“braden you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me” ..
staring down, cookie scoffing into his phone screen, 2am in the fucking morning, to see dearest clavicular once again kissing on another girl in his stream, like he hasn’t been warning him about how clav might just catch herpes any minute now.
the feeling of pure annoyance and irritation flushes his stomach and the phone goes flopping onto his pillow.
“fuck this shit”
cookie groans into his pillow annoyed, mad, irritated quite literally all of the above in the negatives. why can’t he stop whoring around? why can’t he just be fucking normal? he’s letting the fame get to him. fucking psycho.. why can’t he start paying his attention back to me..
cookie grabs his phone back up to his face once again
they were friends and even best at that, until this stupid glory of a reputation got to the rest of him. after all the talks about his past, the peptides they’ve injected into each other, the streams they’ve planned… and that one night. that one stupid night.
did that actually mean nothing to that heartless fuck?
opening up the photos app running his fingers throughout the locked album, he hesitates.
“Cope”
was the title. he genuinely cannot get himself to press it.
“fuck sakes”
he finally scrolls throughout all the pictures in the album, all the stupid ones with the silly snap filters, all the domestic selfies with just them both. And all the explicit ones..of that one night they’ve shared last year. drunk and high, exploring.. and fucking hard.
He keeps scrolling, just a little slower now, thumb trembling like it’s cussing at him to stop. The pictures, Clav’s 6inch veiny cock in the frame with his phone right next to it trying to measure how lengthy he was.
only to be met with cookie’s monstrous eight inchy right on the other side towering over his cock.
One video from the top angle. Cookie’s pounding the shit out of clav, backshots and all. His cock soaking into Clav like it was meant to shape his Ass, like it meant to tame it. Each echo of slaps could be heard throughout the video, even echoed throughout his whole room..
"fuckkk demir im gonna ngh-"
"no, come with me, don’t leave me hanging. don’t come till i tell you to."
"shit i can’t-"
"you can."
That was before the streams blew up. Before the peptides turned Clav into this egotistical untouchable thing who barely texts back anymore.
Cookie’s breath hitches. His free hand is already stroking himself through his shorts, cock thickening fairly fast just from the sight of his dick buried deep into clav. the way it stretched him open, the little string of pre connecting their bodies when Clav inched away desperately in the video, just for cookie to drag him back sinking clav into his cock. He remembers how it felt, hot, thick, tight. Amazing. Clav whispering filthy tunes just faintly loud enough to hear if the room was fully quiet “you’re fucking me so good- shit demir.”
“yea? next time you can ride me if you take it all.”
He shoves his shorts down just enough, wraps his hand around his leaking thick cock, and starts stroking slow at first, matching the rhythm he remembers Clav’s mouth using when he sucked his cock for the first time ever. Teasing. Torturing. Slow. Struggling.
“You fucking asshole,” cookie gasps low lidded eyes stuck to the screen. “You don’t get to just… leave. After that. After us.”
cookie knew clav would live this down. acting like the emotionless bitch he was.. well.. not so much while he was getting fucked, but.
Cookie wouldn’t. He’d never live whatever happened that night down. That’s why he made sure to film, to have some sort of closure that they were definitely more than just some friends.
He angles the phone so the glow lights up his face, stares at the last video of Clav kissing his neck, hand wrapped around his cock stroking it disgustingly slow.
Cookie’s balls tighten.
He’s close, too fast. "fuck braden-" Because it’s been months since anyone has touched him, and the only thing that still gets him off is this digital grave of what they used to be.
Cookie comes with a broken yearning whine, spilling over his knuckles in thick ropes, splattering onto the screen. Warm cum shots land right onto Clav’s face in a photo. He keeps stroking through it, whining, shivering, until his hand cramps and the phone slips.
He lies there panting, cum drying on his stomach, chest heaving uncontrollably. “Still coping” he scoffs to nobody.
_____
The phone rings twice before Clav’s voice is to be heard through the phone.
"yo cookie waddup, i’m in the middle of a stream bro Subathon Seg, not now"
user3846kitkat: “COOOKIIEEEEE”
cheesecake5O: "AYYY ITS COOKIE ONNA PHONEE”
cheetosanddoritos: “cookie my king”
emerrrsyn: “boyfriend’s on the phone”
“That night”
voice loud n clear for the chat to hear. glaring into his tv screen to watch Clav’s face drop. he’s never been so needy for anyone before, fuck he’s fucked a few guys and girls here n there but why the fuck is Clavicular the only one making him go insane after one fuck? was it how tight he was? his pretty boy face? his cute cock throbbing everytime it was being squeezed?
“You remember?"
“what night? the fuck are you on about man. talk later i-”
"The one you keep pretending that didn’t happen” Cookie cuts in.
"The meth we shot up together dude, Then we got sloppy drunk, high out our minds? then i fucked you so-"
*beep*
the line cuts. chat goes feral.
bomboclitmog: "WTF WAS THAT??"
cuntslvtforclav: “SPILL MORE COOKIE 👀”
abcjsokayrjfiya: “am i hearing ts shit right??”
медведь: “WHYD YOU HANG UP GET HIM BACKK”
jaxsomh: "bruh i’m crine😭😭is this real??"
“Alright chat, uh… technical difficulties. Gonna take a quick break. Be right back.”
Clav clicks on Cookies number gripping onto his phone so hard it could genuinely snap in half.
"already missin me?”
"fuck you, what the fuck was that?? don’t ever bring that shit up again.”
“why not? got you more money, no?”
“whatever the fuck happened back then stays between us. it was a mistake. fucken psycho, stop being a bigmouth and pass on messages of us fucking in each other’s holes, like a fucking Nuncius from the midieval times.”
“what’s a Nuncius”
“shut the fuck up”
“damn sorry.. when can you come see me”
“when the fuck did i say i was”
“you still have your NAD here that you need.. gonna expire soon if you don’t put it to use.. cmon braden, n' i missed you..hm?”
“fuck off”
…
"after i grab my shit i’m leaving don’t even talk to me when i get there..”
“knew you missed me”
*beep*
PT 2.???👀👀👀👀
