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Matt's POV 

The bright monitor in front of me is starting to burn my eyes. I see the comments multiplying and the number of viewers increasing, even if we're close to the end of the live. I start banning those who keep spamming the same message over an over, and then I thank for a few more gifted subs. 

My attention switches from the screen to Chris, who's sitting next to me on his assigned chair for when he's in my room. He smiles at me. I roll my eyes, but I don't exactly keep a static expression, I'm smiling too. Then, I look at our fans again. 

“Chat,” I start, “I think we have to wrap this up and say goodbye. I know, I know. It's kinda early to end the live, but Chris and I seriously need some rest, cause we have something to do tomorrow.” I continue, looking in his direction. Chris joins my speech with a tired “Yeah,” 

I nod, “So have a good night guys, you need to sleep too. Especially if you have school in the morning. Or work, whatever.” I point out. 

“Yeah. You know we love you all. Sleep tight and make yo' dreams come true.” Chris adds. 

“You always gotta say some motivational shit all the time, don't you? Good night y'all.” I end in a laugh, clicking on the mouse to end the stream. The screen goes black. I take off my headset and swing my chair closer towards Chris. 

He rests his chin on the palm of his hand, “Are we actually going to sleep?” he asks me, sounding sleepy. 

“No, I just said that to end the stream.” I reply dryly. 

He stretches out his arms. “We do have a meeting tomorrow morning though.” he reminds me after. “I know. But missing a little half hour of sleep won't hurt us.” I say, keeping my eyes on him, attentively. 

He smirks. “I see how it is...” he murmurs, placing his hand on my knee. I stare, and wait to see how long it takes him to realize I'm pissed off. But he obviously doesn't get it. 

“You know... I can't believe you.” I tell him, in a more serious tone than before. He looks at me confused, “What did I do now?” he asks, completely unaware. 

I growl. “The grey shorts, Chris. Showing yourself off like that in front of a horde of people... Did you become a slut or something?” I finally ask him, unable to contain how I just wanted to break the screen from the jealously this whole time. I don't say I'm jealous, though. I just let him know what he did. 

He scoffs and shakes his head, “Yeah, right.” he says, sarcastically. I frown. 

“Hey. I'm being serious. The edits out there are enough already. I don't fucking like to think there's people undressing you with their eyes,” I complain, sticking out my phone to look uninterested and balance it out. 

Chris moves the phone out of my hands immediately. “Why do you even care about those people when you can actually undress me whenever you want?” he asks me, a satisfied smile grows on his face from one cheek to the other. I sigh, and chuckle. 

“Look, I just don't want them to think you're free.” I explain, throwing the phone on the bed. I let my back go lower on the chair to get comfortable. 

“Well, guess what? It literally doesn't matter what they think. I'm only yours.” he corrects, not entirely reassuring me. 

I bite the inside of my cheek. “I know you are. But they don't. That's the problem here.” I say, as I run my fingers through his soft hair, pulling them back to watch them fall on his forehead again. 

“You don't need to worry about that. You're the one who has the leash on me, baby.” he murmurs. God. 

Such a fucking dog. He's just missing a wiggling tail. Those grey shorts made me lose it, I couldn't even focus on the game. I giggle and lean closer, my smile fuses with Chris's once our lips meet in a kiss. 

“You drive me insane...” I comment, as we slowly unglue our mouths. He looks at me smugly as he moves his can of pepsi on my desk, making me glance at my computer, then my interest slides to him again.

“Do you think we've been a little too obvious lately?” I ask him, in a calm tone. He raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” he says, wanting me to elaborate. 

I shrug. “I don't know, like, on live. Do you think we're a bit weirder than usual? You whispered ‘I'll be right back’ in my ear, you said my shit 'jiggles' and that you've seen it. Isn't that fucking weird?” I question again, with a concerned look.  

He chuckles. “I assure you that all the weird shit someone can ever say, sounds completely normal when it comes from my mouth.” he tells me, which is honestly true. 

“I mean... Yeah. You're right. Can't argue with that.” I reply, and it seems like he's impatiently waiting for something to happen next. 

“So? Do we wanna make the best out of this half hour or not?” he asks, his wide smile is ready to do anything for me. I smirk. 

“Let's make it a full hour.” I correct, in a low voice. I lean in closer with the chair to kiss him again, but he places one of his hands on my chest and interrupts the action.

“Wait, I just wanted to say that I'm starting to like this a lot,” he lets me know. I scrunch my eyebrows, “What?” 

“Nick not being here. Like, don't get me wrong. I miss that kid, and I know he lets us kiss around the house, but the fact that we can do whatever we want now is kinda fire.” he explains better his thought, which I agree with. This is thrilling, even if we miss Nick. 

“And we can do it wherever we want it too.” I add to his words.

He shakes his head. “Damn, he'd scream his lungs out if he saw us do it on his bed.” he laughs out. “Right, I almost forgot about that. I was referring to the backseat of the car.” I say, before I let him laugh once more. 

“Now stop talking, you yap so fucking much you don't even let me kiss you properly. Actually, you teased me through the whole live and now you won't even give me a reward or something for hiding my boner so well.” I confidently complain. 

He makes a sound of surprise, but he's enjoying this. “Sorry? I didn't know you were starving for me that much tonight. What's up with you getting bricked up the second I put these shorts on? I wasn't even trying to tease you that much,” 

“You're kidding, right? No shit I get hard at everything you do, we haven't seen each other for days to make that stupid video. ‘Triplets spending a week apart’. Like, c'mon.” I start with, mocking the title of the video. “That title is bullshit, by the way. You texted me the whole time, the only things that were actually apart were our cocks.” I continue, and he looks at me unamused, but I catch the hint of a smile he can't contain. 

“Alright, I get it. I'll make it up to you for everything, OK? Good thing I need to suck something really bad right now...” he tells me in return, in a whiny and desperate tone. I feel my dick twitch underneath the fabric of my pants. His oral fixation never misses to amuse me.

“Could see that myself the whole time you kept biting that blue bottle cap like you were fucking teething, puppy.” I comment, as I place two of my fingers under his chin. 

“Give it to me.” he demands. I play dumb. “What am I supposed to give you?” I ask him, and he knows what I want to hear. I want him to beg. 

“Your dick, Matt. I'm not in the mood for any more games now. Shove that thing down my throat.” a pause, “Please.” he says the magic word at the end, and it's enough for me to give in. 

My eyes darken. “That's how I like it.” 

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Chris's POV 

If I have to be completely honest with myself... I've been teasing Matt on purpose. Maybe he already knows that, but I don't care. As long as I get a reaction out of him, I'm gonna wear these stupid tight ass grey shorts whenever we stream. If there's one thing I love besides getting railed by this man, it's hiding in plain sight. 

“I'm getting impatient, puppy. Get on your knees.” he orders. I roll my eyes, but I obviously obey.

“Don't act bossy, you know that's Nick's job.” I reply in a chuckle. My knees touch the ground and I can finally look at him from a different direction, my favourite one. He plays with my hair as his legs give me access.

I watch him unzip his pants as I patiently wait. I instinctively bite my bottom lip, anticipating the sensation of his hot skin inside my mouth. 

The area of his dick finally gets exposed in front of me, I nearly moan at the sight. I can't contain the excitement tonight. 

I scoot closer to it, I can sense Matt grinning. My mouth is an inch away from it, I breathe on the spot. Then, before doing anything, I look up. 

Matt murmurs a growl, “Staring at me like that... You seriously look like a dog sometimes, you know? Helpless, innocent, in love with his owner... Look at you.” he comments, full of himself. And I hate that I love how confident he has gotten. I smile.

“Helpless? No baby, you're getting it all wrong. I want to be here. I don't need any help.” I reply just as sure of myself, taking his hand and placing it on my cheek.

I hold his erection between my fingers, and I start stroking it rhythmically. Matt makes soft moans of pleasure the more I do it. 

I lick the base of his hardness up to the tip, I let my tongue swirl around the head. The second I do that, he feels the urge to grab my hair. I can tell he's not planning on letting me go. In fact, he pulls me in even closer. 

I take his whole size in my mouth, so I finally start to suck. “Fuuuck, Chris...” he whispers, hypnotized. 

His thighs squeeze me in between them at the mere sensation caused by the sudden action. My movements are getting faster, just as his breathing. And I'm over here, feeling him inside of me, but dying to get some attention too. 

I touch myself from underneath the grey shorts as we both go on an on. Then, the visual stimulation is enough for him to burst. ”Agh, wait, Chris—” he tries to warn, but it's too late. 

I can feel the load of his cum spreading through the hot walls of my mouth. I swallow the whole thing, devotedly. 

Shortly after, I slowly back my lips away from his dick. I see the residues of my saliva and his release dripping on both of us. 

I pant with him, but I'm caught in a trans. I can't think straight anymore. Not that I ever did. But I keep stroking myself desperately. 

“Chris...” Matt calls my name gently, holding my chin with his thumb and index. I shift my attention to him. 

He smirks. “You're such a good boy. Let me take it from here.” he says, and I fold completely the instant he makes me straddle him.

Now I'm on his lap, and his still hard dick is sticking behind my back, while my own is in the front, half under the shorts he immediately takes off of me. 

I rest my neck on his shoulder. “Matt... I can't even speak.” I murmur. “No need to say anything, baby...” he reassures, then he buries his lips on my neck. 

His hand finally starts to touch my boner. But I can't concentrate on that, when the finger of his other hand gets inserted in my tight ass. 

“Ogh— Hold on—” I whine out, incapable of forming a sentence or put thoughts into words at all. His finger increases the velocity, and the more he pushes on my prostate, the more I feel like I'm about to cum at any given second. And when he slides another finger in, I lose it. My dick twitches in the front. 

Matt bites my earlobe in an unimaginably seductive way. He takes care of me as I keep moaning uncontrollably. But then, he stops everything. 

I make a confused face, my eyes are still closed. “Wait, no... What's going on? Why'd you stop?” I ask him in a pant.

I focus on the way his chest pumps as he talks. “You don't know? I thought I was being very clear earlier... I didn't like the way you showed off yourself on stream. That's why you're getting punished for being such a slut.” he whispers inside my ear, making a cold shiver run down my entire spine. 

I take a gulp. “...Are you seriously saying you're gonna edge me?” I question after. I sense him smile from the corner of my eye. 

“No. I'm just giving you a second to recover and process what's about to happen. Because I'm gonna fuck you until you can't take it anymore, Chris.” he states.

Before I know it, he pushes me on the edge of the bed. My ass is showing, and I'm bent. “Damn... If you call this 'punishment' I kinda want to be bad more often.” I comment in a flirtatious way. Suddenly, I feel his hands on my butt, spreading it. His dick slides inside of me with ease, seconds before he starts to thrust in hard. 

“Oh my fucking God.” I say, smothering myself. He pushes my back down as I get fucked repeatedly. My chin hits the bed sheets I'm grasping onto. I squeeze my eyes shut at each and every motion, moaning desperately on the mattress. 

Meanwhile Matt's hips push me forward, my dick keeps getting rubbed by the friction of the fabric of his bed under me. I'm losing my fucking mind. 

“Shit shit shit. I'm gonna cum— Fuck, Matt, seriously, I'm gonna cum. Slow the fuck down, I'm—” the sentence I started with words continues with a gasped moan. I feel my eyes roll back their way inside, and I shamelessly cum as I feel him do the same. 

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Matt's POV 

I release my load at the same time as Chris gets hit by his orgasm. Slowly, I pull my dick out. A mixture of our body fluids drools its way out Chris's ass. I watch him groan on the bed and roll to the side. 

“Ow, shit... did you cum inside?” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes. “Whatever, I don't even care. That was great.” he continues, but I'm busy focusing over the annoying vibration of my phone. 

Distracted from Chris, I pull up my pants and close the zipper. Then, I take out my phone from inside the back pocket and look at the screen with a pissed expression. 

Seven missed calls from Nick. 

“Dude, what the fuck?” I say, in disbelief. After Chris covers himself too, he walks closer. “What's going on?” he asks, confused just as much as I am. 

I scrunch my eyebrows, “I don't know, Nick called me a million times. What the hell is wrong with him?” I complain. “Don't get mad, what if it's an emergency? He's literally out of town, what if something bad happened?” Chris immediately gets worried, but I shake my head. 

“He just likes to annoy me. Look, he's calling me again right now.” I point at the screen, “Just answer the call, I'll talk to him.” Chris insists. “No, I'll do it.” I say, after shoving him with my elbow. 

The moment I accept the call, is the moment everything starts to feel off. 

I hear Nick's voice from the speaker, “Are you guys out of your damn minds? Congratulations for the show you just gave to I don't even know how many people.” he tells us. I give Chris a lost look, but he doesn't know what Nick's saying either.  

“What show? What are you talking about?” I ask, in search of answers instead of riddles. “Just look at your computer.” Nick replies in a frustrated tone, and I comply. I stare at it for a second, there seems to be nothing wrong. 

“It's black.” I comment, stating the obvious. But then, Nick lets us know something that makes my heart stop instantly. “Matt, can you not see it? You're still live. Open your computer and try to end the stream again. I can't believe you guys yanked our entire career out the window like that...” 

At his words, I freeze. My face goes completely white. And in my deepest and purest horror, I realize the webcam wasn't off the whole time Chris and I had sex. 

“Wait...” I whisper to myself. “Oh my God.” Chris joins, desperate. Our eyes widen as we both we stare into the little dot of the green light. With my jaw down, I press the button to end the live stream for good. I cup my mouth quietly, in utter disbelief. 

Nick's still on the line. “I actually cannot believe you guys. Like, the second I'm not home, you manage to throw our career in the trash? How come neither of you answered any of my calls? I was trying to save your asses. Thank God I was watching the live, cause for how long were you two going to fuck like that for free? I'm speechless. I'm literally speechless.” he scolds us. 

“For someone who's speechless you sure are saying a lot of words...” I underline. I don't have the energy to roll my eyes, but still have enough of it to have an attitude. While Chris, on the other hand, is looking like his soul left his body. 

“Matt, this isn't the right time to talk back to me. Do you understand what you two did? Do you know where this could fucking lead to? I hate that I'm gonna be linked to it even though I wasn't there when it happened. Gosh. What are we even supposed to do now? Apologize?” Nick continues, the tone appears calm, but it's full of anger and worry. 

“No no no. That's off the table. I'm not gonna make an apology video cause I fucked Chris.” I warn him, as I'm sitting at the edge of the bed with one of my hands on my forehead.

This is so much to handle, I don't even know how to react to it. Chris is seated by my side, his eyebrows are frowned like he's thinking about something. All I'm praying for, is that fans don't clip the live... But I bet there's chaos out there already. 

I keep arguing with Nick on the phone for a little while. Then, Chris decides to finally interviene. “Guys, stop this. We can't do anything about it, OK? What's done is done. You're scared we're gonna lose followers? I don't give a shit about that.” he starts with, I hold the phone in his direction for him, “Our family already accepted me and Matt as what we are, so if they can understand it, the internet will. Maybe not all of it, I'm aware of that. But it doesn't fucking matter. Nothing is going to separate us, Nick. Alright? So... fuck it.” he ends with. 

My gaze is piercing through him, an imperceptible smile forms on the corner of my lips after I heard his words. 

“You know what? Yeah. Fuck it.” I add, nodding my head. Chris puts his hand on top of mine and holds it tight. I hear Nick sigh from the phone. “You guys are crazy... But you're right, Chris. It doesn't matter what people think.” he agrees. 

“So we're gonna pretend this never happened?” I ask, “Well, what else can we do? I don't want to make you two talk about it on camera. Just the thought of that seems... pretty heavy. I guess we really should pretend this live never existed. If they clip it, we'll just delete their videos. I'll talk to Laura, I'm sure we can do something about it.” Nick suggests, already thinking of trying to fix things with our manager Laura. 

“Sounds like a good enough solution... It's all we can do, after all.” I reply, beat. 

After a moment of silence, “Nick... for how long have you been watching the live exactly?” Chris asks, suddenly. “Trust me, I've seen and heard enough to know you two need to wash my backseat and my entire bed. And Matt's bed too, for the love of God. Nasty.” he answers, in a sassy way. I let out a nervous laugh, Chris giggles with me. The call goes on for a few minutes, we eventually hang up. 

I'm sure we're gonna be okay. This isn't the end of the world. If anything, it's the end of our career. But that's the worst case scenario. There's famous people out there who have actually committed crimes and have been somehow forgiven by their fandoms. Fans are going to forget about this incident. At least, that's what I hope it'll happen. 

“Matt?” Chris calls my name, looking for my attention. I turn to face him, “Yeah?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Do you think that if nothing works out on YouTube and Twitch anymore, we should just open an OnlyFans account?”