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A message comes into Ilya's Dm's, and he smirks at the username. He was wondering how long it was going to take until Jane noticed his new follower.
Ilya ignores that last question completely.
Why does Jane seem nervous? Ilya thinks. What is he hiding? The account is hard to scrub for much personal information, just travel posts, food, hobbies, nothing that would give much away. On social media, Jane seems like a regular guy, not showing his face, just having a presence online without anyone actually getting to know him.
Except Ilya was able to get to know him through his posts by paying attention.
Ilya noticed that his posts go in a routine cycle every few days. He could tell when Jane had a day off by the days he posts being in bed with a book or a cozy morning drinking an iced matcha. On those days, he also dressed differently, opting for soft cotton sweatpants, T-shirts, and running shorts. Busier days have posts with him at the gym, on a run, or traveling somewhere on a plane. Those days showcase suits, dress shirts, and slacks. Ilya enjoys both versions, and wants to see more. He needs to learn more. What does he do for work that has him traveling so often and seemingly all over the place? He won't ask all the questions at the same time. He will do it slowly, of course, methodically. Jane seems easy to scare and that's the last thing Ilya wants to do. He is patient, especially for things worth his time, and Jane is worth his time.
Ilya thinks Jane must be some kind of fancy businessman, which makes sense, seeing as how much money he sends to Ilya during his streams. On a more recent post, he sees as he scrolls up on the account, a caption of "Ok I'm flying back to Canada today" has Ilya wondering where was he? Was he close to Ilya in Boston? Would he recognize Jane if he passed by him on the street, even though he has now only seen a side profile, his legs, shoulders, and a flash of dark hair?
Ilya slides back over to his Dm's, sharing the recent post in a DM.
It might be a bit direct, but he wants answers. Not that Ilya wants to see him, because he doesn't do that, especially with anyone from his streams, but the desire to know more is building. It's for business purposes, to maybe help him personalize his private chats with Jane more to get bigger tips, Ilya tells himself to feel better about being invasive.
Ilya's heart rate picks up as he watches 3 dots appear and disappear, appear and disappear, a pause, more dots. Jane is probably thinking hard about the answer, not wanting to share too much, but Ilya hopes he does, just for him.
New York. That's not far from Massachusetts, to Boston. Ilya can get down to the city in a little over 3 hours. Ilya takes a deep breath, not understanding why he feels such a thrill knowing Jane was in the same country as him, let alone in the next state over.
Ilya indulges a bit further, letting himself look through reposts, followers, and other recent posts. He notices he follows a lot of influencers, hockey teams, and a few other anonymous accounts, and streamers. Ilya doesn't let that last part bother him too much because they look like just some bros anyway. Ilya knows he is Jane's favorite.
One in particular catches his eye. "I might just go to the local rink."
Ilya doesn't hesitate before commenting, even though he is currently waiting for a message back. Between the hockey teams Jane follows, his odd schedule, the need to be so anonymous yet spend so much money on Ilya, and his interest in being on the ice, he is trying to connect the dots, slowly, to paint the picture of Jane. What name is Jane hiding? How can Ilya figure it out without scaring him off or potentially making him upset? He just wants to know who is behind the shirtless photos and breakfast posts. He only has little glimpses he has been able to use to form a beautiful image in his mind of his Jane. Dark hair, some freckles, lean, hard muscles, a soft voice, big hands, soft skin. In Ilya's mind, Jane is the most beautiful man he's never seen.
"Fan of ice skating too yes?"
The reply is almost immediate, suspiciously like Jane is trying to cover up a post he didn't mean to put so much information on. Ilya makes a mental note to search ice rinks in Montreal at some point.
Yeah somtimes…why?"
Ilya decides to leave him pondering that for a little bit.
Over the next few days until his next stream, Ilya decides to post a bit more online, giving Jane some hints of his own to try to decode. A few lunch photos here, a purposely teasing gym photo there, and even some specifically targeted at Jane. He never sends them directly for fear of scaring him off, but he knows Jane is watching. He likes every single thing that Ilya posts. It's like the perfect bait. He's keeping him hooked and watching just as much as Ilya is watching Jane.
"For my biggest fan who likes the attention," Ilya says to himself out loud, smiling as he hits post, knowing it will rile up Jane. It's payback for him posting teasing gym photos, nothing more. Ilya knows it will probably turn Jane on, if anything, seeing how much he is building up Ilya's bank account.
Within the next two days, Ilya thinks he has caused enough chaos online. If anything, he's successfully teased Jane enough between his comments and posting gym thirst traps and photos.
Ilya's made sure that Jane has been a presence in his life every day this week.
He's gathered more information about Jane, including learning that he kayaks and gets overstimulated when he gets overheated. He's quick to react to everything, first to comment back anytime someone tries flirting with Ilya, and always ready to correct any misinformation commented on his posts.
It's Friday, and Ilya has been waiting all week to stream. He usually isn't this excited. Yes, he enjoys what he does, but it's not like it's his first line of income. Outside of streaming, he has relied on modeling gigs for the last few years since moving from Russia. He wonders if Jane is into fashion enough to know who he is if he were to reveal his identity to him. (He really wants to already, but that's another scary thought he will ignore for now).
He does photos and video shoots for different fashion brands and houses, nothing too big except to the niche market of high-end designer buffs, but it's more than enough to keep his sports car hobby alive and make him comfortable. Streaming is just a bonus that he started in the last year for something to do. Plus, he enjoys people watching him, looking at his features, complementing him. He likes having control over someone in a safe environment that brings pleasure like on his streams.
His best friend, Svetlana, started an Onlyforcams page when they first moved here which is what inspired him to start one years later once she showed Ilya the ropes. She made enough within 6 months to get them separate apartments and get Ilya set up with some higher-up connections to start doing photoshoots. 5 years later, and she has a house, a soon-to-be wife, Rose, and is thriving. Ilya owes everything he has here in Boston to her, including his now solidified appreciation for the passion and care that goes into sex work. He makes time for her often, going to lunch whenever they both have a spare moment, catching up on everything within the span of their time together, even if it's only an hour.
He looks down at his phone and checks the time, contemplating what to do to kill the next hour before he hits go live.
He scrolls through Jane's socials for a bit, checking on any posts he might have missed. Ilya knows that Jane will be watching him tonight, as always, but he wants some motivation for tonight's stream. He opens up the DM thread with Jane, hovering over send. They haven't talked in a few days, outside of a few flirty comments here and there on each other's posts.
Admittedly, Ilya misses him.
Ilya smiles, knowing he posted that video on purpose for Jane to see without sending it directly. (He filmed it just for him, but he won't admit that yet, because why would he do that for a subscriber for free?)
Ilya is a gentleman and knows Jane deserves something in return. He opens his front camera, angling the shot down, right before where the base of his cock meets his pelvis. He's done this plenty of times. He knows his best angles, the best lighting, how to elongate his torso to make his Adonis belt pop. But he's never felt a twinge of nerves like this before. Knowing he is sending it to someone who is more than just a username and a drop in his bank account. This is different, now. He shoves the nerves into the back of his mind to sort through later, eventually, and snaps the photo, hitting send.
"Hello, hope everyone is having good evening so far, yes? Especially now that I am live of course."
He watches as the view count goes up, ticking past 200 within a minute.
"Monteral1410- joined" pops up across the live chat in highlighted blue, letting Ilya know his favorite viewer is here.
He smirks as he plays with the waistband of his grey sweats, running his tongue along his lips for the stream to see. He looks directly into the camera, even though no one watching can see above the top of his cupid's bow, but pretends that he is looking right at Jane. "Thank you, Montreal, for getting me sooo hard already." He can't help himself as he says it, voice raspy without trying, wanting to rile up Jane even further, knowing he sent him the photo and ghosted to start his stream.
More comments roll in and Ilya entertains them for a moment.
Anon1221: I want you to suck my dick so bad
"Maybe ask nicely, then maybe, maybe I will suck your dick."
He sees his phone going off on his desk, message notifications from Jane back to back, probably freaking out for leaving him hanging.
"I think tonight we work on some patience, Da?" Ilya works his hand down his chest, running his index and middle finger in circles around his right peck, letting out a breathy sigh, his shirt already off because he didn't bother to put it back on after taking the picture for Jane. Usually, he would get paid extra to take it off, but he doesn't care tonight. He's riding an unfamiliar high that is the Dm's of Jane/Montreal.
"You are all going to send me your money to watch me jerk off and put on good show for you, and I am going to say when you can finish." Selfishly, Ilya is doing this because he knows Jane is worked up and he wants him to be a whining, blubbering mess before he makes himself come. "I want you nearly crying before you are allowed to come, yes?" He says this to the viewers, but deep inside knows he's talking directly to Jane and can't help it.
He thinks he's stopped caring at this point. He's never been this hard and impatient for a stream before, because he knows it ends with him coming. Most importantly, he knows Jane is watching, and this is the first stream sense he's become—admittedly—obsessed. He's jerked off every night this week simply thinking about Jane. What he looks like, what he sounds like when he comes, how he strokes his cock, how he would sound begging, what Ilya's name would sound like in a broken whimper. Ilya takes a deep breath, reaching down to involuntarily rub a palm against his crotch, staving off the deep throbbing down into his balls. Fuck.
Timberskate: I'll do anything you say Bear
Anon21308: oooooo yes
heatedleader: Fuckkkk
ShyD6&9: Please make me cry
Ilya furrows his brows as he continues to rub the base of his dick through his sweats, grinding his palm down hard and aggressively to get more friction. "Mmm..fuck. It feels good, but I need more. You all are being boring. Blayt. nedostatochnyy." He is impatiently waiting for his favorite username to come across the screen, holding off for him, almost as if he was seeking his approval before putting on his show.
Montreal1410: I've been patient enough already $500
heatedleader: How long are you going to torture us? $50
Montreal1410: You left me hanging $500
Timberskate: God you are so hot when you're bossy
Anon1221: I want to have your workout clothes. I'd like to make it into a perfume.
Anon21308: Montreal is here to save the day again guys
Ilya finds himself ignoring the other messages completely as soon as Jane starts talking.
"Ah, patient enough, you think?"
Montreal1410: Yes, I've been waiting. You left
"Mmm..you sound greedy now. You think you deserve all of my attention, Montreal? You get me this hard, and now you think I must treat you the same respect back, yes?" Ilya's hand creeps under the waistband of his sweats, his palm stroking down along the smooth velvet length of his cock. He leans his head back, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as he pulls his foreskin back, palming the sensitive, leaking head of his dick. "Blyat." He can't help it as he starts stroking himself, tugging his sweat pants down to his knees with his free hand, lifting off the chair for a second. "Stroke yourself with me. Da, like that. So good at listening. Do not start fast, go slow like this," Ilya says through gritted teeth, willing himself to slow his hand down to set a good example, gripping harder on every upstroke over the sensitive, angry red head of his cock.
His mind is filled with the week-long torture of bratty comments, slutty, teasing photos posted online, and the jealousy he has felt all week over this anonymous man who he can't get out of his head.
Montreal1410: Fuck, I am so hard. I cannot wait any longer to cum, please. $200
The audacity of Jane to think that he can skip ahead of everyone else and get special privileges just because he is the highest tipper. (Did Ilya play a part in his eagerness by leaving him with a slutty photo? Yes, he knows this.)
Ilya Grunts, clicking his tongue as he forces himself to stop stroking, moving his hand to slowly rub his index finger in circles along the slit of his tip, collecting the precum. "Stop. No more touching yourself." He regrets wanting to go with the idea of edging tonight with Jane in mind, wanting to make him learn some patience, because Ilya is struggling not to explode all over himself already. He needs this just as bad as his viewers—he's never been this keyed up. "You are brat online, Montreal. Call me names like asshole, post frivolous photos like a slut, and then you come here and can't even hold yourself back with any control. Pathetic. Zhadnyy."
Ilya lets a string of curses mixed with a deep moan slip from his lips as his fingers ghost over his nipples, his cock bobbing aganst his stomach as it throbs in protest of losing attention. "Can not even wait for me to finish walking you through edging. Now you will learn."
Ilya realizes he's been ignoring the rest of the chat for 5 whole minutes now, but he doesn't care. He will make up for it another time. This is personal now, between him and Jane. Everyone else can sit back and stroke and enjoy the show now titled: brat tamming with Ilya Rozanov aka XxBearyaxX.
Montreal1410: Please I'm sorry. I deleted the posts. I won't do it again. I promise. Please Lily
Montreal1410: I'll do anything $1000
Montreal1410: It hurts
Montreal1410: Please Lily $2000
Montreal1410: I'm so hard for you. I need it. Need you. $2000
$5000 comes through in succession within 1 minute as Jane continues to flood the chat. Holy shit.
"If you are so sorry, Jane, then lay back and listen, shlyukha. You can be good for me, da? I know you want to be. Such a slut, but a good slut, for me. I know you can do it." Ilya groans as he brings his hands back down, gripping his cock at the base with his right, slapping it onto his right hand a few times audibly. "I will make you come. But you will be patient like good kotenok, da?"
Montreal1410: Yes, please yes. I promise. Soo goodd for ypouu
Ilya chuckles at the spelling mistakes, knowing Jane is always precise with his wording in every message and comment.
Knowing he is losing control because of Ilya, has a string of precum leaking at the head of his cock onto his thigh as his cock lies heavy and untouched.
He swipes up the sticky mess with two fingers, leaning into the camera as he rubs it along his lips, licking slowly at the salty, bitter taste.
"Touch yourself for me, Jane. Pretend I am watching. I will know if you cum without asking."