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Any ship at all but with preference for bottom roach thankssss

SPICY CAMBOY AU TEEHEE

Camboy AU (2)

Warnings: smut, jealousy trope (my beloved), minor roleplaying, oral, cowboy hat rule

Pairings: Ghost/Soap, Roach/Jackson, Ghost/Roach/Soap

Word Count: 7.9k

Actual Usernames Used: @bingobongothatswhereyourewrongo

Roach moved around his kitchen quickly, tossing various things into a bowl as he listened to the voices coming through his phone. He had it propped up against his back wall so that the men on the other end could still see him, even as he worked on making himself something to eat. It worked out well for him, the pleasantly excitable, though tired, voice of Soap over the line was enough to keep him entertained.

“-which is exactly why I told Ghost that he had to get a new system.” He huffed on the little screen and leaned back against Ghost’s chest, looking up at the other man with a sort of fond affection there.

“You were really going to try to keep streaming with your system making such a terrible noise?” Roach asked with a grin on his face. The thought of Ghost trying to talk over the loud rattling sound that Soap had described was tempting him into laughter, but he did his best not to laugh at the sheepish-looking man over the line.

“It was still working perfectly fine,” Ghost gave a huff, “I could have fixed it.”

“Could have fixed it,” Soap scoffed, “It was two seconds away from catching fire.” He nudged Ghost’s side playfully, “I think he’s trying to burn down our house so we have to move.”

Roach snorted, “Where would you guys even move?” He turned away from his phone pushing himself up on his toes to reach one of the top cabinets in his kitchen. There were no words from over the phone for several moments and he began to wonder if he’d lost connection with the men. When he turned back around he was surprised to see that he hadn’t lost connection, but instead, the two men were just staring at him with pink dusting their cheeks. He raised an eyebrow at them and that seemed to snap them out of whatever haze they were in.

“We could move closer to you,” Soap teased, “Finally get to film some stuff with our Bug in person? The internet would go wild.”

“That's the only reason you want to see me in person,” Roach teased, “Just trying to use me to get more famous.”

“That’s not the only reason,” Ghost muttered quietly. Roach almost didn’t hear him. He assumed he wasn’t meant to and politely didn’t question the man’s words, though curiosity was eating at him.

He gave a slow hum, putting together his meal on a little plate. He could hear one of the men let out a long yawn over the phone and he gave a short snicker, “It has to be late there for you guys, I hope I’m not keeping you up.”

Ghost waved him off, “It’s only two in the morning, we’re fine.”

“Two in the morning!” Roach turned back to face his phone in a quick move, “You two need to go to bed!”

“But we’re talking to you,” Soap gave him a pout, “That’s much better than sleeping.”

“You can talk to me tomorrow.” Roach popped his hip out and gave the men a scolding look, a spoon pointed at them, “I’m not trying to keep the two of you up. I’ll get canceled for driving people’s favorite couple to exhaustion.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Soap shot back, “But I guess if you’re going to yell at us we can go to sleep.”

“What are you doing?” Ghost asked carefully, “After this, I mean?”

“I have a stream tomorrow with Jackson,” He leaned against his counter again, taking his phone in his hands with a grin, “And some filming stuff that we’re going to do for a…uh project.” He looked away from the phone nervously, his face going a bit pink. He’d been trying to avoid discussing his other streams with the men and they certainly didn’t need to know the details of what he had coming up. After all, it would probably be a bit awkward for the men to hear him talk about his adult-only streams.

“Oooh,” Soap wiggled his brows at him, “A project. Any chance we’ll get a sneak peek?”

Roach rolled his eyes, but a fond smile crossed his face, “Nope, you’ll have to wait just like everyone else.”

“Not even a hint,” Ghost asked, a playful lilt to his voice.

“Not even a hint.” Roach gave the two men a grin and picked his phone up, “Go to bed, when you wake up, you’ll be closer to finding out what my project is.” He gave them a quick wink before hurriedly ending the call, trying to prevent any possible questions from the two. He didn’t think he could handle the embarrassment of trying to explain the concept of his next spicy stream to the two men he was crushing on.

“I think it’s ready to be posted.” Roach glared at the short little video he’d been editing for several minutes. It was a simple thing that just needed cut down and a bit of text added to the end.

Jackson leaned over his shoulder, peering at the video as it played through, “It looks good.” He nudged Roach’s arm just slightly with a grin, “We look good. You ready for your notifications to break?”

Roach snorted, “You think too highly of yourself.” He started loading the video onto his Twitter.

“Please,” Jackson scoffed, “You know that you’ll make a shit ton of money from this and your fans are gonna go crazy. We’ll be getting edits made of us to save a horse ride a cowboy for months.” He stretched up, letting out a long groan as he did. There was a grin fixed on his face as he added, “And it’s all because of me.”

“Alright, hey do you think you and your massive head will be able to fit through the door after this?” A giggle pulled from his lips as Jackson shoved at him in response, a loud huff leaving his lips.

“Posted it yet?” He leaned over Roach’s shoulder again.

“Adding the caption and tagging you. Let’s see…and done! Let’s see how people like this.” He and Jackson shared a bright grin with one another.

“Roach posted a video on his nsfw Twitter,” Ghost moved closer to Soap as his boyfriend immediately tossed the computer that he’d been editing on to the side. Soap was quick to tuck into his side, peering over his shoulder at his phone.

“What type of video? Do we need to go to the bedroom?” He pressed a quick excited kiss to Ghost’s cheek.

“No,” Ghost shook his head, “He said in the replies that the video itself isn’t anything nsfw, just a preview for his stream tonight apparently.”

“A preview?” Soap raised an eyebrow, “I like the sound of that.” He looked to Ghost’s phone scanning over the caption which read, “Taking advantage of the cowboy hat rule with @jacksonisalive”

“Why’d he tag Jackson?” Ghost asked quietly, his thumb just hovering over the button to start the video.

Soap tilted his head, “It is kinda odd to tag him in this, isn’t it? Maybe he’s in the video?” He nudged his boyfriend, “Go on, play it.”

Ghost seemed to hesitate for a moment before tapping on the video and turning up the audio on his phone. Both he and Soap leaned closer watching intently as the video started.

The screen was black at first, but quickly popped up with footage of both Roach and Jackson dressed in somewhat matching outfits. Both of them wore jeans and a tight white t-shirt, but Jackson, unlike Roach, had a cowboy hat perched on his head. Neither of them said anything, they only grinned at one another. Roach turned to wave at the camera, giving a bright smile before winking. He turned then, grabbing Jackson’s hand and tugging him out of the frame of the camera then. The video cut and the next shot was of both of the men climbing onto a mechanical bull with one another.

“This is a preview for his stream?” Soap questioned quietly, his eyes glued to the screen. Ghost didn’t say anything, he just continued watching with narrowed eyes.

Jackson and Roach both climbed onto the mechanical bull, facing one another. They were tucked close, with Roach practically sat in Jackson’s lap as the other man’s arms wrapped around his waist. Roach turned his head, giving a thumbs up towards the camera with a grin still on his face. A moment later and the bull started moving.

The movement from the bull seemed to be no issue for either Roach or Jackson, both of them moving their hips along with it to maintain their balance. The end result was that as the bull sped up and started bucking wilder, it appeared as though Jackson and Roach were grinding against one another in harsh and sensual movements.

Both of the men seemed to be playing into the movement, their hands trailing over one another quickly, gripping skin through their clothing and pulling the other closer. At one point, Roach’s hands pressed against Jackson’s chest, pushing him to lay back on the bull as he moved closer, being almost fully on his lap at that point. They stayed like that for several moments, Jackson’s hands guiding Roach’s hips with every buck of the bull.

Finally, several moments later, Jackson pushed himself back up, tugging Roach closer to press their faces close, their noses bumping and their lips almost touching with every slight movement. As they moved closer Roach reached up, pulling the cowboy hat from Jackson’s head and plopping it onto his own.

They stayed on the bull for several more long moments before it grew too wild, throwing them off. The clip cut again with Roach and Jackson standing back together. Jackson’s arms were wrapped around Roach’s waist and his head was laid on Roach’s shoulder, a grin across his face. Roach was still wearing the cowboy hat on his head. Over the music playing wherever he and Jackson were, Roach called out, “This was just a sneak peek, tune in tonight to see the full show!” He gave another wink to the camera before turning toward Jackson. The two looked at one another for a long moment before moving toward the other. The camera cut off just before their lips connected and the last bit of the video was just text directing people to Roach’s website and stating the time for his stream.

“What,” Soap blinked wide at the video, something burning in his chest, “the fuck.” He turned to Ghost with wide eyes, both of them looking at one another for several long moments. “Tell me that doesn’t mean what I think it does?”

Ghost didn’t say anything, he just looked back at his phone to begin scrolling down to the responses, both of them scanning over the excited replies.

“bingobongothatswhereyourewrongo replied to touchroach: YEEHAW SOUTHERN TWINKS RIDIN’ IT OUT”

“hesh.kinnie replied to touchrouch: FINALLY JACKSON MAKES HIS RETURN GUYS WE’RE GONNA HEAR ROACH WHIMPER TONIGHT!!!”

“Soap,” Ghost looked back to his boyfriend, his eyes wide, “I think it’s real.”

Soap was sitting down, but he still almost fell to his knees at the words.

“All ready?” Jackson crawled onto the bed, moving behind Roach to wrap his arms around his friend’s shoulders. They were only about a minute out from starting stream and they’d already gone through Roach’s checklist. They were both dressed, groomed, and more than ready to start.

“Yup,” Roach leaned back into his arms, watching the little countdown on his stream. “Make this good for me, will you?” He playfully tugged at Jackson’s arm.

“Please,” Jackson rolled his eyes and leaned closer to his friend. He pressed his lips against his ear, giving a playful little nip to him before responding, “You know how good I can make it.” Roach went a bit hot at the words, but was forced to ignore it as the countdown ended and his stream officially started.

“Hey guys!” He let a bit of his accent shine through as he leaned back against Jackson and gave a wide grin for the camera, “As y’all can see, Jackson came for a visit! We went out to a bar together and, uh,” he bit his lip and looked up at his friend.

“Roach got a little too excited,” Jackson teased, his own accent tinging his words a bit, “Forgot about some of the rules.” He reached up carefully, removing the cowboy hat he’d placed on his head before the stream and plopping it onto Roach’s head. He turned to the camera with a wink, “Don’t worry though, I’m gonna remind him. I mean,” he ran a hand over Roach’s thigh and slowly started to trail it under his shirt, “we don’t want anyone taking advantage of him. Do we?”

Roach tilted his head back as Jackson’s hand ran up and down his chest, just avoiding his nipples. He gave a low whine when the man’s other hand started running over his clothed thighs, just avoiding his crotch. “I don’t,” he squirmed a bit, his voice high, “I don’t understand what I did?”

Jackson gave a low chuckle at his words, “Hear that y’all? Roach doesn’t know what he did.” The hand on Roach’s thighs was quick to move and soon Jackson had a hand shoved just under the waistband of his pants, palming at him through his underwear. Roach gave a loud moan at the feeling, jerking his hips up into his friend’s hand. The hand on his chest finally began playing with his nipples. “Don’t worry darlin’,” Jackson pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I’ll teach you.”

Jackson took to biting and sucking at Roach’s neck, one of his hands pressed against his crotch and the other playing with his nipples. He flicked and rubbed at Roach’s nipple before rolling the nub between his fingers gently. It pulled several gasps from Roach who had the friction of Jackson’s hand against his aching cock mixing with the sensations from his chest. The two continued that way for several moments until Jackson pulled away from Roach’s neck and connected their mouths instead.

The kiss was harsh and biting. Jackson took the lead immediately, dominating Roach’s mouth with his teeth and tongue. He nipped at Roach’s bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before pulling back with a pop to let both of them catch their breath. After only a moment, he was back on Roach, stealing the breath he’d just taken with harsh pressure.

It wasn’t until the sound of a donation came through that they pulled away from one another, both of them turning to look at the screen to read.

“Skullman900 donated $100: Take Roach’s clothes off please”

“Oh, look at that,” Jackson removed his hand from Roach’s pants, pulling a whine from his friend, “They want to see you. Do you want them to see you?” Roach nodded his head shyly, pulling a rumbling chuckle from Jackson, “You would.” One of his hands came down hard on Roach’s thigh, pulling a squeak from his friend, “Dirty slut.”

Jackson pulled the cowboy hat off of Roach’s head, setting it on his own again. His hands hooked under Roach’s shirt and he began to help his friend remove the clothing over his skin. His shirt came first, then Jackson palmed at his crotch for another few moments before carefully unbuttoning his pants and slowly pulling down the zipper. Once that was done, he motioned for Roach to stand up.

“Go on Darlin’, strip for me and your lovely audience. Put on a nice show for us.” He leaned back on his hands, watching with an easy grin on his face. Roach followed his instructions and pushed himself up from the bed. He tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and ever so slowly started to pull them down. He let one side pull lower than the other before slowly moving the other side down to meet it. Within a few moments, he pulled his pants and underwear over his cock, letting his already hard length spring out from the confines of his pants. From there he was quick to remove the rest of his pants and underwear.

He stood for a moment, just shyly looking between the camera and Jackson. Jackson was watching him with hungry eyes, trailing every part of his body. After several moments, he let one of his hands reach out to begin tracing along Roach’s skin, causing the other man to shiver at the attention.

“Paul,” Roach gave a low whine, a red flush slowly creeping over his body. Jackson was hard in his pants, though he didn’t seem to mind, he just spread his legs further, letting the camera get a good look at both the bulge in his pants and Roach’s naked form.

“What is it?” Jackson’s voice was low and teasing, “C’mon baby, tell me what you need.”

“I,” Roach squirmed a bit, slowly shuffling closer to Jackson until the other man could wrap him in his arms and pull him onto his lap. Roach gasped at the roughness of Jackson’s clothes against his cock, but he pushed through it to help Jackson reposition so that the camera could see them better. “Please,” he rolled his hips just slightly, pulling a whimper from his lips at the rough friction and a gasp from Jackson, “I need your cock.”

Jackson gave a low chuckle, but the noise was cut off by the sound of another request.

“BuggingOut donated $100: Roach should suck Jackson off. He’s being so good to him it’s the least he could do”

Jackson gave another laugh at the donation and Roach gave a disappointed whine, a quick pout sent the camera’s way. “They’re right,” Jackson teased, “I mean all that I do for you darlin’? Take care of you? Teach you these things?” He helped slowly ease Roach off of his lap and once his friend was in front of him on the bed, he was quick to reach up and grab his hair, yanking him harshly down to press his face into his crotch. “The least you could do is suck me off for my troubles.”

Roach gave another low whine at the words, but slowly brought his hands forward to begin running them up and down Jackson’s thighs, “I guess you’re right, but,” He paused for a moment, looking up at Jackson with his head tilted just enough that the camera could see him as well, “You’ll be gentle, right?”

Jackson chuckled, his hand tightening in Roach’s hair, “I don’t know baby, do you deserve me being gentle.” He paused for a moment before adding on with a grin, “Do you even want me to be gentle? I think you’d like it if I made you choke on my cock.” He shoved Roach’s face back into his crotch, “Go on baby, use that mouth of yours to help me with my pants.”

Roach didn’t even have to be looking at his chat to know that the words had driven them wild. He followed Jackson’s command obediently, using his teeth to undo the button on his friend's pants. He had to stop himself from laughing as he made the move, remembering the hours they’d spent when Jackson was first going to join his stream practicing it. It had been decidedly unsexy, with Roach failing so many times that they were both in stitches by the time he’d actually gotten it down. Luckily he’d done it enough now that he could pop the button smoothly and pull the zipper down with his teeth in one quick move.

He slipped his fingers under the waistband of Jackson’s pants, slowly tugging them down as his friend lifted his hips for him. He made sure to go slowly, dragging the fabric against Jackson’s hardening cock to give him a little bit of friction to start out. Once he had them down below Jackson’s ass, just enough to have his cock exposed, he stopped. Slowly he lowered his face back down, nuzzling against Jackson’s cock while giving the camera an innocent look. A low satisfied sigh left Jackson’s mouth and soon his hand was tangling in Roach’s hair, slowly guiding him.

“Alright baby,” his grip tightened, “Come on, show me just how much you appreciate me. Open your mouth.” Roach did as he was told, a flush running down his spine as he held his tongue out for his friend to use. Jackson was quick to move. One of his hands wrapped around his own cock, guiding the tip to just begin rutting lightly over Roach’s tongue. He did that for several moments, little grunts of satisfaction leaving his lips as spit began to quickly gather in Roach’s mouth.

After several moments, Jackson used his grip in Roach’s hair to begin guiding him fully onto his cock. Roach followed the movement, taking Jackson into his mouth and closing his lips around his friend’s length. His tongue set to work immediately, swirling around the head of Jackson’s cock in quick movements. He gave little sucks and licks to the tip, letting his tongue trail across his friend’s slit in a move that had a Jackson’s hips jerking up. He made sure to moan as he moved lower, taking Jackson further into his mouth until the tip of Jackson’s dick was just touching the back of his throat.

He rested there for a moment, breathing through his nose while sucking at his friend’s cock. He made sure that the noises from the movement were loud, loud enough for the camera to hear. It was all a distraction. Make them think that Roach was working at his friend with desperation when, in reality, he was preparing himself to have his throat fucked. It was something he could handle, but certainly not something he’d prepared for, so that’s what this was. A moment for him to mentally prepare and relax his throat for the abuse he was about to endure. When he was ready to finally take it, he tapped twice on Jackson’s thigh.

Immediately Jackson started to slowly pull him off of his cock, a moaned out chuckle leaving his lips. “I think I’m gonna let everyone see,” Jackson had a wide grin on his face as he spoke, “Just how much of a whore you are. Hmm? You want that Darlin’? Want everyone to see you choke on my cock?” In a second, Jackson used his grip in Roach’s hair to roughly shove his friend back on his cock, forcing him to gag as he slammed into the back of his throat. “You- fuck, you do, don’t you?”

With that he set a rough pace, forcing Roach up and down on his cock, his hips moving to match the movements. Roach could do nothing but take it and try to keep up. His hands tightened in the sheets of the bed and the sounds of his moans, his gagging, and disgusting slurping noises filled the room. Spit slicked down Jackson’s shaft and his own moans and harsh dirty words seemed to mix together with Roach’s own noises.

Roach was achingly hard between his legs and the rough treatment only seemed to add to it. He certainly wasn’t a masochist, but he also didn’t mind getting treated like a toy every now and then. The last time he and Jackson had done something similar for his stream had certainly told him that. Jackson knew him and his body well enough to know what he could and couldn’t take, which made the experience all the more pleasurable for Roach.

He continued to suck and lick at Jackson’s cock to the best of his ability, fighting around the abuse to the back of his throat and the ache between his legs to focus on the task at hand. “That’s it,” Jackson’s voice was low and his accent was coming through clearly, “Fuckin’ suck my cock like a good boy. Get me all nice and ready to fuck you.” He tilted his head back and used his grip in Roach’s hair to yank him down and bury his nose in the hairs at the base of his cock, just holding him there for a moment, “Fuck- ah, mouth was just made for, God, made for me to fuck.”

Roach stayed pressed down to Jackson’s hips, tears springing into his eyes as the sound of another request came through. He couldn’t see the request, but he could hear Jackson’s rumbling laugh after he read it. Suddenly Roach was yanked fully off of his cock. “Lucky boy,” Jackson captured his lips again, licking the spit that was slicking his mouth and forcing him closer. A whine pulled from Roach’s lips as he was tugged into his friend’s lap, their cock’s brushing together.

Roach rolled his hips, pants and moans pulled from him at the delicious friction. It sent sparks of pleasure up his spine and seemed to be more than enough for Jackson too, considering his own grunts and the way that his face was twisted up in pleasure. They continued to slide their mouths together in a biting and bruising kiss. Jackson gave little nips to Roach’s bottom lip and Roach answered back with his teeth just grazing against Jackson’s tongue. His ming was beginning to grow hazy with the feeling of arousal coming in steady waves. The slide of his cock against Jackson’s was smooth thanks to the spit that had slicked the other man while Roach had his cock in his mouth.

Jackson’s hands groped and grabbed at his sides, pinching and prodding. Occasionally one of his hands would run up to flick across Roach’s nipples, pulling a whine from the man on top of him. After several long moments of just taking the other’s mouth, Jackson grabbed tight to Roach’s hips and shoved him back onto the bed. Roach watched him with wide eyes and little pants leaving his mouth. His face was tinged pink and heat seemed to have flooded his body.

He squirmed in anticipation as his friend threw his shirt and the cowboy hat off, tossing it somewhere off camera to be retrieved later. Jackson’s hands worked quick then, manhandling Roach back onto his lap. This time, however, Roach had his back pressed against Jackson’s chest and the other man’s cock pressed against the top of his ass. With one quick readjustment from Jackson and the two men were facing the camera and Roach’s chat.

This way, Roach was fully on display for the camera. His eyes hazily scanned across the screen, taking in the way that his chat seemed to be going crazy. Finally his eyes caught the top corner where the last request was still showing proudly. He felt himself flush bright red as he saw it.

“SudsNSkulls donated $1000: Tired of this, fuck his hole or just call it a night”

Jackson shifted them until his cock was just pressed up against his entrance. They’d already worked him open before stream, but his chat didn’t need to know that. A kiss was pressed to his neck before his friend spoke, “Thank the kind viewers for letting you get fucked.”

“Thank,” Roach arched back against Jackson as the man started to slowly sink inside of him, “Thank, oh fuck- god ah, thank you!” His hands gripped at Jackson’s arms, low moans pulled from him as the other man finally bottomed out inside of him.

“Now then,” Jackson’s voice was strained just enough for Roach to notice, “Let’s say we get on with reminding you what it means to take a man’s cowboy hat.” One of his hand slapped Roach’s thigh and he gave a quick jerk of his hips, pulling a desperate whimper from his throat. “The rule, Darlin’, says that you take the hat, you ride the cowboy.” He grabbed Roach’s hip with one hand, the other roughly turning Roach’s face toward his own, “Now then, ride me like a good boy.”

With that, he gave another slap to Roach’s thigh before leaning back against the bed, a smug look on his face. Roach gave a low moan as he felt his friend twitch inside of him. He took a moment, pretending to be embarrassed as he repositioned himself enough. He started moving slowly, using his hands to help him begin rolling his hips against his friend. The movement was enough to have have him taking in desperate breaths, his mouth falling open at the feeling of arousal shooting up his spine to haze over his mind fully.

Jackson slapped his thigh again, “C’mon Darlin’, I know you can go faster than that. Ride me properly or I’ll have to bend you over. If I have to bend you over I won’t be nice.” One of his hands moved forward to fix itself just lightly around Roach’s throat, “You understand?”

Roach nodded his head rapidly, “I,” he cut himself off with a moan as he picked up speed, his friend hitting deeper inside of him as he started to truly fuck himself on Jackson’s cock. “I understand!” He finally managed to get out. “I’ll be good, I- fuck please, I swear!”

Jackson gave a breathy chuckle against him. He leaned back up to begin biting and sucking at Roach’s neck, his own moans muffled against the skin that he was nipping at. His hands grabbed tight to Roach’s hips, helping to lift him off of his cock before relaxing as he dropped back down.

They formed a quick pace together, the sound of skin slapping skin and their combined moans filling the air. Roach, even through the haze of pleasure that was threatening to take away all of his focus, managed to keep his eyes just slightly, open, just enough that he could watch the chat and make sure that he was giving the camera that properly fucked out look that he knew they loved.

Donations rolled in as he and Jackson continued. The feeling of Jackson’s cock stretching him open and fucking inside of him was enough to have Roach slowly climbing toward the edge of pleasure, his cock leaking as his legs began to shake. There was one thing that was always tough about riding his friend: it made him fucking sore. Still, he pressed onward, though was thankful to find Jackson picking up a slight bit of his slack, comforting kisses pressed to his shoulder as fingers dug into the plush fat of his hips.

Eventually Jackson wrapped one of his hands around Roach’s hard cock and started to stroke over him quickly. The move was enough to send Roach into a fully pliant state his legs shaking too much to keep him moving on Jackson’s cock. His friend only chuckled at his lack of movement, his hand keeping a quick pace over his cock. The only movement happening was because of Jackson's jerking his hips up into him, though he didn’t seem to mind considering the moans and groans that continued to pull from his throat, even as he jerked Roach off.

They continued that way for several moments before the sound of another donation came through, both of them looking to it at the same time.

“SudsNSkulls donated $3000: Bend him over in front of the camera and fuck him.”

Then a moment later:

“SudsNSkulls donated $4000: With Roach facing the camera, please”

They both paused for a moment, blinking at the size of the donations and the requests. Usually SudsNSkulls was much kinder with their requests. Usually they included some compliments and really just used the requests as a way to talk to him without having to deal with chat. These messages were more demanding and they almost had an annoyed tone to them. It was like they were upset. He brushed the thought off quickly. Why would they be upset? After all, he hadn't done anything wrong.

Jackson was the one to move, his hands grabbing at Roach's hips to pull him off of his lap. Roach couldn't help but whine at the sudden emptiness he was hit with. Though, it didn't last long as Jackson moved to his feet. Arms wrapped around him from behind and within a few seconds Jackson was slipping back inside of him.

One of his friend's hands roamed over his chest for a moment, tweaking over his nipples with quick flicks and strokes. His other hand returned to Roach's cock, stroking over him with quick flicks of his wrist. Roach whined at the feeling, tossing his head back against Jackson's shoulder and gripping at his arms helplessly. "Hear that Darlin'?" Jackson's hand on his nipples moved away to trail up and around his neck, giving just a slight bit of pressure there, just enough for Roach to feel it. "Your viewers don't think you were being good. They don't think you were riding me properly."

"I'm sorry," Roach whimpered, his eyes fixed innocently on the camera. "Sorry, sorry, I- ah fuck, Paul!" He stuttered through his words as Jackson pulled out of him just enough that he could thrust back in harshly.

Jackson chuckled at his reaction, "No excuses Darlin', don't worry, I'll help you out since you can't do it yourself." His hand around the front of Roach's neck was quick to move around to grip at the back and soon he was shoving Roach forward until he was bent over in front of him. The hand on his cock moved away to grab at Roach's waiting wrists, holding them firmly behind his back as a way to restrain him and keep him from falling forward.

Within the next moment, Jackson was pulling out of him to slam back in harshly, jolting him forward in a harsh move that surely would have sent him to the floor if it hadn't been for Jackson holding him up. He did his best to keep his head up as pleasure slammed into him over and over. It was hard to do when his legs were shaking and he felt like his eyes might roll back in his head. At this angle, Jackson could hit deeper inside of him and, with his friend's experience, it was no surprise to Roach that his prostate was getting nailed over and over.

He only just managed to keep his head from tilting forward as his mouth hooked open with whines, moans, and pleas of his friend's name spilling from his lips. Jackson responded with grunts and groans of his own and, feeling his friend twitch inside of him, he knew that neither of them was going to last much longer.

The pleasure building inside of him was almost overwhelming with its intensity and his cock felt achingly hard. His mind felt completely hazy with it and he could hardly even make out the words on the screen in front of him when another request came in. It took him several moments too long to read it and he had to scan over it several times before he actually connected what was going on. Based on the way that Jackson was laughing through his moans, his friend had certainly picked up on the fact that he was essentially fucking his brains out. If Roach had been able to think more clearly he certainly would have groaned, knowing that he likely wasn't going to hear the end of Jackson's smug words on that fact for some time.

"SudsNSkulls donated $3000: You want to come for us sweet boy?"

That was the SudsNSkulls that Roach was used to and he practically answered on instinct once his brain finally deciphered what he was reading. "Yes! Yes ple- oh fuck, ah, ah, please! Want to come for you!"

Jackson chuckled from behind him and redoubled his efforts, slamming into him harder with every smack of his hips. To his surprise though, his friend didn't speak a word, he just continued to fuck into him, the movement of his hips quickly growing more and more erratic as his breathing and moans grew in speed and intensity. Another donation came in.

"SudsNSkulls donated $3000: come for us then sweet boy, let us see you"

Roach whined at the words on the screen and he was helpless to stop himself as the pleasure that had been rising in his body finally crashed. His mind went fuzzy and his legs shook as he finished with a cry, spilling onto his thighs and the floor in front of him. Even as he shook with the overwhelming pleasure that was pulled from his body, Jackson continued to fuck into him, driving him quickly toward overstimulation. He was tired, though, so he could do nothing but let himself be used by his friend.

After several long moments, he was suddenly yanked up from his bent over position and pulled back against his friend's chest. He understood why when, a moment later, he could feel Jackson's hips stutter over once then twice before he gave one last harsh thrust and spilled inside of Roach.

Roach moaned at the feeling of his friend twitching inside him, cum spilling down the backs of his thighs as Jackson rode out his own high. Jackson slowed his hips bit by bit until he was just sitting inside Roach, both of them taking desperate breaths as the tingling pleasure in their bodies continued before eventually starting to fade.

Jackson pressed sweet kisses to his shoulder and they stayed in place for several moments, his hands rubbing over Roach's chest comfortingly. The sound of another donation came through.

"SudsNSkulls donated $2000: so good for us. Can we see your pretty hole baby?"

Roach could feel his entire body flushing red at the request. Chat was going wild, excitedly agreeing with the request and begging to see him. He could feel Jackson hiding his laughter in his shoulder for a moment but, obeying the request, his friend slowly started pulling out of him. The move drew matching groans from their mouths and, once Jackson was fully out of Roach and moving away, Roach found himself clenching around nothing, a bit of a pout of his face from the rather quick absence.

Jackson stepped out of the frame of the camera and started to clean himself up a bit, retrieving the pjs he'd set aside for after stream so he could begin getting dressed. He shot a quick grin and wink to Roach, mouthing for him to show himself off. Roach could only roll his eyes at his friend before obediently turning around for the camera.

Despite the heat that burned through him at the move, he allowed his chat to get a good look at his ass before reaching back to spread himself open so that they could get a look. He was sure it was a sight considering there was still cum dripping from inside of him. He stayed like that for another several moments before turning back around so that he was facing the camera, a shy smile on his face. Another donation came through.

"SudsNSkulls donated $1000: You're fucking perfect"

As usual, the compliment had Roach going red and scampering out of the frame of the camera. Lucky for him, Jackson was already fully dressed and could take his place in front of the camera. His friend collapsed back to the bed, a water bottle in his hands as he gave a bright grin to the camera and took several slow sips. His chat was already excitedly talking and asking questions, so Jackson took the time to start answering them, his eyes occasionally trailing over to where Roach was cleaning himself up and getting dressed.

"Roach," Jackson gave a snicker, "Chat wants to know when Logan is going to join us for a stream."

Roach snorted from off camera, amusement flooding through him. "Listen," he called, "I know chat wants to see me get spitroasted, but we're going to have to find someone else. Logan's boyfriend would probably have a few issues with him coming on stream."

"I bet Ramirez would come spitroast you with me," Jackson's face was twisted into something playful and his words had Roach giving a laugh of his own.

"Doubt it, Ramirez has a big boy job that I doubt he wants to lose." Roach moved back into the view of the camera, now fully dressed and cleaned with his own water bottle in hand. He climbed into the bed with Jackson, collapsing into his friend's arms with a sigh of relief. "Why don't we just wait on the spitroasting thing."

"I know two people I'm sure you'd love to have spitroast you," Jackson said playfully. Roach was quick to send him a harsh glare. He absolutely did not need his friend teasing him about his crush on Soap and Ghost at that moment. He was sure he would die of embarrassment if someone figured out who they were talking about.

He quickly turned his gaze back to chat, ignoring all of the questions from chat about what Jackson had said in favor of reading a question about how his day had been instead. He and Jackson continued answering questions on and off, several of them coming from the account that Jackson had been lovingly referring to as his "money maker." SudsNSkulls were asking all sorts of questions to him and he was quick to notice that all of their questions were directed at him and him alone. They seemed to be ignoring Jackson to the best of their ability.

It wasn't until after the stream ended that it clicked for him that maybe his usually sweet donos had been a bit rougher this time around because Jackson was there. It was an odd thought and when he'd questioned it aloud to Jackson, his friend had only laughed at him.

Soap laid his head fully against Ghost's sweaty chest. Both of them were naked and worn out, Roach's stream having just ended. They'd watched it, though it had certainly been a struggle for both of them.

They didn't like to consider themselves as jealous men, but seeing Roach whining and moaning under another man, a man that they knew he was close with, it had caused a lot of trouble for both of them when the stream had started. They hadn't even sent anything until things had well and started, both of them were too stunned and jealous to even think of what to do. Finally, though, Roach's sweet moans and desperation had won them over. Soap had sent an, admittedly, aggressive message to Jackson over the donations. They certainly hadn't come to watch the man they'd come to be somewhat "obsessed" with suck someone else's dick. The worst thing was that they couldn't even have a good look at Roach during the process, so they truly had been getting nothing but frustration from it.

So Soap had sent a rather aggressive message to get the focus back on Roach. Things had certainly gone better for them when Roach had started getting fucked. They could both focus on the sound of his moans and his face twisted up in pleasure. And, though they both hated to admit it, seeing a cock pounding into Roach had certainly been a pleasant feast for their eyes.

They'd both managed to finish alongside Roach as usual, and Soap had been more than pleased to take screenshot after screenshot of Roach's abused and dripping hole. Then of course they'd been forced to take several minutes of just Jackson on screen followed by a conversation about spitroasting Roach that had both Ghost and Soap's minds running wild with ideas alongside jealousy that burned at them with the idea of any other two people fucking Roach.

They'd stuck around to ask Roach questions and shower him with praise, though they'd both been more than grumpy at the sigh of him curled up on Jackson's chest. Now, with the stream over, they both found themselves laying in silence with one another, both trying to figure out what to say.

It was Soap that broke the careful silence. He turned to Ghost suddenly, pushing himself up so that he could rest on his arms and look at his boyfriend. "We absolutely can not let anyone else spitroast Roach."

Ghost blinked at him for several moments, "Soap-"

"No!" Soap gave him a scowl, "I know what you said. We can't get attached. We're friends with him and that's it. He can't know that we watch his streams. I remember!" He moved closer to Ghost and glared at him, "But tell me seeing someone else fuck him didn't make you want to scream. Tell me that you haven't been looking at him when we video chat like he hung the fucking stars. Tell me that you aren't in love with him." Ghost turned his face away, avoiding Soap's gaze. A moment went by, he said nothing. Soap gave a deep sigh at his silence. He brought one of his hands up to start tracing circles along his skin. They didn't speak.

"I thought," after several moments Ghost's hesitant voice pierced the air, "I thought that's what you wanted. I said that for you."

Soap gave another sigh, "I was upset at first. You know that. I think anyone would be if they came to the sudden realization that their boyfriend was in love with some random twitch streamer they'd never heard of." He gave a huff, "but I started watching his streams, trying to figure out what it was about him that made you fall and…well, I was the one to suggest that we watch his other streams together, wasn't I?" He turned away from Ghost with red dusting his cheeks, "That wasn't just for you, you know? I kinda figured out why you'd fallen for him pretty quickly."

Ghost brought a hand up to rub against his arm softly. The touch was comforting. "So when we started watching him?"

"I wanted him too," Soap admitted lowly. "And he's just, well you know! He's so cute and sweet! Then we actually met him and he's just," he struggled to find the right words.

"So much more incredible in person," Ghost finished for him and Soap gave a quick nod. The two paused for another long moment before Ghost asked, "So what do you want to do?"

"Well," Soap gave a petulant huff, "first, I want to make sure that no one but us fucks Roach on camera again. And, I guess second, I want us to make him ours. I mean really ours."

"Like," Ghost hesitated, as though he was still unsure, "Bring him into our relationship. Make him our boyfriend?"

Soap watched him for a moment, "Yes. That's what I want. I want him to be ours. What do you want?"

"I," Ghost took in a shakey breath, "I want him. I want all of him. I want it…so much."

"Then," Soap leaned forward, pressing his lips to Ghosts in a short sweet kiss, "We agree. We'll make him ours."

Ghost let out a puff of breath, his entire body relaxing. Soap had to grin at him. They'd both been fighting their own wants, but that was finished. They'd been open with one another and they could finally relax. They both wanted Roach. They both wanted to add him to their relationship. They both knew it would be easier said than done.

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