For the Fans

by Nyla K.

Kyran gasps, and I peek up to find him gazing down at me. “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, groaning at the sensation. But I hear emotion racking his voice. My eyes stay locked on his while he bites his lip, resting his forehead on the wall. “I’m just… I’m so fucking confused…”

Ky is right its not okay

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. He actually hums from within his chest as the liquor dribbles into his mouth. And I watch on eagerly at the delicious sight of his throat adjusting to swallow,

Whaaaa oh boy

But there’s something about the way his eyes are gleaming up at me. The way he’s touching me, his fingers slowly brushing up and down my thighs. I think he might be… coming to terms with something. And apparently, I’m a part of that, which makes me feel so damn special, I think my heart is actively trying to spring out of my chest like a cuckoo clock.

Yeah and he will hurt you tomorrow

Oh crap… I gave him a hickey on his chest.

At least he can hide it

On his way out the door, he stops to look over his shoulder. His eyes drop to the cat, and he says, “Bye, Robin.” Then he aims those pretty orbs of awed hazel at me and whispers, “Bye, Batman.”

Shut up

Sooo… I spent the afternoon doing something I never in a million years could have predicted I’d do willingly… I gave myself an enema. Okay, before you judge me, just let me explain.

The snort that left me

Instinctively, my eyes fling to my bedroom door, which is open. “You shouldn’t…”

CLOSE IT

His kiss is altitude, lifting me up past my normal center of gravity.

What a line!

Avi pries his lips from mine, breathing heavily like he’s trying to find his way back to earth as he nods. Rolling off me, and off the bed, he stumbles over to close the door gently, locking it with a click. He spins to face me, biting his lip, pinning me with a look that throbs my balls and rushes blood to my dick so fast, I feel woozy.

Ok but listen horndogs... Is avis door closed?? If not thr bathroom links to this room. Setting up for closeted outraged disaster

“I love how you make me come… b—” I chomp down onto the pillow fast to shut myself up.

B????? Baby!??!

“I want it…” My chest quavers. I’m all sensation right now, my sticky skin flushed, nipples peaked and aching with the desire to be soaked in his orgasm. “Cover me in cum, baby…” My eyes snap open. Fuck, what did I just say?? Avi’s eyes widen.

AHHHHHHHHH BABY!!!!!

“You called me baby…” he whispers, and I groan, covering my face with my hands to hide from the endless shit he’s about to give me over that slip. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around my waist, dropping kisses on that sensitive spot by my ear. “And you said you’re mine.”

Im dying

“Does that make you happy?” he asks quietly. Yes. “No. I mean, I don’t care…” I grumble. “I’m not going to hook up with other guys… Because this is just about… the money.” I gulp out the words. His eyes are wide as I mumble, “Right?”

Kyran you stupid bitch

“Can I just say how happy I am to see you two getting along?” Hannah’s voice chimes, tearing me out of my self-loathing long enough to focus on what she’s saying. “I always hoped you boys would finally start acting like brothers at some point.”

Now isnt the time mom!

stalk toward the stairs as he whispers behind me, “Okay… Goodnight.” Clomping up the steps, I rub some feeling back into my hands, caressing a line on my palm… Our street, where he found me. “Goodnight.”

OUR STREET???!?!!!!!!!

A thumb with something wrapped around it. It tastes bad… I hate it. I hate this so much. “Stop…” I cry, tears falling from my eyes as I scratch and dig to escape, but I can’t fucking move. I’m stuck, like my body is frozen solid. Kneeling and subservient. “You know who you are.” No. No, no, no, please. Please stop. “This is you, Kyran. He made you this way…”

What happened to my boy

“Avi…” My fingers lace with his, almost timidly. And then my leg swoops over his. “I need to ask you something…” “Ask me,” he whispers. “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.”

AHhhhh

“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.”

Lmao

But at the same time, I’m finally beginning to recognize this for what it is… Good.

Oh godthis is too early in the book

Somewhere along the lines, the hate fizzled out, and something new sprouted up in its place. Affection… Fondness… Attachment? I don’t get it, but now, when I’m peeking at him from around the shower curtain, watching him gargle mouthwash and tie his messy hair back in a tiny half-bun, I don’t see my stepbrother who pisses me off to no end. I don’t even see my reluctant business partner I’ve been forced to interact with in order to stay in school. I just see Avi. The guy who’s seen parts of me no one else has. The guy who never stops smiling at me, no matter how mean I am to him. The guy with snowflakes on his eyelashes, who brought me my coat last night. That guy wouldn’t be doing all of that just for money… Would he?

“That’s it, my pretty little football slut,” he whispers, and my eyes are rolling back in my skull. “Look at that big dick come…”

Hate it lol

He reaches into the backseat, returning with his laptop case. “Way ahead of you, babe.” Unzipping it, he pulls out his laptop while I openly gawk at the side of his face. “If you’re going to keep acting crazy every time I call you that, then I’ll be forced to stop doing it.” I press my lips together. “Sorry. It’s just… Babe. I like babe.” “I thought you might.” He slinks a side-look at me that’s part teasing, part totally sexy and boyfriend-y, and… fucking mine. Great Odin’s raven, I have zero chill right now.

Im squeaking

“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.

BDbpqxbbppxwqux

I’m in deep, purgatory-level trouble right now… Because I think I’m falling in—

Ahhhhbbbbbbbbbcxdxcggj

God-fucking-damnit… I can’t fall in love with my stepbrother.

Sure you can

I mean, shit. This is a fucking date, I don’t care who you ask. And now he doesn’t want to go… And I definitely don’t want to go. So maybe we shouldn’t… go. Ever. Maybe we should just stay like this and make us happen, because clearly, we both want it.

Ughhh

“I’m so… sorry…” I gasp, out of breath with blood rushing in my ears. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I struggle to suck air into my lungs before I pass out. “Wouldn’t… let me leave. Train… no Ubers… fucking ran… Jesus Christ…” I’m seeing spots. Kyran’s lips slope into an amused grin. His hands reach out and he drapes them over my chest. “Breathe, Avi.” I pull in a deep one, and he chuckles. “It’s okay. You made it.”

Im dying. I love them

Seventh orgasm in the last eighteen hours, between sucking, fucking, and the one time he slid his cock inside my ass, wrapped my legs around his waist, and jammed at my prostate like he was trying to win a prize.

Jesus

“And what happens… when you leave that place?” He peeks up at me for a split second before returning to my hand, a nervous, almost innocent air about him while he chews on his bottom lip. “Is that the end of the line? Friend Land?” My heart is lurching slowly up my throat as I shake my head. “I think there might be another place. But… no one’s ever been there.” He blinks wide eyes at me. “It’s pretty vacant.” “Like an abandoned amusement park?” he murmurs quietly, and I nod. “Yea. I’ve never met anyone who just… went there willingly.” “If I wanted to go…” he says, barely audibly with his lips shivering mere inches from mine. “Would you take me?”

I Am LOSING my mind

“Holy shit,” he whispers, face lighting up. “It’s you! Hey!” My eyebrow arches, and I give him a look like he might be a li’l loco. “Uh… I’m sorry. Have we met?” “No, no.” He chuckles, keeping his voice down as he leans in closer. “I subscribe to your OnlyFans.”

Omg no

“Who heard me? Why are you freaking out…” She pushes the button for the elevator. “Did you already talk to Zeb??” I give her a puzzled look. “No. Why… What happened to Zeb?” “Nothing happened to him,” she whispers, looking around before she says, “Look, I came here to talk to you. Shit might be hitting the fan a little…”

Omg imgomgomfmfsbs what

“Babe…” I call to Kyran, wandering over to the bedroom. “Are you dressed?” I hear him shuffling around in there before he swings open the bedroom door, glaring at me. “Can you not call me babe when she’s here, please?” I roll my eyes. “Kyran, it’s Frankie. We had a fucking threesome with her. She’s not going to say anything to anyone…”

Sigh

“See ya, Avi,” he murmurs on his way out. And I just sit, numb. Empty and alone… In my abandoned amusement park.

Fuck...

He steps inside, drops the bag with a thunk, and tilts his head at us. “I’m your roommate… Ash Holloway.” We’re both just gawking at him. And he grins. “Sorry I’m late.”

Dude........

You’re not good enough. You’re weak. You’re worthless. You’re scared. This is the real you… Not the superstar they see on the outside. You’re a pathetic, broken little failure… Why would you think he’d ever want you?

My poor baby

“Damn fucking straight!” Guty shouted, slapping me hard on the back. “Now let’s go fucking win this thing, baby!” I’m not your baby… My grin widened, and I slapped my hands together, muscles stiffening with determination. I’m his.

You better be

I can’t have feelings for him, because I’m not gay.

Baby you are

“Kyran! Wait—” Avi shouts. “Dude, mellow!” Guty hollers. But it’s too late. I’m already launching myself at Ash, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him onto the floor. “Don’t fucking touch him!” I snarl over Ash’s face, all semblance of control lost.

Oh holy shit

My stomach flops aggressively. “You’re not talking about OnlyFans, are you…?” She chuckles. “No. I’m not.” Letting out a ragged sigh, I scrape a hand over my face and whisper, “He’s my stepbrother, Frankie…” “So?” She scoffs. “He’s not your actual brother.” I chew on my lip. “But I’m not… I mean, I didn’t think I was…” “But you are,” she breathes.

Yes tell him Frankie

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

Aswwww

“Yea, and that’s another thing,” I grunt, aggressively brushing my hair out of my eyes. “Who the fuck is giving them all this information?? I mean, what have I done to anyone in this school? I’m basically invisible. Why do they want to take me down so bad?”

Ok guesses. Lexi Ash or Guty

“Get this.” Guty’s eyes flick. “Ash Holloway… is Dean Perkins’s nephew.”

WOAH THIS BITCH

I’m just staring at him, and he’s staring at me like he wants the same thing I do…

he looks at me. I look at him!

“Looking sharp.” My father grins and slaps him on the back. “Oh, boy…” Avi rubs the back of his neck, his eyes pinging between our parents and the rest of the party, most of whom are staring at him. “I was really hoping you guys wouldn’t be here for this…”

FUCK

“Hey, I didn’t subscribe or anything.” He grins. “You know who I think did, though…?” I peer at him. “Who??” He nods in Theo’s direction.

SUS!!!!

Me: Meet me in the back by the locker rooms in ten minutes

Stupid....

He leans in close to my ear, squeezing my shivering hand in his. “Thank you for coming to prom with me, Avi.” I think I might literally be falling down if he wasn’t standing close enough to hold me up. He’s… asking me to prom? My first prom… He made a prom for me?? “You did this…?” I glance around at the lights. “I know… pretty corny,” he huffs. “Uh-uh.” I shake my head firmly, and he peeks at me. “It’s fucking perfect, Kyran.”

Shut THE FUCK up!!!!!

And he hums, “Dance with me.”

HE MADE A PROM FOR HIMMMMMMMM

“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.”

Oh my god my babies

Kyran’s lips shiver on an anxious exhale. “I don’t think I can fight it anymore, Avi…” My breathing shallows. “Fight what?” “Us…” The gold and green in his eyes glow, offering me a timid sparkle. “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.

Im sobbing