#cookieking

Cookies substantial weight gain in 2ish months.

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Perched to Clav’s left, about a meter behind him, Demir played with his hands and observed whilst his friend lamented about clip farmers and bot accounts to his captivated audience. He knew Clav to be fickle. Provocative. Hungry to indulge his own ego. His every move, every word calculated to satisfy this appetite. Demir had watched many times as the younger would scour a room for well-endowed women, for broad boned moggers, for iPhone cameras; whichever was bound to satisfy his lust for attention faster. Clav’s histrionic desire for perfection is what had led him to create his .org account as a young teenager, lead him to steroids and experimental peptides, lead him to streaming, lead him to this night, live on Kick, with his dark haired company.

Demir felt that Clav liked the way they looked together. He was aware of Clav’s narcissistic urge to look good at any expense. When they first met, he too felt the allure of this muscular 6 '2 young man with a gift for garnering controversy and a habit of shooting off at the mouth. His strong willed, yet distinctive resigned nature contrasted completely with Demir’s own attitudes. Clav, aloof at times, was mostly apathetic, abrasive and self serious.

Demir, ever fragile, was tender to the words of others and insecure in both his physicality and his persona. He was rejection sensitive in a way Clav wasn’t, and attention seeking in a different way Clav had never been. Loud and animated, he recognized his own moody nature that often transformed him to sullen and irritable. He knew that infamy got him down, but only fueled Clav.

A more cynical, more doubtful part of himself, packaged and well buried at the back of Demir’s mind, acknowledged the optics. He knew how the internet saw him. Loud mouthed, petulant, unintelligent, immature. Unattractive. Part of Demir wondered if that’s what drew Clav towards him. Sculpted with a classic look, Clav dominated any room the pair found themselves in, an attractive presence with a certain bluntness that only seemed to endear him further. Online, Clav defended Demir. He’d shoot back to incessant “chopped” comments directed at his friend. Yet on occasion, Demir would watch as Clav’s lip curled at the comparisons made between the two, at the influx of “sub 3” in the chat; Clav enthralled by the thrilling recognition that they wouldn’t say such things about himself. Of course Clav wasn’t immune to criticism, but he was treated with an importance by his online movement that was not granted to Demir, who served as entertainment to jeer at, and he’d sulk at any perceived confirmation that this was the case.

Demir was becoming Clav’s creation. This had become a major part of Clav’s content recently. The two had stood in the attached bathroom an hour before streaming, as Clav prepared them both. Demir had fidgeted and had cast his gaze adrift as Clav had stood facing him, systematically combing through his tousled brown hair repeatedly. He primed Demir’s skin with BB cream and traced his fingers over his eyelids as he tried to tame his eyebrows with some sort of gel. The moment flet juvenile, yet indulgently intimate. Demir enjoyed the preening. Clav handled him with certainty, he never hesitated over him the way Demir did alone in mirrors.

Demir was divisive amongst Clavicular’s audience. Pragmatically, on some small level, he knew Clav’s attempts to ascend him and the exposure he gave him through features was self-serving. Demir had grown used to the consequences. His divisive nature amongst this little community must have been something Clav depended on, something he could rely on to farm engagement. For this, perhaps he should have felt resentment towards him. Their association with each other was a blemish on Demir’s image separate to Clav. The Clav influenced pivot in his content had cost him followers. Furthermore, the ridicule towards Demir that Clav condemned yet did not inforce upset him greatly.

Clav had mildly cupped Demir’s face while his other hand had poked methodically at his eyelashes. Demir had avoided his studious gaze. Hands clasped together, he had felt a shift in the width of his wrists in recent weeks. Clav’s advice about Demir’s looks had been genuine. He’d lost some weight under his guidance. His face was slimmer, and his skin radiated with a tanned complexion. His words had been sincere too. He’d promised Demir that once he was finished, the elder's looks would be restored, even improved upon. Demir’s confidence had increased. Clav no longer had to drag him out from his bed in order to club or film videos at the mall. He’d delight in the invitation and would comply enthusiastically. They’d constantly over FaceTime and Discord, even though Demir knew himself to occasionally test Clav’s patience. Despite this, Demir savoured their time together and relished in Clav’s tolerance.

Was it conditional? Clav’s presence permeated the same dopamine infused confidence of the man himself, which inturn emboldened Demir. He found himself falling into bravado and a boldness uncharacteristic of himself, before crashing back into his typical foolish and subdued, self-conscious nature in his absence. What would Clav do when Demir was complete?

Would he find another young man he deemed less fortunate than himself? Would he tell him what to wear, what to say, what to eat, what to post, how to do his hair, his eyes, his eyebrows, which girls to fuck, who to collaborate with? Would that young man stand in Clav’s bathroom with his coarse hands touching his smooth face? Would he groom that young hopeless case in his own image to stroke his own ego? And what of Demir? He imagined they’d drift apart, separated by state lines and algorithms. Maybe he’d hear of Clav’s latest antics second hand through mutuals, if they still ran in the same circles. He’d feign disinterest. He’d ignore him. Would Clav turn on him, too? Maybe he’d slander him on a stream, humiliate him in a tell-all podcast. Clavicular, Braden, symptomatic of a closed chapter in Demir’s life, would be preserved in time by his profile picture on a list of blocked numbers in Demir’s phone. Maybe, in a moment of weakness, drunk and alone, he’d slide his hand down between his hips under his belt and touch himself to that old iMessage contact photo.

“Ouch”

“Sorry,” Clav had said with a sly smirk. He’d plucked a hair out of Demir’s eyebrow, “you need to stop squirming.”

Now here they were in this moment, Clav still streaming, Demir sitting idle. Clav, boastful and triumphant, bragged about looks, money and staceys with a signature condescending swagger. Demir would chime in to reiterate. When a user commented on Demir’s weight loss, Clav grinned as though the progress was his own.

“Yeah, well,” chuckled Clav, “he’s been following my protocol like gospel”

A warmth beamed within Demir. He had taken this opportunity to credit his own abilities, yet meeting gazes briefly, something in Clav’s eyes read as proud. His clunky mannerisms and deadpan delivery made it so that his true sentiments were usually difficult to decode, but for a transient moment, unmistakably so, Demir felt Clav look upon him with a rare vulnerability, perhaps a softness.

Demir looked at Clav for reassurance, for validation. He smiled coyly, head tilted sheepishly, raking Clav for any line forming on his face that would betray his feelings, that might have read as acknowledgement. Typically heedless, the moment ended instantly as Clav whipped his head away. His vacant, enigmatic eyes watched the monitor. Demir stared at his phone’s home screen. The chat whirled on.

*******

“We’re not gay.” // Clavicular x Charlie Scholer smut

Charlie felt the warmth of Clavicular’s hand on his shoulder as he looked into the camera right as the lens flashed and captured the photo of him and his friends. Clav pulled away and the random guy at the club that Charlie had asked to take their picture together handed him his phone back.

He wasn’t the only one with drugs flowing through his system, out of all of them, Charlie was probably the most sober. Clav usually only took enough of a substance to lower his inhibitions but tonight he wasn’t trying to meet anybody, just have a good time with his friends. “Duuuudee, we should go back to the airbnb and do a stream on Tiktok or something.” Clav suggested, the color of his irises hardly visible due to how huge his pupils were.

“Sure, I’ll get us an Uber.” Charlie responded, opening the app.

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Clav sat in between Charlie and Drago as the car drove down the road. Charlie had just posted the photos from tonight on Instagram, and he’d started scrolling his feed for a minute. Clav’s new-ish post had popped up onto his screen, shirtless, posing in a gym locker room. His cock twitched at the sight and heat rushed to his cheeks, he quickly turned the phone off.

“What, you’re just gonna scroll by my post and not click like?” Clav teased, having taken a quick glance over at his friend’s phone. “You didn’t like mine either.” Charlie responded jokingly in reference to the photos he’s just posted moments ago. The truth was, and he had kept this a secret from literally everyone: Charlie had a huge crush on Clavicular.

It hadn’t started as intense as it had become, at first Charlie just caught himself staring a little longer at his friend’s body when he didn’t have a shirt on, which started to haunt him at night, he was in complete denial that he may have had feelings for the guy, and then there was the one night where he’d touched himself to a photo of Clav. It was only that one time but the feelings never went away, in fact, they’d only gotten stronger.

The appeal was that Charlie knew Clavicular was a dominant guy, he wanted to be on top of him desperately. In his eyes, Clav was perfect, he was a god. But to the eyes of anyone else, he just looked like a close friend.

The car pulled into the driveway, and all three of the boys climbed out as the Uber drove off. “I’m going to bed.” Drago stated, his eyes barely open as the three of them walked inside and he excused himself to his room, closing the door behind him. Clav took his shoes off and walked into the living room, turning on the TV and his Xbox that he’d brought from home.

“Thought you were gonna stream.” Charlie said, sitting down a couple seats away from his friend on the couch. “I forgot about that shit I just wanna play COD.” Clav grabbed a remote.

As he started playing, Charlie couldn’t keep his eyes off of the guy, imagining him completely naked and feeling a cock inside of him for the first time. He’d seen Braden’s dick before, it was big, they’d even compared sizes, Charlie’s was bigger, but at the time it wasn’t anything sexual.

Braden was really fucked up, his video game playing skills weren’t nearly as good as when he was sober, and Charlie wanted to use that to his advantage, he was actually bigger than him anyways and figured maybe he had a chance.

It’d been an hour of scheming and contemplating silently on the couch as his friend played Call of Duty. Charlie could tell Clav was getting tired and was likely going to head to bed soon, but he needed to confirm that for his plan. “You going to bed anytime soon?” He asked. “Yeah, after this round, did you wanna play?” Braden’s words were a bit slurred.

“Nah, I’ve gotta hit the bathroom.” Charlie stood up and went to the bathroom which was conveniently across from Clav’s room, Drago’s was on the other side of the house. He closed the door and sat down on the ledge of the bathtub. He was trying to figure out the best way to do what he was about to do, all while scrolling Clavicular’s Instagram profile, eating up his pictures to make himself hard.

He could hear him get up off the couch and go into his room and close the door. It was almost time. Charlie stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He was seriously about to do this… if he’d told himself he wasn’t nervous it would be a lie, even though he had carefully thought this through, he wasn’t sober and there were likely a few holes in his plan.

He turned off the light and quietly opened the door to Clav’s bedroom. It was dark except for a small color changing light set up near his monitor, his friend was in bed shirtless with the blankets over him. “Hm…?” Clav asked, eyes were closed, lying on his side with an arm sprawled out onto the pillow next to him. Charlie closed the door behind him and walked over to the bed. “Braden?”

He opened his eyes sleepily and saw Charlie standing over him. “What?”

“I wanna try something.” Charlie was trying to choose his words carefully, he’d played out a few scenarios of how this would work out in his head but his knees felt weak right now. “Okay, well what? I’m tired as fuck, dude.” Clav didn’t sound annoyed, more just over the day and ready for bed.

Charlie sat down on the edge of the bed sideways and brought his hand to Clav’s face, trailing his hand down his jawline and caressing his cheek. “What the fuck are you doing?” Clav hit his friend’s hand away and sat up in bed, the situation fully waking him back up.

“Shut up, man, don’t make this weird can’t friends just mess around a bit?” Clav was a bit shocked by his words, he’d never looked at his friend in that sort of way, however, the way Charlie was looking at him right now caused his heart to skip a beat. This was a prank, it had to be…

Clav chuckled. “You’re joking, right?”

Charlie didn’t laugh, he got a bit closer to where their bodies were almost touching and he slid his hand under the cover and brought it down to his friend’s clothed cock. Braden was naked except for the boxers that hugged his perfectly sculpted body.

He let out a shaky breath when Charlie began to palm him through the underwear, but he didn’t pull away. Everything inside of him was telling him to pull away and that this was wrong. He wasn’t attracted to men, he wasn’t attracted to one of his best friends, so why couldn’t he gather the strength to push him off?

Braden felt so vulnerable right now, he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Charlie pulled his hand away right as Clav had began to feel pleasure, he wanted to ask why he stopped but was clinging to his pride. “How can you expect me to stay away from you when you’ve done all of this looksmaxxing shit to yourself?” Charlie laughed a little, tracing his hand on Braden’s clavicle before he gave his nipple a quick and sharp pinch just to see his reaction.

He winced at the feeling, gasping quietly. “Get on your stomach, Clav.” Charlie used his friend’s nickname. “No, fuck no, I-I don’t want to do that.” Braden looked freaked out by the idea. He was straight, and putting that aside, nothing had ever been inside of him and nothing ever would if he could help it. He wouldn’t have even let things go this far if it weren’t for the fact that this was somebody he trusted.

“Do it, it’ll only hurt at first.” Charlie gave him a stare that was a look Clav had never seen before. It was the kind of stare that felt like a threat, it wasn’t warm and affectionate, it was pure lust that came from a man that craved dominance.

Clav tried to come up with something to say, but instead, he stayed silent. Everything felt wrong, his body and mind was so drugged up that he didn’t even feel like this was really happening. He even thought that if he closed his eyes he might be able to convince himself Charlie was just a girl he was hooking up with.

He was shaking a bit and finally gave in, flipping onto his stomach. Charlie worked quickly and slid under the covers with his friend where it was warm, mounting Clavicular. Clav could feel his boxers being pulled down and suddenly a slick and hard object pushed up against his entrance.

His eyes widened a bit, the whole situation suddenly becoming way more real. One of Charlie’s hands tangled in the back of Clav’s hair and he forced his head sideways on the pillow as he pushed inside of him without warning. A loud gasp was heard from underneath him, tears formed in his eyes as Charlie’s entire length slid inside of his tight virgin hole.

“Slower!” His voice trembled, he still tried to keep the volume to a low because he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. Charlie slowly slid in and out a few times but for Braden it didn’t feel like he was adjusting well.

Charlie was a full eight and a half inches, Clav had been slightly envious when he’d seen his cock, but now it was entirely different feeling, he felt violated in a way, like he wouldn’t be able to handle this for much longer. But then, Charlie’s tip hit his prostate, and a sudden feeling of pleasure spread right to his cock, but it was different than the feeling he got just from a normal fuck, it was far more intense and intimate.

“What the fuck??” Clav’s voice was all breathy, in disbelief from how good it had felt, and he began to pant, his back arching slightly as the tip hit his prostate again. He was still trying to convince himself that he was just with a woman right now, but that wasn’t entirely easy with another man’s cock inside of his ass. Plus, Charlie smelled of expensive cologne, he always took good care of his hygiene as well, he had that certain smell to him that made it impossible for Clav to imagine it was anybody but him.

“Told you it would only hurt for a second.” Charlie chuckled deeply, continuing to fuck his friend, picking up his pace a bit. Clav’s cock was rock hard, smooshed into the bed below him, but the added friction and tension surprisingly made it feel way more pleasurable, partly due to the drugs, any touch at all was far more strong than if he’d been sober.

Clavicular bit down on his lip and tried to hide the stupid smile that plastered across his face from how good this felt. He’d finally adjusted to Charlie’s size and every little motion made by the man on top of him felt so euphoric.

“I’m not gay, fuck…” Braden moaned from beneath him. He ground up against the bed beneath him a bit, back arched, pre cum staining the sheets below him. Without warning, an intense wave of pleasure washed over him and he squeezed his eyes shut, mouth hanging open as he lifted his ass up a bit higher, Charlie still pounding into him as cum shot out across the bed messily below him.

Just knowing that he’d made Clav finish so quickly was enough to send him over the edge as well. It was an even weirder sensation for Clav to feel his friend’s warm seed shoot inside of him. After he rode out the orgasm, Charlie gasped and slid out of him, letting go of his grasp on Clav’s hair and rolling onto the bed next to him.

Man I knew it was too good to be true