For the Fans

by Nyla K.

New York is a cluttered hub for all of the realest people I’ve ever encountered.

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.

Unicorndicks: God, I would beg you to ruin my life and thank you for it after.

there’s literally no way Kyran would ever even consider going gay-for-pay. Especially not with me.

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.

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.

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.

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

Biting my lip, I watch Kyran take the field, shouting things to his players. He looks good… Is he supposed to look this good? Am I supposed to notice how good he looks??

want to feel you—it.” He corrects himself quickly, then clears his throat, his whispers taking on a nervous shake. “Just… fuck me, Avi. I want you to… fuck me.” That’s what I wanted to hear.

“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.”

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.

I manage to make it through my next few sets, but I can feel Avi the way you can feel a storm in your bones; a persistent ache that just won’t go away.

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

“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.”

Once again, I forgot we were filming. Because the Fans is seeming more and more like an afterthought lately.

Is it even for the fans??

“Avi…” I whimper, struggling to keep my wobbly knees from giving out. “Avi, come in me… b-baby.” “God, I love hearing you call me that,” he grunts.

Great Odin’s raven, I have zero chill right now.

It just feels right, this whole thing. Being with him… Even if it’s not, I don’t give a sparkling fuck soaring through the air. I never want this to end.

“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.”

“Happy New Year, baby,” he murmurs into my mouth,

Me: You’re right… I never really hated you, baby. Because I think I love you.

“You’re worth the wait, gorgeous,”

Kyran Harbor is the love of my life. That’s it. I’ve fallen. Hook, line, and sinker, he has my whole heart.

I could feel him pulling away. Resisting, because he thinks he’s broken. He’s fucking not. And even if he is, so what?? I’d still do everything in my power to fix him, to make him mine. Because I just want him, broken or not. I want all his uneven pieces.

Don’t shut me out, Kyran. Let me love you the way I’m supposed to.

The real Kyran Harbor wouldn’t be alive without Avi Vega. He’s my reason, my rescue.

“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.”

Avi the Angel takes care of his baby.

“Condoms and lube.” Avi smirks. “Avi!” I bark, and he laughs. “I’m just kidding…” he sighs. “We don’t use condoms.” “Oh my God, I’m gonna staple your lips shut!” I growl.

“Baby!” I hear him shouting as soon as he’s inside, his footsteps clomping through the foyer. “I’m telling you… I’ve had a day. I need a beer, a bath, and that dick. Not necessarily in that order…”