For the Fans

by Nyla K.

“I wanna eat your ass, baby,” he hums, and my balls throb, hard. Before I can even scold him about the baby thing, he goes on. “I’ve been thinking about it since the last time… I wanna lick you until you’re crying for me, and then I wanna stuff my cock deep inside you.”

“Give me your cock…” I gasp and pant. “God, I fucking want it so bad.”

know you’re missing my cock right now…” he hums. “Wishing I was there to fuck you full. But you’ll have to make due with your fingers, okay?”

To come with him. For the fans… and for him.

gotta go,” I huff to him. “Don’t leave me, baby…” he whispers sleepily. “Just keep me…”

And that’s the most complicated part of all this… I can’t tell where my stepbrother who thoroughly dislikes me ends, and my business partner who kisses me like my lips are holding him to the earth begins.

I can’t tell where my stepbrother who thoroughly dislikes me ends, and my business partner who kisses me like my lips are holding him to the earth begins.

can’t be more than that, and it won’t be. Because he’s your stepbrother, and he’s doing this for the money. You both are. It’s all just an act… for the fans.

“You’re here,” I whisper on his pouty mouth, “Because you want to be…”

“Then get naked for me, baby,” I command in a hushed tone. “Like you want to.”

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.

But for right now, I can see the Kyran who comes back to me; the one who knocks on my door in the middle of the night and crawls into bed with me, awaiting something that only I can give him.

“Baby… You are so goddamn beautiful. I don’t think, I know.”

“You like it when I kiss you everywhere, beautiful thing?”

“No. I don’t care about anything else when you’re riding my ass with your big cock.”

“I’ll give you anything you want, just please don’t take this ass away from me…”

“You wanna come on your stepbrother’s cock?” “Yesss, please,” he gasps. “Is your warm, tight hole gonna suck out your stepbrother’s come?”

“I want it… I want my stepbrother to drain his balls deep in my ass.”

If I’ve learned anything in the last couple of months, it’s that whether you want to admit it or not, sex is a huge part of human life. It’s connection in a lot of ways. Even… uninhibited chemistry that pops up when you least expect it.

Each time we’re together, it gets deeper. More intense, more staggering, more… beautiful. More terrifying.

Is it even for the fans??

“I don’t know…” His fingers brush over mine. “Maybe sometimes opposites can attract. Maybe someone has something that you don’t… And they make you better.”

“Was it really an accident…?” My mouth eases closer to his lips. “When you touched my hand earlier?” Raising my hand clasped in his, he drags it up to his chest. “It’s never been an accident with you, Kyran.” My eyes flutter shut, forehead dropping to his. “Was it an accident for you? When you called me baby…?” My head shakes. “It’s never an accident.”

His bed creaks a little, so we keep it slow. But it’s fine, because it feels incredible this way… Hands all over, lips sucking, teeth nipping, tongues professing what our mouths have to keep quiet. We’re all breaths, soft gasps, and hushed grunts, hidden away in secret, giving one another the pleasure that’s been sustaining us all along.

But it feels divine. Heavenly… A miracle if there ever was one. My damning he’s turned into sweet salvation.

“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.”

“Quiet, baby. Let me fuck the cum out of you real quick.”

“You nice and sensitive for me this morning, beautiful boy?”

“Show me how you come for only me, superstar,” he whispers in my ear.

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.

If we’re not doing this for the fans, then that means we’re doing it… for each other.

“Because they’re fans of us, Kyran,” I tell him sincerely. “Us together. It’s like watching a love story and rooting for the two main characters to end up together. Sure, they love to watch us fucking, but I think they also love us as a… couple.”

It’s like this palpable emotion, pleading with me to wrap myself around him and never let go.

I want him moving in between my legs… I want him rutting inside me, and I want to come on his cock. I want to fucking bottom, at least once, just to see what it’s like.

“You’re gonna ruin my jersey, aren’t you?” He grins on my mouth, and I chuckle. “You told me to keep it on…” “Yea, because it’s hot as fuck.” He pulls away from my lips, gazing down with hooded eyes. “Even more now. I wanna shove my cock in you while you’re wearing my jersey, baby.”

“Baby, it might work better if I… flip onto my stomach,” I rasp, curling at the waist to give him as much of my ass as possible. But he’s kneeling over my legs, so it’s hard to move. “I know…” he mumbles, burying his face between my legs. “But I want to see your face.” Aww… That’s sweet. Why is that so sweet? “I promise I’ll… I’ll turn my face,” I breathe, sweating and burning up so hot my back is sticking to the leather. “I promise I’ll look at you.”

“You taste like candy, Twizzler boy.” He grins, and I chuckle. “My strawberry sweetness.”

“I’m fucking obsessed with you,” I whimper into his mouth. “You were totally right.” “Good.” He reaches into my pocket, fishing out the bottle of lube. “Because I think I’m kind of obsessed with you too…”

“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’m fucking feral for him. His sex, yes, but for him, more than anything. I think I’d let him stuff his entire body inside me at this point, just to keep him; to feel him reigning over my insides.

“I’m gonna go in slow, baby…” he breathes. “So you can feel every inch.”

“Fuck me more… Deeper. Harder. More cock, Kyran. More on that spot, Kyran. More more fucking more.”

“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.”

“That’s it… Come for me, sexy. Feel every inch of my dick in your perfect body while you come. Fuck, Avi, you’re… I’m…”

The thing is that I would be willing to take that kind of heat from people for Kyran. At this juncture in our bizarre, befuddling little relationship, I’m coming to terms with the idea of disappointing and weirding people out for him, because I care more about the way it feels to be with him than a million scoffs and eyerolls.

It’s us. Not Backwardz_Cap and Not_Your_Baby… Kyran and Avi. Falling into each other, over and over again, because we want to.

“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.”

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.

“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…”

“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.”