Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Hercules. Without a doubt. No question.”
Niko glances over at me for a moment, and when I meet my eyes, he’s searching my gaze.
Calculating something, behind his eyes.
“Hercules,” he murmurs.
And I feel like my heart stops.
Hercules.
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Niko
Niko, reading comments 9 weeks ago, 10:22pm
Username: Dragonfly
When I first noticed Hercules2210, I had a sense that he was different.
He wrote like a human. Not like a person who just uses my videos and then moves on.
I imagined Hercules as someone I’d actually be friends with in real life, if everything wasn’t anonymous. I didn’t know him, so it was a strange feeling to have.
But I let myself believe.
No harm in a fantasy, right?
Oliver looks like he’s just been caught in a murder.
And that’s when I realize it’s true.
“Hercules,” I repeat, turning toward him in the bed, watching him want to evaporate in front of me. But I hold my arm around him.
I keep him close.
And I feel like some kind of miracle just happened.
I’m flooded with some strange feeling, like I’m finally seeing clearly after a lifetime of blurred vision.
“Can we just go to sleep?”
“Holy fuck, Oliver, I am never going to let you live this down for the rest of our lives,” I murmur, unable to keep a smile from my face. “You are Hercules. You’re my Hercules. God, and you practically look like the real-life version of him, all buff and doe-eyed.”
“I thought I hated you in high school, but I think I hate you more, now,” he says, grabbing the comforter and shoving it up over his face.
“You really are my biggest fan. Ollie, do you realize you were one of my favorite commenters? Sometimes, when I filmed, I thought about Hercules seeing it, and I made it extra-special, just for him. For you, apparently.”
I pull down the covers around his face and look at him.
“What do you want from me?”
“Want to make you squirm. And it’s working.”
I lean over and claim his mouth in a kiss. I reach down and run my palm over the bulge under his sweatpants.
“I should have told you. I just…”
“It’s okay that you didn’t, fanboy.”
He sighs at that nickname, but I feel him getting hard at the same time.
“I feel like you know everything about me now.”
I shake my head. “No. Not even close. I want to know so much more, Oliver.”
In another moment I’m shoving the waistband of his sweatpants down and closing my fist around his cock. Now, more than ever, I feel the distinct urge to reward him.
Oliver is embarrassed about his comments and seemed like he was worried I’d be upset, but the polar opposite is true.
He feels more like he’s mine than ever.
Because in some small, anonymous way, he was already mine, before I ever stepped foot in Onyx House.
I kiss him deeply as I stroke his cock, and he shoves into me, thrusting into my hand.
“I couldn’t stop watching you,” he utters against my neck as I lean over, burying my head in his hair.
“I know.”
“I never should have kept going to your page, but I kept going back, over and over…”
His words break off into a moan as I squeeze around the base of his cock, then stroke again in a steady rhythm.
“I’m glad you watched,” I tell him. “I always want you to watch me.”
“I always will.”
I stroke him as I lean upward again, looking in his eyes.
His skin is flushed and his plush lips look so perfect, slightly parted, always kind of looking like he’s waiting for my kiss.
“Even after we stop doing all this,” I tell him, “I don’t want you to stop watching me. I like knowing you’re watching. You’re always allowed, Ollie.”
He exhales as his eyelids flutter shut.
I’m saying a lot.
Saying too fucking much.
“I’ll always watch,” he says as his eyes open again and he looks at me, half-lidded, and I feel a tiny bit of his precum coming out as I stroke his tip.
“Thanks, boyfriend.”
“Fuck,” he hisses, throbbing as I call him the nickname.
He likes it.
He’s always liked it, even back when I first said it.
And the truth is that I like calling him that, too.
I drag my free hand down the front of his chest and toward his stomach as I move my whole body lower.
I’m between his legs now and I kiss his cock head before plunging down, taking him to my throat.
“Oh, God, that’s going to make me come,” he utters.
I hum around him, gripping his thigh with one hand as the other remains fixed around the base of his dick.
“Fucking… love this…” he whispers, and it’s barely audible through his gasps.
I know you do.
I feel him tense up underneath me and when he starts to come in my mouth, the feeling that washes over my body is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
Come for me.
The only person you’ve ever come for, the only person you’ve ever given this to.