Page 51 of For the Fans

I wishhewould do some drugs. Damn, he clearly needs it.

Getting things started, I kick off my shoes, then remove my jacket and tie.

“Kyran,” Frankie says his name, and his face jumps in her direction, as if she startled him out of some troublesome overthinking. She flicks her hand toward the bed. “Come now. We don’t have all night.”

He breathes roughly, tiptoeing closer. “This is fucked…”

“Get over it, superstar.” I unbutton my shirt. “It’s happening. Channel your horrendous attitude into at leastactinglike you’re fun.”

“Iamfun.” He scowls, removing his headband and tossing it onto the floor. “But I honestly think taking my clothes off in front of you sounds like a waking nightmare.”

“Hm. Interesting.” I shrug out of my dress shirt.

His eyes do a very quick drop over my shirtless torso before coming back up to mine. Then he tugs his shirt over his head.

I’m not going to look at his body, because I already know it’s immaculately chiseled into exactly what you’d expect from a football player who spends exorbitant amounts of time working out. But I’m highly satisfied with the tiny glint of surprise I catch in his eyes when he sees how definedIam.

Maybe it’s a generally accepted stereotype that artsy emo nerds like myself don’t have six-packs and carefully sculpted pectorals… and that’s exactly why I enjoy working out as much as I do.

I like proving people wrong, and we all know how much I adore beingdifferent. So when the haters expect me to whip off my shirt and reveal a scrawny torso scattered with careless ink, but they instead find me ripped as hell, draped in intricate, artistic tattoos… I can’t help but feel smug.

That’s right, Number Nine. My body is bangin’ too.

“Scared yet?” I smirk at Kyran, to which he hits me with his signature scowl.

“If you keep running your mouth, there’s no way I’ll be able to get hard.”

Unbuckling my belt, I open my pants and leave them that way, tilting my head at him. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Ky. A lot of men suffer from erectile dysfunction. I mean, not men your age, but—”

“Shut the fuckup, Avi,” he growls, inching in closer to my face.

Frankie steps over to the bed, grinning. “Yes, this isgreat. Build the hostility… Fuel thathatred.”

Kyran’s eyes slink over to her, then back to me, and I witness him swallow. I can tell he doesn’t really know how we’re supposed to start this, and truthfully, neither do I. So I move away from him, putting Frankie in between us like a buffer. She takes the lead, running her hands up his chest, slowly, reaching for his face.

He’s visibly stiff, clearly nervous and trying to act like he’s not. But he allows Frankie to yank his mouth to hers, and they start kissing.

Alright… So I guess we’re off to the races.

Frankie shoves Kyran into a seated position on the bed, then straddles his lap, kissing him while slightly turning so the camera can capture as much as possible. Moving behind her, I kiss her neck and run my hands down her sides to her ass. Unfortunately, Kyran must have had the same idea, because his hands are already there, and I end up covering his with mine.

We both flinch, and I jerk my hands away fast while he rumbles into Frankie’s mouth, obviously wanting to complain about me touching him by accident. Thankfully, she doesn’t give him any leeway to do so, and I appreciate her for it.

She crawls over Kyran even more until he’s reclining on the bed while simultaneously kicking off his shoes. Kneeling behind her, I’m trying like hell to avoid his stupid long legs. I reach for her ass, cupping it in my hands and pushing her down on him, helping her grind on him.

Right off the bat, it’s weird, and annoying, being close to him like this while struggling not to touch him at all. The only thing in between us is Frankie, and hopefully she can absorb all of his hostility toward me, maybe even somehow subdue him into calming the fuck down a little.

Immediately, I notice how he submits to her. I would’ve assumed he’d be trying to regain control, but he doesn’t seem interested in that at all. He’s just lying back and letting her makeout with him, his hands resting almost timidly on her waist. Eventually, she grabs his hands and shoves them onto her tits, at which point a little huff of a sound escapes him.

It’s kind of interesting. Maybe he’s just nervous because he’s hyper focused on the camera recording us, or maybe it’s because I’m here… But he seems unexpectedly shaky.

I know for a fact he’s been hooking up with girls since high school, but maybe I struck a nerve before with my taunting him earlier because it’strue. Maybe he reallyhasn’tdone anything even remotely exciting in the bedroom, and now he’s just diving head-first into a threesome with his stepbrother and one of the most sexually adventurous girls I know.

Oh, boy… If that’s true, he’s in for it.

Leaning over Frankie’s back, I resume kissing her shoulders, wrapping her hair around my fist and pushing my crotch into her ass. I won’t lie, it’s a little strange to be doing this with my best friend, but I also happen to know how casual she is when it comes to hooking up. And if Bea and I could fool around and remain friends, then I have to hold out that the same can be said for Frankie and me.

My dick is growing, from the hormones in the air and the friction of Frankie’s ass writhing against it. And when I’m sure she can feel its rigidity jamming between her cheeks through my pants and the skimpy material of her costume, she lets out a breathy moan in between her rampant sucking of Kyran’s lips.