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travis was the prettiest shade of red, eyes half lidded and already falling apart. he was in nothing but his boxers, an equally nude cooper sitting in his lap. cooper’s green eyes glanced up into travis’ deep brown for a moment, then turning back down to the boy’s chest. coop’s hands held the curly-haired boy’s fattened chest, cupping it and running his thumbs over the nipples, enjoying the hum that he received in return.

cooper swirled his thumbs in a gentle circle motion that made the larger keen gently. travis whimpered with every movement against the sensitive nubs.

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schlatt was an entertainer, a performer. he did things to provide for others. he entertained to provide for others, which is why he found himself in discord, basically camming for the entertainment of his friends.

he was in one of his few-dozen ebay sweatshirts. his sweatpants and boxer briefs were discarded on the floor, exposing his pussy. his webcam was on, pointed down to his waist and showing himself off.

he flicked his eyes to the small icons on discord. some of his friends had turned their webcams on as well, while others just stayed audio-only. those who he could see were seemingly entranced and waiting for the show. to be putting on this show for them excited him, made him shake lightly in anxiety, but otherwise he was ready and able.

to start, he lightly teased his cock, poking out between a forest of hair. he could feel himself getting soaked already, the cocktail of testosterone with thrill getting the bastard horny before even having the show begin.

he rubbed his fingers within the damp folds, covering them with slick, to then jerk off his sensitive cock. his body burning when a soft whimper escaped and his hips thrusting towards the movements. schlatt bit his lip and his non-occupied hand gripped on the armrest of his office chair.

another glance at his audience showed dazed faces and some gentle arm movements. one was angling their own webcam to their half-hard cock to seemingly spur on the brunette.

it worked.

schlatt's fingers dipped in to collect more slick, teasing his hole and sensitive clit before plunging into his pussy with a throaty whine. he immediately got to a harsh and uncoordinated rhythm, the wet noises of his own slick mixed with his own grunts reverberated in his quiet room. he watched the movement of his fellow exhibitionist to match how his fingers fucked into him.

he felt too nervous to speak up and dirty talk, but god he wanted that fucking cock inside of him.

he held his fingers inside himself, angled right against his g-spot. he rubbed it over and over, body tensing and mind getting hazy. his eyes screwed shut, whimpers coming out with every movement over the bundle of nerves. whimpers turned to whines turned to airy moans. schlatt's thighs were shaking and the tension was coming to a peak.

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connor treated his relationship like his streams: it's a performance, and he doesn't have to focus on himself. it took many, many months to pass the "grace" period, as it were, that put him in a blind panic. he'd known schlatt for countless years, but the anxious habits never seemed to die.

confessions came easy. they talked and talked like they normally did as it came and went with ease. the first few dates became a problem; they went out for nice dinners that would have connor throwing up before, during, and after every time. holding hands or simple kisses made him tremble like crazy. the first time they tried anything sexual, connor had an anxiety attack as schlatt sucked his dick.

it's a funny thing in hindsight, but it obviously showed that connor still was plagued by his disorder no matter the circumstances. he was comfortable with schlatt, but uncomfortable with the concept of being loved. any time schlatt proclaimed something he loved about connor, he was tortured with self-hatred. he wanted this relationship, wanted it to work out, but he had to step back for some time to reassess and work on himself.

“i promise, hon, it’s not your fault.”

he spent countless days and nights restlessly trying anything he could do. they talked infrequently. connor worried that talking too much would mess with progress, whatever that may be.

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noah seemed content, eating away at his breakfast, but connor couldn’t stomach eating. he loosely picked at the eggs in front of him, taking glances every few moments. he hadn’t seen noah since the night before and the anxiety that settled in his bones was flaring up into a full panic.

connor came home early. he had been out with friends, drinking, hanging out. his depression and anxiety had been flaring up lately; he tried powering through it to spend time with people, but inevitably he didn’t feel well enough to stay. at the front door was a path of dark red streaks, leading to the shared bathroom, where noah was bent over with a bone saw dismembering a graying corpse.

they made brief eye contact in the moments when connor’s heart fell from dread, and noah took the opportunity to slam the door shut in his face. no words exchanged. it felt like it had been some strange fever dream, some hallucination. it couldn’t be real.

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"so- sssso, yeah," schlatt slurs out, hand flying around and almost spilling out his small glass of whiskey. "i can't go th-there anymore."

connor just giggles in response. he's only tipsy, having been only drinking white claws, while schlatt was plastered. the story that schlatt had been rambling on about was almost nonsense, but just accepted it as it was.

a hand went on each of their shoulders. connor looked up to see a smirking matt beaming at them both.

"ey! miz!" schlatt greeted their friend. he hiccups for a moment, and burps as he begins to speak, "n-ice to see ya 'round here."

miz is also tipsy, apparent with how his body swayed. “i-i’m so glad you guys came down. you’re, like, the coolest.” he lays his head on schlatt’s, the botched dye job very pronounced next to the dark brown. “i hope y’all move and we become, like, neighbors. or-or roommates!”

“we’re thinking about it,” connor affirmed, even though they had hardly thought it over at all.

once matt slips away from the pair, nearly stumbling over his feet while yelling out at one of his roommates, connor could tell schlatt’s demeanor was changing. where they were once across from one another, the taller moves his chair around to be next to connor’s.

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"bro, whoever loses this next round has to suck the other's dick."

schlatt had been, for the most part, silent and relaxing on sneeg's couch while they dueled it out on mario kart. the unexpected quip came after a bout of silence from the younger. it took a few moments, but it suddenly hit sneeg the implications of what schlatt had propositioned.

he laughs heartily. "you really wanna put that out there?" eyes don't move from the tv screen.

"’course, man. y'know, i was the best player of gay chicken at school." it still feels sarcastic, but there's a tension in his voice. the slightest bit of strain.

"are you saying i'll chicken out?"

schlatt hums distractedly. "no, just sayin'. just putting it out there." he tampers off by the end.

he’s horrified when, at the last minute, he’s knocked back from 2nd to 6th place, giving sneeg the advantage to take 2nd place.

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connor was in schlatt’s lap, cuddled up under a blanket and the stupid cheap netflix movie they had turned on was completely forgotten about. all that they could focus on was each other’s lips, bodies, hands roaming like horny teenagers.

they’d been dating for a few months, taking romance real slow. connor was very nervous to keep going further and further. it was like every time they had a new first he was on the brink of a breakdown. schlatt could say the same for himself, in all honesty — both of them were trembling when they had their tender, chaste first kiss. really, it made sense. a friendship that had lasted for a good number of years was now going to the next level; what if something fucked it all up? schlatt was semi-horrified at the prospect of having someone walking around knowing what his dick looked like or remembering him as the bad kisser or something.

so, for that reason, they held back on any sort of sexual stuff. making out and stuff was okay, heavy petting and dry humping was… slowly entering the conversation. they were both pent up and too nervous to have a real talk about limits or boundaries or if they should just fuck now to get it over with. if connor wasn’t gonna say anything, schlatt wasn’t gonna say anything. when was too soon or too late for sex? was that even a thing? why was this so difficult?

connor held on to schlatt’s shoulders like handlebars and slowly rutted their half-hard, clothed dicks together, and, god, what schlatt wouldn’t do to spread him open and fuck him like an animal. they obviously had to be getting somewhere.

schlatt grabbed him by the hips and guided connor along, humming happily at the feeling. he started to kiss up and down his neck, along his jaw. he nibbled on this spot right under connor's jaw and the man shivered.

"god, i want y-you to fuck me so bad," connor breathed out.

"...wha-what?" schlatt was taken off-guard. he loosens his grip and stops. they'd never discussed this, never gotten this far.

connor seemed to snap to his senses, having not been all there in the moment. "i-... w-we should have sex…? i-i mean, if you want to."

"oh, yeah, no, that's-that's cool, that's fine, um… yeah," schlatt could feel his hands starting to clam up, getting anxious and man was this movie suddenly more interesting.

"are you sure?"

"yeah! yeah, it's okay, babe." both pairs of hands meet and hold. schlatt nestled his face in the crook of connor's neck sweetly, breathing in his scent to calm down; it was a subtle scent of detergent and something minty.

“...so, if we’re doing this, uh, i guess we can go in my room.” connor started to get up, dragging schlatt along with him, hands still locked together. he had a big, dorky smile on his face that made schlatt light up and smile along with him. like they were back in high school, stumbling around and acting all cheesy.

schlatt was pushed down on the bed, bringing connor down on top of him. they giggled and kissed, chaste, over and over. they pulled apart after a bit.

“so, uh… do you- are you… gonna put it in me? wh– who’s doing what?” the mood change was deliberate. it was their first time together, and with anyone, for that matter. as much as schlatt wanted it to be this picturesque scene of making beautiful love, no awkwardness or pain or shame, the reality was that sex was definitely messy and gross and weird. especially anal sex.

“uh… i-i mean, i’m down with anything,” schlatt scratched his jaw. “i think i’m fine with taking or receiving. i’m not sure, uh, what you’d prefer.”

connor was silent for a few moments, laying his head on schlatt’s chest, relaxing. “i’ll get fucked, i guess,” he mumbled – not exasperated or upset, just neutral. schlatt snorted unwittingly, reacting to how the tone didn’t match the phrase. connor smiled up at him and chuckled a little. “i-i mean, i’ve used… toys before. fingers. i’m kinda prepared for what happens.”

“are you sure? i can take it instead if you don’t feel up to it.” schlatt runs his fingers through connor’s hair soothingly.

“yeah! yeah, i’m sure it-it’ll be fine, honey. let’s do this.” and connor resumes hovering over schlatt’s body; straddling his waist, lips locked, hands roaming. everything had more purpose and certainty.

big hands grip connor’s ass and make a moan punch out of him. seeing connor’s striking blue eyes all lidded and dark strikes something deep in schlatt, right at the base of his spine. he uses the hold on his ass to get them back to rutting like horny animals or something. connor can’t focus on kissing anymore, suddenly pliant from the movements and feelings. schlatt suckles and nibbles on his neck, his shoulders, anywhere he can get that’s exposed around his tee.

a hand slips under connor’s shirt and he tenses for a moment. “can-can i just… keep it on?” he quietly requests.

“of course, love,” schlatt murmurs against his neck, fingers retreating from underneath. “are you ready? are you okay with… this?”

connor is quiet. it’s an unsettling long time, but it doesn’t bother schlatt. he would be okay either way. “yeah. yeah. it’s alright,” he smiles.

“okay… let’s, uh, let’s get you on your back, then.”

schlatt watches him remove his pants and underwear shyly, while removing his own clothes. connor lies himself on the bed, back on the sheets and head in the pillows. schlatt appreciates how cute he looks; nuzzling the pillows to hide his face partially, legs drawn up to shield his cock. he now definitely looks nervous.

schlatt takes his spot in front of him, coaxing his legs to relax and spread, leaving schlatt between them.

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“schlatt does something stupid that sets off connor. the anger morphs into passion”

nvm its gonna be related to the new offcanny video. car sex. theres no violence

the sweltering texas summer heat had faded with the setting sun. the lot of them had been filming out in the desert for hours, to the point where they had sweat out most of the alcohol in their systems.

connor felt sober again, that's how long it had been. he was sweaty and sticky, had sand stuck in his shoes and on his skin. a brimming anger that persisted from schlatt's prodding and annoyances. throughout the video, he had played up his anger, yelling, making a scene. he wanted it to be funny.

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“look at you…” schlatt cooed at connor — his connor, the one clinging to the pillow like his life depended on it, face screwed up and red, legs splayed. he was panting and barely paying attention. “you look so pretty like this.”

connor keened lowly, jaw slack. he could barely keep his eyes open as he ate up every pleasurable feeling given to him. it had been well over an hour of delicate foreplay to wind him up and string him out. a slow and loving handjob accompanied with fingering him wide open. every step of the way was schlatt offering up small kisses, little words of praise, love and devotion to his pleasure. it was obviously overwhelming for connor, but he drank it up.

“but you always look pretty, right, baby?” schlatt murmured. connor nodded along, compliant and needy.

schlatt pulled his fingers out and connor jolted, trembled, whined. he grasped at schlatt mindlessly.

“hold on, hold on- i’m gonna fuck you proper now, alright?” he fumbled with the lube and got his cock slicked up, making sure it was covering every inch, every spot. he didn't want connor to hurt, at all.