If anyone wants it... I am also working on a This Alive prequel, and it's Wyatt and Roope meeting.
Snippet of that below the cut:
In the next twenty-four hours, Wyatt was probably going to end up murdered and dumped into Lake Ontario and his mom would never know what happened to him and his sister would be proved right, four years after she said it, when she told Wyatt he was too stupid to be this much of a slut.
Wyatt couldn’t believe he was about to die because he had been dumb enough and greedy enough to say yes to free hockey tickets.
Well, the tickets hadn’t been free.
Wyatt had had to fuck himself with a novelty Superman dildo on a private live stream for the two tickets to see the Leafs play the Stars.
And probably Wyatt’s pending, probable homicide could be traced further back than the free tickets last March to the fall before, when Wyatt had started doing the private cam shows out of a desperate need to find a new apartment that wasn’t inhabited by bedbugs or Kurt, the worst roommate in the world, of all time.
The private shows had done the trick, bringing in more money in one week than Wyatt usually made in three months, and he’d been able to leave the bedbugs and Kurt behind and quit his part-time job as a secretary/errand boy at his uncle’s law firm. Well, he’d been able to do the last thing because he decided to keep doing the private shows as well as his usual public ones.
And it had been going well, Wyatt’s bank account healthy in a way he had never thought it ever would be. Wyatt had been able to focus on school, had been able to make time to hang out with his friends and work out more, and everything had been going so well.
But then, during ScorpioAce79’s semi-regular private show, Wyatt had admitted the maple leaf tattoo wasn’t just about Canadian pride and that he really did love his hometown team. Wyatt should have ignored ScorpioAce79’s teasing about that, should have just focused on the order to slow down, I never get to see you play with your cock, but Wyatt was a stupid slut and he’d said he wished he could get to more games but ticket prices were insane and-
And one thing had led to another had led to the Superman dildo had led to two tickets sent to the email address Wyatt had made specifically for his weird secret porn career had led to Wyatt and Quinn having an amazing time sitting behind the visitor’s bench on the glass, giving the Stars players shit and watching the Leafs shut them out.
And now, almost eight months later, Wyatt was standing outside Dineen Coffee, about to get murdered.
He probably wouldn’t get murdered at the coffee shop. But-
But Wyatt had agreed, after months and months of private cam shows, to meet up with ScorpioAce79 in person.
Yes I did every DAY of the first two rounds last year but last year I was between jobs this year I’m working AND still have the depression so. Cutting it back a bit.