a driver myself, growing up in the city and all. I know how, and I enjoy doing it on occasion. But I think I might like being chauffeured by him way more.
Kyran plucks his phone out of the center console, unlocking it quick and handing it to me. “It’s hooked up to the Bluetooth. I’ve got Spotify.”
That gives me an idea…
Searching for the Spotify account I made, I select one of my playlists entitled for the FANS, and press play.
Kyran peeks at me, and I smirk. “You recognize this song?”
“Oh yes,” he sighs. “You used to play it constantly when we lived together.” I chuckle. “I probably know all the words at this point.”
“Really?” I cock my head. “Prove it.”
He laughs, shaking his head. But as soon as I start singing, he joins me. And the next thing I know, we’re both belting out the words to one of my favorite Weezer songs, “Say It Ain’t So.” And yes, he does seem to recall all the words, because when we get to the part about Dear Daddy, I write you, he’s got the whole thing down. I’m dying laughing by the time the song ends, and he’s wiping tears from his eyes.
“Ooh, this one’s good too.” I bounce in my seat as “She” by Green Day starts.
“You know, I feel like you’re too young to like this music.” He chuckles.
“Oh please,” I scoff. “Nineties music is clutch. Plus, I told you—”
“It’s what your mom used to play,” he finishes my thought, glancing at me. “I know. I remember.”
Pursing my lips to keep the vibrant smile down, I settle into my seat, humming along with the music. The next song is starting while I gaze out the window at the signs. We’re leaving Boston Proper, I guess you’d call it, and heading away from the city altogether.
“How far are we going?” I ask, impatience lining my tone while I start fiddling with things on the dash.
“The word is surprise, Avi,” he hums, giving me one of his scolding looks.
“I know, but like… how much longer?”
“Do you have ADHD or something?” he grumbles through an amused smirk.
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Maybe. Probably. Ooh! What’s this stuff??”
I turn, bending to check out some bags on the floor of the backseat. It looks like they’re filled with snacks, but he smacks me on the side before I can get a good look.
“Just sit down and shut up,” he barks, though he’s still grinning. “Jesus, you’re like a child.”
“Sorry HGB,” I snicker, nestling into my seat.
