Kai: Just subscribed to his page.
Atticus: WHAT THE FUCK KAI
Atticus: I’M SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU BITCH
Kai: ¯\_(?)_/¯
Kai: He’s hot.
Sammie: I hate you both
Sammie: … but like, details pls
Her phone went silent, a quiet that dragged out too long. Sammie clicked it off, picking up the heavy book resting on her stomach, scanning the page to find where she’d left off. Her eyes took in the words, but she wasn’t comprehending them, not when her mind couldn’t stop flashing with the images she’d just seen.
Her phone pinged again as she reached her bed, falling into it as she pulled up a video Kai had sent.
Ohfuck. It was Kieran again, and this time she knew for sure. The room was dark, but she could make out the corner of a jersey hanging on the wall. No name was visible, nor was the number, but even in the dim lighting Sammie recognized that atrocious shade of yellow.
Atticus: THE JERSEY
Sammie: I KNOW
Kai: Am I the only one that actually paid attention to the video?
Sammie restarted it, this time focusing on the show Kieran was putting on. And what a show it was. Heat burned Sammie’s cheeks as she watched him reach into his pants. The harsh sounds of his breathing had warmth pooling between her legs, and she nearly dropped her phone on her face when he let out a ragged moan.
That was it. It was explicit, sure, but she hadn’t seen anything more than the motions of what he was so clearly doing. And he’d ended the clip before things had, well, ended. But the sounds he had made were already replaying in Sammie’s mind on a loop.
She was a simple girl, and she was still high. It took every effort not to slide her hand into her own underwear.
Sammie: We have to tell him
Kai: HA I don’t have to tell anyone anything, I’m just an innocent bystander.
Atticus: I’m not saying jack shit sis!
Sammie: Goddammit
Sammie: Don’t you feel guilty?? We aren’t supposed to know about this
Atticus: Not really
Kai: Nope.
Sammie dropped her phone back onto her chest. Her brother and his wonderful boyfriend were absolutely useless. She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes, letting out a groan that was half horny and half anguished.
What the actual fuck was she supposed to do with this information? Sure, the intended purpose of Kieran’s content was for other people to enjoy it. But Sammie wasn’t going to let herself get off to to his video, that felt sowrong. An invasion of privacy that she didn’t know how to unpack.
Kieran looked good in the video. Really good. The timestamp showed it had been posted tonight. Had he really done that after she’d seen him? Sammie couldn’t manage to marry the two images warring in her head. One of the sweet guy she’d been crushing on for ages, the other of a man pleasuring himself for an audience.
Sammie had questions. About a million of them. But her thoughts were still coming slowly, and she didn’t know which one to start with.
But then one thought snagged, waving like a banner in her mind.
Did Kieran makemoneydoing this sort of thing? As far as she knew, he didn’t have another job outside of playing for theCats. And Atticus made a decent salary, but nothing to write home about. He still had to bartend on the side occasionally.
Before she could think better of it, Sammie pulled up a thread that had thus far been mostly used to schedule grain deliveries. Maybe Atticus was too chicken shit to say anything, but Sammie was high and her inhibitions were mostly nonexistent at this point.
