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Everything feels heavy.
Mako slumps through the door of his apartment, his shoulders bowed and the center of his back wound up so tightly he thinks it might be time to break down and get one of those back supports the other guys use. He sighs and the entire world feels just a little lighter when he lets his work bag thump to the floor, sending up a plume of drywall.
He’s hungry and he needs a shower, but the first thing he does is walk over to his desk and open his laptop.
It’s already on and showing a picture of a freckled young man with eyes so light a brown they might as well be orange, a wide smile and messy blonde hair that needs about five haircuts to get back under control.
Mako slumps into his desk chair and hits the play button before relaxing back in his chair and letting out a full-bodied sigh. There was a short animated intro with a drawn dick getting hard with a modified voice saying, “welcome to the Dr. Boom show!” when the dick ejaculates, there’s an explosion behind it and through the speakers. Then it switches to the stream.
“—so the guy says, ‘if you can guess what I have in my hand, I’ll let you have it,’ and I said—“ the same young man from the thumbnail pauses to giggle. It’s a high, wonderful sound that loosens the knots in Mako’s shoulders and brings a smile to his normally sour lips. Once he has himself back under control, Boom’s eyes glance over at the chat to the bottom left of his camera, and his eyes light up before turning forward again. “ ‘Ey, Piggy! Did you catch the first of the joke or do I need to repeat it?”
He had heard it, but Mako still types out, “plz repeat”.
“Okay, okay, so last night after you got off, some bloke in chat thought he would be cute and said he had a pressie for me.” He pauses to giggle again, and Mako feels everything slough off his shoulders like water. All the heat and aches of the day are replaced by a soft feeling and Mako relaxes further into his chair, ready to be swallowed up by the stream.
The chat is blowing up at the setup being repeated, but Mako ignores it, instead watching the way Boom’s face changes from excited to pouting when he sees the bitching viewers. “Okay, okay, I’m getting to it! Anyway, I told him the PO box was in the bio, and he—“ giggle, “he said it wasn’t something he could ship. So I says— I says, ‘well, gotta know what it is before I come get it.’ “ Boom licks his lips and gives the camera a sly wink. His hand slides down to grab himself through his pants and the chat suddenly slows down, now that Boom is making a show of it.
Mako sighs and leans his head back. The asshole doesn’t know how to tell a story worth a damn. He breaks off giggling a few more times and Mako just lets the high, annoying titter wash over him, glad to be home and in front of his questionably sourced choice of entertainment. A few of his co workers watched a show about dragons and knights and another was into the shows they were coming out with based on popular comic books.
He just stayed silent and acted like tv wasn’t interesting.
He bets he stares at a screen more often than half of them.
“—if it can fit in your hand, I don’t want it!” Mako tunes back in just in time for the punchline. The young man is dying on screen, laughing like he’s just told the best joke in the world.
Mako types in a quick, “lol,” not bothering to sit up at all.
“I knew you’d like that one! Had to give you the full story,” Boom says, stretching out on his bed and giving a satisfied groan when his back pops. “Real show starts in five, lovies, got any requests?”
The chat begins rapidly moving again. Boring shit, like fuck yourself open in front of the camera, masturbate for me, say my name this time, PLEASE.
One person wants him to pee on himself, another wants him to choke on the green dildo he has sitting behind him.
Mako leans forward and types, “dnt care just kp ur face @ the cam”.
Boom grins and winks at the camera. Mako doesn’t know if it’s at him or the cluster of requests around him, but he likes to think it’s him. All for him. He minimizes the chat and maximizes the stream, making it take up the whole screen, then makes sure his bottle of lotion is within easy reach on the floor beside his chair and settles back again.
Boom shifts his laptop to another surface so that he can read the chat and keep an eye on his angle, then puts his camera down on the bed. He shifts around and props himself against the padded headboard so that his face is still visible while he unbuttons his tight, tight jeans and begins peeling them off.
Mako lets out a harsh sigh and starts unbuckling his belt. He usually tries to drag it out, but Boom’s hips wiggling up and down while he shoves his jeans down makes his stomach twist and he can just see him doing the same maneuver on Mako’s bed, struggling out of his too-tight jeans for Mako’s cock.
Mako shifts in his chair reluctantly, but he gets his pants and underwear down around his ankles soon enough and knows he won’t have to move again after.
Boom slips a cockring on, just to the base of his cock, then cracks his fingers and reaches for a clunky, older model vibrator. “This is for ex-ex-teezme-ex-ex,” Boom says, pressing the on button.
His cock twitches before the vibrator even touches it, and as soon as it’s hard enough, he slips another cock ring just below his glans.
“Right, so you lot know the drill,” Boom says, turning his face away to read the chat.
Mako follows the lean lines of Boom’s body with his eyes and wishes he could touch him. God, he’s so hot.
His jaw has sparse blonde hairs on it, and the light from the screen catches them and casts sharp shadows across his neck and chest.
He starts moving the vibrator according to what his viewers tell him. Boom presses the end against his balls and he rubs it in slow, teasing circles. His cock fills out more, and he keeps talking to the chat.
“I’m not shoving this up my ass, you cunts! No one’s paying me enough for that tonight— thank you for the tip, Cock-ex-luvr, but I’m not—ah….” Boom bites his lip and looks down at the camera, the vibrator pressed against the metal of the cock ring around his base.
“Fuck…” he groans, keeping the vibrator there for a bit. His stomach undulates with each wave of pleasure, and Mako finally starts touching himself. He wishes he was making Boom move like that. Wishes his hips gave the occasional jerk because Mako was teasing him with that vibrator. Mako’s callouses start to feel less pleasant on his dick and he finally coats his palm in lotion before going back to stroking himself.
“Right, right,” Boom laughs and runs the vibrator up his length, back and forth along the shaft, like he was trying to coat it all over. “Fuck yeah, I’m into that,” he says in response to something said in the chat.
He laughs again and Mako forces himself to stay slow and easy, squeezing his base every time he strokes down, giving his head a rub over and tug before going back down the shaft again.
Boom hums and licks his lips as he finally stops the vibrator on the glans ring. “Mnh yeah…” his hips rock into the air, and his stomach contracts— Mako grunts and tugs at his cock harder.
“Yeah, I’d fucking love that. Nice thick cock in my ass while I tease myself with this thing? Fucking grand— Well I only got two hands, mate, and pillows slip. If my angle fucks up, I gotta get screen caps for weeks and you lot bitchin’—“ Boom shudders again and his cock twitches hard.
Mako groans and tries to go slower, to last as long as the gorgeous blonde on his screen with the cock rings.
He just ends up ruining himself instead.
“Fuck.” Mako pants and tries to milk a little pleasure from his slowly softening cock, but it’s over. Oh well, he would make up for it with the second show of the night, his recorded private half hour that he got last month from being a top tipper.
He leaves the laptop open and turns the volume up before standing and stretching. He leaves his pants and underwear beneath the chair and goes to the bathroom for a hot shower. He can fairly hear the sound of Boom chatting with his viewers while he teases himself. Occasionally, his conversation will drop off suddenly. Mako smirks knowingly and his gut throbs, though he’s not anywhere near ready to go again.
Boom does a public show every other night of the week and gives private shows for his top three tippers throughout the month. Mako has a folder of personal recordings, enough to get off to for a month or three of his private shows and favorite clips from the public stream.
Mako always comes back for the public stream, though, always tips Boom enough to stay at the top of his list, even if he doesn’t get to enjoy the whole thing or he’s doing something Mako just isn’t that into—a rare occurrence in and of itself.
Just as he comes back into the living area, Boom is panting and giggling. He has a few viewers who like the after bits. He’s moved the camera up to sit next to his laptop and is playing with the come on his stomach.
“You two are the sickest fucks I got,” he says, his head resting on his arm and his vibrant eyes half-lidded. “Nah, I’m serious. Making me lay here all shitty and tired for—“ he sits up and twists around to see the clock. “Another fifteen minutes! Torture!”
“There’s one on your laptop, idiot,” Mako mumbles as he picks his computer up and moves to the kitchen to make dinner.
Boom knew what he was doing when he twisted like that. His lean rib muscles stretched and moved beneath his skin and it nearly made Mako’s mouth water every time he made excuses to show off.
The chat’s response has his freckled cheeks coloring, and Mako pauses to watch Boom blush and smile at the reaction.
“Dunno if I’m that hot, but I guess I’m alright. Especially if I got such discerning viewers as my little piggy.” He winks at the camera and Mako takes a deep, grounding breath. He throws a tenner of tokens at Boom before beginning to get shit out to cook with.
“Piggy, you’re supposed to be on my side! I don’t wanna spend five more minutes lying here gross for these shitheels,” Boom whines.
Mako smiles to himself and watches Boom as he cuts vegetables and oils a pan. Tomorrow night is going to suck, but the night after, Boom will have another show, a private one for Mako and his other two top .
Mako can’t wait.
Boom stays in his bed and pillow talks through the cooking process and right up until Mako’s food is in the oven. He doesn’t really listen, just enjoys the background noise and occasional laughter. His house feels dark and drab compared to Boom’s bright voice and the sterile light of Mako’s laptop.
“Right, lovies, that’s all for tonight.” Boom grabs his camera and laptop and sits up with the camera focused on his come-streaked stomach. Mako leans closer, despite having seen Boom’s entire body moving and flexing in all sorts of ways before, his abs were a work of art.
“Join me Friday at 7pm for my weekly porn review! Got three categories: story, jerkability, and character,” Boom says, listing the three out on his fingers as he goes. “And I’ll see Piggy this weekend for some private fun.” Another wink. Mako rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling, still so into the stupid hot man on his screen.
“Bring your a-game. I got a few new toys in the PO box you can pick from. Should be a lot of fun!” Boom grins and makes a kissy face before snapping his fingers and pointing at the camera. “Shit, nearly forgot! Special thanks to Jack and Triple-Ex-69, you guys have your weeks coming up, get thinking about what you want to see from me, yeah?” He laughs and shrugs like he’s an innocent little shit and focuses right on the camera. “Then I guess you gotta make me pay for it, Ex.” He winks one more time and then shuts off the feed.
Mako closes his laptop and turns on the TV for background noise. Ever since he started watching Boom’s stream, it’s been hard for him to stand silence. He eats alone and washes his work clothes before taking his laptop to his room and settling down for the night. He pulls up one of his private shows with Boom and takes his time with himself.
It’s a role play where they’re in a post apocalyptic wasteland. Boom was a twitchy scavenger and Mako was his lover and bodyguard.