For the Fans

by Nyla K.

My face lit up and I gasped, “Will you be my OnlyFans Yoda?!” “Show your dick on camera you will, young Nerdwalker,” she teased, and I cackled.

“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.”

Plus, I can just go extra hard on the cardio later.” He winks at me. “I’m very uncomfortable with how much I’m swooning right now,” I mumble, and he chuckles again. “Just saying…” “All part of the plan… baby,” he hums, grabbing me by his jersey and pulling my lips to his.

“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.”

“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.

“Say it back, Avi. Don’t be a jerk.”

“Alright, alright. We’re not in Green Bay. Enough with the cheese,”

“Okay, listen… You guys don’t know the reason why I left, so I understand you’re just protecting your friend, because you think I broke his heart. And why wouldn’t you?? I’ve been bullying him and running from him for forever. But the truth is that I’m in love with him. I’m so crazy in love with him, and I just want to be with him… To hold his hand, and buy him Twizzlers, and listen to him talk about reptilians. I want to support him like he’s supported me, and I want to see his eyes sparkle when he’s excited. I’m in love with Avi Vega, wholly, truly, un-fucking-deniably.” I bend to make eye contact with Zeb. “So I’m gonna need that address… Because I don’t want, I need to kiss him right now. More than I need air in my lungs.”

Mom sighs, a pitying sound, and I shoot a glare in her direction. “Avi, I say this with love…” she starts, standing up from the couch. “You need to smoke some weed. Because you’re stressing me out.”