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The Broken Arm Favor - Chapter 3

I told myself it was a one-time thing.
Just helping him out, nothing more. He was desperate, I was being a good friend—end of story. That’s what I kept repeating to myself the morning after, even though my hand still smelled faintly of Troye’s cum when I woke up.

But the thing about jerking your best friend off? Once you’ve crossed that line, it’s all you can think about.

I was confused as hell. Half the time I convinced myself I’d done nothing wrong, the other half...

The Mirror Ritual (Supernatural)

My name’s Tony. I’m twenty years old, and sometimes I think the mirror knows me better than I know myself.

I don’t mean in some poetic, deep way. I mean it literally. That thing stares back at me every night, watching the same ritual, catching me in my rawest form. Naked, sweating, stroking my cock like I’m worshiping myself.

It didn’t start like this. At first, it was just vanity. I caught myself in the locker room mirrors at the gym, fresh from a pump, veins tight agai...

The Broken Arm Favor - Chapter 2

I thought Troye was kidding.
He had to be, right? No way my best friend was actually serious about me… doing that for him. But the way he looked at me after he asked, the quiet desperation in his eyes—it stuck in my head the whole day.

I didn’t bring it up again, figured he’d let it go. But that night, I was crashing on his couch like I usually did when he was injured. Around midnight, I heard him shifting around in his bed, restless, breathing heavier than normal. Then— 2025-10-11 22:00:02 +0000 UTC View Post

My Friend Broke His Arm And Asked Me for Help

I’ve always had good hands.
Like, really good.

It’s one of those things I’ve never bragged about out loud, but I’ve always known. My fingers are fast, precise, smooth. I can play guitar, piano, even a little bit of drums—Troye’s always been jealous of how easy it comes to me. I mess around with card tricks too, sleight of hand, all that flashy shit that always makes him roll his eyes until I actually fool him. And yeah… when it comes to jerking off, I’d be ly...

What Happens Backstage - Epilogue

River's POV

It’s been a month since that last night—the one where we left it all on the floor, sweat, cum, moans, every last drop of tension spilled between us. I don’t regret it. None of us do. It wasn’t love, not for all of us—it was release. A final act of being tangled together, five boys who lived too close for too long, who knew every inch of each other’s bodies and secrets.

The band’s on pause. Maybe forever, maybe not. Leo, Micah, Jett—they’re go...

What Happens Backstage - Finale

Leo's POV

I lean back against the couch in the dressing room, still sweating from the lights, the noise, the endless screaming of fans who ate up every little touch, every kiss, every look we gave each other on stage. My cock’s already half-hard from that rush, but I’m not letting them leave without what I promised—one more thing.

They’re all spread around me, tired, horny, buzzing with adrenaline. I clear my throat, grinning. “We’re not ending this tour witho...

What Happens Backstage - Part 11

Ash’s POV

The roar of the stadium is deafening, but all I hear is River’s breath in my ear as he leans into me during the chorus. His hand brushes my hip, subtle enough to look accidental, hot enough to send a shiver through me. The crowd erupts.

They’ve already seen it—the new ship. Ash + River. They scream our names in the same breath now, demand us with glowing signs, paint our initials on their faces.

I flash a grin, grab River’s chin mid-song...

What Happens Backstage - Part 10

Micah’s POV

Rehearsals used to be fun. Now they feel like torture.

Every time I glance across the room, Ash and River are at it—“practicing” their fan service. They’re supposed to just work out the timing of a hug, maybe lean in close for the camera, but the way River’s lips linger too long on Ash’s ear, the way Ash lets his hand slide down River’s back… it’s not practice. It’s foreplay.

And everyone can see it.

The crew giggles, Leo hove...

Pretend With Me - Finale

My chest was pounding as I stormed out of the restaurant. I didn’t even hear what Lila said when I left—I couldn’t. My mind was already spinning with one name. Elliot.

I pulled out my phone with shaking hands and dialed. He picked up on the second ring, his voice casual. “Adrián? Aren’t you supposed to be—?”

“Meet me at my place,” I cut him off, breathless. “Please. Now.”

There was silence for a beat. Then: “On my way.”

By the time I walked i...

What Happens Backstage - Part 9

River’s POV

Leo’s voice still rings in my head. “The new ship is Ash and River. That’s what the fans want now. That’s what we’ll give them.”
No, correction—that’s what he wants.

Ever since the storm game, he’s been showing up everywhere Ash and I are. Watching us rehearse. Watching us laugh, even when we’re not even touching. His eyes flick back and forth between us like we’re two actors in a play he directed. It’s flattering...

Pretend With Me - Chapter 7

I woke up sticky.
My sheets clung to my thighs, my boxers plastered to me with cum, and I knew immediately—I’d been dreaming about him again.

Elliot.

In the dream, I wasn’t just kissing him. I was on my knees, holding onto his hips as he straddled me, bouncing up and down on my cock like he owned me. His wig slid sideways, his hair messy, his face flushed as he moaned my name over and over. I remember the heat, the way his ass clenched around me, the way his hands pressed...

What Happens Backstage - Part 8

Leo’s POV

I’d had enough.

Enough of walking into rooms mid-orgasm. Enough of hearing whispers behind dressing room doors. Enough of watching this band fall apart under the weight of lust, secrets, and personal agendas.

This was my band.

And it was time to remind them of that.

I call the emergency meeting after rehearsal.

No excuses. No one leaves. Phones off. Doors locked.

They all sit around the bus lounge like schoolboys waitin...

Pretend With Me - Chapter 6

I don’t even know how it happened, but I finally asked Lila out.
The words just spilled out of my mouth during rehearsal, and for once I didn’t stutter or mess it up. She smiled, said yes, and suddenly the world felt brighter. My heart was pounding all day after that, like I was walking on air.

The thing is—I know damn well I wouldn’t have had the guts if it wasn’t for Elliot.

That’s why, when I got home, the first thing I did was text him. “Come over. We need to ...

What Happens Backstage - Part 7

Micah POV

Ash hasn’t looked at me the same since that night.

We still do the kiss on stage.
The crowd still screams like we’re the second coming of queer pop.
But it’s different now.

He doesn’t linger.

He doesn’t pull me backstage afterward to kiss again when no one's looking.

He says we’ve “perfected the routine.”
But all I hear is: He doesn’t want to anymore.

And maybe I should be used to that.
This band has...

Pretend With Me - Chapter 5

By Friday, I was running on fumes. Avoiding Elliot hadn’t made things easier—it only made me think about him more. And now, even Lila was noticing.

During rehearsal, she slid into the empty chair beside me, brushing her hair back with that casual elegance that made my stomach twist.

“Hey,” she said softly. “You’ve been… off this week.”

I cleared my throat. “Just tired, I guess.”

She sighed. “Me too. Honestly? I’ve been feeling like I’m not goo...

What Happens Backstage - Part 6

River POV

The silence in my room is deafening.

Just the hum of the AC and the muted thud of rain outside the hotel window. I’ve got my phone in hand—paused on yet another tagged fan video. They’ve edited Ash and Micah into a literal romance trailer. Slow-mo glances. That kiss from the Berlin concert set to piano music. The comment section’s a minefield.

“Ash is totally in love with Micah, you can see it in his eyes.”

I shut...

Pretend With Me - Chapter 4

The second I came down from that high, I told Elliot to leave.

“Get out,” I snapped, still shaking, cum cooling on my skin. “Just—go.”

He raised his hands in mock surrender, smirk fading into something unreadable. “Fine, man. Whatever you say.” He grabbed his shoes and left without another word.

And I couldn’t look at him again.

All week I avoided him. Didn’t reply to texts, ignored his jokes in class, even changed hallways just to dodge him. It wasn�...

What Happens Backstage - Part 5

Ash POV

Jealousy’s a weird emotion. It doesn’t feel like anger. It feels like guilt wearing a tighter shirt.

And tonight, it’s suffocating me.

Watching River kiss Jett, the way his hips moved, how he melted into it like it wasn’t their first time—it messed with my head more than I want to admit. I should be happy for them, right? But I’m not. I’m restless. Horny. And I feel… forgotten.

Which is stupid, because I was the one who started the whol...

Pretend With Me - Chapter 3

I swore to myself we weren’t going to do this anymore.

After what happened—after I literally came in my shorts from making out with my best friend—I wanted to dig a hole and disappear. It wasn’t just embarrassing, it was… confusing. Wrong. Or at least it was supposed to be.

So the next morning I looked Elliot straight in the eye and said, “We’re not doing this anymore.”

He raised an eyebrow like he didn’t believe me. Then he smirked. “Sure, man. Whatever ...

What Happens Backstage - Part 4

Leo POV

I used to be the center.

When Afterhour first exploded, I was the one with the spotlight. The main voice. The cover boy. The fans screamed my name first. The label told me to act like a leader, and I did. Perfect smiles. Shirt unbuttoned just enough. Press-trained charm.

But now?
All I see are tweets about Ash and Micah’s tongue battles, and River’s shy bottom energy, and Jett’s hands on his waist. Everyone’s watching them. Wanting them.
And I�...

Pretend With Me - Chapter 2

I told myself I was fine.

What happened last time with Elliot? Just acting. Method, or whatever. He was too good. That’s all. I mean, we were roleplaying for practice. It wasn’t supposed to be real. It wasn’t like I wanted it. I just… reacted. Bodies do that. It’s not that deep.

Still, I didn’t sleep much. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face that close to mine. I remembered the weight of his thigh under my hand. The way our cocks touched through fabric...

What Happens Backstage - Part 3

Ash POV

Ever since that night in Chicago, kissing Micah on stage has become… a thing.

It started as a dare. A joke. A heat-of-the-moment tongue kiss with a crowd screaming loud enough to rattle my ribs. I thought that was it. One impulsive moment.

But now? It’s expected.

We’re three cities deep into the European leg of the tour, and every night, the kiss comes earlier. Longer. Dirtier. Once, Micah ran his hand down my chest mid-chorus and the fans scream...

My Best Friend Pretends To Be My Crush

It started out like most things with Elliot did—like a joke that got out of hand.

We’ve been friends forever. Since third grade, I think. He was the loud one, the weirdo who wore a cape to school and made up imaginary languages. I was the quieter kid who laughed at his dumb impressions and copied his homework when he let me. I don’t even know when we got close. It just… happened. At some point, Elliot became the person I could say anything to. Or, almost anything.

I never ...

What Happens Backstage - Part 2

River POV

People say they want fame, but they don’t tell you how loud it gets.

I used to dream about being in a band like Afterhour. I’d watch guys like Leo and Micah on stage and think, God, what would it feel like to be that wanted? Now I know.

I’m the youngest in the group, and it shows. I still get nervous during interviews. Still check my hair three times before walking onstage. I barely turned nineteen last spring and already I�...

I Tried Hypnosis With My Friend - Finale

I almost said it.

As we stood by the car, backpack zipped, gas tank full, I looked at Jules and tried to speak.

"A…"

He turned fast. “Don’t. Say it.”

I froze. “But—”

“We’ll never get girls this way,” he added, like it was supposed to be funny.

But I didn’t laugh.

Because I wasn’t sure I wanted girls.

Not after everything.

Not after him.

The road was long, but the silence was longer.

Jules hummed...

I Tried Hypnosis With My Friend - Chapter 7

We were packing.

Jules had printed out the address. I was folding a hoodie I didn’t plan on wearing. The air felt too still. Like everything in the dorm was waiting to see if we’d really go through with it.

He zipped his backpack and looked at me. “You ready?”

I froze.

Something inside me twisted.

What I said was:
“I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

What I meant was:
I’m not sure I want this to stop.

“We don�...

I Tried Hypnosis With My Friend - Chapter 6

The day after we fucked — after I came inside Jules, after he looked me in the eye and said he didn’t know who he was without this — everything was... off.

We didn’t talk much.

We still slept in the same bedsheets, our bodies sticky from the night before, but there was this quiet between us that wasn’t really silence — it was guilt.

I showered twice.

Tried not to look at him when he changed.

Tried not to think about how I wanted to do it agai...

I Tried Hypnosis With My Friend - Chapter 5

“This has to stop,” I told him.

We were still shirtless. The air smelled like sweat and sex. The video had just finished playing again.

“I’m serious,” I said. “This file, these triggers, whatever the fuck it is—it’s messing with us.”

Jules didn’t say anything at first. Just sighed and looked down.

“…Yeah,” he said quietly. “Okay.”

I nodded, standing up too fast, needing to get distance between me and the look in his eyes. “We need ...

I Tried Hypnosis With My Friend - Chapter 4

I didn’t remember falling asleep.

But the dream started the same way it always does.

That voice.

That calm, low, unbothered voice slipping into my head like silk between my thoughts.

“Subject 1. Subject 2. Welcome back. You know the way now. Let go.”

I’m lying on the bed. The room is dim again. I can feel the weight of the AirPods in my ears. Jules is beside me. Breathing with me. The sound of his chest rising and falling syncs wi...

I Tried Hypnosis With My Friend - Chapter 3

I avoided him the entire day.

Skipped lunch at the usual spot. Took the long way around campus just to miss him between classes. And when I passed by our dorm and saw the door closed with the light on, I just… kept walking.

I didn’t even have a plan — I just knew I couldn’t look at Jules yet.

What happened… that video… it shouldn’t have happened.

Even if it was the audio. Even if it wasn’t us, not really. That didn’t stop the memory ...