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Pato looked over the settings. Flickering fireplace video set to share, his logo perfectly overlaid on it. His microphone was waiting, all the levels set from his test earlier. The other screen contained his latest story. He set his glasses on the desk and pulled off his shirt, closing his eyes as he leaned back on the chair, reaching deep inside himself to turn the key, releasing his alter-ego. He opened his eyes and hit the button to go live.
“Welcome to storytime my precious darlings.” he purred into the mic. “For those who are new, I am your host, Javier. Get comfortable, darlings. Tonight’s story is so hot I might need a cold shower after.”
He hardly needed to look at the other screen. The words were right there in his head after finishing the story just hours ago. He didn’t usually leave it so late, but the stress of a new city and a new job had made the words elusive. Chat scrolled by on one side of his screen but he ignored it. His fans knew he wouldn’t respond and were just talking amongst themselves anyway.
“Mark took a deep breath and push open the door. New to the big city, where else would he find new friends but the neighborhood bar? He wasn’t prepared for the blasting beat or the dark-haired man standing right in the way.”
Pato changed his voice to be more timid, a lot like his everyday self. “Excuse me.”
Now he deepened it, sitting straighter like he was looking down at someone. “Aren’t you a pretty morsel?”
He kept reading, switching between the two voices, almost acting out the flirting as the story went on.
Then it was back to the narrator's voice. “Mark wasn’t entirely sure how Kevin had gotten him to come out here but he wasn’t about to complain as the man pressed him against the wall, kissing him like he was the air the man needed to breathe.”
Pato palmed his cock through his jeans as he read the next part. He hadn’t been kidding about needing a cold shower. And he couldn’t quite keep it out of his voice either, a little bit breathless as he described the wild against-the-wall sex in the alley behind the bar. He finally got the ending.
“Mark walked home, come dripping down his thigh as he climbed the stairs to his apartment. Indianapolis was turning out to be quite welcoming.”
Pato sat back in his chair, letting the silence linger for a moment, giving himself and his listeners time to relax. He glanced at the clock. A little over an hour since he began. Good. He didn’t have to feel guilty about shortchanging everyone.
He blew out his breath and returned to Javier’s purr. “I don’t know about all of you but I wouldn’t mind meeting a Kevin of my own. Alas, I’m all alone and it’ll just be me and my hand in the shower in a few moments. Farewell, my precious darlings. Until next week.”
Pato turned off the stream, making sure everything was turned off and powered down before he flopped back in his chair. He opened his jeans, pulling out his hard and aching cock. Writing and reading these stories only made his lack of companionship worse in some ways but he couldn’t stop. He had to get them out of his head and he rather enjoyed seeing the comments on his Discord server after a show. For all that they were relatively short smutty stories, certain fans relished discussing deeper meanings and themes than Pato hadn’t even realized he’d included.
With a sigh, he pushed to his feet, shuffling to the bathroom, holding his jeans up with one hand. The jeans hit the floor and he turned on the water, getting the temperature just right. He washed perfunctorily and then took his cock in hand, leaning against the wall. His soft moans echoed off the tile as a scene played out in his head. A dark-haired man touching him, but not the fictional Kevin. No, this man was real, even if Pato didn’t know his name.
“Please.” Pato whimpered as he came, the scene in his head coming to a close in a way he thought could never be true in real life.
****
Alex sat down next to James in the cafeteria.
“What did you think of the show last night?” James put his sandwich down and wiped his mouth. “And don’t tell me you didn’t listen. I know you do.”
“It was fine.
“Come on. It was hot. And in that voice…” James trailed off and took another bite. “I think he lives here.”
Alex rolled his eyes. James was so into the mystery of who Javier was. He didn’t care. Good stories and a good way to get himself off before going to sleep on a Saturday night.
“For all you know he picked it off a map.”
James shook his head and swallowed the last bite.” No, he’s gotta live here. He said Indianapolis. I bet I can find him.”
Alex sighed. James wouldn’t shut up about this so he might as well put his opinion out there. “Even if he does, it’s a big city.”
James sighed in familiar frustration. “You have no sense of wonder, Alex”
“Makes life easier.”
James sat back and looked around the cafeteria while Alex finished eating. “Maybe it’s that guy.” He pointed at a dark-haired man with gold wire glasses eating all alone at a table, a notebook lying beside him.
Alex glanced over just in time for the man to look up, blush bright red when he saw Alex looking at him, then hurriedly put his head back down.
“Cute, but no way.” Alex turned back to James.
James kept watching the man. “Look, he’s writing something. I bet it’s the next story.” He stood up. “I’m going to go see.”
“James, leave the poor man alone.”
James ignored him, strolling casually past the man, peeking down as he wrote something in the notebook. He came back, scrunching up his nose as he sat. “Grocery list,” he reported mournfully.
Alex watched without being obvious about it as the man cleaned up his lunch and grabbed the notebook, walking purposely out of the cafeteria, head down, not looking at anyone or anything. There was no way that guy was the mysterious Javier. Alex would bet everything on that.
****
Pato tried to stay calm as he went back to his desk, ducking into his cubicle and burying his face in his hands as he sat. The object of his fantasies had actually looked at him and all Pato had been able to do was blush like a fucking teenager. And he’d barely gotten the page in his notebook turned before his crush’s friend had wandered by. No more writing at lunch. It was too dangerous. Not that he thought they’d figure out he was Javier. He didn’t have so many fans that they could possibly be two of them. But still, having his naughty stories a subject of office gossip was something to be avoided at all costs.
He tucked the notebook safely into his pack and turned to his computer. An afternoon of work awaited him and he’d be better off focusing on that rather than his crush. He wondered what that scruffy beard would feel like against his skin. Ack. No. Work. He remembered that one time he’d seen the man smile. Not at him of course. His crush barely knew Pato existed but he’d smiled at his friend. Briefly, for just a few seconds, and it had been beautiful. Pato wanted to make him smile. He growled at himself. Work, damn it.
He managed to keep his mind in check, mostly, for the rest of the afternoon. He stopped at the gym, working up a sweat and driving his crush out of his mind for a while. Then it was home, supper, and finally, time to write. He grabbed his notebook and typed in what he’d written at lunch and then stared at the screen. The words weren’t coming. Not for this story, at least.
He sighed and opened a different file. This story was just for him, trying to get thoughts out of his head. He read the last paragraph and started typing, the words flowing freely from his brain to his fingers, smearing across the screen like brains and ectoplasm and come. So much come, just like in the scene the words represented.
Pato was panting by the time he finished, sitting back and shifting uncomfortably in his too-tight jeans. His eyes ran down the screen. It was perfect, burning hot and sexy and so different that what he usually wrote. The mystery man from work towering over him, putting him in his place, tormenting him until the pleasure was unbearable. Just like he wanted in real life and would never get. He glanced at the clock, then closed the file and dragged himself from the chair. Time for a quick shower and then bed. Tomorrow was a new day.
****
Pato ran into the mystery man, literally, as soon as he walked in the door at work.
“Sorry.” Pato backed away, pushing his glasses up with one finger as he adjusted his pack.
“No, my bad.” The man peered down at Pato curiously. “Hey, what’s your name?”
“Patricio,” Pato said, daring to look up at the man’s face. His breath caught at the slight smile he saw there.
“That’s a pretty name.” He stuck out his hand. “I’m Alex.”
Pato shook the hand, wondering where he’d found all this courage. And with that thought, it ran out.
“Nice to meet you. Sorry. I gotta go.” Pato all but ran down the hall, ducking into the elevator, not caring where it took him as long as it was away.
He cradled his tingling hand as the elevator rose, willing his breathing back to normal. Alex. His name was Alex and he thought Pato’s full name was pretty. He’d sort of smiled. At him. Pato leaned against the elevator wall. His name was Alex and Pato had shook his hand and his grip had been firm and warm, his fingers curling around Pato’s just right, and… Pato’s head thunked back against the wall. This was going to be the longest day of work ever. Somehow he got himself together and pushed the button for his floor, stepping off and heading straight for the safety of his cubicle. And he wasn't leaving it until work was over for the day. Lunch was overrated, anyway.
Unfortunately, Pato’s stomach started rumbling, used to being fed on time, until he couldn’t take it anymore and went to the vending machine down the hall for a bag of chips, scurrying back to his cubicle in record time. He hated not eating healthy but he just couldn’t risk falling on his face in front of Alex. Or worse, blurting out his fantasies.
How could he write such dirty stories and read them out on the internet yet not be able to face his crush and have an intelligent conversation? He didn’t understand. He just got all shy and tongue-tied and it was stupid and he hated it. But he couldn’t seem to do anything about it.
Finally, the workday ended, and could go home and collapse onto his bed. Which he did, laying there with his face buried in his pillow, vivid images of Alex’s hand on his body burning through his brain, Fuck it. He got up and went to his computer. Time for a new story.