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CHAPTER 2

ELIJAH “ELI” VINCENT

I pause the scene and study his face. His eyes are nearly completely closed, his bottom lip between his teeth. He has the man under him twisted like a damn pretzel, with his face pinned to the bed and his ass in the air, both arms folded under him, flailing to the left.

I’m not even sure how this man is breathing. His windpipe must be constricted.

But I couldn’t care less about the man on the bottom. I’ve been fascinated with the guy topping since school began. His name is Edin, though we’ve dubbed him ‘Finn’ online. He has a very hypnotic way about him.

He’s coarse and rough and in complete control. He’s not rough to the point where he leaves marks, but there’s no pushing back. Whether he’s topping or bottoming—which only happens on rare occasions—he’s the one calling the shots.

He does so bodily. And he’s got these damn muscles for days. I want to eat off his abs and chest. The curls on his head are fucking divine. He keeps them just long enough that the curls are fucking pronounced, but the sides and back are shaved close to his head.

His features are mixed. I want to say he’s got some Latino blood in him based on his skin tone. But those wild curls, man. I’m not sure those are Latino. Not that I’m an expert on genetic markers.

Oh, and then his eyes. You don’t see them often. It’s rare to catch a glimpse of them since his eyes are almost always hooded. But fuck, they’re so light they almost glow. I imagine them to be blue, but there’s never a shot where I can see them fully.

I stare at the lip he has between his teeth for a long time. Full lips. I bet he has a wide smile, though I’ve never seen it.

Gripping my cock through my pants, I shift.

I was often a cameraman at Rumor, but over the last year, I’ve shifted to editing the footage shot by two or three cameramen of the same scene. The scene itself might only be an hour, but by combining clips from the different angles, you can make it stupidly long.

Not that we do that. What I actually do is create three different videos of the same scene and post them to our various accounts. We get a lot of crossover in subscribers that way.

Because of how much time I spend around people having sex, it’s rare that I get aroused by porn at this point. I have to already be in a mood for it to get me hard and interested.

Unless I’m watching Edin. I have no idea why I’m so fascinated by him. Yes, he’s hot. Obviously. There’s just something about him that not only keeps me from looking away, but makes my cock super interested.

It’s not like he’s the most jacked guy that comes in. There are bigger guys than him. Both in muscle mass and their cocks. Don’t get me wrong, Edin has a perfect dick. I may have zoomed in on it a few times. Yeah…

I can’t put my finger on it, but the sight of him just drives me insane. I fantasize about this guy more than I have literally any other person in my short life. He’s just… fucking yummy.

Maybe the cloud of mystery around him has something to do with it. I mean, he’s a closed book. He almost never speaks on camera. From what I hear, he rarely speaks off-camera. Just informal niceties. He’s not friends with anyone in our frat.

But I’m a creep, so I know some things about him. He’s a hockey player, and he’s a member of the campus’ second fraternity, whom everyone calls omegas.

Maybe that’s why I’m obsessing over him. They say that omegas are rare. Soft, sweet, subservient. They have a unique draw to them, something captivating that others rarely have. And being with an omega is like finding paradise.

Edin is a little contradictory to this definition. He’s not subservient. He does not take on a submissive role. But as I think about this contradiction more and more, I wonder if he’d like a submissive role. What would happen if I turned the tables on him? Would he enjoy it? Would he let go and blossom like a fucking erotic flower?

Or would he have a breakdown?

I’m not even sure why that last question pops up. It concerns me, though. I don’t want to break him. Well, I only kinda want to break him. But not in a bad way. I don’t want to break him, break him. I just want to crack him open and make him feel.

I move the video forward a couple of frames. The angle shifts down to focus on his dick pressing into the other man’s ass. He’s got a beautiful crown, even wrapped in a fucking condom. He’s one of the few on our roster who refuses to go bareback, which is completely fine. Still, I want to see that damn dick bare.

I shiver as I watch him press inside in slow motion, keeping the video speed at 0.15x its original speed. I can nearly feel it. Heat races up my spine and then drops, pooling in my gut. I grip my cock through my pants again and stare. Eyes glued to the screen.

The door opens and I blink at the sudden bright light that floods the room. Glaring over my shoulder, I find my twin brother. He grins.

“Watching Edin again?”

“Yes,” I say and turn back. “Why am I so fucking enthralled by him?”

Ezekiel chuckles as he stands at my back. The office door swings closed slowly, once more encompassing me in the darkness with nothing but the light of the three screens in front of me. For a minute, Ezekiel watches with me.

Then he claps my shoulder and backs away. “Take care of your dick. We have practice in twenty minutes.”

I let my head fall back on a frustrated groan. “Fine.”

He’s still chuckling when he leaves the room. My twin and I are identical, except not. His features are just slightly off from mine, something you don’t notice when we’re apart but can see when we’re together. However, people still confuse us when we’re together, even knowing and acknowledging the little differences between us.

It’s part of the reason we tend to wear our hair differently. It’s the same length and style, but I like to pull mine back in an elastic while he wears his loose. Otherwise, I’m amused to admit we usually dress alike too.

The true difference between us? I’m gay and Zeke is straight. Well, straight- ish . He’s also done some gay-for-pay because the pay is good. He didn’t hate it, but it’s not his first choice for ways to get off when that need arises. He manages fine, but when it comes to finding someone attractive, it’s always women.

I sigh heavily as I stare at an incredibly slow-motion Edin fucking this man he has in an unnaturally curled position. I hit the spacebar, pausing the video, then save the little bit I’ve worked on and close all the files, dropping them into my folder, which tells everyone I’m working on it.

Almost always, I claim the Edin videos before anyone else can. The footage from each shoot—from either Rumor or Confessions—gets dropped in its own temporary folder marked with the date and what session it was. Those of us who edit them then pull them out and keep them in our own folder until we’re done. Then we archive the original videos and drop the edited video(s) into another folder.

Generally speaking, there’s someone who comes after us and uploads those videos to our various platforms. I’m not even sure how many we have at this point.

Getting to my feet, I adjust my hard dick in my pants before heading out of the office. There are enough stations in there for three of us to be editing at a time. The only time it gets that busy is right before a long break or as we’re gearing up for summer. It’s easy work and the pay is good. Not as much as performing, but still good.

I head upstairs with a yawn and then keep climbing until I reach my room. Zeke and I are the only ones in the house on the cheer squad. We have a few athletes in DIK, but mostly, we’re just a mix of frat guys who find dicks fun to collect and porn fun to make.

Like it or not, we learn a lot from running this business. Time management, money management, managing a ton of platforms, scheduling performances, while keeping it all a secret from the administration of Longwood U.

Honestly, there’s no way they don’t know about it. How could they not? I think it’d be rather na?ve for them to ignore all the hushed rumors that have everyone talking.

I change into some sexy little shorts and a crop top that’ll likely come off depending on the routines we’re working on today. Zeke is waiting for me on the front steps as he taps away on his phone. This is probably the one area we don’t dress alike. He’s in gym pants and a tank, while I’m dressed sexier.

This is our fifth year at Longwood. Not because we fail classes or can’t make up our minds. But because we want to extend our stay as long as possible. Yes, that means our debt is going to be more than it would be for any other student, but we have a reason for that.

We’re cheerleaders. Competitive cheerleaders. Not the ones who try for recruitment into squads attached to professional athletic teams. Neither of us wants to do that. We want to compete, and so far, college competitions are the best. We’ve found that attending school as a three-quarters student is the minimum to keep us qualified for the squad. So that’s what we’re doing. Staying as long as possible.

We join our squad in stretching. The gym is one of my favorite places to be. Not a gym with machines and shit. We share the school’s gym for that. This one is specific to training cheerleaders. And gymnastics, I suppose. There are balance beams to help us with our core muscles. All kinds of different trampoline mats for us to train our bodies in poses while we’re in the air. While the big, fat mats everywhere protect us from breaking our necks.

I sit beside Bea and mimic her pose to stretch our groins. My groin is still a little thick with extra blood, but I’m doing my best to ignore it.

“Hey,” she says.

I glance at her as I repeat her greeting. She’s not looking at me but at Kelsey, our resident slut. No, I wouldn’t normally call anyone a slut. It’s fine to fuck whomever you want whenever you want. But this damn girl gives us all a bad name. She’s been dating a guy in my frat for several months and yet, I’m quite confident she’s been cheating on him from the beginning.

Right now, and at every practice, she’s shamelessly coming onto Jarrod. I mean, I kinda get it. Jarrod has some massive arms. He’s one of our bases. I’m quite confident he can throw a guy to the fucking ceiling all by himself. I’m not huge into arms—they’re not my favorite body part—but fuck, his are impressive.

I bet he could squeeze me like bubble wrap and I’d pop just like it.

We continue to stretch for several minutes, ignoring Kelsey and the rest of the squad.

“All right!” Joelle calls us all together. She’s our captain and, for the past several weeks, has been studying the regulations and requirements for our competition in a couple months, right before Thanksgiving. She’s also our key choreographer and I’m always impressed with the shit she comes up with.

“I think I’ve put the finishing touches on our new routine,” Joelle says.

We give a cheer, raising our hands as if we have pom-poms in them.

“We’re going to break up and work on the two areas that are going to be the most challenging. I have several new stunts I want us to master, so for the next week, we’re going to be pushing hard. I’m requiring extra bases and spotters for some pieces, so we’re going to break into two teams. Tumblers: Ryan, Zeke, Amanda, Sarah, Michelle, and Kyle. Flyers: Kelsey, Eli, Bea, Friday, Courtney, Xander. I’ll adjust bases and spotters once we’re split. Go.”

Jarrod immediately moves behind me, giving me a wink. I can see Kelsey pouting from the corner of my eye. I’m the biggest flyer—height-wise, more than anything. It’s necessary for the guy with strong arms to base with me and not with a little prissy princess who is the size of an adorable capuchin monkey. I sometimes wish I was as tiny as she is. It’s just cute.

Joelle leaves the tumblers with one of the trainers and joins us. She spends a couple minutes adjusting the bases, during which Kelsey very loudly tries to convince her that Jarrod should be her base. Joelle doesn’t bother acknowledging her. We’re all used to Kelsey.

However, Joelle does give her a warning. “You’re either going to be a team player and not try to sabotage your base team, or you’ll be replaced as a flyer. Am I clear? No tantrums because you aren’t getting what you want. I don’t have time for that, and you’re easily replaced, Kels.”

Kelsey looks offended and waits for literally anyone to be offended along with her. She has some friends on this team. Some good friends who usually do support whatever stupid shit she’s spewing. However, cheer is serious and even they don’t bother to get involved. They pretend to be absorbed in their positions instead.

Joelle gives all the flying groups our first paces, just to warm us up. Nothing exciting, just a few lifts and flips and poses. Jarrod’s hands on my hips are my cue to release my tension and let my muscles become limber. It requires mastery of relaxation and control.

We start with a light jump before we crouch down and he launches me into the air. My feet land in his hands, apart at first, but then he brings them together so I can lift one leg. With my calf in my hand and my abdominals fucking tight, Jarrod drops to gain momentum and pushes me into the air. I use his thrust to flip myself and then land once more on my feet in his palms. He sways a little, then straightens.

“Good, Eli. Hands,” Joelle calls.

I nod. Jarrod pushes me into the air and catches my waist on the way down. My hands land on his wrists and we repeat the move without pause as he sends me into the air again. This time, I swing my feet over my head, my hands in Jarrod’s as I balance there. I spread my legs, allowing enough time for someone to fly through them before bringing them back up.

Another bounce allows me time to adjust my weight onto one arm and do a little starfish in the air.

The next bounce, and I’m coming down, but my hand slips. Thankfully, Jarrod’s arms circle my waist and he catches me before I fall on my head. There are other hands on me too, slowing and preventing my crash. I lose against gravity, ending up with Jarrod’s face in my crotch and my legs wrapped around his head.

I laugh as I touch the ground, and he lets me roll back away from him. “Now, now,” I tease. “That’s dessert, sweetheart. You need to earn that.”

Jarrod winks. “Noted. Let’s go again. We need to fix that dismount.”

And thus, I spend a very enjoyable afternoon being manhandled. What guy doesn’t enjoy that?