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Talk to Me

OR: Your Laughter Burns Bright

Dex

The live session nearly destroyed Dex. He sprawled on his bed, still needing to clean himself up, feeling blissed. He couldn’t find it in himself to feel guilty for attending incognito at the last minute. He’d panicked. He did hope Damn was willing to do it again, because it was far more intense than watching something prerecorded, even when he wasn’t responding directly to a request from Dex.

His phone buzzed and Dex frowned at it. It was probably his brother, complaining about his ruined afternoon. Dex didn’t want to get up. But his brother would just keep harassing him if he didn’t shut it down. He rolled off his bed and grabbed the wet washcloth from his desk and wiped the worst of himself off. He’d left it there ahead of time for exactly this purpose. It was cold, but whatever.

Then he grabbed his phone.

It wasn’t his brother.

It was a notification from DamnFine.

It was a text post. “SexyJessie, you wound me. Really disappointed not to see you today. :(”

Dex pulled over his laptop and flipped it to the right account to reply. His heart was hammering in his chest. They didn’t talk directly to each other. They didn’t actively comment on each other’s videos or posts. They didn’t talk in real time. Except now, they obviously did.

Dex: Of course I was there. What do you take me for?

Dex: You do what I ask of you all the time. Thought I’d let some others have a turn.

His phone buzzed again.

DamnFine: I was afraid you missed it.

Dex: As if. See you later, Damn.

Dex knew the next logical response was to do his own live session. He wondered if he was ready for that. Damn had made it look so easy. Dex wanted to do one, but he was nervous, and he hesitated.

For the next few weeks, they both went back to posting more standard videos. No challenges for one another, but none needed. They both knew exactly what the next challenge was, and the ball was in Dex’s court. Except, the stakes were so much higher, because one thing had changed: Damn started commenting directly on Dex’s videos. They were nonspecific, usually just generic comments that might have been left by anybody, like “fucking sexy!!!”. Damn wasn’t just anybody, though.

Dex replied to the comments as if Damn were any other viewer anyway. And also left similar comments on Damn’s videos.

All their subscribers had a field day discussing that, and asking both him and Damn directly about what they had planned.

Dex laughed. Planned? Did they think this was all for show? (Was it? He still didn’t know what Damn thought about any of it.) Neither he nor Damn engaged anyone about it. Least of all each other.

And Dex still didn’t know for sure (he suspected, but he didn’t know) if Damn had seen his dancing.

Only one way to find out. He’d have to ask him. Yeah, not gonna happen.

Instead, he picked a day for his own live session. Saturday. 5 PM EST. “DamnFine, will I see you there? ;)”

DamnFine replied less than five minutes after he posted.

“I’ll be there. As myself. -Damn”

Dex stared at the message. He was going to have to be really, really well prepared.

Nursey

He could barely wait. Jessie was going to be on tonight, and it was for Nursey. It had to be. He couldn’t remember ever being so turned on.

He logged in as soon as the notification popped up that the show was starting. 5 minutes early. Jessie was already on video, though he was clearly still finishing setting up. His room was as carefully neutral as ever. Nursey suspected Jessie hid anything personal from the screen, in a way Nursey had never bothered to do besides a quick glance to make sure nothing too identifiable was visible.

He could see the moment Jessie glanced back at his screen to check the viewer list. He could see it in the way Jessie’s body turned, and went suddenly still. A flush crept down his freckled chest.

Jessie: You’re here.

And fuck, Jessie could smile with body language. He’d been looking forward to seeing Nursey. Nursey hoped he would live up to expectations.

Nursey: Said I would be.

Jessie: Nice to see you.

Nursey: I’m still a bit hurt I didn’t see you last time.

Jessie: Sorry. Really. Things just got a little overwhelming, you know?

Nursey: Make it up to me next week, then.

Jessie: Oh?

Nursey: Yeah, same time.

Jessie: You got it.

He couldn’t be entirely sure, but Nursey thought Jessie’s flush deepened.

Jessie: So. You get first request.

Nursey stared at his screen for a moment. He should have expected that. He was suddenly nervous. No wonder Jessie had been too shy to show his (metaphorical) face. Fuck.

He stared at the details of Jessie’s freckled chest. His whole body was there, waiting. Fuck fuck fuck. Jessie hummed as he waited, one hand resting on his glorious abs, rubbing his thumb idly up and down. Nursey bit his lip.

Nursey: you remember that first challenge?

Jessie laughed, softly, gently. It was teasing. He wished he knew what Jessie’s voice sounded like. He could practically hear the chirp when he replied.

Jessie: No I think I might have forgotten :)

Nursey ignored whatever the fuck everyone else was saying in the chat. He swallowed tightly.

He hadn’t let himself think too hard about what Jessie would do today. Just the anticipation of the live session happening at all had been plenty.

Nursey: You don’t use the vibrator often. I’m beginning to think you didn’t actually like it.

Jessie laughed gently.

Jessie: sure I liked it

Jessie: it’s just, you know. intense.

Nursey might have thought that was a refusal. But Jessie was already moving.

He turned his back to the camera. It was something that shouldn’t have been so tantalizing, but it was also something that wasn’t on full display very often, either. He was muscular, with broad shoulders. He ran his hands down his ass, over his jeans, once, before unzipping them and slipping out. Jessie bent over, grabbing something unseen next to his bed. It was almost exactly like his video message about attending Nursey’s live show, except this time he was naked. Nursey liked this view better, though he tried not to think too hard about getting a chance to step up behind Jessie and press himself against his back.

Jessie: ready?

Jessie held the vibrator up for the camera, then moved it to hold it against his stiffened cock. He didn’t turn it on, he just waited, clearly watching his chat screen.

Nursey pressed a hand to his dick. He was not ready. How could he possibly ever be ready for this?

Nursey: yeah, ready

Jessie chuckled again. The sound lit a fire through Nursey’s veins.

And fuck, he knew the guy was sensitive to it, because Jessie’s first video responding to that first challenge had been intense, and because he had avoided posting anything like it again unless it was in direct response to something Nursey had encouraged.

It still drove him nuts when Jessie turned the vibrator on for only a moment and moaned as he touched himself with it. He wasn’t sure if it was entirely his imagination that Jessie was louder than he usually was.

Nursey: bet you get a lot louder than you show us

Jessie didn’t look back at the chat.

He wondered, briefly, if that message would be lost, or if Jessie would review the transcript later. (After his show, he had scoured that stupid attendee list. When he had fewer users, he’d known a lot of them well enough to know they weren’t Jessie. Now he had so many he was fucking clueless. At least he knew that Jessie had been there.) He didn’t think about it long, because then Jessie turned on the toy again.

It was glorious. He wanted to get Jessie alone in a room where he wasn’t trying to hide himself, where he could shout out the feeling the vibrator gave him. Nursey really wanted to hear him shout, and scream.

Jessie leaned back on the bed, arching. His free arm was flung up to his face, muffling his noise.

Nursey was on fire. He had his own cock in his hand and groaned along. He kept his eyes on the camera.

When Jessie sat back up, bright red, come splashed over his chest, there were bite marks on his arm.

Jessie: was that what you were after tonight? i’d been looking forward to that

Nursey: you were planning on that, weren’t you?

Jessie: not exactly. more hoping. did you like it?

It took him a minute to respond. He was entranced by watching Jessie’s hands, waiting for him.

Nursey: yeah, that was everything i’d hoped for

He didn’t write: and more

It wasn’t quite what he wanted though. Because, fuck. Fuck, what Nursey really wanted to was to blow Jessie. That wasn’t an option.

Jessie showed off the bite marks he’d left on his arm.

Jessie: Hope that doesn’t bruise. ;)

Nursey kind of hoped it would.

The rest of the session was amazing, but it didn’t hold a candle to that. Still, Nursey didn’t want it to end.

Jessie turned to his computer.

Jessie: before i say goodnight, i had something i wanted to ask

Jessie: Damn.

Nursey never wanted Jessie to stop talking to him. He wanted Jessie to know his name. He wanted him to think of Nursey every time he came. Fuck.

Nursey: yeah?

Jessie’s wiped up his chest, leaving it damp as he turned back to the camera. His skin was still flushed red.

Jessie: nevermind. see you next week

Nursey wanted to know what he was going to say, but the moment was gone. Still, it felt like some wall between them was melting away. Even if he could never have what he really wanted, Nursey could see them becoming friends. He could actually talk to Jessie, if he wanted. What he wanted, most, right now, was to hear Jessie laugh again.

Nursey: i think

Nursey: you’re going to be the death of me.

Jessie laughed, rough and bright.

Jessie: goodnight