For the Fans

by Nyla K.

This book is dedicated to online supporters, in all your unbridled enthusiasm. To the likers, the commenters, the sharers… The subscribers, Insta-stalkers and re-tweeters. This is for you… the fans.

I’m kind of a weirdo, and I don’t want to have to change myself just to make friends. I’m a strong believer in it’ll happen if and when it happens. If there are people out there who also love art and emo music from before their time, who fan over cryptids and true crime and Tarantino, then we’ll eventually find each other and become friends. Why force it? Ah, the introvert’s paradox. Waiting for other nerds to come to you.

I guess he doesn’t need pain the way I do…

So clearly, he overreacted a wee bit in assuming me coming to BC would mean we’d be on top of each other twenty-four-seven.

hehe

Jesus fucking Christ, take the wheel. Please.

I should be celebrating right now, but instead, I’m dealing with his goofy ass.

“Fun to intrude on the one thing you haven’t taken from me yet?!” I roar in his face, backing him up until he hits the Gatorade thing again. “What?? No…” His brows furrow. “What are you talking—”

“I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve gotta flyyyy like an eagle!” he sings while literally dashing up the sidelines to get away from me.

FuckBoiFarmer: Are you into agriculture? Cuz you sure know how to raise a cock.

This is just for the fans… the people who have paid money for me do it. And surprisingly, that notion seems to turn me on even more.

“I’m not into dudes,” I growl at him, and he huffs. “Yea, asshole, neither am I.” He folds his arms over his chest. “Especially not ones like you.”

“Just think about all that money you’re giving up because you’re too scared to throw down with me in the room…” His grin widens.

This is a threesome with my best friend and my uptight stepbrother who hates me.

“Unless your idea of vibing is threatening to murder someone all the livelong day.”

I think there’s a wet spot on his pants…

Charlie421: Any plans to ditch the girl?? I would pay good money to watch just the two of you… SBA2234: I need more of you and that dude alone! *Six fire emojis* WillytheKid: The tension I stg. Pleaseee a collab just you n the guy??!? ItsJavier33: Muy caliente mi guapo! So sexy you boys together *heart on fire emoji*

“They want more,” I rush the words out. “More… content like that. Only… minus the vagina.”

“Wait a second…” I follow him anxiously. “You want to do it now??” “I don’t want to do anything.” He shoots me with a hazy glare. “But I’m fucking here, so we might as well just get it over with.”

Sucking in a breath, he mumbles, “This is just for the fans… right?” His eyes come back to mine, and I nod. “For the fans.”

“I’m gonna… come,” he croaks, hauling me closer by my shirt until I’m hovering over him, our hands bumping together in the furious chase. The swollen tips of our cocks brush and a shuddering cry brings hoarse words from his lips. “Fuck… Fuck you, Avi… fuck you, I’m gonna fucking come for you.”

My fucking stepbrother… with whom I now share a very confusing, very complicated little secret.

I’m not interested in hooking up with guys. I don’t want them touching my dick, or pressing their bodies against mine… Whispering things over my lips while they drag me into ridiculous, unwelcome spine-tingling orgasms. That’s not me. I’m not gay, no matter how much people online want me to act like I am.

So here I am, wedged snugly between a rock and a gay place.

He’s a bizarre character… A nerd who’s not good at school. An emo kid who smiles all the time. An artist with more muscle than some of the dudes on my team.

Call it eagerness to be sucked, I guess. Because let’s be real here… Every dick just wants to be sucked, no matter by whom. I’m choosing to blame the fact that I’m even considering this on booze and my inherent male desire to blow my load into a mouth.

Naked stepbrothers… in a bed that’s barely big enough for the two of us.

He smashes his hips against my face, feeding his big cock into my throat while I struggle to breathe. Then he releases my dick, all wet and swollen as he whimpers, “Kyran… I’m gonna come. Fuck yess, I’m gonna… come.” Even if I wanted to, there’s no moving away. I’m trapped beneath him. But the sickest part is that as soon as the words leave his lips, I’m waiting for it. Like it’s my reward for doing well… I want it.

Our movements slow, hips finally easing to a halt as we fizzle down from the high of a baffling, inexplicable mouthful of climax we both swallowed up like thirsty little cum sluts.

He flips around as my eyelids creep open, and the first thing I see is his face. Forehead lined in worry, periwinkle irises sparkling down at me. Avi is never worried, or concerned… He doesn’t care… At least, that’s what I’d thought. “Ky…” he breathes, fingers trailing along my jaw while I just gawk at him like I’ve never actually seen him before. “Are you alright??”

I’ll admit, I watched the game. And I may or may not have jumped up and cheered a few times when said stepbrother threw some diesel touchdown passes. But you won’t catch me broadcasting that.

I don’t like lying to my mom, but what other choice do I have? I can’t very well tell her that I’m slowly turning into a gay pornstar, and that my tuition money is coming from videos of me sucking orgasms out of her husband’s son.

Frankie laughs. “Seriously, man. I still can’t believe you got him to do that stuff. Muy caliente.” She fans herself. “Why are you watching my videos??” I snap quietly. “Uh, because they’re hot as fuck,” she replies casually. “I’m not even ashamed to say that last one got me all kinds of moist.”

“We haven’t spoken a word about it yet!” I snap. “You’re the one being a psycho. Why? Because you liked it?? No one fucking cares!”

The way the plump bottom one fits snugly in between mine… like a perfect, plush puzzle piece. I can’t even help but give it a gentle, hesitant suck. You know… since it’s right there. And he purrs. He fucking purrs. The hot, grouchy blonde. My stepbrother. That noise, Jesus Christ…

“Shut up,” he growls. “This changes nothing. I still hate you…” “Mhm.” I nod, fiercely grinding my cock against his through our pants. “And this is still just for the money…” “But we’re not recording.” I brush my palm over his nipple through his shirt. He whines, and I swear to God, I’m falling apart right now.

What the fuck did just happen?? We made out and dry-humped each other silly, that’s what happened.

“I’m not gonna fuck you for money, Avi,” he growls. My gaze narrows at him. “Who says you’d be fucking me?”

I shake my head. “We haven’t even really hooked up in weeks, aside from the occasional makeout session.” Which usually only seems to happen as a means to get a rise out of people…

I’m not trying to think about making out… In bathrooms. With tall, muscle-clad smug, smirking… humans.

Nothing happened the other day in the bathroom, and it wasn’t the most exciting thing I’ve ever experienced in my whole life.

“Shh… Quiet, beautiful.” Nope. Stop it right now. Stop remembering that thing that never happened.

“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.”

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.

“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.”

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.

I chuckled softly, reaching out to touch his arm. Of course, he yanked it away. “I’m just saying… We hit the jackpot here. And by jackpot, I mean your hands-free orgasm ability. The fans will go nuts for this.” Finishing cleaning himself off, his movements slowed as he bit his lip. “So you’re saying it’s like… a skill?”

I’m just as bad as the fans at this point. I’m chomping at the goddamn bit.

Witnessing him swallow as he scowled had me picturing all the things I wanted to do to him. On camera, of course. My skin was burning, balls tingling at the images my head was drumming up.

And my appetite for sexual escapades with my stepbrother is turning into its own slightly inconvenient beast of burden.

I inch even closer to his side. “I’m serious, Kyran. If there’s one thing I know about you, it’s that you don’t quit. You’re stubborn as fuck. Use that. The defense will trip them up. As long as you don’t stop hammering those balls down the field, you’re golden.” He stares at me for a second, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Hammering balls.” He huffs a tiny chuckle. “You’re funny.”