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The door opened, and Zane stood there shirtless but still mostly dressed. He took in my appearance, one eyebrow raised, but thankfully didn’t laugh this time.
“Invite me in,” I said.
Zane cocked his head, still wearing that bratty expression, but now it was mixed with interest. He knew what I was asking. If he let me in, it was on.
“You were serious?”
“Yeah, I was serious.”
“You, Beau Starr, want to fuck me to prove…what? Because I’m not about this narrative where you lower yourself to casual sex to prove something to TrashyZane and then you regret it the next day—”
“You think I’m lowering myself to casual sex?” Now it was my turn to laugh. “Zane, what do you think I do? Do you think I’m abstinent?”
“Oh my God, you even use words like abstinent.” He made a hand-job motion. “Take me now.”
“Fuck you. I have casual sex, I just don’t flood my channel with the details. And you know what? I don’t care if you do either, but I do think you’ve never had sex to write home about. Ever.”
He stared at me incredulously. “Are you serious right now?”
“I think you’ve had guys turn you out, but I don’t think you’ve ever had the kind of sex that you don’t even want to talk about because you’re scared it was all a dream.”
He actually seemed speechless for about five seconds before he rolled his eyes. “Look, I don’t subscribe to Beau Starr’s channel for a reason so—”
“Invite me in,” I said again.
“I’m finding your confidence both appalling and appealing, and it’s a real mindfuck.”
I waited, until finally with a heavy sigh, he turned on his heel. “Fine, come in, Beau.”
I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. I didn’t miss the slight flinch in Zane’s shoulders at the sound of the latch. Still, he stood at the foot of his bed, arms out. “Welp, here I am. What’re you going to do first to blow my mind?” He cocked a hip. “Maybe a blowjob where you cup my balls. Never had that done before. Or you’ll fuck me hard, with extra-dirty talk, before you breed my boy pussy with your long, thick cock, right? Yeah, that’s totally new to me too.”
His words were penetrating the bravado I’d built up in the elevator, sending hair-thin cracks over the glass. Zane was a handful, a mouthy little fucker. He was going to mock anything I did, any way I touched him, so what was the goddamn point?
I took a step back, away from Zane’s mouth, his hurled words, away from that tight body I knew I could wreck if it belonged to someone who didn’t despise me.
Zane didn’t miss a thing, and his eyes widened at my retreat. “Wait, what? Where are you going?” I shook my head, but he didn’t let me answer. “I’m sorry, you waltz in here, all ‘I can fuck you like a porn star,’ and now you’re punking out?”
“I’m not punking out, I just don’t think it’s worth it,” I said. “I forced my way in here—”
“Uh, I let you in. If I didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be here.”
“And you don’t want me to fuck you. You want to hurl insults at me, have awkward sex, then tell everyone on your channel what my dick looks like.”
“Don’t use my channel as an excuse. I was looking forward to seeing if you could actually back up your big mouth.” He advanced toward me. “But it’s fine, go on and walk out.”
He threw his hand toward the door, but my feet had stopped moving. I wasn’t retreating anymore, because it was becoming clear that he didn’t really want me to go. That reality got the attention of my dick, and I was half hard with each step he took toward me, as that damn grapefruit scent once again invaded my nostrils. He stopped when he was inches from my face.
“Fine. Go. It’s probably for the best. We have nothing in common but mutual hatred, and now you can wake up tomorrow with a clear conscience that you didn’t get your dick dirty by fucking—”
I grabbed the hair at the base of his neck, yanked it down, and crashed my lips onto his. He tasted like alcohol, pop rocks, and bad decisions. I swept my tongue in his mouth, pulling his hair harder, and he moaned. The slight sound was enough to make my blood pound in my ears and my cock thicken to full hardness.
I ground into him, pushing him back. There was no way he was comfortable—he was smashed against the wall and his neck was at an odd angle, but the sounds he was making, the small shifts of his hips, made it clear he was into it…
I didn’t give a fuck if he was comfortable. He was needy and pliant against me, and I wondered how long and how much further I’d have to push to keep him this way.
By Megan Erickson and Santino Hassell
My life plan is to be brutally honest all the way to the bank. Don’t believe me? I run a popular YouTube channel called TrashyZane, and my claim to fame is oversharing about every aspect of my personal life. Sometimes while tipsy. Not everyone loves my style, but I have a long history of icing out people who can’t handle me. I have no time for judgmental foolishness.
Except, apparently, when it comes to Beau Starr. His channel is the polar opposite of mine, and so is he. Wholesome, inspirational, and clean-cut. Everything about him should turn me off, but when we hook up following a confrontation at a convention, my world flips upside down. Not only does Beau Starr turn me on, he uses the exact combination of dirty talk and roughness needed to turn me out.
But we still hate each other. I think.