For the Fans

by Nyla K.

I’m literally frozen. I can’t even comprehend the fact that he’s smiling at me, on purpose, and paying me this endearing little compliment. It’s so out of the ordinary, for a second, I think I might be hallucinating. Did I accidentally mix up my edibles with the mushroom ones again??

Don’t be swayed by timid smiles and the way his butt looks in those tight pants. He’s still just your dickhead stepbrother. Your secret business partner… Nothing more.

“You don’t go down without a fight… Trust me, I know.” I smirk even though he can’t see it. His lips curve into a grin, but he crushes it and covers it with his usual scowl. “Fuck you.” “Yes! Perfect.” I clap. “Use that anger and go kick some Hokie ass!”

But Kyran Harbor clearly likes pressure. A lot. The final snap happens, and Kyran steps back, looking around for his men. They’re all covered. It’s fucked. So he runs. He fucking runs, juking through the bodies, diving into the end zone him fucking self to score the winning touchdown.

The rest of the team practically carries Kyran off the field after this monumental playoff win. He whips his helmet off, and his face is beaming. Pink cheeks and watering eyes. It’s pretty dope to see. Removing the head of my costume, I rush up to him, grinning.

Theo shoots me a teasing look. “You coming to the party, Baldwin?” I’m about to politely decline, when Kyran says, “It’s not really his scene. This party is team only.” I cock an insulted brow at him, but he’s already turning away with his friends. “Maybe next time, Eagle boy!” Wow… really?? He just fucking snubbed me. I scoff and roll my eyes to myself, playing it off like I don’t care. Because I don’t… But swallowing feels sort of difficult right now. For some reason, my stomach is heavy and my chest is tight.

“You’re such a fucking prick, you know that?” I growl. He lifts his hands and tries to push me away. But I pin them at his sides, and he whimpers. The sound shocks us both. Kyran’s pupils dilate. The muscled wall of his chest is thumping with strong breaths, his pink lips parted and shivering as we both register how close we are, and how the fuming testosterone has somehow slipped into a confusing lust.

“You’re a bad liar,” I murmur. “We both know this doesn’t want cheerleaders…” “Ffuck off, Avi…” he whines. Inching my lips up to his ear, I whisper, “I know your secret. You wanna be bent over and fucked by the mascot.”

As long as he keeps sneaking his straight ass over to my place so we can keep making money, what do I care? I don’t. I don’t care. Turning away from their laughter and mocking, I go into the bathroom to change out of this stupid costume. But when I’m all alone, with the echoes of sneers and hurtful words pulsing in my brain, convincing myself becomes just a little bit harder.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” I drop my mouth to his, kissing him and swallowing up his sounds. “The way your greedy little ass swallows my dick is… fucking euphoric.”

“Avi…” he whimpers, strangled and breathless, like I’m driving all the air out of his lungs. “Avi Avi Avi… Why do you fuck so good…?”

Our kisses slow to a halt, and I inch back to stare down at him. I just have to take this in… The starry-eyed fascination on his face. He looks like a completely different person right now. I know it won’t last. In the blink of an eye, he’ll be back to regular old Kyran; my mean, grouchy stepbrother. He’ll remind me that we’re doing this for the money, and I’ll agree. But right now, just for a moment, I have to stare… to savor this version of him.

If I got in and stood behind him with the water running over our bodies. If I wrapped my arms around his waist, and maybe… kissed his neck a little.

“Kyran… It’s okay to be bi, you know…” I murmur, curling my face to try to meet his eyes. He glares at me. “I’m not bi, I’m broke. And the sooner you get that through your head, the better off we’ll all be.”

He pauses and turns around, staring at me. I stare back at him. And we stare at each other in silence for a solid five seconds, during which no one speaks and I’m wondering why the hell he isn’t just leaving if he can’t wait to get away from me. His lips part. Then they close. Then they part. Then close again. He takes a step forward, then a step back. What the fuck is he doing… Dancing?? Is he waiting for me to do something?? Finally, he breathes out a long exhale and bites his lip. Inching over hesitantly, he kisses me on the jaw and mumbles, “I’ll text you.”

Kyran: Hey… Kyran: Are you up? Kyran: Ok that sounds booty-callish. Sorry I was just wondering if you’re awake… Kyran: Can I come over? This party is dumb and I was thinking about what you said… Kyran: About the jackpot. Kyran: Whatever. I decided that I might want to… So can I see you? Kyran: Avi… Are you ignoring me? Kyran: I’m here Kyran: I’m outside. Let me in. Kyran: Don’t be a dick just open the fucking door Kyran: I’m sorry about the locker room… Kyran: You were right ok? I liked it… Kyran: Do I need to say the magic words or something?? Jesus… I want you to fuck me Avi. Ok?? Satisfied?? Open the fucking door Kyran: Wow that was stupid. Delete that text please.

This thing was already complicated as fuck before. But now, with these stupid butterflies bounding around in my gut, it’s just turned into the biggest mess of my life. He bottomed… But I feel like I’m the one who’s fucked.

Avi: So I guess you can still win games even without your good luck charm around… Avi: (Me) My smile grows, and even a little chuckle erupts from my lips before I recognize what I’m doing and crush it to send him a response. Me: It was definitely easier to concentrate without your annoying ass popping and locking on the sidelines Avi: I knew you were watching my performance

Avi: Now your turn Me: I’m not doing this with you Avi: *three pouty face emojis* Me: Avi… Avi: Are you alone? Me: Yes… Avi: Then be a good boy and take your cock out for me

Avi: Please, baby? I’ve been thinking about your ass all day... I’m fucking dripping for it

“I can’t wait for you to get back here…” Avi mumbles, and I peer at the screen to find him basically asleep, curled up naked in his bed. Something strange sets between my ribs, something tight and bothersome, like… homesickness. But I push it away and finish getting myself cleaned up, ignoring the soreness in my ass, and my chest. “I gotta go,” I huff to him. “Don’t leave me, baby…” he whispers sleepily. “Just keep me…” I’m not sure if he was trying to say keep me on, as in on the phone. But I dispel it either way, because I obviously can’t do that. “I’m hanging up now, Avi,” I speak softly, blinking at him while he sleeps. “I’ll… I’ll see you soon.” Ending the call, I wander out of the bathroom, plugging my phone back in on the nightstand and curling up in bed. And because I’m exhausted and sated, I fall fast into a calming slumber… With a smile I can no longer fight resting comfortably on my lips.

Attempting to be festive with my mother, Tom, and Kyran just sounds like something that will make me want to fa-la-la-la-light myself on fire.

No matter how hard he tries to push me away, he can’t stop showing up like this. And no matter how hard I fight it, I can’t escape the truth… I don’t want him to.

Shoving myself off the door, I push into his space, and he backs up against the wall. His lips are trembling, cheeks blushed pink, eyes wide. I can’t even help myself… I love the way he looks way too much to think rationally.

Kyran gasps, and I peek up to find him gazing down at me. “Avi… I’m sorry.” Releasing his cock from my lips, I mumble, “I know. It’s okay,” then slide him back into my mouth. “No. It’s not,” he insists, groaning at the sensation. But I hear emotion racking his voice. My eyes stay locked on his while he bites his lip, resting his forehead on the wall. “I’m just… I’m so fucking confused…”

Taking his jaw in my hand, I hover over his mouth like I’m about to kiss him. But instead, I spit the booze in between his ready and waiting lips. He actually hums from within his chest as the liquor dribbles into his mouth. And I watch on eagerly at the delicious sight of his throat adjusting to swallow, some of the liquid spilling over from the corner of his mouth. Using my tongue, I lap it up, then capture his lips, and he kisses me back, feeding me his tongue to taste the fiery bourbon from within his mouth.

He nods fast. “Yes, please.” “Mmm… So you can be nice to me,” I murmur, sloshing around the bottle of booze. My hand runs up the hard lines of his abs, then onto his chest, cupping his pectoral. “You’re a good boy when we’re all alone…” “Avi, I said I’m sorry,” he whispers, but I shake my head. “Not right now.”

“Tell me…” His voice trails off, and he gulps. I peer down at him, and his cheeks are all manners of flushed. “Tell you what?” He swallows visibly again, whispering, “Tell me you think I’m beautiful.”

The way he’s touching me, his fingers slowly brushing up and down my thighs. I think he might be… coming to terms with something. And apparently, I’m a part of that, which makes me feel so damn special, I think my heart is actively trying to spring out of my chest like a cuckoo clock.

“Baby… You are so goddamn beautiful. I don’t think, I know.” Kyran trembles beneath me, fingertips grazing my lower back. Then he mumbles, barely audibly, “You’re beautiful too, Avi. I think you’re… so fucking sexy.”

This isn’t just for the camera… I can tell. He’s actually feeling this. Kyran blinks at me, because I’m just staring at him like an idiot. “I mean, I know you are. You’re hot as fuck… and your body is… perfect.”

“Is it…?” I rumble, kissing his warm skin. “Yea,” he croaks, as my tongue circles his pulse. “Does my body turn you on, Ky?” He nods. “Yea…” I peek up at him and he forces a little scowl that no one’s buying. “But don’t tell anyone I said that.”

Kyran is whining and whimpering like he loves the feeling, and when I finally let go of his flesh, there’s a purple mark where my lips were.

“I’ll give you anything you want, just please don’t take this ass away from me…” I don’t know what I’m saying… I can’t seem to control the things flowing from my lips while I’m driving into him like this, holding him still and fucking into him deep. “It’s yours,” Kyran whines, much to my surprise, moaning and whimpering as my cock works in and out of the hot, slick, tight channel of his ass. “I swear… nothing feels like this.”

His fingers dig into my thighs, and he grinds against me, taking over the thrusts by bouncing up and down on my cock. “Fuck yea, baby… Ride me,” I growl in his ear, sucking the lobe with my hand still around his throat, the other on his chest, toying with his nipples. “Why do you feel so good…” He writhes against every inch of my cock buried deep in his ass. “I can’t believe how good this feels… Fffuck, Avi, I love your dick.” “That’s your secret, isn’t it, baby?” I brush my fingers down to where his cock is slapping against his abs with his frantic movements. “Superstar Kyran Harbor loves a big dick in his ass?” He nods again, resting his body weight on me as he rocks himself up and down, that tight hole stroking me so good, I’m about to burst. “I’m gonna fffucking… come.”

“Yours, Avi. I love your big, hard dick fucking my ass.” “You wanna come on your stepbrother’s cock?” “Yesss, please,” he gasps. “Is your warm, tight hole gonna suck out your stepbrother’s come?” He sounds like he can barely breathe, whining the strangled words, “I want it… I want my stepbrother to drain his balls deep in my ass.”

“I have to go, Avi.” He gives me a look like he’s not really sure if he wants to, and it’s starting to rip me up a little. I just nod—it’s all I can do—as he wanders back into the bathroom, getting dressed quickly. On his way out the door, he stops to look over his shoulder. His eyes drop to the cat, and he says, “Bye, Robin.” Then he aims those pretty orbs of awed hazel at me and whispers, “Bye, Batman.”

“I always hoped you boys would finally start acting like brothers at some point.”

I’d love to lie, but I don’t think I can. All I can do is shake my head. I can’t speak, because I don’t know what to say… I just don’t understand why everything feels so much better now that he’s here.

Clomping up the steps, I rub some feeling back into my hands, caressing a line on my palm… Our street, where he found me.

“Will you tell me things about you now?” I whisper. “Things I don’t know…”

That old resentment? The anger and the irritation… the hatred I’m not even sure was real to begin with… I think it’s fully gone. And all I’m left with is a desire to get closer… to learn more and listen more. Like maybe I should have been doing from the start.

And by the time my orgasm is ready to pull me over the edge, I can’t fucking believe I ever even attempted to fool myself into thinking this was just about the money. There isn’t a camera in sight, and it’s the best sex of my life.

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.

“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…”

“Why do you act like you don’t care about anything when it’s so obvious that you do?” He tilts his head. “Why do you… do all these drugs to tranquilize the real Avi? You don’t have to… He’s crazy smart, and sweet, and… kind of fucking awesome.”

But either way… It’s romantic as fuck. “You brought me to the drive-in?” I gasp, grinning and poking him in the stomach. “Because I told you I’ve never been?” “Yup. It’s honestly my favorite thing.”

“Fuck me…” The words fly on ragged breaths echoing his own as he pours lube onto his fingers, coating his dick, then swiping them between my cheeks. “God, baby, fuck me right now. I’m gonna die if I don’t get to feel you soon…” “Don’t die.” He kisses my lips, dragging the head of his cock over my hole. “I need you.” “I need you,” I whisper with our mouths together while he stuffs a finger inside me, causing me to gasp. “Avi, I fucking need you.” He repeats like a hushed mantra, fingering me slow, as deep as he can reach. “I need you so bad…”

“Are you mine?” he whispers shakily, muscles glistening with sweat and his hair hanging in his eyes making him look lightyears beyond fucking gorgeous. “Yes,” I croak, clenching on him as my orgasm looms. “All yours.” “Good. I’m all yours too.”

“You should come over after.” His fingers slowly thread with mine. “What if I came over before midnight…?” My eyes spring to his, eyebrow arching. “Wouldn’t that look sort of… suspicious? Leaving a New Year’s party at your own dorm before midnight…” He shrugs, playing with my fingers. “But what if the person I want to kiss at midnight is somewhere else…?” Staring into his eyes, I’m lost for a moment in the blurred spots of mossy green that blend into the amber. They’re like a palette of paint I could dab a brush into, and make a special color just for him. My chin bobs in a captivated nod. “Then I think you should leave the party… and go find that person.” He smiles, leaning in closer to tease my lips with his. “So then it’s a date.” “’Kay…” I whisper, forcing my voice to sound even.