25. Charlie
“To your left,” I called to Jesse, narrowly keeping the smirk out of my voice. It was always a treat when he was playing like shit.
It was so, so nice to have a reason to gloat.
Though he was so distracted tonight, it hardly felt like a win.
I thought we’d sorted our differences last week, but maybe there were still some lingering feelings there that needed to be addressed. I tucked the notion into the back of my mind.
“Thanks,” he said, his voice oddly shaky. “ Coming around.”
“You’re really off today, huh?” I asked, poking a bit of fun.
My three monitors glowed in the dim, purplish lights of my room, giving a bit of a man-at-the-desk vibe that would’ve made me an excellent superhero sidekick.
Or a supervillain, I guess.
I had the game on the screen right in front of me, and a screen stacked above it, with Jesse’s stream going so I could watch the chat fly by, a flutter of nonsensical emotes moving so quickly it was hard to follow them at all. Well, until they started to tell me off for ragging on their favorite streamer.
Snackless: be nice!!
PeaPodThePlayful: he’s doing his best :(
PeaPodThePlayful: at being a feeder.
MostlyBex: who cares how tf jesse plays when they look like that oml
Eixela22: fckn huge too ayoooooo
Even though I had no real interest in streaming myself, it was always a blast when I got to come on. To the viewers, I was just a side character to the stream, almost an NPC in the Theybe_Knot cinematic universe. A beloved repeat cameo that the fans were always excited to see.
Cameo… I should probably call him. It’s been a minute.
But I was way too busy for that tonight lining up my traps to try and catch the other team off guard. Though I was usually our healer, I was pulling double duty tonight since Tara couldn’t make the stream.
I didn’t mind so much though. It was pretty fun to pretend to be in the limelight, at least in short stints. Especially when I was lurking and someone asked about me.
Once, Jesse even did a stream where he called me out of the blue to ask me coding questions while he tried to make a game on stream with his chat. It was categorically a disastrous unplayable piece of garbage, but I’d nicked the files out of his drive and finished it up for him as a Christmas gift last year. Jesse played it as part of a special NYE stream and I’d earned the nickname “Code Daddy” from the chat. It was funny, especially when one of the mods added a Code Daddy emoji to the chat that gets spammed whenever I’m around.
The entire social ecosystem and language created in the chat, all centered around Jesse and their charisma was so interesting. I always found it impressive, how gravitational they were, even when they didn’t recognize it themselves.
“ Damn ,” Jesse groaned as his character went down. I’d been working to set up heals, but for some reason he’d moved away from the group, making himself easy pickings for the other team.
“Get back in there, we need our shooter,” I ordered, the faintest tinge of an alpha bark lingering at the edges of my tone.
“Coming back from spawn now,” they mumbled, shifting in their seat with a little huff.
The countdown for the other team began as they captured the area, making me sigh down the mic. My eyes moved to the screen with Jesse’s stream, keeping watch on it for the last few moments of the countdown. Defeat arrived in large red letters a few moments later, the chat going wild depending on whether they won channel points or lost them. Jesse was normally a pretty sure bet, so I’m sure his believers weren’t happy. Especially not with convention season coming up—there was a lot riding on being able to redeem for big prizes like being invited to join the mod team for a special breakfast or priority queueing for his meet and greet.
I pulled up our private chat and shot him a message.
Char.Ruin13: You doing okay? Seem off tonight.
I watched him glance to his second screen before his eyes dropped to his lap, almost quick enough that I missed it before he returned his focus to the chat.
Jesse: Yeah, just off my game a bit
Char.Ruin13: No worries, I got your back
Jesse: :))
We started the next game, Jesse taking a few extra seconds before running into the fray to deal some damage. I worked to set up a few heal spots before joining the battle to provide on-site healing. We were doing much better this round, our tank holding the line far more effectively now that they’d gotten their bearings with the rest of the team.
“Where are you Jess? Need a heal?”
“I’m good, just keeping my distance, looking for a weapons upgrade…” His tone was short and strained, a subtle sheen forming along his skin.
My eyes flashed to my third monitor before focusing back on the game, trying to ignore the way Jesse’s shallow breaths in my headset pickled at the back of my neck.
I tried to keep my focus on the game, but Jesse was distracting as fuck.
Watching his stream, it didn’t seem like his demeanor was that off. Sure, he was a bit stiffer in his chair than normal, but he was still landing shots… some of them, at least.
Even with his more frequent misses, our team was winning, with Jesse taking out their healers left and right as our tank worked on gaining control of the goal.
The round ended in a well-deserved win, the chat congratulating us as we watched the highlight reel for player of the game— me —roll.
I leaned back in my chair and turned to the monitor I’d been trying to keep my eyes off of all game. The third one, sitting to my side.
There was Tara, the screen of her laptop and whatever glow from Jesse’s ring light made it under the desk lighting her in half shadow. It was enough to clearly make out the white lingerie she wore, in stark contrast with the tattoos that covered a good portion of her skin. Her knees pressed hard into the carpet at Jesse’s feet, lips wrapped around their cock as her hand worked up and down his shaft.
God, she’s so fucking beautiful.
Always had been.
When it was just her, sprawled out in her nest of pillows in an array of purples like some kind of summery flower field, it was mesmerizing. The way her creamy, smooth skin moved in the neon lights kept my attention exactly where it needed to be, on her glossy opening as she fucked herself with her fingers or whatever toy she’d chosen for the day.
But watching them both? It was something else entirely.
Consuming.
A well of need that stretched so deeply into the center of my being that I wondered if there was an end at all.
My fingers flew across the keys as I typed into the little dialogue box for the SLCK’d chat.
Glitched_Attraction69: Donated 100 - such a good girl, taking their cock so well. make them come in the next game, but if they don’t win you’ll both be punished.
She pulled away to lick along the underside of Jesse’s shaft, offering me a nod to confirm she understood my request.
Speaking was too risky, Jesse’s microphone was always hot while they streamed, and even the subtle wet noises of her mouth and throat were occasionally picked up by the low gate.
I squeezed my cock, hard and leaking precum where it waited for me against my thigh now that I wasn’t in the middle of the match. My fingers wrapped around to jerk my wrist hard, my eyes on Tara as she sucked at Jesse’s head and fondled his balls.
Everything about this was hot as fuck. The secrecy. The money exchanged. That neither of them had any clue it was their alpha behind the screen.
I could hardly stand it, my pace picking up with a grunt as Tara slurped Jesse’s cock back into her throat.
“You good?” Jesse asked, voice higher than normal.
“Perfect,” I rumbled, clicking around a few of my settings so I could play the entire game with one hand on my programmed mouse. My other hand continued along my cock, eyes flicking between all the screens.
It was impossible to focus on the game as Tara doubled down, working Jesse over hard to make good on my request. Her nails bit into his thigh and he bit his lip, the subtle shift of his hips to fuck her mouth nearly sending me over the edge myself.
Jesse’s long lashes kissed his cheek with a long, slow blink. A hand scraped through his blond curls showing off a flexed, tattooed bicep in the process.
Fuck.
I died, mostly on purpose, and took the opportunity to shoot off another message.
Glitched_Attraction69: Make sure you show me your cum trophy, babygirl.