Four

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TOBY

I would be lostwithout technology. As I sit at my desk, two of my three monitors are displaying different sites as I research the upcoming season and reflect on the previous. The third screen is open to my graphics program.

There's music coming from somewhere. I suspect it's an ad on one of the sites. But I have no less than thirty tabs open; so it would take me longer to find it than it's worth the effort. Besides, it's calming instrumental music. In fact, there's a chance I put it on myself and forgot.

My phone in the cradle to my right is open to my ShareIt account as I go through all the predictions and stats I posted throughout last season, determining which I want to comment on. My account has just reached 100,000 followers, which is just mind-blowing to me. For an amateur hockey commentator who never shows his face online, it feels huge. I'm trying desperately not to be giddy over it.

Then I have my tablet on, sitting in its stand. Currently, I'm looking at a bedroom devoid of life. Maybe that's not entirely true. There's an aloe plant in the window, though I can only see one of its fronds. It is a frond, right? It's like not a leaf. But can it be called a petal?

A pop-up in the corner of the middle screen catches my attention and I click on it. A little box appears and I'm looking at my stock account. I'm one of those weirdoes who's been investing money since I was a teenager. I even got in early when ReachMe was a fledgling app.

Am I very well off? I mean, I wish I'd invested more, but I'm in a position where I probably don't have to work if I choose not to. Considering it's not the only app or company I have a strong presence in, I'm doing very well.

I managed to pay out of pocket for the balance of my college tuition that scholarships and grants didn't cover, so that's a plus. However, I'm not comfortable living on my own in L.A. yet. I'd rather split that burden for a while longer.

"Sorry," Jayse says, and I glance at the tablet as he takes his seat in front of his camera. We generally spend one day a week online together just shooting the shit. Working, yes, but also catching up. We only met in college, but it's like we've known each other since we were in diapers.

I wave him off. Almost as soon as we started the call twenty minutes ago, Jayse had to run. Instead of hanging up, we always let the call carry on and come back when we're both there. I enjoy the routine. The company.

Don't get me wrong. My roommates are great. But sometimes you meet your person and regardless of where you are in the world, they're still your first choice in companionship.

Jayse is that person for me.

"What's so urgent?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes. "There's this dickwad who keeps coming to the shop and trying to demand Vulcan make him something stupid for a fraction of what the quote is. He pulled in just as you called and I sure as fuck wasn't going to let Vulcan face him alone."

Now, if you've ever met Vulcan, you'd know that he was as sweet as a teddy bear. Picture this—a giant Viking-looking guy covered in pastel tattoos and always wearing pink. We're talking skirts and leggings and whatever. He's adorable and shy and kind. Literally the nicest person in the world.

Which of course, leads to people thinking they can take advantage of him. This sometimes happens because sweet baby Vulcan is far too trusting and refuses to see the bad in someone. If there's one area in his life that he actually sticks up for himself, it's his business—Forged by Vulcan. Yes, the big, pink princess owns a forge. What else would he do for a living?!

However, as soon as Jayse and I were in his class, we became Vulcan's personal guard dogs. It was compulsion. I've always hated people taking advantage of smaller people. Kind people. Trusting individuals. And Vulcan immediately just became someone to protect at all costs.

It was silly but hey, he's a good guy.

"Did you kick his ass?" I ask.

Jayse grumbles. "There are days I wish I was ten years younger so I wouldn't get in as much trouble. No, I didn't. However, I don't think he realized I live next door to the forge, so he thought he'd catch V on a day when he was alone so he could try to bully him. You should have seen his frustration when I walked in."

I laugh. "Good. Fucker."

"When you coming home, man?"

Turning my attention to my screen and taking a minute to look at the stats to compare to my predictions, I shrug. "Dunno. When are you coming out here?"

Glancing down, I see Jayse look out the window with the aloe in it. He's frowning. "I could call Luca and see if someone could come to work with V for a few days."

Luca is one of Vulcan's men. Yes, one of. I was practically giddy when he suddenly had four boyfriends. If there was anyone who deserved that much love, it was Vulcan. The way he's been smiling since just makes me all warm and gooey inside!

"It's weird that we think of him as a child," I muse. He's nearly twice our age, so yeah. It's a very strange way to feel about him.

Jayse huffs. "Not a child. Just… a bunny rabbit that needs to be protected from the nasty wolves circling it."

I laugh.

"I don't know. I guess I can come down next week for a few days. Then you drive back up with me?"

Tapping my phone, I switch to the calendar. The only place I work is at Medieval Company. Usually four days a week, but sometimes just three. I generally do two shows each day I'm scheduled. The lady who makes the schedule likes me (because I bribe her with baked goods from my roommate), so she schedules me with shifts close together, allowing me bigger chunks of days off in a row.

"Yeah, we can do that." As I'm clicking out of the calendar, a text from Atty comes through and I grin. Even without reading it, a smile covers my face.

It's been three days. Not a full three days—more like fifty hours since he left my bed. I told him I was going to fuck him until dawn and I made good on that promise. He was just so… bendy. I've never been with a man so flexible. And my god, his fucking body!

Atty is my wet dream. The kind of guy I've been dreaming about since I hit puberty. Big—far bigger than me—but soft. Allowing me, willingly and happily, to take control of him. To move him where I want him. To use his body and feed him pleasure until he's nearly in tears. Fuck, how many times I nearly nutted in his tight, tight ass. With a condom, of course. We are still virtual strangers.

But seeing my cum painted all over his face and then feeding it to him while he moaned? Jesus, I'm nearly getting hard again just thinking about it. I'd have loved to keep him here, tied to my bed to use as I wanted for fucking days. Months!

We live in the real world, unfortunately. And while I probably could financially support two people, I'm not entirely comfortable with committing that kind of money to keep Atty as a kept man. One day, though. One day I'll have a man tied to my bed and all he'll have to worry about is whether I want to eat his ass until he's screaming or fuck him until he's screaming. Either way, I want him screaming.

Hopefully, it'll be someone like Atty. Someone exactly like Atty. I'm not delusional enough to think I could keep Atty himself. That man is far too perfect for me. It's like someone literally picked him out of the dreams in my head and set him in front of me saying, here you go—have fun.

"You're holding back on me," Jayse teases, and I glance his way as I tap the notification to open Atty's text. "What has you smiling like that? Who is he?"

Am I able to hold in the sappy, dreamy sigh? No. Though I almost choke trying. "No one," I say, but the smile on my face says I'm a lying liar who's fucking lying so hard that my pants are probably on fire.

"Okay, let's pretend that's not shit and tell me the truth."

"Honestly, there's not a whole lot to tell," I tell him, glancing down at my phone. I think my tongue just became three times too big as I stare at a sexy ass on my screen. This man follows directions like he's a trained dog! It's difficult not to groan and grab my cock right now. "I just met him two nights ago. Uh… three nights ago?"

"You're not sure? Must be real good," Jayse says. I can't look away from Atty's ass, so I'm spared from having to see Jayse's teasing grin. I can hear it in his voice, so I don't need to see it too.

I'm momentarily distracted from remembering Jayse is even there while I type out my reply.

[Me] Such a good girl you are. Look at that sexy ass, baby. Now show me what mood your dick's in, gorgeous.

I'm stupidly thrilled he seems to like ‘good girl', even if he's not entirely sure about it. The first time I used it, his gaze was a little… amused. His lips quivered with a small smile. I continued trying it out and he hasn't once objected. In fact, I think he's growing to enjoy it. Maybe not as much as I do but I'll give it some time.

He's made a single request of me and that's that I don't request any pictures with his face. I might have been offended, except I am well aware we don't know each other. There's no trust there yet. I completely understand his hesitation. No matter where he works, it would be very uncomfortable for him to wake up to his cock or pretty, puckered hole plastered all over the internet.

Not that I have any intention of sharing this cock or ass with anyone. These are strictly for me.

"Wow, this must be good if you've forgotten I exist. I demand details!"

Sighing, I turn my attention back to Jayse. He's smirking at me but waiting expectantly. "He's perfect," I say and then wince. Jesus, I sound like a cliché. "I met him at work. He was in the crowd. I'm obsessed with his tight hole. He bottomed for me when it's very clear he's definitely a top. And fuck did he like it."

Jayse chuckles. "You're such an ass whore."

I am. Not gonna lie. But… this is different. There have been very few times I've ever cared about an ass to visit it a second time. They're practically forgotten once the encounter is over. But Atty? I haven't stopped thinking about him.

"Yeah," I answer and glance down as Atty sends me the pic I requested. This time, I feel heat pool in my cock and have to take a deep breath to keep myself from jerking off in front of Jayse. Not like it would be the first time, but… those days are long gone. "Yeah," I repeat, though I don't even remember what Jayse said.

"Need a moment, Toby?"

I might. I'm on the cusp of telling Atty we need to video chat so I can watch him jerk off for me. But that thought is short-lived when Atty says he has to get dressed because his friends are coming to pick him up.

"No," I answer, even as disappointment fills me. But… then an idea.

[Me] Have fun with your friends. When you get home tonight, we're going to have hot video sex. Understand?

[Atty] Yes!

[Me] That's my good girl. Have a good day, baby.

When I finally look up, Jayse is grinning. Leaning back in his chair with his hands clasped behind his head. I roll my eyes. "Go ahead. Say whatever it is."

Jayse shakes his head. "I've never seen you so… focused on a guy."

"I told you," I insist, sniffing and determinedly clicking the screen off on my phone. I pretend that it's to prove him wrong, but since I know Atty won't be texting me for a while, it's easy to do. Otherwise, I don't think I'd be able to. "We just met. It's nothing like that."

Yet, I'm almost convinced that I just lied.

"Right. Sure thing, Toby."

Glowering at him, I change the subject. "How's porn treating you?"

Jayse's smile widens because he knows I'm changing the subject. I'm not even being subtle about it. However, he also knows me well enough to understand I need the change from this conversation, so he doesn't argue.

Part of the reason I invested in ReachMe is that Jayse made an account when we first learned about it as brand-new college students who needed money, and I wanted to support him. To this day, he's one of the two accounts I subscribe to, though I rarely actually watch his content. I just want to show my support for whatever he wants to do in life.

It started off with him just jerking off in different positions. Then toys. For more than a year, he was a solo account, only creating solo content. As his audience grew, he became addicted to the money and knew that collabs would get him more subs, so… sweet, innocent Jayse had probably done it all at this point.

"I have something in the works that I think you're going to love, but it's not confirmed yet as we try to find a schedule that suits us."

So, I have two social media presences. My hockey one which is strictly hockey and my personal one which is filled with hot gay men. I follow a lot of content creators. What can I say? I'm a sucker for thirst traps. He could literally be talking about one of like fifty men.

"Can't wait to see it."

Not that I'll likely watch it. It's weird seeing Jayse that way these days.

"Oh, you will see it," he says. Jayse grins. "This is going to be right up your alley. And bring me a new audience too."

"Hm," I say, turning my attention back to hockey. There are very few creators I'd actually watch him with. But I won't deny that I would. It's easy enough to detach myself from Jayse being my best friend and instead see a hot guy railing someone I've fantasized over.

And thus, we spend the rest of the day working and chatting while I try not to be obvious about checking my phone for Atty's return.