“He thinks his jokes are funny. He’s one pair of socks and sandals away from becoming a dad joke.”
Magnus gives me a quizzical look, and I quickly take the camera from him to capture that expression on his face, which causes him to become slightly more confused. “Why would anyone wear socks and sandals? Is this something dads do?”
I think the first time I thought Magnus was adorable was the first time he gave me this expression. Eventually he’s going to run out of things that confuse him like this, things that people generally just learn on the go by interacting with others. I’m going to miss this expression when it’s gone.
“I think it happened a lot with the previous generation of dads, but it’s become iconic. Nowadays, it’s all about the dad-bod, which is the little pooch guys get after they get married. It happens because of lifestyle changes, eating home cooked meals more, and spending more time doing domestic things rather than high energy activities.”
His confusion turns contemplative and he nods as he chooses a small bag of apples. “I’ll look up images on google.” He pats his flat, compact stomach, and then lifts his shirt, flexing his abs for the camera. “I like my body as is, but on this vlog we’re all about body positivity, so feel free to post pics of your dad bods in the comments. Or your mom-bods. We respect all bods.”
I make the camera give him an up and down, then turn it on myself. “Don’t be dicks in the comments. Anyone who can’t keep rude comments to themselves can fuck right off; we don’t need that kind of negativity on our vlog.”
I kiss my middle finger and blow it at the camera then pause the recording and give it back to Magnus.
The person manning the stall asks, “What’s your vlog?”
Magnus grins wide and pulls out a business card holder, pops it open, and hands the woman a business card along with the cash for the bag of apples. “This is the website. Don’t blush—we are also very sex positive, so if you subscribe, you’re going to find out that we’re all about making sure you know that your body is worthy and that meeting your sexual needs is as important to your health and wellbeing as eating your apples.”
Telling the woman not to blush makes her blush more, but she takes the money and the business card and thanks us for stopping by her stall.
As soon as we’re out of hearing range, I hold my hand out. “Let me see that.”
Magnus snickers like a mischievous kid and gives me my own business card holder with my name engraved on it. “Isn’t it cool? I was surprised by all the things a person can get engraved.”
I can’t believe he bought me my own card holder. This looks silver embossed or whatever it's called when they use electroplating to put a layer of precious metal over steel. “This is beautiful, Magnus. Thank you.”
He squeezes me in a side hug as he murmurs. “You’re welcome. I thought it would be useful for a long time.”
“It will be,” I assure him, because he knows that my future is hopefully in forensic accounting, and that will hopefully mean I need business cards.
I pop the tin open and pull out one of the cards he put in it. It reads,Trent and Magnus: Adventure, Porn, Food. In that Order, and then it has our subscription site and social media accounts.
I laugh at the byline because neither of us have ever cooked, but I’m supposed to be learning how during this vlog adventure. Magnus's business plan explained that because he’s going to eventually be the bottom when we add intercourse to our repertoire, that romantically inclined people will find it heartwarming that I feed him.
Apparently it takes a lot of work to be a bottom, and tops should be conscientious about that. Magnus also noted the importance that non-dominant people often put on the care that their dominant partners give them after sex. Since Magnus is targeting a broad range of women, his business planincorporates a lot of elements that I hadn’t thought to do but can understand the draw of.
Like learning to cook for my bottom boy.
Not that we’re there yet. We’re planning on moving out of the dorms in less than four months. Our celebration for achieving our financial goals is to do a live stream of Magnus sucking cock for the first time. Intercourse, as Magnus calls it, isn’t on the docket until Christmas.
We are literally slow-burning our way into this love story, and honestly, it’s kind of incredible that Magnus thought of it. His two year business plan, if it draws the audience he thinks it will, is going to knock it out of the park. I’m impressed with his ingenious approach to becoming a porn content creator.
I’m a few months away from graduating with my BS in accounting and criminology, and then I’ll have three more years of graduate work for a master’s in accounting and financial crimes. Knowing that I’ll have the financial aspect of the next stage of my education taken care of is a gift I don’t think Magnus knew he was giving me when he came up with this plan.
Maybe he only did this to get out of the dorms without having to track down a new roommate, but I’d be a pretty shitty friend if I didn’t acknowledge the value he adds to my life even when he’s selfish. Pretending to love this guy isn’t going to be hard; he’s my bro and I already love him.
Chapter 6
Magnus
Even I thinkthe chuckle escaping me as I open the door to my first class of the day is a little evil. I might have leaked the link to our subscription site after I posted on Saturday, and if the looks I’ve been getting today indicate anything, it’s gone a little viral on campus. I’ve been naked in locker rooms since I was a teen, so I’m not particularly bothered by the fact that five thousand students watched my preview video. I’m actually delighted to have my social follows bumped so high over the weekend.
I’ve been contemplating how to capitalize on the uptick of interest. According to my research, thirst traps should be next on my social media agenda. And since my target audience isn’t actually the college students, I’ve been looking at the stats from some of the larger thirst trap accounts to figure out how to grab the attention of the people I want subscribing to our videos.
Yes, I know that it’s technically illegal for me to be looking at other people’s account stats, but I’m not doing anything evil. I’m just browsing, and I hardly think that’s worth having a moral quandary about.
“Professor Lancaster! You started making porn? The university not paying you enough?” This greeting comes froma rowdy soccer athlete in my business ethics class named Lor McDaniels.
I give him my look-at-the-dumb-jock smile, which I know he hates, and reply, “Good morning, Lor. If you’ve managed to get this far into adulthood and think teachers make a livable wage, I’m surprised at how sheltered you are on the socials. It’s difficult to get on any of them and not be aware of the disparate wage issues, considering how vocal teachers and their advocates are in support of the current strike.”
