For the Fans

by Nyla K.

If there are people out there who also love art and emo music

I love emo music.

I don’t get it. But apparently, it’s one of those things that only makes sense to moms.

I'm getting old, I'm a mom and it makes sense to me.

My mom rolls her eyes while I stub the joint out on my tongue.

... doesn't that hurt?

That probably makes me sound like a huge loser, but I think we’ve already established that I am, so if the worn Converse sneaker fits…

“Tom?” I can’t help the way I scoff. “That’s a stupid name…”

Your name is Aviel.

It’s a sliding door, so you really can’t slam it, which only serves to piss me off more. And I end up reopening and closing it four times just to slam it as hard as I can. Completely unsatisfying. And now I look like even more of child having a temper tantrum.

“I want both of you to apologize and shake hands,” Hannah demands. “Right now.”

What are they, five?

“Why do you have so much filming equipment?” I ask, trying to be as careful as possible wrapping her expensive stuff.

Oh I wonder why.

I see through the wall of my teammates that Baldwin the Eagle has removed his head.

Guess who.

I’m struggling not to, but I glance over to the sidelines once more, where Baldwin… aka Avi… is doing the Moonwalk. Jesus fucking Christ, take the wheel. Please.

I laughed.

And I’m celebrating… But also itching to get off the field and confront our mascot.

Be like Elsa and just let it go.

The Uber comes to a stop in front of my house, right behind what looks to be another Uber. I step out of mine at the same time that Avi is stepping out of his,

Could’ve saved money if you just would’ve gone together.

“See, now… if you weren’t such a prick, we could’ve split one,” he mutters while we walk up to the front door.

Like I said.

The entire twenty-minute drive,

It’s only 20 minutes?? I do that every day to work.

I had already boarded the crazy train… there was no getting off now. Actually, there would be plenty of getting off. No shortage of puns available in this situation.

“All we need to do is find someone who needs money,

Now who do we know that needs money?

Going to Brookline would guarantee a wilder night.

I don't think you realize how wild exactly.

I have no idea what’s going on between them,

I think I do.

Me: Hey Five minutes go by before he even reads the message, and even so, he doesn’t respond.

I hate when people send me texts like that, just tell me what you need.

I can tell his dick is generous in size.

It always is in these books.

chokehold.

That was the last book I read before this one haha.

A full sleeve of tattoos on his right arm and more scattered in other places…

Of course he has tattoos.

Sipping the drink again, I look around, already feeling warmed up, partially from the booze,

You had two sips.

“What the fuck are you doing in here??” He keeps coming at me with his signature brand of hostility, and I back up. “Partying.” I wink at Bea, who bites her lip. Kyran’s angry eyes flit between the two of us. “Are you two hooking up?”

Is he there because he saw them go to the bathroom and he got jealous?

The way the plump bottom one fits snugly in between mine… like a perfect, plush puzzle piece. I can’t even help but give it a gentle, hesitant suck. You know… since it’s right there. And he purrs. He fucking purrs. The hot, grouchy blonde. My stepbrother. That noise, Jesus Christ…

We’re actually not even out of the building before she shoves me into the bathroom. Oh no… Not the bathroom.

Oh yes, just not with her.

“You’re so fucking hot,” she purrs into my mouth, grinding her small, petite body on me. “I’ve wanted to hook up with you for so long.”

Desperate, much?

I draw my finger back, pumping it in again until he whimpers, “Slow, baby.” “If you call me baby again, I’ll stuff my whole hand in here,” I growl,

I laughed.

yes, he apparently left his socks on…

That's such a turn-off.

He bottomed… But I feel like I’m the one who’s fucked.

In the interest of getting him off my back—figuratively, I guess… God, help me—I

I don’t understand how he’s possibly in such good shape. It doesn’t make any sense. Why does he need to have a body like that anyway?? He doesn’t do anything. The only parts of his body he uses are his hands for drawing and rolling joints, and his giant mouth for talking shit. And I guess his dick for… Well, yea.

Yes, college is where I uncovered my bisexuality. But I don’t think college was responsible for that revelation. It just so happens to be the place where I figured it out.

Same.

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.

“I was just talking to your stepbrother about your NFL prospects,” Lexi interrupts me again, turning to flutter her fake lashes at Kyran.

Jesus she’s insufferable.

“We don’t need him at the away games,” Kyran mumbles, still playing with his food. “He’s too distracting, anyway.”

Don’t be such an ass.

“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,

It’s really not.

kicking off his shoes and removing everything to make him fully naked—except for his socks again—and

NOT THE SOCKS

“Robin.” I bite my lip. He squints down at her. “Why Robin?” “Because she’s my sidekick,” I tell him. He peeks at me. “I’m Batman.”

“Avi, stop fucking around. Let’s just… talk business.” “But fucking around is our business.”

“Can I just say how happy I am to see you two getting along?” Hannah’s voice chimes,

Oh you have no idea.

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

Well...

Faking shit only lasts for so long…” I blink, then mumble, “I guess.”

He's not only speaking about his family.

“If you think you’re getting into that shower before me, you’re higher than I am,” Avi grunts, pushing me out of the way. “Are you fucking serious??” I whisper-bark at him. “Which one of us still has cum lingering in his ass?” I raise my hand, and he grins. “Please keep raising your hand to that question. It’s my favorite thing you’ve ever done.”

I smirk, and he grins. “Okay, well let’s go Silence of the Lambs, because it’s in my top five.” His face whips in my direction. “It’s in my top five, too.”

I've never seen it.

Our breathing is bouncing off the interior of the vehicle, windows fogged up so thick you can’t even see outside.

Titanic style.

slapping his hand against the window

Titanic style?

“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…?”

I’d slink out the door and rush back to my dorm to meet Kyran so we could kiss at midnight.

Oh god I hope he shows up.

Kyran: I’m here… Are you back yet?

Thank god he showed up.