Page 160 of For the Fans

“How far are we going?” I ask, impatience lining my tone while I start fiddling with things on the dash.

“The word issurprise, Avi,” he hums, giving me one of his scolding looks.

“I know, but like… how much longer?”

“Do you have ADHD or something?” he grumbles through an amused smirk.

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Maybe. Probably.Ooh!What’s this stuff??”

I turn, bending to check out some bags on the floor of the backseat. It looks like they’re filled with snacks, but he smacks me on the side before I can get a good look.

“Just sit down and shut up,” he barks, though he’s still grinning. “Jesus, you’re like a child.”

“Sorry HGB,” I snicker, nestling into my seat.

“What’s that? What are you calling me??”

“It stands for Hot Grouchy Blonde.” I grin, and he scowls. “It’s what the fans used to call you when they were begging for us to collab.” I chuckle.

“How endearing,” he mutters, and I bite my lip.

“Hey, if the shoe fits…”

He shoots me a look, but he can’t seem to stop smiling and it’s really just driving me insane. He looks…happy. For pretty much the first time since I’ve known him. Without orgasms, or football… It’s pretty astonishing.

“I saw that picture of us you posted to the Fans, by the way…” he says sternly.

I already know what he’s talking about. I snapped a picture of him last night, after I made him come three times and he was cuddled up on my chest, his sandy hair all tousled about, cheeks flushed, and his eyes closed. Of course his face was covered in the one I posted. He also wasn’t exactlysleeping, but he was in one of his post-orgasm dazes when he just won’t stop touching me.

It was a moment I couldn’t not capture. So I snapped a picture and shared it on the OnlyFans, with the caption,I think he’s definitely my baby now.

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I peer at his face, hoping he’s not going to call me a mushy idiot for it. “Did you see what they were saying?”

“Yea,” he sighs, tapping his thumb on the steering wheel. “They kinda freaked out over it, huh?”

“Because they’re fans ofus, Kyran,” I tell him sincerely. “Us together. It’s like watching a love story and rooting for the two main characters to end up together. Sure, they love to watch us fucking, but I think they also love us as a… couple.”

His smile finally falls away, and my gut starts to churn with unease.

I pushed too far.See, this is what happens when you don’t know how to be in a relationship. You act like a freak and ruin everything by being so painfully uncool.

Kyran’s eyes flit to mine. “But in those movies… it’s fake. Right? I mean, the actors aren’treallytogether…”

Rubbing my palms up and down on my jeans, I hum, “That’s true… Although, I guess sometimes they are. In real life.”

He nods, quietly staring at the road ahead, like he’s deep in thought.

It’s stiflingly quiet inside the car until he finally mumbles, “I don’t know how to do this, Avi…”

“Do what?” I ask, terrified of what he’s about to say, and hating every second of it.

“I don’t know how to… admit that I’m…” He stops to swallow and chew on his lower lip. “That I might like…”

My chest tightens when I realize that he’s not necessarily worried about likingmeas a person… His concerns are with him liking the same sex.

“Guys?” I toss out the word he’s dancing around, and he glares at me. But it’s less angry and more… afraid.

I feel awful that he’s struggling with this so much more than I ever did. I mean, I haven’t officially come out as bisexual to anyone other than my friends, but still. I know telling my mom won’t be anywhere near as difficult as him telling his dad would be. Or his teammates.