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Everyone had their fair share of secrets, some more so than others.
Mydei knew this better than most. To his colleagues and to anyone else he came across daily, he was simply the solemn one. He never said anything more than what was asked of him and he never lingered long enough to befriend anyone else. No man was an island, but Mydei came close to being one.
But alone, in the solitary privacy of his own room every Thursday and Sunday night, he harbored one little secret that he would never deign to reveal to anyone else.
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“Keep your eyes on me.”
The low and sultry timbre of the voice was enough to make Mydei burn, the heat of it traveling all the way down south. If Mydei had been new to this (which he had been, once upon a time), he would have been embarrassed by how hard he became just by voice alone.
But he was hardly a stranger to this. If anything, it had become almost muscle memory. Because on specific nights of the week and on a specific time close to midnight, Mydei enjoyed watching one specific cam boy.
He watched his livestream now, one hand already reaching to unbuckle his own belt as the other gripped the armrest of his seat. On the screen in front of him was the view of the cam boy’s naked trunk, the planes of his chest and the ridges of his muscles being the only thing he revealed for now. In a little box on the corner was the live chat, which was already a steady flow of messages and donations from viewers. Most of them were theorizing what kind of obscenities they’ll be seeing tonight; Mydei caught some of them in passing, though most of them he ignored.
What show will Merlin put on for us tonight? Mydei found himself reading, right before the comment disappeared beneath the tidal wave of new ones.
“Watch,” the cam boy, Merlin, commanded. His voice had an edge of sternness, almost as if he could sense Mydei’s attention drifting. One hand reached up to adjust the camera, tilting it down until it finally revealed his hips.
Mydei clenched his jaw, eyes transfixed to the screen as Merlin stopped just shy of revealing his cock. Mydei’s own belt was already on the floor, his pants unbuttoned and unzipped, and his cock already hard and leaking in his hand.
Fuck. And nothing had even happened yet.
On the screen, Merlin leaned back and draped one arm against the backrest of his dark couch. Merlin had never revealed anything above his torso, always choosing to stream and put on shows that required him to keep his hair and his face away from the camera. This secrecy and elusiveness were the reasons Mydei had decided to give cam boys a chance, having previously thought their concept as intriguing but too personal for his liking. It was also the reason most people decided to tune into Merlin’s streams, drawn by the premise of someone using only the view of their body to get his audience off.
But even without the transparency of Merlin’s facial expressions, his body always conveyed what his eyes or his lips would have otherwise. Most nights, like tonight, he was oozing charm and confidence. His movements were always certain and calculated, much like the way he moved his other arm now, hand sliding down his abs until they disappeared from the camera’s view.
“I want you to watch,” he continued now, “as I fuck this.”
He adjusted the camera. Mydei could see his cock this time, already erect and hard, its tip red and glistening. On the couch beside Merlin, resting beside his thighs, was a bottle of lube, still closed and untouched. And beside the lube was an anal fleshlight, its hole angled to the view of his audience.
Merlin reached for the lube first, his hands making quick work of slathering a fair amount on two fingers. With his other hand, he took the toy and placed it against his thigh.
“I want you to watch as I fuck this,” Merlin repeated. He inserted his two fingers into the hole, the squelch of lube against the silicon flesh heard through the stream. On the corner, the live chat began to go wild. “And I want you to think I’m the one fucking you.”
Mydei was silent as he watched Merlin move those fingers inside and out of the fleshlight, as he scissored his fingers open, as he popped them out and added a third finger in.
Mydei never did make much noise; it was one thing that he was careful to keep in check. But what he lacked in sound he made up for with actions. His own body was angled away from his seat, just enough so that his own lubed fingers were opening himself up.
“Watch how I open you up, how you open up so nicely for me.”
Mydei mirrored everything Merlin did to his toy. If Merlin changed his pace, Mydei did too. If he added or subtracted a digit, he did too. If he traced the rim of the plastic hole, he did too with his own.
“Watch how I make a mess of you, even without my own cock inside of you yet.” When Merlin seemed to curl his fingers into the inside of his fleshlight, Mydei followed suit.
He immediately doubled over, one hand slamming dangerously hard against the edge of his desk as he caught himself in time.
“Tsk. Don’t cum yet,” Merlin warned.
Mydei lifted his head, taking in the sight of Merlin repeatedly thrusting his fingers into the toy. His thoughts were beginning to get hazy and his resolve was beginning to crumble. But he pressed on, clenching his jaw as he mimicked all of Merlin’s actions.
And when Merlin finally pulled his fingers all the way out, Mydei was simultaneously relieved and frustrated as he did the same.
“Come on,” Mydei whispered through gritted teeth as both his cock and his hole twitched. He was close. So, so dangerously close. He wanted nothing more than to chase his release, but he had been here long enough to know that patience was a virtue best rewarded by Merlin.
Merlin adjusted himself so that the audience had a better and clearer view between his legs. He drizzled some more lube over the tip of his dick, moaning wantonly as the cool liquid made contact with his burning skin. With one hand still holding the fleshlight against his thigh, his other hand wrapped around his shaft and began to pump himself.
“Fuck,” Merlin breathed, his back arching from the couch as he stroked himself at a steady pace. Where Mydei was quiet, Merlin was loud, and he moaned unabashedly in time with his paced rhythm. “Watch how I prepare myself for you, how my cock longs to slide into you.”
With one hand pleasuring his own dick, Mydei’s other hand shakily placed his own dildo against his seat. He was standing on trembling legs now, the last of his self-control fraying as he waited and waited and waited.
Merlin began to position the fleshlight over his tip, and Mydei positioned himself over his dildo too. He held that position for several more minutes, his ass out as his knees took the brunt of his weight, while Merlin’s hips began shallowly thrusting into the fleshlight’s entrance. Through it all, Mydei followed Merlin’s rhythm, stuttering only once or twice in favor of staving off his release.
“Watch me,” Merlin said again, his voice more hoarse and breathless than mere minutes ago. “Let me fuck you.”
Unable to hold himself back any longer, Mydei slammed himself down against his dildo. At the same time, Merlin thrusted his hips up as he slid the fleshlight over the contour of his dick. Mydei couldn’t tell who had gasped this time; it might have been Merlin or it might have been him.
Merlin adjusted his grip, his long and slender fingers moving the fleshlight up and down the length of him. “You feel so good,” he whimpered, the slap of his toy against skin loud enough to rival his moans. “Oh, god.”
Mydei closed his eyes. As much as he wanted to watch Merlin continue to pleasure himself, he wanted to let his imagination run more. His grip tightened against himself, hand moving in time with the way he bounced on his dildo. The reality of his situation fell away as he let his lust rearrange the truth of the moment.
“Faster?” he heard Merlin say, no doubt reading requests from the live chat’s donations. The squelching sound grew faster. “Anything you want, baby.”
It wasn’t his hand touching him, it was Merlin’s.
“Fuck. You’re so tight, so tight just for me.”
It wasn’t a toy penetrating him, it was Merlin’s width.
“That’s it. That’s it. Feel all of me.”
He wasn’t alone in his room, he was keeled over before Merlin, taking everything and anything he could give him.
“And now, take all of me.”
Mydei exhaled a moan, the only sound he granted himself, as he slammed himself down one last time, all the way to the dildo’s hilt. And then he came, his cum shooting copious bursts all over his chest, his abs, his hands.
By the time he came down from his high, he was breathless, sticky, and limp. His muscles, previously so tense from his pent up frustrations, were sore from having been tense for so long. It took Mydei a considerable effort to clean his hands, to reach for his keyboard, to type the singular message he always sent during every livestream.
ChrysosHeir06 sent you $xxx: I did exactly as you said. Thank you for the show. You were amazing as always.
“ChrysosHeir06, thank you. Good boy.”
His head snapped up, every fiber of his being suddenly alert. He had been so bleary and so desperate to get his donation in before he could pass out. On the screen, Merlin looked just as spent, his body resting against his own couch as his chest rose and fell from deep, labored breaths. His skin glistened with a mixture of his cum and with lube, though Mydei raised his brows when he found that Merlin was still inside the fleshlight.
“You did well,” he went on, voice just as deep as it always was, yet more pleased. He reached for his toy, moaning as he slid it off of himself with a sticky pop. He set it aside before reaching for a set of his tissues.
“Because you’ve done so well,” Merlin started, and Mydei swore he could hear a smirk beneath those words, “you wouldn’t mind being good for me one more time, would you?”
Merlin wiped his hands with the tissues slowly, accentuating every push and pull of the cloth over his fingers. Though Mydei’s ass was sore, he found himself growing hard again as Merlin touched himself once more.
“Ready for another round?”
Everyone had their fair share of secrets, some more so than others.
Phainon knew this better than most. To his colleagues and to anyone else he came across daily, he was simply the extroverted one. He took up small talk when he had the chance, shook hands when he had the spare time, and established connections when opportunity allowed it. No man was an island, and Phainon was certainly not one.
But alone, in the solitary privacy of his own room every Thursday and Sunday night, he harbored one little secret that he would never deign to reveal to anyone else.
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ChrysosHeir06 sent you $xxx: I did exactly as you said. Thank you for the show. You were amazing as always.
Away from the scrutiny of a livestream, Phainon allowed himself to relax. He was resting against his couch now (changed with fresh sheets and disinfected from all his earlier ministrations) as he went through all the donations and highlighted messages he had missed earlier. Though he was exhausted from his day job and from streaming this late into the night, looking through the gifts people had left behind was as much part of his routine as everything else.
He was hardly a stranger to this. If anything, it had become almost muscle memory. Because on specific nights of the week and on a specific time close to midnight, Phainon took up the role of being a cam boy.
And back when he had been new to this, back when it was just him and a handful of viewers, he had been able to keep up with every message from his live chat. He had read every suggestion, tried out several of them, and thanked every donation personally to the best of his abilities.
It wasn’t that he wanted to foster a sense of codependency or the illusion of a mutual connection. But if people were paying him good money for his shows, the least he could do in return was to acknowledge their comments.
ChrysosHeir06 had been there almost since the beginning. He was also one of Phainon’s–or Merlin’s, if he wanted to get into the semantics of things–most generous and consistent viewers, leaving one donation every stream. Among all the messages, his was always the most curt and formal, almost a little out of place among all the other indecent remarks.
If he was being honest with himself, Phainon thought it was almost endearing. And, if he was truly being honest with himself, he only thought so because those messages reminded him of his own colleague at work.
His incredibly handsome but incredibly broody colleague. Who, subsequently, happened to be the object of Phainon’s adorations as well.
Phainon closed his laptop and rested his forehead against it. The thought that his coworker, Mydei, could be ChrysosHeir06 was as horrifying as it was impossible. Horrifying, because Phainon’s usual tricks to winning someone over–constantly striking up a conversation with them, inviting them to lunches or dinners, gifting them something that reminded him of them–were already ineffective against Mydei’s armor of stoicity. If Mydei found out what Phainon did twice a week, Phainon was certain what little chance he had with him would be out the window.
And impossible, because Mydei did not seem like the type who would find pleasure in the kind of content Phainon made. Phainon wasn’t even sure if Mydei swung his way, if he swung in any direction at all.
However, as if the universe could hear his own turmoil that night, that uncertainty of his was put to the test immediately the next morning.
Phainon was his usual self: bright, energetic, and cheerful. No matter how late his stream ended (and sometimes they ended quite late), he made sure to arrive at work with the same disposition he always had. He also made sure to bring the same coffee orders every time: two black coffees, both without cream or sugar, for Mydei and their other colleague, Castorice; and a latte for himself.
Mydei, however, seemed a little more tired than usual. He stepped into the elevator with Phainon just as the doors were closing, and Phainon was thrilled to have him alone so early in the day. This glee lasted all of three seconds before he took in the dark circles beneath Mydei’s eyes.
“Good morning, Mydei!” he greeted, though with a more leveled tone than he usually used. He held out the coffee tray with their orders.
“Morning.” Mydei plucked his cup from the tray and took a long sip. “Thanks.”
Phainon smiled, putting on his friendliest mask in the hopes of getting Mydei to open up to him. “I take it Aglaea showered you with more work again.”
Mydei frowned at him. “What?”
Already off to a terrible start! Phainon cleared his throat and pressed on with more explanation. “You look like you’ve had a rough weekend.”
“And?”
Phainon sighed. Well. It was worth a shot. “Did you get enough rest, at least?” he asked instead, opting for sincerity.
“Of course I did.” Mydei looked away, taking another sip of his coffee. “What does it even matter to you?”
“Mmm. See, this is why it matters. You’re no fun to talk to when you’re cranky.”
“I’m always cranky. And that hasn’t stopped you before.”
Phainon raised his brows. Then he laughed. “Well, at least you’re both self-aware and aware of my actions.” He reached out and gave Mydei a pat on the back.
He could have sworn that the pat was nothing more than a friendly slap, hardly with force and definitely nothing close to a shove. But Mydei stumbled forward, an almost pained groan slipping through his teeth, as one hand flew to the back of his hips. Then his hand was gone almost immediately, as if he was pretending that he had never rubbed the lower part of his back in the first place.
If Phainon was less experienced and if he was less of an overthinker, he would have easily let the whole ordeal slide.
But Phainon was anything but lacking in experience. And he definitely thought twice when it came to matters regarding Mydei.
“Phainon,” Mydei admonished, already straightening and shooting him a glare. “It’s too early in the morning.”
Phainon blinked, not quite in the moment with him. Then he forced an apologetic smile and bowed his head. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to pat you that hard.”
Mydei’s glare turned calculating, almost as if he could sense that Phainon was concealing something. There was a brief moment when his expression turned completely unreadable before he finally looked away. Phainon did too, and he decided to focus his attention on the elevator button of their floor.
Which, as it turned out, neither of them had pressed.
Phainon immediately pressed the number to their floor, and the elevator began to move at last. The whole ride through was silent and awkward, and Phainon knew that he wasn’t the only one who felt the tension within the cramped space. By the time they arrived on their floor, Phainon was ready to sprint out of there. But Mydei beat him to it, stepping out the doors even before they had fully opened.
Phainon stared at the ghost of where he had been. If Phainon had doubts before, he didn’t now.
Mydei definitely swung his way, this he was sure of. The only question Phainon had now was whether or not there was someone he was swinging towards.
And Phainon was going to find out his secret, no matter what.