"It's fucking Comic-Con!" David was shouting, his mic still full volume as his friends tried to silence their laughter. David was shouting at his brother, Shaun, confused why David had pulled suitcases out of his closet and thrown all Shaun's clothes out of the washing machine in favor of his own.
"Yeah, I know it's Comic-Con, but that doesn't mean you get to throw my shit out the washing machine," whined Shaun. Tyler wheezed, bringing a ripple of stifled giggles as Evan practically busted a rib attempting to contain his laugh.
"I got a mile high stack of clothes that I wanna take, so just wait a fucking hour for all my shit to finish washing, THEN wash your shit!" David cried, exasperation dripping off his words.
Yeah, they were all a little high strung, but how could you blame them? 3BD would be having their own personal meeting space for fans, Skybound, and Comic-Con was always such a great showcase of everything pop culture. It was, without a doubt, their all time favorite convention of the year. Most everyone who was going to Comic-Con was packing, with the exception of the five on Skype, Vanoss, Delirious, Wildcat, Moo, and Nogla. They were on the last minute grind to make videos before Comic-Con.
David turned back to the computer, shaking his head. The other four burst out laughing, imitating David's accent poorly until a sharp "fuck off the lot of ya'" came from David's mic.
"I'm honestly so sad I can't make it to Comic-Con," Brock groaned, the creek of his desk chair echoing through the Skype call. "You guys need to take lots of pictures!"
"Syndicate is vlogging the whole event," Delirious pipped in. "You can always watch how much fun we are having like every other fan who couldn't make it."
Evan chuckled, while Brock only snorted, pretending not to laugh.
"Isn't that what you do anyway, Delirious?" Brock needled. "Or are you gonna finally make your grand appearance?"
"The great unmasking of the masked man!" David added.
Delirious snickered.
"Are we talking about Ohm or me?" Delirious chuckled, sighing a little afterwards. "But seriously, I wouldn't do an unmasking at a convention. That would be so cliche…"
"And also you would be attacked by a million fan girls?" Tyler offered, chuckling at his next joke already. "I mean, I don't think you'd complain if a million fan girls swarmed you…"
Delirious groaned, but laughed along with the rest.
"Fuck dude it's getting late and I need to pack still."
"Tyler, what the fuck? You haven't finished packing?" Evan alarm prominent in his voice. "Doesn't your flight leave at like six in the morning?"
"Yeah, and you're still picking me up right?"
"Yeah, that's why I'm asking!"
"Yeah, I'll be ready by then!" Tyler cried indignantly. "I'm packing then, see you guys tomorrow!"
"I should go too," Brock excused himself.
"You ain't packing though," David retorted.
"No, but I have to export all this footage and get an early start tomorrow on editing."
"Fine. I'm out too then, I gotta go save my laundry," David said his goodbyes, exiting the call. There were only two left, and as a long silence followed, Evan cleared his throat.
"So…"
"Yeah…"
Evan rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn't exactly sure what to say. They both knew they would stay on the call a lot longer on the call than anyone else, but it was always the transition from games to camera fun that was awkward.
"…what did you do today?" Evan tried, cringing at his own words.
Delirious was silent for a long time.
"Do you—" Delirious stopped, swallowing hard before continuing. "Do you mind if…we just cut to the chase?"
Evan was silent for a while. He couldn't see Delirious's face, but the edge in his voice made him worry.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?"
"Yeah," Delirious responded quickly. "It's just, I don't know, I guess I'm just a little stressed…"
Evan smiled smugly, the perfect answer coming to his head. "Well then I know a way to cheer you up," His reply smooth as ever, Evan angled his camera down to his crotch, cutting off his head almost entirely.
Delirious giggled, a darker laugh than his usual cheery one. "Oh do you ever. I'm calling you now."
The call ended abruptly, and Delirious's Skype name and image popped up again, a private call. Evan was already pulling his shirt over his head with ease by the time he clicked the answer button. Then he saw Delirious. Not his face, no, he was much too careful for that, even on these kinda calls he wouldn't ever show his face. It was his body, starting and barely below his shoulder line; just enough to see the sharp lines of his collar bones and follow and curves of his body down past his pecs to his gentle yet defined abs. Evan could already see the definite bulge from the man's briefs, already excited by Evan's promise.
Evan grinned, sliding his own hand down his pants and rubbing his own stiffening cock.
"There's that beautiful man…" Evan's purr rumbled through his headphone mic, coaxing a small giggle from Delirious.
"You're already going, huh?"
"Guess you could say I'm excited?"
Delirious snorted, pushing himself up from the chair enough to slide his pants down, allowing his cock to spring upwards from the cloth of his boxers. Even through the grainy webcam and mildly poor connection, Evan could make out the slight glisten of pre-cum beading on Delirious's tip.
Evan mimicked Delirious's motions, sliding his own jeans and underwear down, revealing his own cock. On the other end, Delirious growled with pleasure.
"Wow, you always know how to make me smile."
Evan grinned, sliding his hand dry up and down.
"You wanna take that shirt off for me?" Delirious asked. Evan obliged, pulling the black cotton up and over his head. Again, Delirious growled, taking a deep breath before exhaling with satisfaction.
"God you're one sexy mother fucker…"
Evan chuckled. "Stand up and give me a twirl."
Delirious did as he was told, kicking his rolling desk chair back so he could stand. His pants feel down around his ankles as he stood, turning from side to side as he rubbed himself.
Evan's grip around his cock tightened as he felt himself twitch uncontrollably. This always got Evan rock hard. He couldn't quite put his finger on WHY this felt so good, maybe the excitement of getting caught, or maybe it was the secrecy behind all of this still. Evan had seen every inch of Delirious on camera except his face. Not that he really cared if Delirious showed his face or not, in fact it was kind of better this way. Easier for Evan really. This way, the man behind Delirious, the man he was really watching jack off, moaning his name the whole time, didn't really exist.
"Evan?"
Evan hummed, pulling himself from his lustful thoughts and back into Delirious's slim, well toned body. He was motionless, his cock still hard as a rock protruding from his body, but his hand had stopped it's movements.
"You looked fazed out…you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired from packing," Evan blew it off, never letting up on his pulsing cock. "That body of yours is going to make me cum just looking at you."
Delirious snorted, but didn't move.
"Evan…"
"Yeah?"
Delirious was silent a long few moments, before saying "would you…would you wanna see my face?"
Evan's hand stopped along with his heart beat. He was quiet a moment, not believing what he'd just heard. "Sorry, what?"
Delirious laughed gently. "I said…" the man on the other side teased, pulling his chair back and sitting down as he moved closer to the camera, "would you wanna see my face?"
"As in—"
"Yeah, as in, right now," Delirious finished his sentence. He was fidgeting slightly, surely biting his lip along with digging his nails both into the palms of his hands and his desk chair. As the silence drew on, Delirious wriggled in his seat, waiting patiently for an answer.
On the other end, Evan was in a cold sweat. He was loosing his erection fast, and he wasn't sure if Delirious could tell or not.
Delirious show his face? Put a face to the voice and the body after all this time? Evan wasn't sure, no, he already had his answer. It was a matter of explaining it to Delirious. But he couldn't do that either.
"I mean—" Evan stumbled. "Yeah, I'd be fine with seeing your face—but not right now," Evan added quickly before Delirious could react. "You see—" Evan yawned "—I am pretty tired, so maybe I should hit the hay early. Thanks though."
"But…" Delirious tried to protest, his voice meek over microphone, "…you didn't even cum…"
"I'll see you around," Evan smiled even though Delirious couldn't see him, leaning forward and clicking the end call button on the Skype call. Evan quickly exited Skype before pulling his pants back up and shutting down his computer.
See Delirious's face? Was he joking? Evan walked quickly out of his office, looking the door behind him and going across the hall to his bedroom. He took in the dark room and empty double bed still a mess from this morning. It looked so lonely without Sydney in it anymore, and he felt his heart ache suddenly. It was a powerful ache, the kinda ache that drove him into a Skype call with his and Delirious's dicks out now three months ago. He missed the feeling of having someone in his life who he genuinely cared about and who genuinely cared about him.
Evan threw his jeans and shirt into the laundry basket by the door behind him before diving into bed, ignoring the ache. Some people managed to ignore their aches with drugs, or alcohol, Evan ignored his ache by filling it with cam sex, and Delirious had been perfect. But now Delirious wanted to make it real, to give Evan a to see imagine when he cums, shouting Delirious's name as he did. Evan couldn't see Delirious's face, ever, because he knew he'd fall for that face right away. It wouldn't be slow like with his other relationships, it would be all at once, like a wave hitting him full force and the only hand to help him out of it would be Delirious's hand.
He couldn't do that.
Evan rolled over, smothering his face into what had been Sydney's pillow.
Keep Delirious anonymous, never see his face, never fall in love again. And with Comic-Con coming up, maybe Evan would finally get a chance to put some distance between both this empty bed and Delirious's question.