WHAT'S ON MY PHONE
Warning: the following one shot contains absolutely gay shit. Minors, shoo.
The camera on Nick’s phone was already rolling, propped up against a stack of books on the coffee table in their shared apartment. Soft lighting glowed from the string lights they’d strung up weeks ago, and the vibe was cozy—boyfriend content at its finest. Nick leaned back against the couch, Jalen’s arm slung lazily around his shoulders.
“Alright, what’s on my phone part two, but this time with my favorite person,” Nick said, grinning at the lens. “Say hi, babe.”
Jalen, all easy confidence and warm brown skin glowing under the lights, waved with his free hand. “What’s good? It’s Jalen. And yes, I let him go through my phone. Trust is sexy.”
They started simple.
Nick’s camera roll was full of screenshots of memes, blurry photos of Matt and Chris (one of Matt mid-sneeze), and way too many videos of Jalen dancing in the kitchen.
Jalen’s was more curated—professional promo shots, fitness clips, and candid pics of Nick sleeping with his mouth open that made Nick shove him playfully.
“Delete that,” Nick laughed.
“No way, Peach. That’s premium content,” Jalen murmured, pressing a kiss to Nick’s temple. The pet name slipped out naturally, low and affectionate, and Nick’s ears went pink.
They kept going—apps, playlists, notes full of half-written captions. Until Nick got bold.
“Alright, let’s see your hidden shit. I know you have a secret folder somewhere.”
Jalen raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You sure you wanna go there?”
“Baby, it’s content. Hand it over.”
Jalen unlocked his phone and passed it. Nick scrolled through the albums, tapping on one labeled with emojis: 🍑🍆🤤
The second it opened, Nick’s eyes widened.
Dozens—no, hundreds—of photos loaded. Jalen, naked and glistening, taken in their bedroom mirror. Jalen in the shower, water running down his chest and abs, hand wrapped around his hard dick. Jalen bent over, ass arched perfectly toward the camera, cheeks spread just enough to tease. Some were artistic, soft lighting and all. Others were filthy, close-ups, cum on his stomach, fingers inside himself.
And then the videos.
Nick’s own moan played quietly from the phone before he could pause it—a clip of him on his back, legs over Jalen’s shoulders, getting fucked deep while Jalen growled something filthy. Another of Nick on his knees, mouth full, eyes watering as Jalen praised him. A longer one where Jalen had the camera angled down, watching himself slide in and out of Nick’s ass while Nick begged.
“Jalen—what the fuck,” Nick breathed, half-laughing, half-scandalized. His face was burning.
Jalen just grinned, not even a little ashamed. “Surprise. Been building that one for a while. Some of those nudes you haven’t seen yet, Peach. Thought I’d send ‘em when you were on a long trip or something. Keep you desperate.”
Nick swiped through a few more, biting his lip hard. “These are… Jesus. You look so good. But the videos—babe, we said we weren’t recording most of these.”
“Some of them I couldn’t help it,” Jalen said, voice dropping. He leaned in, lips brushing Nick’s ear. “You get loud and pretty when I hit it right. Had to keep the evidence.”
Nick’s breath hitched, clearly affected. He glanced back at the recording phone. “We are so cutting this part out.”
“Obviously,” Jalen chuckled. “Pause the vlog, Peach.”
Nick stopped the main recording, then immediately reopened Jalen’s phone. “But seriously… send me all of these later. Like, right after we finish filming.”
Jalen’s hand slid down to squeeze Nick’s thigh. “Only if you promise to make new ones tonight. I’ll even let you hold the camera this time.”
Nick turned, kissing him properly—deep, a little needy. When they pulled apart, both of them were smiling.
“Deal. Now let’s finish the video like normal people who don’t have a whole spank bank of each other on their phones.”
They restarted the recording a minute later, acting like nothing happened. Jalen’s arm went back around Nick’s shoulders, easy and warm. The rest of the “what’s on my phone” went smoothly—more memes, a shared grocery list, and Jalen’s endless camera roll of Nick’s laugh.
Later, after the camera was off and the edited video was safely queued to post (that particular folder mysteriously never mentioned), Jalen pulled Nick into his lap on the couch.
“So… about that folder,” Jalen said, voice low.
Nick grinned, already reaching for Jalen’s phone again. “Send them. All of them. Then delete the eevidenc and come fuck your Peach properly.”
Jalen laughed, deep and rich, thumbs already flying across the screen. “Yes, sir.”
@thenickgirl here ya go :> how did I get this idea? I have no idea. It just kinda spawned.
