Three weeks later.
Two weeks til Finals.
Aron’s eyes felt bloodshot.
He had gotten sleep, but when he really thought about it, not a single minute that he was asleep was restful. His dreams were getting worse and he began to consider just not sleeping at all to avoid meeting Minhyun in his dreams. He saw him enough as it is.
He couldn’t afford to that though. His thesis was due, his research was coming to a close, and honestly, with the cold incessant chill in the November air, Aron just wanted to sleep after his long days.
Minhyun was also spending a lot more time at their dorm, sleeping during the day having taken time off from work in order to study. Or at least, that’s what Aron assumed. Minhyun just looked tired, stressed and a little worn out, if he was being honest. He even looked like he had bruises all over his body, but Aron racked that up to being his own filthy imagination.
Christ, Aron needed to let go.
It wasn’t until later that night, when Aron was cornered by Baekho that Aron was even able to get some kind of release.
“Dude. You look like shit.” Baekho looked concerned, and try as he might, Aron knew he was right.
“Thanks.” Aron said, continuing to walk to his desk.
“No, seriously, whats up? I’ve never seen you like this.” Baekho’s eyes looked sad, and Aron couldn’t help but just give into telling him everything.
Baekho gasped. “Aron. Dude. You’re so strung out your shoulders are slumped like you’ve been carrying the weight of the world. Your eyes are nearing bruised level, and honestly they’re starting to look a little yellow, too. You need sleep.”
Aron shook his head. “I’ll dream about him.”
Baekho nodded. “I know, you said that already. I’m saying you need to get him off your mind even if it’s for a little while.”
“How the hell do you suppose I do that?”
Baekhop shrugged. “I don’t know. Get laid, maybe? It doesn’t have to be anything long term, just, you know!! Something that will last long enough to get you off?” Baekho’s eyes widened. “Or!! You know, you could just rub one out over and over until you’re exhausted and pass out.”
Aron grimaced. That didn’t really seem very appealing. “I don’t know, Baek. Porn doesn’t really do it for me, ya know?”
Baekho nodded, trying to think of what to say next. “You know, I could just send you the link to that one camboy again.”
Aron thought about it for a while before shaking his head. “Hm, I don’t know about that. Something about it seems kinda wrong?”
Baekho smiled. “If you’re worried about it being an invasion of privacy or something, they signed up for it. Literally. It was their choice. Either way, let me know?”
Aron nodded, going back to work, before sighing and just calling it a day.
He went to a bar after that. He didn’t usually come to these, but he felt like it would at the very least get him drunk enough to loosen up enough to relax.
Sure enough, about four drinks in, Aron felt his body let up, and felt his body become heavy. His eyelids were heavy, his legs felt like jelly, his stomach was warm with the liquor he inhaled.
Hopefully now I can get some good sleep!
He thought as he hailed an Uber.
No stupid Minhyun in my dreams today!!
Or at the very least, no dreams at all.
Sure enough, as Arons Uber arrived, he shot Baekho a reminder that the la would be closed for tomorrow.
A quick “k” coming back to him. Aron rolled his eyes, his thumb lingering over the keyboard as he got into the uber. He was going to reply, but the red link in the thread of their messages caught his eye.
“Foxxx09 Live at 7pm Fridays”
Aron’s eyebrow rose. He had completely forgotten about the conversation he had had earlier with Baekho, and even more about the link Baekho had sent weeks ago.
Aron thought about it as he turned the volume down all the way on his phone before opening the link to another tab.
And then he remembered where he was.
Not now, idiot. He thought.
The uber pulled up to the dorms, and Aron made his way to the room.
It was about 7:30 PM, the earliest Aron had ever come home. Climbing into the elevator, Aron wondered if Minhyun would be home. He fumbled with his keys as he tried to find the right one to unlock his door.
Finding the right one as the elevator opened, Aron stopped by to grab a glass of water from the shared kitchen; he would definitely need it when he wakes up in the middle of the night thirsty as usual.
Sliding his key in the door, Aron noticed a light blue light shining through the bottom of the door. He’s probably watching a movie, Aron thought with a smile on his face. Unlocking the door, Aron opened it to reveal Minhyun bent over Aron’s desk, a blissed out look in his eyes, moan after moan ripping from his throat as he fucked himself open in front of a camera.
Minhyun looked up, shocked, the mask on his face doing absolutely nothing to hide the fear in his eyes. “Ah….! Ar-...hhhh” Dings were firing off in the room. Minhyun stopped immediately.
Aron felt the glass slip from his hand and heard it shatter on the floor before he backed out of their shared room, his heart racing at a dangerous speed. The door slam ringing in his ears.
Aron ran. He ran as fast as he could.
This had to be a dream. This had to be a dream. This had to—
But it wasn’t. Aron might be a little buzzed, but he certainly wasn’t drunk, and he certainly wasn’t asleep.
Aron’s eyes widened as he looked at his phone. He called Baekho, but got no answer.
Aron stared at his phone now, where the fuck was he going to go?
He didn’t exactly have friends and those who he did were at the lab finishing up their work.
Aron opened his messages to text Baekho again.
This time, he typed out an entire message before his eyes were drawn again to the link. The preview image showed a room, and a pale chest, but what caught his attention now was the mask.
The mask. Aron shook his head. No.
No. no way in fucking hell.
Shaking, Aron erased the message he was about to send to baekho and clicked the link, sound be damned.
There was just no way.
The video link opened up.
The stream was still live, but Aron couldn’t enter the room without signing up. Cursing himself he pulled out his wallet and signed up, adding his credit card number so he could get full access.
Please., please don’t let me be right.
Aron used the first name he could think of starrynight0521. He couldn’t think of anything else, and truth be told, he didn’t care because if he was wrong, he would just cancel his subscription and never use the site ever again.
With full access now, he clicked on the same link Baekho had sent him again. Moans began to come from his phone as he watched a perfectly round ass and pink hole spread in front of the camera at a lewd angle. Aron’s heart began to race. The camboy was taking a really thick dildo in his ass, a black cock ring just barely visible from this angle. Aron’s mouth ran dry, he felt himself leaning forward into his phone, as if that would give him a better look at the man on the screen.
“AAhhh,, hhm. Fuck. Thank you daddy..” The man was moaning at full volume, Aron’s ear becoming abused by the sweet melodic way that the man was speaking to the audience.
Aron kept watching, hoping that the man would turn onto his back or something that would allow him to see the mask.
That damn mask.
Five minutes passed of the man moaning, spreading himself open for the audience.
And finally, he pulled the dildo out, his hole puckering at the screen, deliciously pink, artificial cum dripping out of his ass slowly.
A small hum of satisfaction coming from the man.
Should I leave it here for today, he said as he turned to face the camera. “I’m tired now from all that hard work. And I’m all sticky.” The man pouted in a way that made Aron want to scream. The mask was now in full view as the man leaned down to face the camera directly.
Aron gasped as he saw the eyes behind the mask.
It was Minhyun’s eyes staring into the camera, a weird gaze Aron had never seen on him before, but it was definitely him.
“Well, I guess I’m going to have to sign off now. Thank you to everyone who sent in coins and --”
Without hesitation, Aron purchased 50,000 coins.
The dings rang instantly, a short sparkling sound rang as Aron hit SEND.
Aron watched as Minhyun gasped.
“Whoa. I- I… does that say fifty thousand?? That’s a joke, right?” Minhyun visibly looked shocked.
“Oh my god!!! Thank you! Oh, oh my goodness…!!” Minhyun reached back, his stomach and chest muscles stretching underneath his perfectly pale body.
Aron bit his lip. He made Minhyun smile. He made Minhyun happy . Even if was for a little while.
Minhyun got closer to the camera again. “Thank you, starrynight0521!!! I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I am really, really thankful!! This .. means so much!! I’ll tell you what, I’ll let you pick the theme for next week’s show!! There’s only a few things off limits, please check my FAQ for that! I will send you an email at the end of the show, and you can reply back with your theme of choice!” Minhyun smiled brightly, his teeth barely showing, his eyes sparkling.
Aron replied into the comment section with “anything for you” hoping that it didn’t come off as strange.
Sighing, the live feed went black.
Aron stared at his phone.
A message from Minhyun came through on his phone.
We need to talk.