For the Fans

Avi's¹ best friend Frankie⁵ — pink-haired, tattooed, secretly running a lucrative OnlyFans — convinces him to start his own account as Backwardz Cap. His solo content gains traction fast, mostly with male subscribers. Then Frankie⁵ proposes a filmed threesome: her, Avi,¹ and a third person for premium content.

At her Halloween party, she pitches Kyran,² who is drunk, broke, and cornered. He agrees. The recording is a disaster of bickering — they slap each other's hands away from Frankie's⁵ body, argue about personal space, accidentally touch constantly.

But when their fingers work inside Frankie⁵ together and their faces hover inches apart, breathing each other's breaths, something ignites that neither planned for. Kyran² comes in his pants without a single touch to his dick. He storms out, leaving Avi¹ staring at the evidence on his stepbrother's costume.

The threesome video earns three thousand dollars each, and Avi's¹ fans are clamoring — not for Frankie,⁵ but for the two guys alone. Avi¹ shows Kyran² the avalanche of messages. Kyran² laughs it off, reads the DMs, then falls silent. He demands they get it over with now.

On Avi's¹ couch watching porn, they jerk off separately, then together, then each other — Kyran's² calloused hand on Avi's¹ shaft, Avi's¹ fingers learning the foreskin Kyran² has never shown anyone. Their hips chase friction until their cocks brush and both erupt in tandem.

In the shaking aftermath, Kyran² presses his lips to Avi's¹ mouth for one stunned second. Then he wrenches away, grabs his clothes, and flees without a word — leaving Avi¹ alone with a sleeping cat and cum drying on both sides of the couch.

Kyran² tries hooking up with a cheerleader in a library bathroom. He panics and flees. He tries again with Lexi,⁹ the cheerleader he's been stringing along for months. Can't get hard. His body no longer responds to the performance of straightness.

Raging and drunk, he storms to Avi's¹ dorm, tackles him to the floor, and confesses through clenched teeth that Avi¹ broke him — that he's ruined. But his erection, rigid from mere proximity, tells a different truth. Avi¹ proposes a test: mutual fingering, first to come from it bottoms.

Kyran's² ass clenches around two of Avi's¹ fingers for less than sixty seconds before a hands-free orgasm tears through him, spraying cum across both their chests. No hand touched his cock. The question of who tops whom is settled with devastating finality.

After the Eagles crush their playoff rivals, Kyran² shows up at Avi's¹ dorm still vibrating from the game but aching for something no locker room can provide. They set up the camera. Avi¹ enters him slowly, whispering praise until Kyran's² body opens and swallows every inch.

What follows demolishes every wall Kyran² ever built. He gasps Avi's¹ name while his prostate sends lightning through his torso, toes curling in the socks he forgot to remove. He comes untouched again — thick ropes soaking his abs while Avi¹ pulses deep inside him.

In the aftermath, with the camera still recording, Kyran² does something no subscriber demanded: he lifts his face and kisses Avi¹ softly, genuinely. Reality snaps back. He dresses fast, insists it was business — but presses one tender kiss on Avi's¹ jaw before whispering he'll text.

Home for the holidays, Tom⁴ suggests midnight mass — a trigger that sends Kyran² storming coatless into December. Avi¹ follows, finds him under a streetlamp dusted with snow, and drapes Kyran's² coat over his trembling shoulders. Back inside, Kyran² slips through the bathroom into Avi's¹ room.

They have sex with no camera, no subscribers, no financial justification — just hushed gasps muffled by pillows while their parents sleep down the hall. Afterward, they lie tangled for hours trading secrets. Kyran² shows Avi¹ how he traces highway routes on his palms to calm himself.

Avi¹ learns Kyran² reads Batman comics. When Avi¹ whispers that nothing between them was ever an accident, Kyran² threads their fingers together and doesn't let go until morning, when they sneak a frantic round in the shower before Tom⁴ comes home from mass.

Kyran² rents a black Mercedes SUV and drives Avi¹ to a shuttered drive-in theater from his childhood, rigging his laptop on the dashboard to screen their favorite films. They belt out nineties rock songs and debate top-five movie lists.

Avi¹ makes Twizzler straws for their sodas — a ritual inherited from his father, who died in a construction accident when Avi¹ was six, and who laughed the last time they shared one. The tenderness between them has outgrown any pretense. In the fogged-up backseat, Avi¹ asks Kyran² to be inside him.

For the first time, Kyran² tops, and Avi¹ discovers what Kyran² has been feeling — the searing fullness of being completely taken by someone you love. Kyran² refuses to leave afterward, nuzzling into Avi's¹ chest and calling him babe for the first time.

On New Year's Eve, Kyran² texts from his dorm party asking if the person he wants to kiss at midnight is somewhere else. Avi¹ sprints from Frankie's⁵ gathering in Brookline, misses trains, runs clear across campus, and arrives gasping outside his own dorm at 11:58. Kyran² is sitting on the hallway floor by the door, waiting. The countdown bleeds through from a party up the hall — five, four, three.

Kyran² whispers two. Avi¹ breathes one. They crash their mouths together, sweating and laughing and gripping fistfuls of each other's clothes. No camera. No excuse. Just two people who've stopped pretending this is business. Kyran² murmurs happy new year against Avi's¹ swollen lips, and neither mentions fans or money for the rest of the night.

Frankie⁵ arrives with alarming news: their friend Zeb¹¹ discovered the OnlyFans through a forwarded link. BC students are circulating screenshots. Kyran² spirals — his NFL prospects, his reputation, his father — and demands Avi¹ deactivate the Twitter, the OnlyFans, everything.

Avi¹ pleads: the account is their story, proof they're more than a transaction. He confesses that fans message him saying the videos gave them courage to accept their own sexuality. Kyran² cuts him off — this is about his future, not feelings.

Avi,¹ gutted, taps deactivation buttons while the accounts go dark. Kyran² mutters he should go. Then he walks out, leaving Avi¹ alone with Robin¹⁴ the cat and the hollow recognition that deleting the account stripped away their last alibi. Without the fans as a reason, what are they?

At the Eagles' formal team banquet, Avi¹ sneaks in despite suspension — the dean having been tipped off about the OnlyFans, likely through Ash Holloway,¹³ Avi's¹ long-absent roommate who turns out to be the dean's nephew.

When the dean confronts him publicly, and the crowd murmurs about the identity of Not Your Baby, Avi¹ makes a split-second calculation. He confesses everything — the account, the campus filming — and declares his collaborator was never a BC student. The permanent expulsion is immediate. But Kyran's² identity stays sealed.

The team erupts in cheers for their expelled pornstar mascot as Avi¹ waves goodbye, grinning through devastation. Kyran² watches from across the room, sick with gratitude he cannot voice and a love he has not yet spoken. Their eyes meet. Then Avi¹ is escorted out.

At a party in Kyran's² dorm, Ash¹³ plants a kiss on Avi¹ in full view of the room. Avi¹ lets it linger a few seconds — partially from spite, partially from loneliness after weeks of Kyran's² silence. Kyran² sees it happen and detonates. He charges across the room, rips Ash¹³ off Avi,¹ slams him to the floor, and wraps his hands around the guy's throat, snarling that Avi¹ isn't his.

Four teammates drag him off. The violence is primal — not about an old high school grudge but about watching another mouth on what he considers his. Later, alone in the hallway, Frankie⁵ finds him and tells him bluntly to stop running from what he feels. That night, shaking, Kyran² texts Avi¹ the truest admission of his life: he never really hated him.

The Eagles reach the Rose Bowl against Virginia Tech, and Avi¹ watches from the stands beside Bridget,⁷ Kyran's² estranged older sister visiting from California. Virginia Tech matches them blow for blow. The Eagles trail late.

With seconds evaporating and every receiver smothered, Kyran² tucks the ball and sprints — juking through defenders and diving across the goal line from five yards out. Ninety thousand people scream. The BC Eagles are national champions.

In the chaos of celebration, Kyran's² gaze searches the sideline for a dancing mascot who isn't there — because this time Avi¹ is in the stands, wearing a number nine jersey and crying proud tears he'll deny later. Avi¹ whispers to Bridget⁷ that her brother is going to the NFL. She whispers back that he'd better be ready for it.

After the game, Bridget⁷ and Avi¹ drink in his hotel room while Kyran² celebrates with teammates. Avi¹ pushes for answers about the family's fracture. Bridget⁷ shows him a legal document on her phone: a sealed settlement between the Archdiocese and the Harbor family.

When Kyran² was twelve, a priest named Father McAdams sexually abused him at church camp. Young Kyran² told his father,⁴ who accused him of overreacting and making things up. The church paid 1.4 million dollars for the family's silence. No therapy, no acknowledgment — just denial and a trust fund Kyran² refuses to touch.

Bridget⁷ found him collapsed in the bathtub afterward, trembling and mute, and she left Boston because she couldn't forgive their father's⁴ complicity. Avi¹ vomits in the bathroom, then weeps, finally understanding why Kyran² stares into mirrors like he doesn't recognize himself.

That night, Kyran² discovers through Bridget's⁷ apologetic text that Avi¹ knows his secret. Avi¹ swears nothing has changed — he loves him regardless. Kyran² asks Avi¹ to tell him he's beautiful, and Avi¹ whispers it into every inch of his skin as they make desperate, tender love.

But by morning, Kyran's² side of the bed is cold. His bags are gone from the hotel room. He caught an early flight, texted only his coach and Guty,⁶ and powered off his phone. For five weeks, silence — broken only by one solitary message promising Kyran² is safe and will come back.

Avi¹ quits smoking weed, the habit he's maintained since he was fifteen, because he refuses to be numb anymore. He wants to feel everything now, even the agony of missing the person who dismantled his heart and took off running.

Kyran² drives to the Berkshires, checks into a hotel, and calls the RAINN hotline for the first time. He begins therapy with a counselor named Anna, working through eight years of buried trauma across weeks of sessions. Then he returns to Boston and arranges lunch with both parents.

His mother offers hollow apologies; his father⁴ redirects toward football. Kyran² refuses every deflection. He tells them they chose image over their child, and demands his father⁴ speak the words aloud: that Father McAdams sexually abused him, and that Tom⁴ did nothing.

Tom's⁴ voice cracks, but he says it. Then Kyran² tells them he's gay and in love with Avi.¹ Outside the restaurant, Tom⁴ chases after him and pulls his son into a crushing hug — sobbing, whispering that he loves him and is proud. Kyran² cries into his father's⁴ chest for the first time since he was twelve.

Avi¹ has been spiraling in a Brighton sublet with his mom³ — drawing obsessive sketches of Kyran,² refusing to smoke, turning into the grumpy pessimist Kyran² used to be. Then he sees Kyran's² Instagram: the name changed to His Baby, a single post declaring love for an angel who uses Twizzlers as straws and believes in aliens.

A knock at the door. Sandy hair, hazel eyes, a grin that shatters five weeks of grief in a heartbeat. Kyran² pushes inside, pins Avi¹ to the wall, and says he needed to fix himself before returning whole.

They kiss like people pulled from drowning. Later, Avi¹ shows Kyran² a mural he spray-painted on a Somerville restaurant wall — a sprawling tribute full of eagles and Batman references and a tiny cat in a cape. They decide to move in together. No cameras. No excuse. Just them.