Page 107 of For the Fans

“But she’s so cute!” I grin. “Just pet her one time.”

“No. Come on, Avi, stop fucking around,” he grunts, and I sigh.

“Fine.” I mutter to Robin, clear enough for him to hear. “I told you he’s a grouch.”

Bringing her to the living room, I get her snuggled up in her fuzzy blanket, then return to the bedroom. The lights are alldimmed, minus the one coming from the ring light on my tripod. Still, there’s a bit of ambience in here, which is good.

Nothing worse than doing something you’ve never done before in full brightness.

I think the fact that we’re about to have sex sets in when I press record, because my hands are suddenly all clammy and my stomach is twisting and turning like it’s doing the Harlem Shake. Rubbing my palms on my pants, I drop gently onto the bed by Kyran’s feet.

“So… how are we gonna do this?” I ask, unzipping my hoodie.

He watches my fingers drag the zipper down, eyes lingering on where the material hangs open until I shrug it off my shoulders.

“Um… I don’t know.” He starts to fidget nervously.

I like it. I don’t know why, but I do.

Slowly, I crawl over him, and his eyes widen. But to my surprise, his legs part like an instinct to make room for me.

“How about we call this a test run?” My hand slides up his abs, onto his chest, palm resting above where his heart is jumping aggressively. “Just to see… if it even works.”

Kyran swallows visibly, bringing my attention to his throat as he croaks, “Why wouldn’t it work?”

“I meanus,” I clarify, fighting against trembling eagerness. “Doing this…together. We don’t know what the chemistry is gonna be like…”

He still looks a little shaken by what I’m saying, but he nods, then peeks at the camera. Grasping his jaw, I tug him until he has to look at me.

“Forget about that,” I whisper, submitting to the hunger in me and lowering my mouth to his. “Focus on what we’re doing. And how it feels…”

A small gasp leaves his lips and I swallow it up. It tastesfucking great… Like cinnamon booze and secret lust. Parting mylips slowly over his, I suck on his lower, kissing him gently until I can’t help but hum.How can his awful mouth turn so sweet…?

Kyran is stiff at first, as usual. But when my lips part wider, his follows my lead, and I glide my tongue inside to touch his.

God, it wasn’t a fluke.It feels every bit as good as it did in the bathroom at the party. Only this time, we’re both half-naked. And alone… And he’s in my bed, squirming beneath me while his big cock turns to stone under mine.

My hands are on his face and in his hair, holding him in place as sensual kisses bloom into a carnal chase, panting and the sounds of blankets rustling filling the air around us. Gliding my fingertips down, I caress his hard surfaces, the curves of muscle in his chest and his abs, before slipping them into the waistband of his boxers.

He flinches, tensing as I begin to gradually pull them down.

“W-wait… Avi…” he murmurs into my mouth.

“Wait for what?” I breathe, already burning alive and we’ve barely done anything yet.

“Just… I don’t…” he stammers, lips quivering like the sexiest, most timid angry boy I’ve ever met. “I don’t know if I… can do this.”

Forcing my lips off of his, I peer down at him. “Do you want me to stop?” My fingers brush along his erection, and he whimpers. “Or are you just pretending again?”

His chest bumps mine, as he breathes heavily, biting his lip. It takes him a second, but he whispers, “I don’t want to stop…”

“Good.” I kiss the words onto his soft, fluttering mouth. “Me neither.”

Continuing with my removal of his clothes, I slide his boxers down, and he actually lifts his hips so I can get them off. Then he pushes my sweats down, and I kick them away, leaving us fully naked and my body… between his legs.

“Ky,” I hum, sucking on his puffy lips. “Did you already get off tonight?”

“Why does it matter?” he grunts, trailing curious fingers along my chest to trace my pectorals. “Are you jealous?”