Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CURTIS
That sneaky little gremlin.
No, I’m not talking about that dickhead Josiah. I’m talking about KingdomHearts. The one and only Finn Healy.
I’d be furious if I hadn’t caught the end of his conversation with Josiah. The conversation where Finn not only defended me, stood up for me, but the one that confirmed without a doubt that he knows I’m Gunner.
From there, it was only a matter of figuring out if my hunches were correct. Watching him answer Gunner’s text while I sneakily spied from the hallway sealed it for me.
Finn is the guy I’ve been trying to distract myself with, so I don’t think about him. Finn. Their similarities in mannerisms, even over text, were evident, but I thought I was reading into it.
Finn is … he’s so precious and should be protected at all costs. Which is why I stepped in when that fuckstain Josiah said guys like me wouldn’t give Finn the time of day. I’d give him a full twenty-four hours and then some.
I should be more mad than I am, really. Finn being my friend to my face while talking to me behind an anonymous name online, pretending he only knows me as Curtis when he’s seen me at my most physically vulnerable …
If it were anyone else but Finn, I’d think they’d done it on purpose to mess with me or judge me or trick me in some way into falling for them.
With Finn, I already know none of that is him. He doesn’t have it in him to be that manipulative. I may not know the reasons why he did it, but he did.
And as pissed off as I am—which on a scale of one to ten is probably a five—this whole revelation about who he is has only made me want him more.
It’s a miracle I didn’t jump him in that hallway, push him down to the floor, and cover him in my cum right there for his sister and all my friends to see.
That tiny bit of anger I hold toward him really helps in the self-restraint department.
But now that game night is over and I’m in bed, naked, horny, and still a little angry, I contemplate what my payback could be.
The mature thing would be to tell him that I know that he knows that—wait, I’m already lost. Either way, I’m not mature. More now than ever, I want that collaboration with KingdomHearts.
I’ve left the sucker on read, enjoying the idea of him impatiently waiting for my proposition. I’m painfully hard thinking about what Finn and I could get up to. Sorry, KingdomHearts.
I open the app on my phone, one-handed because the other is too busy lazily stroking my aching cock. It might be one of those nights where I need to get myself off quickly with no show, no performance, only the need for a release as ugly and fast as possible.
Instead of taking care of that, I type one-handed. It takes a long time to type out a message, so of course, I’m going to send them one by one. Agonizingly slow and minutes apart. I only wish I could see him as he reads each one.
Gunner
My proposition is this.
You. Me.
On camera. Split screen. You where you are, me here.
Collaboration.
Either he’s also typing one-handed, or he’s trying to figure out a way to let me down gently.
KingdomHearts
I think you’re underestimating how opposed I am to sharing my body with the world.
Gunner
Why? It’s fucking mouth-watering. Or is this a porn is beneath you kind of thing?
Guilt-tripping? Moi? Have no idea what that is.
KingdomHearts
No! It’s not that at all. I admire the hell out of you for doing what you do. But I … I’m nowhere near confident enough.
Gunner
You sent that video to me. How is that different?
KingdomHearts
Because I know you.
Uh, I feel like I know you. Through your videos. And I knew you wouldn’t judge me for it. Even then, it took a lot of hesitance and changing my mind before I sent it.
Gunner
You wouldn’t have to show your face. Just like the one you sent me. You’d be completely anonymous.
He’s either thinking about it or trying to come up with a way to say fuck off without saying those exact words.
Gunner
What if we did a collab but I promise not to publish it unless you approve? I’ll even split the tips fifty-fifty. You’re still looking for a job, aren’t you?
It’s evil, but hey, this is his payback. And proposing we get on a call and make each other come isn’t exactly the worst punishment. I promised myself that I’d keep my distance from Finn, not from KingdomHearts. It’s the loosest loophole I’ve ever heard, but I’m clinging to it.
KingdomHearts
… I’m not saying yes. But what would it involve?
Gunner
I should not have had my hand on my dick while I read that. I almost came.
KingdomHearts
You’re killing me. I want to see it.
Gunner
You’ve seen it at least a hundred times.
KingdomHearts
Cute you think I haven’t watched your videos a minimum two times.
Gunner
Making my point for me. Thanks.
KingdomHearts
What point is that?
Gunner
That you’ve seen me come more times than you can count. I’ve only seen you come once. Okay, like, seven times, but it was the one video.
KingdomHearts
You watched my video seven times?
Gunner
At least. It was, by far, the best dick to show up in my DMs ever.
KingdomHearts
Fucking hell. Okay, I’ll do it. But … I have conditions.
Gunner
I accept. Whatever they are, I accept.
KingdomHearts
One, I don’t show my face. Two, I have to approve of the video before you’re allowed to post it. And three … we do it right now.
I’m about to reply when a pic pops up.
The giant tease has sent me a dick pic where the good stuff is hidden behind very tight gray boxer briefs that have a slutty wet patch where he’s been leaking at his tip.
Gunner
Damn it. I need to see what’s behind that material more than I need air. Give me five minutes to at least get my lighting right.
KingdomHearts
How should I set up my place?
Gunner
Put a light on behind you. If you’re in your bedroom, make the light come from a different room.
A hallway, the kitchen, whatever will backlight you to make your shape a silhouette.
Don’t film in selfie mode or the light from the camera will illuminate your face.
I recommend setting it up, aiming where you want it and then don’t move it.
Or, if you don’t want to do that, a surefire way to keep your face out of it is to sit at a desk or a table with your laptop and aim your camera all the way down.
KingdomHearts
I’ll do that one. Hope my hotspot doesn’t crap out on me.
That confuses me because … he lives with his sister and David. We were just there, and I connected to the Wi-Fi fine.
Gunner
You don’t have Wi-Fi?
KingdomHearts
It’s a long story. One I don’t have the patience to get into right now. Let’s do this before I change my mind.
I get the minimum set up done for it to look semi-professional. Besides, if Finn—no, KingdomHearts—is going to be on spotty internet with grainy webcam footage, it’s better if mine isn’t the almost-studio production I usually put out.
Gunner
I’ve never done a collab before, but I have used the connect function. When I call through the app, I have the option to pick up and record right away or I can start recording after we … chat a bit. It’s up to you what you want to do here.
KingdomHearts
Record right away. It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you.
Sure he doesn’t. Has nothing to do with the chance of me recognizing his voice.
I’m scared if we talk, I’ll chicken out. I want to see you. I want you to see me. Fuck, Gunner, please call me.
The way I read that in Finn’s voice should be illegal. The hint of begging my brain adds onto it has me hitting that call button, and I’m so keyed up I almost forget to record. That would have been embarrassing.
The moment it connects, I’m glad we decided to get right into it because I’m treated to the mouthwatering view of Finn’s cock. I don’t think I could make words if I wanted to.
Okay, professional. Angle. Lighting.
I’m scrambling to hold on to my last brain cells as I set my phone in the bracket that I’ve placed right in front of my bed, making sure that it’s focused on the good stuff. Then I sit back and reach for my lube and get my hand good and covered before I wrap it around my cock.
Damn, I need this. Judging by Finn’s heavy breathing and the strong way he’s stroking himself, he needs this too.
I’m drinking in every movement, every labored breath, struck thoughtless by the way his big hand is moving over his shaft.
A tiny drop of precum blooms at his tip, and he points it toward the camera. He’s a natural at this.
I lick my suddenly dry lips, wondering what he’d taste like.
Then I remember I’m supposed to be speaking.
In my defense, I can’t see this lasting too long with how turned on I am.
“Is that for me, baby?” I ask in my Gunner voice. It’s deeper and more desperate than I’d normally sound.
He doesn’t answer, not that I’m expecting him to, but he does shift his legs open more, giving me a better view of his balls. I can imagine how soft and full they’d feel in my hands.
“I want more,” I tell him. “Show me how much you need me.”
There’s the smallest moan from his end, and it spurs me on.
It’s like he’s here with me, breathing in my ear, touching me where I need him to touch me.
I know I shouldn’t, but I’m picturing Finn.
His height, his weight pressing into me, the way those sweet eyes would darken with need and I’d see a whole other side to him.
Because the Finn of my fantasies is bossy and dominating.
The thought of his fingers tangling in my hair as he pushes my face toward his dick is enough to have me leaking too.
I catch the drip with my thumb and lift it to my mouth, careful to keep it in shot as I lick it off.
I’m not even thinking of my subscribers this time; I’m thinking of Finn. I want him to know what he does to me.
Sometimes I think he doesn’t believe me when I mention how hot he is, but there’s something about his height, his broad back, and that overall adorable factor that really does it for me.