Chapter 16 Enzo #2
Enzo frowned. “You sure you’re okay? I can get you something. Hot tea? I have Throat Coat? Some meds? Anything?”
Seven’s expression softened, his cheeks darkening as he nodded. “I’m fine. Really.”
Enzo’s heart rate increased when someone on screen cleared their throat and another said, “This is disgusting.”
His gaze snapped to the large monitor, noticing several people staring at them. “You didn’t tell me we were already on camera,” he said through gritted teeth.
“You didn’t ask,” Seven shot back cheerily. “It’s just the guys. We’re not streaming yet.”
“Hey, Enzo,” Levi said with a smirk.
“Feel free to tell us all about Seven’s thank you gift,” Shiloh added with a laugh. “And why it involves Throat Coat tea?”
Enzo gave them a stern look. “I’ll leave that to Seven. A lady never kisses and tells.”
“Good thing you’re not a lady,” Levi shot back.
Enzo gave him the finger, earning another giggle from Shiloh, who was perched in Levi’s lap.
He realized then that most of Seven’s friends seemed to have a similar configuration.
The blue-haired boy, Arsen, had his Kewpie doll-faced boyfriend sitting in front of him, his pink hair tucked under the older boy’s chin.
Nico sat in front of Mal, though, unlike Arsen, it was Nico handling the mouse, so maybe Mal was simply observing for the night.
The only person flying solo was the blond boy with the pool blue eyes. Lake?
“I’ll let you play with your friends,” Enzo said, dropping another kiss on Seven’s head.
Seven dragged him back, sealing their lips together in a much filthier display before releasing him. “Sure you don’t want to watch?”
“We do,” Ever crowed.
“Didn’t ask you,” Seven said in a sing-song voice, eyes still locked on Enzo’s.
“It’s okay, brat. Have fun,” Enzo said, returning to his own desk.
“You guys ready yet?” Lake asked. “Or do I have to watch any more disgusting displays of coupledom?”
“You know you could just stop whining and find a boyfriend,” Nico suggested.
“That would mean he’d have to have a conversation with someone outside of our inner circle and we know that he doesn’t do that,” Levi countered.
“Anyway…” Lake said pointedly. “Let’s get going. People are waiting.”
There were a bunch of mumbled sounds that Enzo assumed were affirmative responses, then suddenly, Arsen said, “Hello, everyone. Thanks for tuning in to our latest Kids’ Table campaign. I’m calling this one ‘The Set-up, the Sugar Daddy, and the Skeleton King.’”
Seven huffed out an irritated noise through his nose at the words sugar daddy, making Enzo smile.
“Okay. Buffs up. I want this fight done before Nico starts trying to seduce the crown ghost,” Lake said.
Nico cackled. “I make no promises. That ghost is floating real suggestively. I think he wants me.”
“You think everyone wants you,” Shiloh said dryly.
“Everyone does, but especially that ghost,” Nico said. “He’s just begging for it.”
“He’s not wrong,” Levi said. “Look at him. That’s not armor, it’s lingerie.”
Enzo meant to start working, but instead found himself just sitting in his chair watching Seven play with his friends.
“I’ve got eyes on the king. Taking the high ground,” Seven said.
“Naturally. You have that 3090 GPU elevation advantage now,” Levi taunted.
“Oh, good. We are making fun of Seven tonight. I was worried. How’s that new Death Star of a set-up? Your arrows got more frames per second than my cut-scenes. Exactly how many blowjobs does it take to pay off a twenty thousand dollar rig?” Nico asked.
“Why? Are you offering to blow me for a better system?” Mal asked, arching a brow at his boyfriend.
“Maybe I was just asking for a friend?” Nico said. “But…would you?”
“Would I let you pay me in blowjobs?” Mal asked, as if he was pondering the idea.
Nico pouted. “Hey, these lips are premium. My blowjobs are top quality.”
“Maybe we’d believe you if we hadn’t seen you blow him in a Denny’s bathroom for a cheeseburger,” Levi said.
“You watched me blow my boyfriend? Wow, didn’t know your boyfriend was such a perv, Shiloh,” Nico said, disappointment leaching into his voice.
“You didn’t?” Shiloh asked casually. “Weird. I’ve known it since we met.”
“I mean, Levi’s marriage proposal did involve railing Shiloh on the roof,” Seven reminded them all. “Why was that again? Oh, right. Because you have a sexual bucket list.”
Enzo’s eyes went wide. Jesus, they all really did know everything about each other. And now, so did their audience.
“Enzo’s proposal will probably involve a dog collar,” Lake said.
“Yeah, but an expensive one,” Ever added. “Does Tiffany’s make dog collars?”
“No,” Mal said. “But Chanel does.”
“How—why do you know that?” Nico asked.
“I have an eidetic memory,” Mal answered. “I just…know things.”
“Okay, Tyrion Lannister,” Nico said around a laugh. “But for the record, I like the collar I have now just fine. So, don’t go getting any ideas.”
“I love your faith in me, but I’m not an attorney like Enzo. I don’t have Chanel money,” Mal said. “Not yet, anyway.”
“That’s okay, bunny,” Nico cooed. “The amount of kneeling I’d have to do to pay off that computer would likely ruin me.”
“Don’t worry, Fidget. I’d let you work it off on your back. I know how delicate you are,” Mal countered.
“Can we talk about something other than Seven’s ‘sorry I treated you like a whore’ apology computer?” Lake asked. “ Like, I don’t know, the horde of spectral demons marching towards us.”
“Your envy isn’t attractive,” Seven retorted, fingers flying across the buttons of his keyboard.
“Neither is a twenty thousand dollar rig that glows like ectoplasm every time you loot a potion,” Levi fired back. “Yet, here we are.”
Seven smirked. “Just say you’re jealous and move on.”
Levi cackled. “Hell yeah, I’m jealous. Your graphics card has liquid cooling. My PC sounds like a dying microwave.”
“Wow, that sucks,” Seven quipped. “Mine purrs like a kitten.”
“You gonna give our audience a sugar daddy reveal?” Arsen asked. “They’re begging for it in the comments.”
“He’s camera shy,” Seven said, glancing at Enzo.
Enzo’s face fell when Nico gave another maniacal laugh followed by, “Now, they just think he’s ugly.”
Seven glowered at the screen. “Camera shy doesn’t mean ugly. He’s hot. So hot I don’t even want you to look at him.”
“They don’t believe you,” Ever sang.
Levi’s tone was smug as he said, “You just don’t want anyone stealing him away.”
“As if they could,” Seven snapped back.
“The audience says put up or shut up. If he’s so hot, show him to us,” Shiloh demanded.
“You guys could all just vouch for him,” Seven reminded them.
“This is more fun,” Nico countered.
Seven looked at Enzo, his brow arched. Enzo gave a quick shake of his head. Seven continued to stare, then gestured with his head for him to come to him. Enzo sighed, knowing he was never going to win an argument with the boy ever again.
He stood, crossing the short distance between them. Seven scooted forward in the chair, making room for Enzo to slot in behind him.
Once Enzo was seated, he wrapped his palms around Seven’s hips, dragging him back so that his ass was snug against his crotch. If Seven was going to force him to be internet fodder, he was going to torture him while he did it.
Enzo was determined to just sit and observe, but then he made the mistake of glancing at the comments.
mysticmothwoman: Oh Em Gee. He’s so hot.
Paladin4Lyfe: He’s beyond hot. Like…he looks like a model.
beefandbardic: an old model
Paladin4Lyfe: Age is just a number and so is a credit score. I bet his is 850.
mysticmothwoman: Right? For a rig like that, I’d fuck the Cryptkeeper, just saying. Especially if he looked like the main character in a dark romance
Paladin4Lyfe: Yeah, or that hot guy from that Netflix mob movie. 365. I’d let him pound me like the bottom of a ketchup bottle
swordslut69: I’d let that man ruin my credit score and say thank you.
GayGoblinEnergy: That tatted dude’s a lawyer? He could recite tax law in my ear and I’d moan on beat.
KinkyKettle: holy shitballs Ur sugar daddy is Lorenzo Conti? I’m a paralegal in the office across the street. I see him in the courthouse every week. Fuck, he could sexually harass me in the workplace.
gildedgrievances: He can audit me any day. Emotionally. Financially. Physically.
scrollsniffer: I’d let him reorganize my guts alphabetically
Bardsandbondage: He could file my taxes and I’d still scream Daddy during line 43b.
critfailsandcurses: He could whisper “liability clause” and I’d pass out from arousal.
chaoticfemmefatal: He could tie me up in red tape and I’d say it was immersive roleplay.
TavernTh0t_77: He could read me a deposition and I’d still get wet
gamRgurl994: Hnf. Why are all the good ones gay?
beefandbardic: Hey, I’m right here.
gamRgurl994: Precisely my point. I want a rich hot boyfriend who buys me fancy computers, not sweaty unwashed gamer boys who live in their moms’ basements and reek of Cheeto dust.
Enzo snickered, leaning forward to press a kiss to the back of Seven’s neck, smiling when he felt goosebumps erupt along his skin. Seven shivered, even as his hands flew across the keys. When Enzo sank his teeth into the same spot, Seven made a whimpering sound that the mic most definitely caught.
gamRgurl994: Fuck, that’s so hot.
On the screen, Seven’s arrow sank into what Enzo assumed was the Skeleton King’s chest. The thing howled, summoning two skeletal-looking hellhounds wearing battle armor. They leapt at two of the characters.
“Hey. Stop making out while I’m tanking!” Lake shouted.
Enzo assumed Lake was the one on the right currently being gnawed on by one of the two boney canines.
“Yeah, right,” Levi muttered. “Seven’s been a walking puddle of drool since the day they met. I don’t think that’s stopping any time soon.”
“Yeah, they were even making fuck-me eyes at each other in front of a bunch of tri—” Nico snapped his lips shut, eyes going wide, before correcting himself. “Um, important foreign business associates.”