For the Fans

by Nyla K.

“Starting without me?” Kyran grumbles, closing and locking the door behind him.

He breathes roughly, tiptoeing closer. “This is fucked…” “Get over it, superstar.” I unbutton my shirt. “It’s happening. Channel your horrendous attitude into at least acting like you’re fun.” “I am fun.” He scowls, removing his headband and tossing it onto the floor. “But I honestly think taking my clothes off in front of you sounds like a waking nightmare.” “Hm. Interesting.” I shrug out of my dress shirt. His eyes do a very quick drop over my shirtless torso before coming back up to mine. Then he tugs his shirt over his head.

“Scared yet?” I smirk at Kyran, to which he hits me with his signature scowl. “If you keep running your mouth, there’s no way I’ll be able to get hard.”

“Don’t lick me, Avi,” Kyran threatens. “Or I’ll rip your tongue off.” “Mmm… that’s it. Talk dirty to me,” I tease. He makes it way too easy. Kyran growls, his movements slowing. “I’m gonna fucking murder you.”

“Fuck off.” I lick her harder. This time, my tongue touches his lip, and he reaches for my throat,

“Just do it…” he whispers. “Do what?” My voice comes out equally soft and throaty. “We both know this is where it’s headed, so just…” He stops to swallow. “Just do it.”

“This is just for the fans… right?”

“Uhh… um…” He fumbles for words, the sounds of his panting lulling me into a trance. “I won’t…” I tell him, hoarsely, surrendering to the sensation of his timid strokes while I play with his cock in a way that he obviously likes but refuses to admit it. “Stop… t-talking, Avi…” he groans.

“Don’t make that noise,” I whisper sternly, flicking my tongue in his ear, sucking the lobe again until he squirms beneath me. “I can’t help it…” His hands glide onto my shoulders. “It feels good.” A twitch happens between my legs. I don’t want it to, but it does, and it turns my stomach some more. “I felt that…” Avi chuckles. “Shut the fuck up,” I growl and bite his ear.

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

“I’m fine with it.” I shrugged casually, then arched a brow. “Unless you wanna help me out with this…” I slowly palmed my cock over my pants. “You know, practice.” Witnessing him swallow

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.” 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.

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.

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.”

I’m going to bed... Why? What are you doing? Avi: Also going to bed. Avi: So it’s kinda like we’re… going to bed together ;)

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.”

All I know is that I’m kissing him because I want to, because it feels good. And I don’t give a fuck about money or recording… I don’t care that he’s my stepbrother, or that we’re different. This isn’t about the fans. Because we have one very important thing in common that I never noticed until right now… We’re both trying desperately to figure out who we are.