For the fans, p.48
For The Fans, page 48
But I’m stopped by people swarming me. My teammates and other students, all berating me with questions about my stepbrother.
“Did you know??”
“Have you seen his videos??”
“Will he bring back the account?”
“Have you met Not_Your_Baby??”
“Is that his real-life boyfriend??”
I’m fucking shocked at how many of them actually know about this. There’s no way this is all a result of Ash Holloway’s flapping lips.
They seem like… fans.
Fans of Backwardz_Cap and Not_Your_Baby.
And for the first time since we took down the account, I actually regret it.
It turns out Avi was right all along. These people aren’t just in it for the sex. They’re fans of us as a couple.
And I think I can definitely relate.
“Alright, alright.” Coach bursts into the swarm around me, forcing everyone to disperse. “I never thought I’d have to say this at a football banquet, but that’s enough talk of porn for one evening,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “Let’s get back to the football, please, people.”
Everyone wanders off, whispering amongst themselves. Guty and Theo stay by my side, until Coach shoots Theo a look that has him following the man.
My eyes linger on him for a moment, before Guty distracts me by shaking my shoulders. “Dude, your stepbrother is loco, and I’m living for it!”
I have to chuckle while we walk over to get more drinks, my gaze flitting back to the doors. “I didn’t know you were so into gay OnlyFans…”
“Hey, I didn’t subscribe or anything.” He grins. “You know who I think did, though…?”
I peer at him. “Who??”
He nods in Theo’s direction. Looking back over to Theo, I watch as he stands next to Coach, the two of them sharing some sort of hushed conversation. Then Coach’s wife walks over, pulling his attention to her while Theo shifts on his feet, lingering and gulping back a drink.
Why would Theo watch Avi’s videos…?
It’s interesting, and I’m thinking about what I’m seeing for a moment, but more than anything, my eyes won’t stop returning to the door. Hoping like hell Avi will come back in here, even though I know he won’t.
The band sets up to play, and food is being passed around, but I’m not interested in any of it. I just want to go find Avi.
I still need to talk to him. I can’t let it end like this…
With him taking the blame and just leaving, thinking I don’t… Without knowing that I…
Huffing out of stress and nerves and some tingling thrill, I hold my phone down on my lap, and type out a text to him.
Me: Please tell me you didn’t leave…
Minutes go by, but finally he responds.
Avi: Just talking my mom off a ledge
I chuckle.
Me: I need to see you again…
Me: We didn’t get to talk
Avi: I know. Maybe you can come by Frankie’s after?
Shaking my head, I chew on my lip while my mind runs. I can’t let him go.
Not this time… All dressed up and in need of a dance.
I look around the room. Everyone is paying attention to the food, and to Coach as he strides up onto the stage.
They might not even notice if I slipped away…
“I want to thank you all for being here tonight,” Coach speaks into the microphone, and I type out a final text. “This is a monumental moment for our team. And I just have to say how proud I am of these guys.”
Me: Meet me in the back by the locker rooms in ten minutes
“Making it this far takes guts. Talent and determination, yes,” Coach goes on. “But most of all, it takes endurance. You boys have displayed more strength, teamwork, and tenacity than any team I’ve ever had the pleasure of coaching.”
We all gaze up at the stage, at our coach commending us with his powerful words.
“And I know you’re not done yet. Not even close.” He grins and lifts his glass. “So let’s all raise a glass… To the BC Eagles, and our championship.”
Everyone shouts here here! And we drink, bursts of applause ringing out through the room. I peek at Guty, who’s looking up at the stage, and Theo, who’s draining his glass.
I love playing alongside these guys; my friends. I love the game and I love being able to win for them.
But right now, football is still second in my mind.
I need to go find who’s first.
What a freaking shitshow, man.
I finally managed to calm my mother and Tom down enough to get them to go back inside and get something to eat. That was a challenge.
Mom is pissed, understandably. I mean, I’m expelled from a respectable college for making porn. Not exactly every mother’s dream for her son.
But I just told her the truth… I don’t really care about school.
I never have. I’ve never been a good student, or enjoyed learning about things that don’t interest me. And that doesn’t mean I’m uneducated. It just means my interests lie in other things. But more importantly, I just don’t feel like I fit in here, which really leads me to reflect on why exactly I thought BC was a good idea in the first place.
Of course Tom didn’t get it, but whatever. It’s not really his place to, especially now that I’m paying for my own education.
And that was the other part that almost gave my mother a coronary…
The Fans.
Thankfully, they don’t know the details of the account, because I’m not totally comfortable coming out to my mother in front of Tom. He’s, like… so Catholic. I’d rather tell my mom that I’m bisexual when it’s just the two of us, saving my stepdad’s man shall not lie with another man speech for another time. Or never.
So I just told them that it was only one person, which is true, sparing any gender questions. And that we were safe, and everything is fine.
And then I shooed them away, insisting that they were going to miss the food, and Frankie and Zeb playing music, and that I’m fine and I’ll talk to them later. It was a minor miracle that they agreed to leave it for now, and I think a lot of it had to do with them wanting to support Kyran, because it’s a big night for him.
But I guess Kyran doesn’t care all that much about his big night…
Because he just texted me to meet him alone.
Waiting until the coast is clear, I stealthily creep back into the building through the entrance by the locker rooms. I follow the long hall, peeking into rooms here and there to see if I can find Kyran. I figured he might be in the locker room, where we kissed that time while I was in my Baldwin suit… But he’s not there. Still, the memory brings a flutter to my belly, remembering how much he used to push me away, and how much I’m fucking pleading with any force that will listen that maybe he’s done doing that.
The further in I get, the louder the music becomes, and at this point, I think I’m pretty much right on the other side of a dividing wall between the banquet and the rest of the convention area. Stepping up to a set of double-doors, I push one open and my jaw drops.
It’s just a big, open space; a room used to keep sports equipment and whatnot. But there are lights strung up around the outer edges, draped over furniture, giving the space a dull glow to make up for the lack of overhead lighting.
Wandering inside the dimly lit room, I’m spinning around, searching for Kyran while marveling at whatever the heck this is. I hear something rustling, and I turn to find him walking over from a corner, a soft smile on his lips and something in his hand.
“Hey…” My voice comes out sort of breathy, and his grin widens.
“Hi.” He reaches me, but doesn’t stop until he’s in my space and he’s taking my hand. “I made you something.”
My mouth curves while I gape at him, restless nerves bouncing inside me as he fastens something to my jacket. I squint at it, forehead lined in perplexity.
“Is that a… flower?” I mumble, and he laughs softly.
“I made you a boutonniere out of a napkin,” Kyran says, almost timidly. Then he hands me another one. “This one’s mine.” I’m just gawking at him, totally stunned, as he whispers, “You have to pin it on me, baby.”
My lashes flutter for another few seconds before I snap into movement and do it, pinning a rumpled little napkin flower to his jacket while I ask, “What… What is this?”
He leans in close to my ear, squeezing my shivering hand in his. “Thank you for coming to prom with me, Avi.”
I think I might literally be falling down if he wasn’t standing close enough to hold me up. He’s… asking me to prom? My first prom…
He made a prom for me??
“You did this…?” I glance around at the lights.
“I know… pretty corny,” he huffs.
“Uh-uh.” I shake my head firmly, and he peeks at me. “It’s fucking perfect, Kyran.”
His hazel eyes twinkle like the lights around us, smile beaming with elation. He tugs my hand to rest on his chest, sealing our bodies together while his other hand rests on my lower back.
And he hums, “Dance with me.”
The band is playing some song I vaguely recognize on the other side of the wall; a slow song that reminds me of people dancing beneath the moonlight in the movies.
Without even thinking, I’m holding his chest while he holds my waist, and starts to move.
But I’m still stiff, because I have no idea what I’m doing. “Ky… I don’t slow dance. I’ve never done it before…”
“I know.” He chuckles. “I don’t care. I just wanna be close to you.”
My fucking heart… It’s floating weightlessly inside me like a balloon as I lean into him, resting my body on his strength and his size. My face tucks into the crook of his neck so he doesn’t see how badly I’m blushing like a lovestruck fool.
My first slow dance… My own prom… With the quarterback of the football team as my date.
Jeez, I’m like every nerdy girl in every high school movie right now.
But I love it. I don’t even care, I’m in fucking love with it, because I’m in love with him, and fuck, I can’t believe I ever thought I could stop it from happening.
Kyran moves us slowly to the music, barely stepping, more like rocking us together, his fingers trailing up and down my back.
“You look so gorgeous…” he whispers in between sniffing me, and I can’t stop smiling. “When I saw you tonight, my heart stopped.”
“Okay, you’re killing me with all this,” I rumble, and he chuckles. “I’m serious. Who are you, and what have you done with my grouchy stepbrother??”
A hum vibrates from his chest into mine. Then he pulls back to look at me. “Be serious with me, Avi.”
“I am…” I rasp. “I mean, I’m shocked. Surprised and… blown away that you did this for me. I just wasn’t expecting it, I guess.” I pause to gulp, and contemplate if I really want to say this. “I never know what to expect from you, Kyran.”
“I know…” he murmurs, regretfully. “And I’m sorry. About everything…”
“You don’t need to be sorry,” I tell him honestly. “I get it.”
“No. I do, and I am,” he says firmly. “I’m sorry for making it about me with the Fans. I’m sorry for not coming over to talk to you when it was killing me not to. I’m sorry for acting like an asshole last night, and I’m so fucking sorry you got expelled trying to protect me. I didn’t want that. And I barely even care about my reputation if it means you have to leave…”
“Ky, stop.” I brush my fingers through his hair. “I don’t care about being expelled.” He cocks an eyebrow, and I chuckle softly. “I mean it. I don’t. I don’t need to go to this school to do what I want to do. And honestly…” My voice trails, and I bite my lip. “Jesus, this is gonna make me sound so pathetic, but… the only reason I’m here in the first place is… because of you.”
The look on his face is twisting me up. I can’t tell if he’s stunned by what I’m saying because I am, in fact, that obsessive stalker he accused me of being for following him to BC… Or if this revelation is making him happy.
“Avi…” he whimpers, stopping his swaying to stare at me as his fingers dig into my back. “Tell me what you’re saying…”
“I’m saying…” I breathe a sigh of confession, “It was never for the money, or for BC… Or for the fans. It was for you, Kyran. For fucking you, and that’s it. Every single thing I did… I did for you. To have you.”
He swallows, eyes rounded and shining nervous delight.
“Maybe I didn’t know it at first…” I keep going. “But the truth is that it could have been anyone in those videos with me. But I wanted you. I think I have for a long time… I didn’t understand it, but you hating me just made me want to chase you. And then you started coming to me. And you’re just the best, most unexpected thing that’s ever showed up at my door.”
Kyran’s lips shiver on an anxious exhale. “I don’t think I can fight it anymore, Avi…”
My breathing shallows. “Fight what?”
“Us…” The gold and green in his eyes glow, offering me a timid sparkle. “Baby, I think I’m in love with you,” he whispers on my lips, dropping his forehead to mine, clutching onto my body for dear life. Like he’s afraid if he lets go for one second, I’ll float away.
I’m trembling all over, crumbling from his words, and his feel, and the endless aching emotion he’s giving me.
The hot grouchy blonde, whose hate for me, this whole time, was just an unavoidable chemistry.
I can’t help it… I’m tripping up, my mouth quivering on his and my hands just touching him everywhere I can reach.
Until he growls, “Say it back, Avi. Don’t be a jerk.”
I laugh, and he grins, brushing his lips with mine. “Just let me revel in this a little more…”
“Fuck off,” he hisses, teasing, though I think a part of him might be scared that I don’t…
As if there’s any fucking way I couldn’t.
“I’m in love with you,” I murmur, and his body shudders in my hands. “And I’m pretty sure I have been since the moment we met.”
He lets out a soft sound, like relief, and joy, fear and excitement all in one perfect little sigh. “But I was so mean to you…” His voice shakes. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
I nod. “I know… I might be a masochist.”
He laughs, and I’m standing at the edge of something terrifyingly beautiful.
“Tell me the truth…” I rasp, and his head tilts. “Did you come in your pants that night at Frankie’s because of me?”
He growls a stubborn noise, fingers sliding up my neck into my hair. But then he nods, and bites his lip. “I thought you were gonna kiss me…”
My foot slips off. And I plummet.
“I fucking knew I should have, baby,” I hum, fisting his jacket lapels and pulling his mouth to mine. I’ll never make that mistake again.
The music plays while we dance, and kiss, and breathe together…
Falling into love, with wind rushing and windows all around us.
simsimma: Backwardz_Cap giving his baby snuggles to turn him less grumpy is all I want to see for the rest of my life
steph_be_simpin: what’s happening to my knees *kneeling emoji*
This morning, when I wake up, everything is different.
It’s not the first time I’ve woken up thinking about Avi… Not by a long shot. But it’s the first time I haven’t immediately pushed it down; stuffed it away into the back of my mind like old clutter.
It’s the first time having him in my brain right when I open my eyes has brought a smile to my lips and warmth to every inch of my flesh.
It’s the first time I’ve admitted inside my own head that I wish he were here right now.
My thoughts are overflowing with images of last night, feelings and sensations.
His lips dancing down my throat while he whispered, “I love you, Kyran.”
My fingers twisting in his hair while I purred, “I love you, Avi…”
The urgency that seemed to ding between us like a timer as we snuck off into a dark corner of the room and he fell to his knees.
I’m biting my lip, writhing in bed, remembering it…
Him opening my pants and stuffing my cock impatiently between his lips.
“I fucking missed you…” I told him through gasps, trying my hardest to be quiet while he sucked my cock slowly and hungrily, touching me everywhere his hands could reach. “God, I missed you so bad, baby…”
We were ravenous in the way we were pawing at each other, panting and grunting and knocking things over. Knowing someone could find us at any moment didn’t subdue my arousal one bit. As it does, it just made it that much hotter.
My fingers are trailing over my sensitive skin while I remember spilling into his mouth, and him swallowing me back with desperate gulps. Then he stood up and kissed me, feeding me his tongue coated in my own flavor while I shoved my hand inside his pants.
“I wish we could fuck right now,” I whimpered as he spun me around to grind his length against my ass through our designer suits.
“It’s probably good that we can’t,” he breathed hoarsely, sounding so fucking sexy I’m going out of my mind right now hearing it in my head. “I don’t want to rush, baby. And I don’t want to be quiet. I want to spend all night with my cock in you, making you scream how much you love me.”
“I do love you.” I pushed back against him, bumping him into even more furniture as I turned back around, dropping to my knees to kiss the shape of his big dick through his tailored pants. “So much…”
I’m whining for him now, my cock full and achy at the memories of him gazing down at me, eyes glistening in the dark, his long fingers sifting through my hair.
“Fuck my mouth until you come in me,” I pleaded up at him from the floor.
And he did. Oh God, he did.
It was so sexy, him fucking my throat up against the wall, his hand cupping the back of my head to keep it from bashing into the plaster. It was only a matter of minutes before he was writhing into my face, growling that he was…
