"Can't I just check it once?"

"Nope."

"Tooom! I need to check it, it's making me sick not knowing what's happening." He made another grab for the phone in my hoodie pocket and I smacked it away, making him whine and hold his injured hand against his chest.

"You're not checking anything Sparkly man, right now we are talking about anxiety. Now, you said gaming takes some of that off?"

He nodded slowly, eyes wandering to the hallway that led to his little gaming den.

"Then go play a damn game of minecraft, it's not gonna kill you."

"But I want to hang out with you. And what if you need something? Your arm-"

"My arm isn't going anywhere. Go play minecraft."

"Come with me."

"Why?"

"Because! I still want to hang out with you. Maybe I can teach you how to play minecraft?" Ugh. I really don't want to play minecraft.

"Alright, if that's what you want."

A huge smile broke out on his features. "Yay! Okay, go ahead and go start up my computer. I'm gonna make us snacks before we start." Before I was even halfway off the couch, he was pushing me down the hallway to his gaming room. Once I went inside he bolted back down to the kitchen in a hurry. Cute.

I slumped down in his huge gaming chair and pressed what looked to be the power button on his computer. It started up in thirty seconds flat, and before I knew it I was looking at his desktop full of programs. He played literally thousands of games. Minecraft was on the far right and I dragged the mouse to click it, when...a little program caught my eye. Twitch. What is Twitch? That's the weirdest name ever. I snorted when the thought came to me what if it's a porn thing? Now I couldn't resist. I clicked on it and the window opened up. It wasn't a porn thing, sadly. It was a really complicated looking thing actually. Now it's probably not the brightest idea to randomly click on things in order to understand them, but this is me we're talking about here, so of course that's what I did. I was startled when all the sudden a mirror image of myself popped up and a white rectangle beside that.

And that's when the messages came rolling in.

Where is jardon?

OMG ITS THE BOY WHO KISSED SPARKLEZ

are you prosyndicate??

what did you do with the jardon?!

I bet he's sleeping over at the captains place ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

R U DATING JARDON

Well shit. What have I done now? Is this thing a live stream program? If so, then I've completely screwed over Jordan. I just showed my face to his probably millions of fans. Great.

"Fuck. Um. Hi. Jordan's making snacks. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Do I close this?"

NNOOOO!

stay with us! we need all the deets!

did you mean to press the live button? xD

"No, I just clicked a bunch of buttons and...here we are. So you guys are Jordan's...fans?" I glanced over the messages and read them as quickly as I could, but they were going so fast I could barely read one fully.

so he has been taking about us ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

WE ARE THE FANDOM

what's your name syndicate?!

"My name is Tom. I feel like Jordan's gonna be pissed when he sees what I did. Do you think he will be?"

he might get salty but whatevs

NU HE LUVS U TOM

"Nah, he doesn't love me. Would you love me if I forced you into a kiss and ruined your career? I'd hate me." I grinned as the chat lit up with capital letters.

ITS OKAY I STILL LOVE YOU

AW I FEEL BAD FOR YOU NOW
his career isnt ruined! he's still got us! :D

what career? lolol

Jardon still loves you <3

SYNDISPARKLEZ STILL LIVES ON

"The hell is Syndisparklez? Is that some kind of dating thing? Cuz we aren't dating, kids. I'm his annoying platonic friend who eats all of his snacks and ruins his life. Wait. Shit, I think I hear him. What do I do?"

apologize very quickly

KISS HIM

puppy dog eyes always work?

JUST KISS HIM PLZ

CLOSE THE PROGRAM BUT DONT EXIT BC I WANT TO HEAR JARDONS VOICE

hide!

The door flew open without warning and in walked an unsuspecting Jordan holding bowls of snacks. "I didn't know what kind of snacks you liked, so I made trail mix and little fruit cup thingies. Oh, do you like pretzels? Because I-...what are you doing?" His eyes widened when they landed on the computer screen, where the chat was now almost completely blown up with capital letters. Damn it.

"Tom are you streaming right now?!" He squawked, setting the bowls down and running over to the computer. "Seriously?! Oh my god, I can't believe you'd-"

"Told you he'd be pissed," I called at the chat. "But hey! You made me fruit cups! I guess I can forgive you for yelling at me just now." I snatched the bowl and tossed one in my mouth, smiling at the flavor. He stared at me for a good thirty seconds, one eye twitching with his whole body completely rigid. I think he's really pissed at me, legitimately pissed at me. Time to joke my way out I guess.

"Sparklez don't give me that look! The chat says you'll love me no matter how much I piss you off. Is that true? Do you love me no matter what?" I asked in a damsel in distress voice, holding my hand up to my head and sighing dreamily.

The frown straightened. Then curved. Then showed a pretty set of perfect white teeth as he began giggling. "I hate you. Get out of my chair."

"That's no way to treat a guest! And I'm injured Sparkly Dick, I need a place to rest so I don't put strain on my poor wittle arm."

"You can sit on the couch. Up."

"No! I like the chair, it's comfortable! And your chat loves me more anyway!"

"They do not."

"Yeah they do! Isn't that right chat?" The chat box exploded with I LUV U TOM and JARDON U SUCK, which made Jordan giggle again when he looked at it.

"Then maybe you should just take over my streams from now on."

"Maybe I will! Alright Tom fans, teach me how to play the estranged game of...minecraft. Do I mine first or do I craft?!"

"Noob..." Jordan muttered, shaking his head at me as I tried with failure to find the minecraft program. I gasped and threw a hand over my heart, turning back to look at him in a betrayed way.

"Did you just call me a tit?"

"N-No! A noob, it's a new person who sucks at everything."

"You're a noob then. Noob."

"You're so immature."

"I was born this way. Get over here and teach me how to play your little nerd game."

~

"GO GO GO! GO TO THE MIDDLE, NO WAIT, GO LEFT! WAIT, UP AGAIN!"

"CHOOSE A DIRECTION!"

"UP!"

I jabbed the up arrow with so much determination, I felt like my finger almost snapped in half. I'm actually starting to get the hang of this game and I clearly understand the purpose of it now.

To destroy everyone.

Jordan tried getting me to play singer player first. I hated it. When he told me I wasn't crafting a pick axe in the right format, I flipped shit and announced I was quitting. Then he switched on multiplayer and pulled up a mini game called "survival games", and lured me back to the computer by offering (whilst his stream was paused) to let me sit in his lap later if I managed to win a game. I took him up on that offer very quickly.

"SPRINT AWAY! GO UP! HES CATCHING UP TO YOU!"

"WHATS SPRINTING?!"

"PRESS THAT KEY!"

"DONT TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"

"IM TRYING TO HELP YOU!"

"SCREW OFF IM KILLING HIM!"

I clicked the mouse rapidly as the weird blue sword repeatedly whacked the other guy in the face. And then, as he tried to turn and flee, one last hit made him explode into a pile of items. I jumped up and celebrated so hard I nearly punched Jordan in the throat, who was laughing his ass off at me. "I can't believe it! Your first game and you win, and with a hurt arm too! That is so unfair."

"Suck it Sparklez!" I did a victory dance beside him and made sure to wiggle my ass in front of his face, making him giggle like an idiot and his entire stream chat explode with capital letters.

This is his job. This is his life. I want this.

Later on when he ended the stream and shut down the twitch program completely, he made sure to keep his promises. He plopped down in his fancy computer chair, pulled up a movie on his Netflix program, and patted his lap. I jumped into it without a second thought, and made the little nerd squeal in shock. I gave him a dirty look once I settled in. "You implying that I'm fat?"

"I'm implying that I'm weak, and my thighs aren't meant to be sat on."

Just to be a little shit, I shifted my body around and made sure to grind against the front of his green shorts with my ass. The strangled gasp that escaped his lips was good enough revenge for me.

"You have some comfy thighs Jordan," I said in an innocent tone. "Real nice to settle in on." Another grind, a better one. He let out a groan and slapped me lightly on the arm.

"Quit it. Let's watch the movie."

"What if I want to do somethin' else?"

"Are you always like this?"

"Always like what?"

"Horny! Are you always horny?"

"I can't help what my body wants. Though it does have good taste. Wait, are we watching that weird space movie again? Can't we watch something else that doesn't have light up penises and family issues?"

"They're called lightsabe- you know what, never mind. What do you wanna watch?"

"Breaking Bad!"

"Fine. I feel like I'm babysitting."

"Mansitting, actually. Remember? Me, sitting in your lap?"

"I don't classify you as a man."

"I classify you as a dork." I poked him in the cheek, causing a small grin to spread across his cheeks.

"I'm glad they loved you. I was really worried."

"I am so lovable Sparklez, I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Can't disagree with you there." And that's when a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to the body underneath me. I felt like swooning. He's holding me.

After an hour or two of comfortable silence spent watching Walter White being a bad ass, Jordan broke the silence with a distressed sigh. "I want to ask you something sort of important."

"Then ask me." I was barely paying attention to the computer screen now. What could he want to ask me about? What have I done now?

"I'm going to London for two weeks. There's a bunch of things I need to do there so I decided to book a hotel while I stay, and...I-I accidentally booked a suite, which is made for more than one person...I was wondering if you'd like come with me? It's not a long plane ride, just a few hours, and you wouldn't have to pay for anything-"

"How many beds does this room have?"

"Um...one king sized bed. But there's a bunch of couches I can sleep-"

"Alright, I'm in."

"What? Really? W-What does having one bed have to do with anything?"

I chuckled at his obliviousness and turned my head so that I was looking up at him. "A king sized bed to share with you for two weeks? I look forward to it."

His cheeks flushed to the color of sunburn. "Tom...I'm not doing anything like that while we're there. My friends are going to be right next door to us, and if they heard us I would never live it down."

I pouted. Well I already said yes, I guess I can't really back out now. "Why are your friends gonna be there?"

"I'm going to a gaming convention with them the day after we get to London. Would you want to come along?"

"Er, wouldn't that kind of fan the flames of suspicion of our whole relationship?"

"R-Relationship?"

I sighed. "Not that kind of relationship Jordan. They might think were screwing each other because I'm with you."

He huffed. "I don't care what anyone thinks. I want you there with me. Conventions are scary sometimes and it's always nice to have somebody help out with everything. You could be my body guard?"

Snorting, I twisted myself around to where my legs were wrapped around his waist and my forehead was touching his. "I can't fend off anyone, I'm a midget." But I am taller than you, so I guess that counts for something.

He locked his arms around my hips and pulled me a little closer, smiling with half lidded eyes. "You act tough though. How many fights have you won in the past?"

I had to think about it for a second. "Hm. Fourteen I think, if you count the time I ran from the fight and hit the guy with my car when I was pulling out."

He laughed. "Jesus, Tom."

"Jesus can't save me, baby. I'm a bad little boy."

"Well maybe I can, with some discipline and rehab. You drink too much."

"Drinking is fun. How are you going to discipline me, Sparkly Dick?"

"By ignoring you and holding grudges. It works pretty well, you get really ticked off from it."

"Getting ticked off leads to more drinking, darling, in case you haven't noticed that yet. Remember what happened after your last grudge?" I held up my arm to prove my point. Though the whole glass thing wasn't his fault, it was doctor dumb and nurse dumbers fault that I had to go to the hospital.

I saw the instant guilt pour onto his features. "I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. You're a damn doormat, you know that?" I let my lips brush over his nose, his cheek, his lips. I was about to go in for a small kiss, but he leaned away, sighing.

"We really need to talk about this."

"About what? My smell? Don't worry, you'll get used to it soon enough."

"No, this-...this. This whole thing we've got, what is this? What are we doing Tom?"

With a groan, I pulled away and stared into his worried pools of brown. "Do you want to talk about about it?"

"Well no, not really-"

"Then let's not."

"But Tom-"

"If you want a fucking label so badly, fine. I'm your friend. And if you need anything from me, money, sex, favors, I'll do what I can for you. That's what I'm here for. I love you."

After a moments thinking, he exhaled slowly and took both my hands in his. "I love you too. And not just because you give me favors. I'm just not used to things without labels. I'm sorry."

"Apologize with your mouth, it's way more sincere." I bent down and captured my lips with his, hands traveling up to his cheeks to squeeze them and stroke over the sides of his stubble. I like that feeling, that sharp prickly feeling on my skin from another mans beard. Especially when that feeling is on my face. I guess it's a fetish of mine.

"Mmh, I need to shave..." He pushed my thighs up until they were resting on his hips, and I felt like I was on cloud nine with Jesus and Gaundi. But the idea of that adorable stubble on his cheeks being taken away took me out of my happy thoughts.

"Don't you dare shave," I growled against his mouth. "I will gut you with a samurai sword if you shave your beard."

"Harsh," he mumbled, before moving back in for another kiss. "Didn't know- mph, you liked beards."

"I love them."

"Guess that favors you more towards the, hng..." He stopped to let out a satisfying moan when I tugged on his hair. "...the male gender."

If there was a hair of space in between us before, it was gone now. I was grinding on him hardcore while I tugged the shit out of his sexy hair. "There's only one thing I like better than stubbly beards..."

"Yeah?" He asked, panting against mouth.

"Round asses, and you've got the cutest I've ever seen. Especially in those, ugh...in those stupid green shorts. The green shorts that frame you so perfectly, I feel like crying when I look at you. God, you're wonderful."

He giggled, eyes snapping open to look up into mine. "Am I really that great to you?"

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me. Please, I know it's a lot to ask, but- shit, ah...I'll be right back." I can't ask him for that, I can't. He's never done it before and I don't want to pressure him into now. I pulled myself away from the tangled mess of clothes and sweat we'd gotten ourselves into and tried to move off of his beautiful hips, but his arms wouldn't let go of me, not matter how much I tried to get off. Does he not understand how dangerous and vulnerable horny Tom is? It's like being drunk, except instead of alcohol intoxicating me to act stupid, it's my dick.

"Ask me," he said softly, pulling me back onto his hips with a strength I hardly knew he had. "I'll do it, whatever it is."

His sentence made me melt like chocolate in a warm pocket. He's willing to do it, he wants to do it.

I couldn't stop the words from coming out. "I want- I need your mouth on me right now."
He stood up so fast, I probably would've fallen if he hadn't been holding onto me by the thighs. Then he sat me down roughly into his computer chair and yanked down my jeans and boxers before I could get a word out.

I'm not going to describe the sins we did or the emotions I felt or the words I screamed (most of them consisted of "JORDAN!"), because I'm a gentlemen (not really) and I care about Jordan's privacy (I'd totally scream it out to the world he'd given me a blowjob if he hadn't threatened to kill me if I told anyone) so I'm not going to tell a soul what he did to me (I'll probably tell every single one of my friends as soon as I reach the nearest cellphone).

Needless to say, I was a very happy camper that night. Let's just skip to what happened thirty minutes later, ey?

"Good god, I've never been so satisfied in my entire life. Have you ever done that before?" I was still panting from it, and every muscle in my body was still screaming at the top of its lungs in pleasure.

Jordan smirked and pulled me in a little closer to his bare chest. "A few times."

"A few? No, I'm not that good at those and I've done them hundreds of times...you're a god. Do you watch porn?"

"Uh, that's a bit of a personal question."

"You do, don't you?"

"Well...who hasn't?"

"Good point. You must watch a lot if you're that good..." I let my head rest on his chest and my eyes fall shut. He's got to be a dom, I don't know how he got that trait, but he's got to be a dom. He's acting like me right now, holding me against him, stroking my bum protectively, giving me little soft kisses here and there. This is dom behavior. Jordan is a dom.

But he doesn't realize it yet, does he? So perhaps there's a chance I'll get to that hidden treasure before he gets to mine...

"Go to sleep, or I'll give you some pay back for the overstimulation you inflicted on me the other day. You said you faint after two, right? Maybe I can get you to seven." He gave a small pinch on my butt cheek, and I squeaked, moving away from his quick fingers.

"Threats, huh? You're turning into me so quickly Mr Sparklez..."

"Am I now?" He grinned.

"Yes. You're turning into my eviler twin."

"Y'know you didn't give me much mercy when I didn't do what you said. And I guess since I'm you now, I should do the same." And, as if a switch was flicked, his eyes went evil and he latched onto me at the speed of light.

Begging got me nowhere. He truly was unmercifully that night.

...I fainted at eight.
~~~

SEXY TIMES R HAPPENING WOOHOOOO

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