warnings: secret relationship soft-launch energy, accidental pet name on live stream, secondhand embarrassment, nervous laughing and visible flustering, chat going feral with spamming and clipping, irl stream setting!
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the internet has already been suspicious for weeks.
every stream was just:
“just announce it.”
“we’re not stupid.”
“hard launch when?”
so tonight is supposed to be safe. harmless. you, marlon, and rocket getting ice cream on stream. normal friend content. nothing confirmable.
rocket walks backward with the camera. “chat behave. this is a wholesome stream.”
“they don’t know how,” you say.
marlon just smiles, hands in his hoodie pocket, trying to act natural. there’s a careful distance between you both. not too close. not too far. deliberate.
inside the ice cream shop, you step up to the counter. “okay wait… why does birthday cake look kinda good?”
“birthday cake? that’s not a bad shout,” marlon says, grinning at you instead of the camera for half a second too long.
the worker asks what you want.
you hesitate. “hmmm, i don’t know.”
you glance at him without thinking.
and he suddenly forgets he’s live or just is stupid.
“get whatever you want, baby.”
it slips out soft. automatic. natural.
the kind of tone he uses when it’s just you two.
he freezes. just for half a second.
like his brain finally catches up with his mouth.
rocket lets out a quiet, shocked laugh behind the camera.
chat absolutely detonates.
BABY????
HELLO???
NO WAY
CLIP IT
marlon blinks once.
then he forces a smile.
“anyway,” he says quickly, clapping his hands together once like he’s resetting the universe. “chat what flavor are we thinking?”
he’s convincing himself they didn’t hear it.
maybe the music in the shop covered it.
maybe the mic cut.
maybe—
you don’t react.
not even slightly.
you just nod like nothing happened. “okay. cookies and cream.”
you turn immediately to the toppings. “oh wait, do you have brownie pieces?”
rocket is still quietly laughing to himself, trying to angle the camera toward the menu instead of marlon’s face.
marlon is smiling too much.
too stiff.
he pays, grabs his ice cream, and walks outside like everything is fine.
it is not fine.
you sit at one of the metal tables. space between you. intentional.
“rate it,” you say casually, taking a bite.
“uh, yeah. it’s good. like an eight.”
normal voice. normal tone.
he pulls out his phone.
big mistake.
the second he opens chat, his expression changes.
it’s just:
BABY???
WE HEARD THAT
BRO HARD LAUNCHED
?????
and then the jokes start.
“ur the tuffest marlon.”
“rocket officiating the wedding.”
“mf acting like we didn’t hear him say baby.”
he lets out a nervous laugh.
low at first.
just under his breath.
“they’re so stupid,” he mutters.
the chats just keep coming in.
it gets worse.
“marlon actually a dumbass sob”
“that was NOT friendly.”
“ain’t no way.”
his laugh gets louder.
not confident — just overwhelmed.
the kind of laugh you do when you don’t know what else to do.
rocket is fully grinning behind the camera now. “chat is wild tonight.”
“they’re actually dumb,” marlon says, still laughing. “y’all just hear things.”
everyone heard it.
rocket heard it.
you definitely heard it.
chat absolutely heard it.
and probably clipped it already.
but you keep your eyes on your ice cream like you’re in your own world.
“this is actually good,” you say casually. “you should’ve gotten this flavor.”
you don’t look at him, you don’t acknowledge the word, you don’t even tease.
because the second you react, it confirms it.
and you know that.
so you just keep talking.
about flavors. about how cold it is. about where to go next.
marlon slowly locks his phone and shoves it back into his pocket, still smiling in disbelief.
“anyway,” he says, trying to reset again. “after this we might go to the arcade or something.”
“arcade sounds fun,” you reply easily.
chat is still spamming.
still joking.
still very aware there’s something going on between you and marlon.
but since neither of you address it, there’s nothing concrete to clip besides a single word and a nervous laugh.
and marlon keeps telling himself maybe they’ll forget about it.
chat wont.
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sorry the request said to include reactions but i honestly dont know how that would go.
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The memory of the day's challenge was still a humiliating memory that hadn't quite faded. The tarantulas, their delicate, hairy legs skittering across the box around your head, the panicked screaming, the way your mind had gone blank with terror. And then, the words that had tumbled out of your mouth when asked shag marry kill any guys in the room.
"Marry uh, marry ben hes nice i guess, kill ex whatever his fucking name is and I don't know if I want to shag Alfie or Marlon, maybe both, just get them off me!"
You'd spent the rest of the day in a state of mortified fear, which is what had led you to the empty gym in the dead of night.
Now, sitting on the cool surface of the weight bench, the quiet words between you alfie and Marlon, were loud. Alfie, with his muscular frame and endearing awkwardness. Marlon, with his lean physique and unnerving, flirty confidence. They were the two men you'd dragged into your train wreck.
The mundane chat about who spent the most money felt like a fragile truce, a way to pretend the day hadn't happened.
"Nah, mate, I'm tellin' you, it's gotta be Alhan," Alfie was insisting, his green eyes bright in the dim light. He was trying so hard to be normal, to make you feel comfortable. It was sweet, in a way that made your chest ache.
Marlon, however, wasn't interested in normal. He leaned against the dumbbell rack, his dark eyes fixed on you with a predatory focus. "I think we're avoiding the elephant in the room," he said, his voice a smooth, low purr that cut through Alfie's rambling.
Alfie stopped mid sentence, his mouth slightly agape. He looked at Marlon, then at you, a flicker of panic in his eyes.
Marlon pushed off the rack and took a slow, deliberate step towards you. "The tarantulas," he said, the word hanging in the air. "That was... an interesting moment."
Your face burned with shame. "Look, I'm so sorry about that. I was terrified. I didn't mean—"
"Oh, I think you did," Marlon interrupted, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. He stopped directly in front of you, so close you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. "I think you told the truth. You just didn't know you were telling it."
Your heart hammered against your ribs.
Alfie shifted uncomfortably beside you. "Leave it out, Marlon. She's had a rough day."
"Has she?" Marlon's gaze flickered to Alfie. "Or has she just been forced to confront something she wasn't ready for?" He looked back at you, his eyes dark and challenging. "So, the question remains. Which one of us was it? Who did you think about first?"
You couldn't speak. Your throat was tight, and your mouth was dry. You looked from Marlon's beautiful face to Alfie's worried, handsome one. Alfie, with his broad shoulders and kind eyes. Marlon, with his sharp jawline and flirty intensity. The truth was, in that split second of panic, you hadn't known. The thought had been a jumbled, desperate mess of attraction to both of them.
Marlon seemed to read your mind. "Ah," he breathed, the sound a soft, triumphant hiss. "You don't know. You still don't know." He crouched down in front of you, his knees on the floor, bringing his eyes level with yours. "That's a problem we can solve."
He reached out, his fingers gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was electric, sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with fear. "We're on camera, you know," he whispered. His eyes flicked towards the unblinking red light in the corner of the gym. "They're watching this right now. They're loving this. But they'll never air it. This is our little secret. A secret just for the three of us... and the bored producer in the control room."
The thought was intoxicating. A wave of defiance washed over you, replacing the shame with a thrilling, reckless heat. They knew you were here. They knew what was happening. And that was part of the turn on.
"Maybe," you said, your voice barely a whisper, "I need more data to make an informed decision."
Marlon's grin widened. "I like your thinking." He leaned in and kissed you.
It was nothing like you'd have imagined. It wasn't hesitant or questioning. It was a slow, deliberate, possessive kiss. His lips were soft but firm, his tongue tracing your lips before slipping inside to explore. It was a kiss that claimed you, a kiss that was a direct answer to your challenge. When he pulled back, you were breathless, your body humming.
He turned his head slightly, looking at Alfie. "Your turn, AB. Don't be shy."
Alfie looked like a deer caught in headlights. His usual roadman confidence had evaporated, replaced by a flustered energy. He glanced at you, his green eyes wide with a mixture of panic and desire. "I... are we...?"
"Are we what?" you asked, your voice husky. You reached out and placed a hand on his leg. The fabric of his tracksuit was warm beneath your palm.
That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. The awkwardness melted away, replaced by a hungry, desperate need. He leaned in, and his kiss was the complete opposite of Marlon's. It was hard, almost bruising, a frantic collision of lips and teeth. It was all the pent up frustration and attraction he'd been awkwardly holding back. His moustache and stubble scraped against your skin, a friction that made you gasp into his mouth. One of his large, calloused hands came up to cup the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair, holding you in place as he devoured you.
When he finally pulled back, you were both panting. His eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide with lust. "Fuckin' hell," he breathed, his accent thicker than ever.
Marlon was watching, his expression one of intense satisfaction. "See? Now we're getting somewhere." He stood up, his movements fluid and graceful. "The floor is hard," he observed, his gaze sweeping over the gym before landing on the thick, black exercise mats piled in the corner. "Much better options available."
Alfie was already on his feet, moving with a sudden, athletic purpose. He grabbed a stack of the thick mats and began spreading them out on the floor between the weight machines, creating a makeshift bed in the middle of the silent, shadowed room. It was crude, absurd, and incredibly thrilling.
Marlon took your hand and pulled you to your feet, positioning you in the center of the mats. He stood behind you, his body a warm, solid line against your back. His hands slid under the hem of your t-shirt, his palms flat against the skin of your stomach. "You're wearing too many clothes," he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck.
Alfie stepped in front of you, his eyes roaming over your body. He reached out and hooked his fingers into the waistband of your tracksuit bottoms. "He's right, angel," he said, his voice a low growl.
A laugh escaped you, a breathy, giddy sound. The absurdity of the situation hit you full force. Here you were, in a makeshift gym on a reality TV show, about to have a threesome with two of the most attractive men you'd ever met, all because you'd blurted out a panicked confession during a spider challenge.
Marlon's hands slid up, pushing your t-shirt with them. His fingers traced the underside of your breasts, and you arched your back, pressing yourself against him. He expertly unhooked your bra, and Alfie pulled both it and your t-shirt over your head in one smooth motion. The cool air hit your bare skin, making your nipples into hard points.
"Fuckin' gorgeous," Alfie breathed, his eyes wide with awe. He reached out, his thumb gently brushing against one of your nipples, sending a jolt of pure pleasure straight to your core.
Marlon's hands were busy at your waist, untying the drawstring of your tracksuit bottoms. He slowly slid them down, along with your underwear, his knuckles brushing against your thighs. You stepped out of them, now completely naked before them. The red light on the camera seemed to glow brighter, a silent witness.
"Your turn," you said, your voice bold.
They didn't need to be told twice. In a matter of seconds, their clothes were in a heap on the floor. The sight of them, bare and powerful in the dim light, stole your breath. Alfie was all thick muscle and strength, his chest broad, his arms massive, and that slutty little waist of his. Marlon, in contrast, was all lean lines and sculpted perfection. His body was that of a Greek statue, all broad shoulders turning to a narrow waist and powerful thighs. His skin was a smooth, golden tan, and his cock was long and thick, already hard and curving up towards his stomach, a moisture glistening at the tip. They were a study in contrasts, a perfect, masculine dichotomy, and they were both looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.
"On your knees," Marlon commanded, his voice soft but laced with an authority that made your knees weak.
You obeyed instantly, sinking down onto the soft mats. Alfie and Marlon moved to stand before you, presenting you with a breathtaking view of their cocks. The air was thick with the scent of their desire and your own. You reached out, wrapping one hand around Alfie's thick, heavy long cock and the other around Marlon's impressive length. Alfie let out a choked groan at your touch, his hips jerking forward slightly. Marlon just watched you, his dark eyes burning with an intense, possessive fire.
You leaned forward, taking Marlon into your mouth first. He tasted clean and masculine, and you swirled your tongue around his head, eliciting a sharp hiss of pleasure from him. You worked him slowly, deliberately, taking him deeper with each pass, your hand stroking his shaft in time with the movements of your mouth.
Then you turned your attention to Alfie. You ran your tongue along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, and he shuddered, a string of expletives falling from his lips in his thick Yorkshire accent. "Fuckin' hell, girl... oh, fuck, that's it..." He was less controlled than Marlon, his reactions raw and unfiltered. His hands came up to gently cup the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as you took him deep, your lips stretched wide around his impressive girth.
You moved between them, alternating, your mouth and hands working in a rhythm designed to drive them both wild. The power was intoxicating. Here was the girl who admitted she wanted to shag two influencers on netlfix, now on her knees, bringing these two incredible men to the brink of ecstasy with nothing but your hands and mouth. The camera was forgotten, the show was forgotten. There was only the three of you, the heavy breathing, the soft moans, and the slick, wet sounds of your sucking.
"Enough," Marlon finally let out, gently pulling away. His chest was heaving, his dark eyes almost black with lust. "I want to taste you."
He guided you to lie back on the mats, the cool, firm surface a delicious contrast to the heat of your skin. Alfie knelt beside your head, his cock still hard and wet. He leaned down to kiss you, a deep, possessive kiss that tasted of himself. At the same time, Marlon settled between your legs, his strong hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wide.
You cried out against Alfie's mouth as Marlon's tongue found your clit. He was merciless, his movements precise and expert. He knew exactly how to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, how to apply the perfect amount of pressure, how to drive you wild with long, slow licks of his tongue. Alfie broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he watched Marlon's head buried between your thighs. He began to knead your breasts, his calloused thumbs brushing over your aching nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
"Look at her," Alfie murmured, his voice thick with awe. "Look how fuckin' beautiful she is when she's comin' undone."
You were lost in sensation. Marlon's tongue, Alfie's hands on your breasts, the sight of their two bodies looming over you. The pressure inside you built to an almost unbearable peak. Your hips began to buck against Marlon's face, seeking more, needing more.
"That's it," Marlon growled against your flesh, the vibrations sending you over the edge. "Come for us. Let us see you."
The orgasm crashed over you with the force of a tidal wave. A strangled cry tore from your throat as your body orgasmed, waves of intense pleasure. Marlon held you steady, his tongue working you through every last spasm.
As you slowly came back to yourself, you saw that Marlon had risen to his knees. He was stroking his cock, his eyes locked on your glistening, swollen folds. Alfie was still beside you, his expression a mixture of wonder and raw need.
"I need to be inside you," Marlon said, his voice a low, urgent demand.
You nodded, unable to form words. You were more than ready. You wanted him, you wanted both of them, with a desperation that bordered on pain.
Marlon positioned himself at your entrance, his thick head teasing your slick opening. He pushed forward slowly, sinking into you inch by glorious inch. The stretch was exquisite, a feeling of being filled so completely it took your breath away. He paused for a moment, buried to the hilt, allowing you to adjust to his size.
"Fuck," he breathed, his head falling back. "You feel incredible."
He began to move, his strokes long and deep, his hips rolling in a slow rhythm. Alfie, not wanting to be left out, moved to kneel by your head. He turned your face towards him, and you opened your mouth, taking his cock between your lips once again. The sensation was overwhelming. Marlon's powerful thrusts driving into you from below, and Alfie's thick length filling your mouth from above. You were the center of their universe, a vessel for their pleasure, and the thought was more arousing than anything you had ever experienced.
You could feel Alfie's control beginning to fray. His thrusts into your mouth became more erratic, his groans louder. "I'm close, angel," he warned, his voice strained.
"Let her taste you," Marlon grunted, his own rhythm picking up speed, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. "Come for her, Alfie."
With a final grunt, Alfie exploded. His hot, salty release flooded your mouth, and you swallowed eagerly, milking him for every last drop. He collapsed beside you, his chest heaving, a look of pure, sated bliss on his face.
Now it was just you and Marlon. He hooked his arms under your knees, lifting your legs and spreading them even wider, changing the angle of his penetration. The new position allowed him to go deeper, hitting a spot deep inside you that made you see stars. His pace became relentless, a powerful, driving rhythm that pushed you towards the edge once more.
His name on your lips was his undoing. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and came, his body shuddering as he poured himself into you. The feeling of his hot release triggering your own second, even more intense orgasm. Your walls clenched around him, milking his cock as your body was wracked by wave after wave of pleasure.
He collapsed on top of you, his body a heavy, welcome weight. For a long moment, the only sounds in the silent gym were your combined, ragged breaths. You were a tangled mess of limbs and sweat and satisfaction, a secret captured on film that would never be seen.
Alfie was the first to move, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you. A slow, lazy grin spread across his face. "So," he said, his voice still thick with satisfaction. "Have you made an informed decision yet?"
You laughed, a breathless, happy sound. Marlon lifted his head, a matching grin on his face. He looked from you to Alfie, then back again.
"I think," you said, reaching out to trail your fingers through the sweat on Alfie's chest, "I'm going to need a lot more data before I can come to any sort of conclusion."
Both men laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet gym. The night was still young.
AAAAAAAAAA🤭🤭🤭 DREAM FOURSOME💦💦💦 DREAM BLUNT ROTATION BUT IM BEING PASSED AROUND 🥰🥰🥰🥰THEY LOOK SO YUMMY😋😋😋😋😋😋 I have more candidates lets make it a gang bang (looking at u flamingo and speed...)
can somebody PLEASE PLEASE write about marlon garcia im getting desperate i literally can’t find ANYTHING AND THIS MAN IS SO FINE please im begging,literally just look at him 😝😩
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