Page 100 of For the Fans

I chuckled softly, reaching out to touch his arm. Of course, he yanked it away. “I’m just saying… We hit the jackpot here. And byjackpot, I mean your hands-free orgasm ability. The fans will go nuts for this.”

Finishing cleaning himself off, his movements slowed as he bit his lip. “So you’re saying it’s like… a skill?”

His eyes slid up to meet mine, and I nodded enthusiastically, mostly placating him. I didn’t want him to be embarrassed over coming so quick, the first time anything ever breached his ass. For someone asstraight—quote, unquote—as Kyran, getting off this way had the potential to jack up his fear and insecurities, and have him heading for the hills.

And I couldn’t have that. Mainly because I knew the kind of money we could make on OnlyFans with videos of us fucking. But also, because even though I hated to admit it, Ireallywanted to get him into bed.

After seeing him fall apart, and knowing how easily I could make it happen… it was the hottest experience of my life, and I wanted more.

I’m just as bad as the fans at this point. I’m chomping at the goddamn bit.

The kissing in the bathroom at Theo’s party was just the beginning. As much as I know craving action with Kyran is bad, because he’s my straight stepbrother who hates my guts, I can’t help the way I’m secretly desperate for more alone time with him.

I’ve decided to chalk it up to my newfound desire to mess around with dudes… Kyran just so happens to be the one showing up.

“And you didn’t… feel it?” he asked me, blinking curiously. “From my finger?”

I definitely did. His fingering feltdelicious, and if it had gone on for more than a minute, I probably could have gotten off myself. Which reminded me of the ache in my balls from not coming…

“I felt it a little,” I told him truthfully, reaching down to adjust my erection in my sweats.

His eyes fell, then sprung back up to mine. And he frowned. “But you didn’t get to come… Because I came first.”

“I’m fine with it.” I shrugged casually, then arched a brow. “Unless you wanna help me out with this…” I slowly palmed my cock over my pants. “You know,practice.”

Witnessing him swallow as he scowled had me picturing all the things I wanted to do to him.On camera, of course.My skin was burning, balls tingling at the images my head was drumming up.

“Not interested. I’m not even agreeing to anything at all…” His voice trailed as he held out the dirty washcloth. “But if wewereto do it, I’d want to watch the video before you upload it. To make sure it doesn’t look humiliating.”

I nodded, because it made sense. Neither of us has had sex with men before, so we don’t really know what to expect. I’ve been watching my fair share of gay porn over the last few months, while wrapping my head around the updated parameters of my sexuality. But I know Kyran isn’t well-versed in such activities.

As far as I know, he’s only ever done this stuff with me…

“You mean like how you football players watch the game tapes to improve your form?” I smirked, taking the cloth and tossing it in the direction of my hamper.

He rolled his eyes at me while he finished dressing. “You’re fucking annoying.”

And then he left.

No date was set for our next rendezvous, which doesn’t surprise me. It seems like we’re sort of stumbling through this whole thing with no real idea of what the hell we’re doing.

But each time he shows up at my dorm, we take a step in a new direction, only for him to ultimately regress back into his stubbornly set ways of denial. It’s frustrating for me, but I alsocan’t help but look forward to it. After all, the business is only growing.

And my appetite for sexual escapades with my stepbrother is turning into its own slightly inconvenient beast of burden.

The Eagles win the coin toss, an upper hand for sure. And the game kicks off with me on the sidelines, watching Kyran and jittering inside my eagle suit.

They progress fast, taking advantage of the gaps in Virginia Tech’s defense and sinking pass after pass down the field, scoring our first touchdown in less than two minutes.

Then, of course, the opposing team does the same, matching our energy while getting a few more blocks here and there. And before I know it, it’s seven-seven and Kyran is running back onto the field.

I was made to expect nothing less after reading up on the Hokies. This game is already shaping up to be as intense as everyone knew it would be. And I’m just trying to flap my arms and stay out of my stepbrother’s way as much as possible.

The first half goes rushing by like a whirlwind, and with the two-minute warning to halftime, Kyran stomps off the field, frazzled, to the sounds of Coach Matthews barking things at our defense.

He plops down on the bench, yanking off his helmet to have some water. I find myself kind of fluttering to his right, wanting to go over and talk to him, but also not wanting to get my head chewed off.

But to my surprise, he turns to me and says, “That asshole is mocking me.”