Streaming while receiving head.
George x Clay.
"Thank you for the twenty dollar donation. I appreciate it." George had only just started streaming that Friday afternoon, for no particular reason at all besides just wanting to chill out and talk to his fans.
"No, Dream is not going to stream with me today. He's busy with some things, I don't know when he'll be back. I'm sorry guys." George and Clay had finally moved in with eachother with Sapnap after the long awaited event. And ever since, everyone has been waiting on Clay to walk in on George when he streamed, for an accidental face reveal.
Of course Clay meant to face reveal soon, just when he was ready. There were still things he wasn't ready to tell the world. Such as the fact that him and George were actually indeed a couple.
Fans would always joke about it, and so would the two guys themselves, but moving in with eachother only escalated things. George and Clay were together, leaving Sapnap to third wheel as usual. And George and Clay needed to hide it for now.
Clay had been gone all week, doing some visiting of some friends across the city, and George was pathetic enough to already miss him after just a couple days. George wouldn't be expecting Clay for at least the rest of the week, knowing damn well his stream wouldn't be hearing from Clay today at all.
"Woah- um thanks for the- one hundred dollar donation? What?" George had been answering questions all day, having nothing better to do other than entertain himself to keep from the fact that he desperately missed his boyfriend. George looked over the donation he had just read aloud, making sure he read it correctly.
He had. It was one hundred dollars, nothing to say or ask attached to it. George quickly read over the user who donated, then immediately regretted it.
"Dream? Yeah, ha ha, funny." George knew it couldn't possibly actually really be Clay, he was much too busy. It was just some fan getting at George somehow. George hated just how high his hopes went up, just for the possibility that Clay could be back.
George went on with the stream again, trying to read out all of the donations and subscriptions that rang out every other second. It was only a couple minutes that went by since the last donation that another one came in. It was from the same phony 'Dream' again.
"Another one hundred dollar donation? Don't be giving me all of your money- please." George tried his best to ignore the fact that this time attached to the dono was some words this time. 'Hey Georgie.' He knew it obviously wasn't the real Dream, but he was gullible and simply wanted it to really be him.
Ignoring it again, George goes on with his business, making a point to not donate so much money anymore, and to just enjoy the conversations they were all having. Chat flows in with synchronized okays and sounds goods, until only moments later another donation came through, only it was two hundred this time.
George reads over it in his head, almost irritated that this person was still using Dreams icon name, and ignoring his simple requests. George couldn't help but want to read over what was attached to it, hating to entertain it more. This time he read in his head.
'Yes sir.' They were teasing about George telling the chat not to donate so much money, that much was clear. George simply acted as if he never noticed it at all and kept reading chat, which was now mostly spamming things asking if it could really be Clay, or that the person was rude for ignoring him. George couldn't agree more.
"Should I play some minecraft? Maybe bedwars?" The chat explodes with yes's and George doesn't hesitate to open the app, readying himself along the way. It was just minecraft, it wasn't like George really needed to prepare for it at all. But after all the Dream fakes, he could only think about him.
Minecraft finally opens and George starts a game, doing decently good already despite the distraction. George was halfway to winning when another donation goes through. George dared to look, it couldn't possibly be the fake Dream again. But his emotions got the better of him and he was looking, seeing another donation. Only it was three hundred dollars this time.
'You don't believe it's me? Aw' George didn't hesitate to turn off the on screen donations, so only he was able to read them now. In the short amount of time it took to change all his settings, in game George's bed was destroyed and he was killed, ending the game.
George didn't care. He was much to focused on the dono to really be too bothered by it. He didn't understand, if it was really Clay, why he would be donating to get his attention. Or why he would be watching the stream while with friends. He would never do that.
Just then another dono comes in, once more from 'Dream', only for George to see now.
'I'm going broke trying to prove it to you. C'mon George. It's me.' George hastily shook his head, tearing his eyes away from the screen now. He knew chat could see this, because instantly messages were coming in asking whether he was okay.
"I'm good chat. Just need to grab some water. Be right back." Just like that George was turning off his camera, leaving the stream with just his minecraft loading screen now.
George took off his headset then got up from his chair. He just made up the water bit, trying to figure out how to escape for a second, but now that he was up, water sounded amazing. He was walking out of his room and out into the kitchen for some water in a second.
He wasn't sure why the dono was bothering him so much. Sure, he missed Clay, but maybe he missed him more than he let on. He needed him here. Sapnap was just in the other room, doing who knows what. He could easily go talk to him. But George wanted Clay. Just Clay. And the dono was teasing him whether the person knew it or not.
George quickly got his water and headed back to his room, sitting back down im his chair and instantly could see another dono.
'You're greedy. Fine, take this. Then maybe you'll believe me' Attached to it this time, George could hardly believe it. It was just a casual one thousand dollars. Just under it, was another. George sighs as he reads the, this time only one dollar dono, to himself.
'Fun's over I guess. See you soon.' They must have been referring to the fact that George had left his setup for the much needed water. Now George was back, not sure if he should continue streaming or not. He wasn't in any mood anymore to try and socialize.
It took until he looked at the chat to realize how long he had been gone. They were all spamming about if George had forgotten about them or got lost on his way to get his water. George quickly snapped himself out of it then was reaching for his headset again, ready to return to the stream again.
"How much money does it take to get your attention?" George was so caught off guard by the voice behind him that he lost the grip on his headset, causing it to go crashing down to the floor. George knew who it was behind him, but he couldn't bring himself to look. He felt like it was imaginary, like he wasn't actually hearing Clay's voice taunting him at his door.
"Did you miss me George?" All it took was Clay saying his name for George to be spinning around in his chair and staring down who was really in front of the door. There Clay was, standing confidently against George's doorframe staring him down with a teasing smirk.
George was up from his chair in a matter of seconds, clinging to Clay's side. Clay clung back just as hard, hugging George like they had when they just met for the first time.
"Why are you here?" George finally pulled away from his partner and peered up longingly at him, just waiting for the chance to hear Clays voice again.
"Well, I figured I could keep paying you or just show up and get the job done that way."
"So that was you donating? Why didn't you just text me or something, you idiot!" George playfully punches at Clays arm, barely causing any reaction besides a devious smirk from the taller boy.
"I like messing with you on stream. You react so nicely." George caught the tentative tone Clay was giving off almost immediately, but decided to ignore it and move for another hug, totally forgetting that he was still streaming.
"Whatever. I'm just glad you're back. I missed you." Clay once again hugged him back, but only for half a second, then he was pushing George off and exclaiming;
"Aren't you still streaming?" The instant Clay was done speaking George was speed walking back over to his setup and sitting back in his chair.
"Crap, yeah. I can just end it quick so we can talk some more though." George moves to grab his headset to put it back on, but before he can Clay was grabbing at his hand reaching its direction.
"No, don't do that. Keep streaming." George knew that look all too well. Clay had an idea. And whenever he did give George that look, he knew it couldn't be very good.
"What are you thinking Clay?" Clay grins down at George still in his chair below him, thinking about a million different things a second about what he could possibly be planning this time.
"Well, I was thinking I could just sit here and watch you stream for awhile. Yah know, it could be fun." Clay raises his eyebrow now, George still not catching onto what Clay was hinting at just yet. All he knew was that there was no way that idea would work.
"Everyone would see you Clay, you can't just sit and-." Interrupting George ubruptly, Clay takes one giant movement beside George them ultimately kneels himself down below George's desk, just under his legs.
"I can sit right here just fine then." George can only stare at the blond down on his knees staring up at him with big pleading eyes, and he knew right then that there wouldn't be any saying no to Clay.
"Fine. Okay, okay. But don't make any noise or distract me. If they know you're here-."
"I will be as silent as a mouse George. Got it. Now go on, they're waiting for you." George quickly rolls his eyes down at Clay now repositioning himself down on the floor, scooting even further under the desk, now out of sight.
Next George was grabbing his headphones and putting them back on, then he was clicking on his camera, then following it he unmuted himself. Chat was miraculously still present and alive more than ever, talking to one another about anything and everything, making George smile.
As soon as George's camera was on and he was waving away at the screen, chat was going crazy, happy again that George was back.
"Sorry, I'm back. Patches got into her treats somehow. Had to clean it up." Chat only flooded in more, exclaiming about how naughty Patches was, but that they loved her anyway.
"Alright, some bedwars then?" George was playing it cool, but deep inside he was worried that somehow Clay was going to out himself on camera. It wasn't even that Clay would have accidentally face revealed, but mainly because he was just under George's desk, just beside his lower half, and just how weird that would look to everyone.
George only needed one of those things to come out at a time right now.
The game was going decent again, despite all he could think about under his desk right now distracting him. He was pretty much carrying the team, even if he did kind of suck most of the time. Today was just his lucky day. At least that's what everyone in chat was saying.
"Oh c'mon chat, I'm good and you know it!" He tried to sound confident even though George knew what they were saying was nothing but the truth.
Just to show everyone off, George then decided to go against a whole team that was approaching, all by himself. Chat was going crazy as was George, hyping himself up as he ran over to the blue team heading his way fearlessly. George then began swatting them effortlessly off the map one by one.
"One more to go chat-." The second he swings at the last living member of the team, beneath Georges desk he could feel movements stirring, almost forgetting that Clay was still even present. George finally regained himself only for moments later to feel the movements grow closer, until finally Clay was smoothing a hand over George's thigh under the desk.
George couldn't help but jump at the exchange, immediately letting go of his mouse, throwing the death match happening before him. All he wanted to do then was yell at Clay, tell him to stop distracting him, but he knew he couldn't make any reaction, like Clay was so clearly begging for.
George had died in game now, and took the opportunity to stretch his arms and legs, purposely scooting his chair away from Clay, catching a quick glimpse of him still on his knees, glancing up at George devilishly. Clays hands were now off of him, so George could refocus again on another game.
"This time I'll win guys. Promise." He immediately started another match and began collecting materials, trying not to think about how much he truthfully liked Clays unexpected touch.
Ditching that thought, George went on about his business again and started building to other bases to destroy their beds. George was attacking another couple of people when in the corner of his eye Clay was moving yet again. This time he was in plain view for George to see if he looked straight down, right between George's legs.
It didn't take long for Clays hands to find their way back to George's sweats again, making George sigh a little too loudly from irritation. As usual, chat caught every little reaction George made, even if it was the smallest like he just did.
Messages like 'Is he okay? He looks red.', and even 'Where's Clay?' began flowing in, but George was used to that last one. Everyone was always under speculation that Clay was somehow underneath George's desk, even before Clay was even living with him. But now all of that was really happening, and George didn't know how to hide it now that it was real.
Clay must notice his nervousness, because instantly he was taking a singular finger and trailing it along George's front, circling around his crotch teasingly. The minute George feels this, he can't help but let out another noise, only this time it wasn't out of irritation, but pleasure.
George would know his face was red even if the chat wasn't already telling him. He knew exactly what Clay was trying to do to him, he would simply tease him enough to get him riled up and hard, then he would go back to acting like George wasn't there. Clay wanted George to suffer on stream.
And all that did was piss George off.
"Hold on guys." The words barely get the chance to leave his throat before George quickly turns off his camera yet again and mutes his mic. Instantly he was lowering himself down, eye level to Clay now.
"I know exactly what you're doing Clay. Stop it." Clay just gives sweet, innocent puppy eyes back at George, like what he had just said didn't mean shit to him at all.
"Or what? I'm the one down here. What could you possibly do to punish me George?" Clay flutters his eyelashes deviously, then quickly repositions himself closer inbetween George's thighs, only gaining a groan in return.
"You know I can't do anything on stream Clay. I have a facecam, you don't. You have it easy." Clay only shrugs knowingly at his statement, then he was feeling around George's crotch once more, still lodged inbetween him.
"Clay, don't start something you won't finish. Please." All George can think about now is how happy he is his camera is no longer on, because all of the faces he was making would surely get him caught instantly. He then remembered he was streaming yet again, and needed to get back to it and grew even more annoyed.
"I have a proposition for you then. If you don't get caught, you can do the same thing to me on stream." George studied Clay, hating just how tempted he was by his idea.
"Don't get caught doing what exactly?" Clay doesn't say anything at first, all he does is take one of his hands still trailing around him, then he harshly grips George's cock through his sweats.
"Cumming for me." George instantly throws back his head with a hearty moan along with it, knowing that was the last time he'd be able to let any sound like it out after he started streaming again. Clay expected George to cum for him on stream in front of thousands of people? And along the way not get caught? There was no way, especially with how good Clay was.
"Deal." The words leave his mouth before he even realized it. George knew it was just so they could get on with it and begin streaming again, since he was making everyone wait yet again. But mainly it was because he wanted- needed, to feel Clay's mouth wrapped around his cock. He wasn't about to reject a blowjob, especially from Clay.
"Good luck." Those were the last words George heard from Clay before he finally turned back on everything and started streaming again. Everything was going perfectly normal at first. Of course Clay was still inbetween his thighs under his desk, but he hadn't moved an inch since he began again.
"Um, okay what should we do guys? Some more minecraft? Or maybe-." George was stopped mid-sentence by Clay suddenly throwing his hands up and underneath George's shirt, feeling away at his chest with need. George almost didn't leak out any type of reaction, up until Clay began trailing soft scratches up and down his stomach.
Chills ran through George's body and he couldn't hold back the breath of hot air that was blown out loudly for the stream to hear plainly. Clay didn't stop when he heard the reaction, all it did was fuel the movements. If anything, all it did was make Clay want to torture George much more.
George forced himself to finally look over at the chat, completely forgetting now what he was previously talking about. When he figured it out he was rushing to finish his sentence all too hastily.
"How about we just chat again?" As soon as those words left his mouth, George knew he screwed up. How in the hell was he supposed to speak to everyone normally without outing himself along the way? He was screwed and Clay knew that by the way he was now slowly taking out George's cock from below.
"Ask away guys. I'll try to answer most." It was then that Clay finally managed to remove George's sweatpants, leaving just his boxers left. All George wanted to do at this point was to look down at whatever Clay was doing, to see how he looked doing everything to him. George could only imagine now.
Trying to distract himself, he quickly began reading out random donos coming in.
"My favorite color is definitely blue. Red is a close second though." Somehow his words managed to come out decent, and it was enough to give George a giant boost of confidence. But clearly all it did was piss Clay off. Not wasting another second teasing him, Clay was removing George's boxers now, leaving his cock out in plain sight now.
George tried not to think about the fact that if the camera somehow fell, he would be exposed to everything, as would Clay, now edging closer. George couldn't see anything happening, even with the couple second peaks he gave to Clay every once and awhile, he could only feel every single movement, making every touch even more sensitive.
"No, Patches isn't in here right now. Sorry guys." Seconds after George had read the dono, Clay beneath him was letting out a silent giggle. George had little idea why, and simply ignored it, hoping it wasn't heard by anyone. Clay was taking his time getting to George's cock, and he knew that was on purpose. He wanted to do it when George was least expecting it. To get any even greater reaction.
"Guys, I promise Patches is probably with Sapnap right now." There was another chuckle from Clay, then that was when it clicked for George. The chat had it in mind that Patches was in the room because of how much George had been glancing down. Only it was at Clay holding George's cock, getting ready to down it mercilessly.
"Sorry if I'm missing alot of donos. I'm- distracted right now." George wanted to slap himself as soon as he spoke, feeling incredibly dumb for even saying it at all. Of course he was distracted, he was half naked on stream, with Clay underneath his desk stroking his cock.
George quickly rolled his eyes at himself for how stupid he was, then reached for his water bottle. He didn't realize until then just how thirsty he really was. He began much too aggressively drinking from the nozzle, almost downing all of it, when suddenly from down below he could feel Clay stop, letting himself relax for only a moment. Then Clay was moving again, only to take George's entire cock down his throat and begin moving up and down with fast motions.
George was still drinking, and instantly was choking hard on his water, unable to help the reaction he was giving now. It only lasted a few seconds, George's mouth flew open and he knew a moan was heard no matter what. Then he was gaining control again and closing back up again.
His eyes instantly flew to chat while Clay continued on his cock mercifully, scanning whether or not they knew what was going on. Of course some had noticed, and some didn't. George knew damn well that the moment would be clipped and all over Twitter the very same night.
Clay was still sucking George ravenously, not giving him a chance to catch his breath. George had to lower his head out of frame to exhale, then he was back and reading out some more donos.
"I don't think Sapnap will he joining me today. Maybe next time guys." George sounded way too relax for just how good Clay felt wrapped around him under the desk, like it was a normal thing they usually did. They both definitely enjoyed it though, and may very well be doing it again. George knew damn well Clay would have to get punished for it at some point.
Suddenly Clay was popping off of George's cock, making a sickeningly sweet sound that was surely heard, but probably wouldn't be identified by anyone thankfully. He didn't look down in fear that it would be bad timing and was stuck simply imagining again what Clay was planning on doing to him this time.
George waited patiently, now reading chat, almost everyone stating that he looked restless, or distracted. Distracted was an understatement. George was wanting nothing more than to take Clay by his hair and yank him back onto his aching cock, basically twitching for him to keep sucking again. He wanted to fuck Clays mouth as hard as he could, and not care whether anyone heard the gags that followed it.
It was enough to make George impatient now. He didn't- couldn't wait on Clay anymore. The second the thought came into his mind, George was taking his hand from his mouse and lowering it down to his cock and began stroking it slowly. His eyes finally flew down then to find Clay, simply smirking back at him, knowing what he was doing to George.
It was what he wanted from George. He wanted to make him so desperate that he would be forced to feel himself instead. Clay wanted to see it happen in front of him just as badly as George needed to feel some kind of friction on his aching cock.
George quickly looked back up, still stroking himself just barely, then continued reading chat. Nobody noticed. George honestly didn't care at this point if anyone did, they normally did anyway, even when it was something as simple as him taking in a big breath. George knew everything he did from now on would be getting clipped, and he didn't give a single fuck.
"I'm not tired guys. Kind of hungry-." As George spoke, he took ahold on his dick and lowered it closer to Clay now, basically speaking to him instead. George wanted him to know that he needed to feel his mouth again.
"- that's all." That was all it took, because instantly Clay was crawling forward and launching onto George' cock being baited in front of him so teasingly. Clay quickly began licking up and down George softly, tasting every inch of him now, not leaving any space left out. He wanted to taste him again, and even more, make George cum down his throat.
George wasn't disappointed with just how slow Clay was going down below, but instead it only made his cock feel more sensitive again somehow. Clays tongue was licking warm streaks up and down him, not daring to take him all down just yet. They both knew as soon as he did that, George would be cumming within seconds.
It was like Clay was reading George's mind then, because soon after he was taking in his tip and sucking, but not going any further onto his dick. He simply began sucking slowly on George's tip, knowing just how good it felt to be teased. He could quickly feel Clays tongue lapping up and down, licking up all the precum pooling up desperately, tasting every last drop.
George felt Clays tongue softly brush against his shaft this time and out came another regretful noise, immediately slapping a hand around his mouth, only making it worse. George didn't bother looking at chat, instead he moved out of view of the camera, then was leaning down and whispering down to Clay still sucking.
"Hurry." It was one measly word, but it came out like a grunt, almost sounding so intimidating that Clay had to choice but to listen to him. George saw the defeatd look in Clays eyes almost instantly, then he was back up and staring down chat.
"I'll only answer a few more questions guys, then I'll go-." The words once again came out boldly, not at all how skittish his heart was working right now. It was like Georges words were once again a demand and Clay was harshly downing his cock all the way the instant he spoke. This time George managed to stay silent, but his hand lingered down and began gripping hard onto his naked thigh, replacing the noise instead.
"Uh, no Clay is still not home yet. S-sorry-." George knew he couldn't possibly last any longer without some type of outburst. He needed to moan, to let Clay know he was close vocally, not just from the new feeling of his cock throbbing down Clays throat now.
His curiosity was getting the better of him and George knew he absolutely needed to look at Clay sucking him again.
George didn't hesitate to look down at where Clay was, sucking George hard and effortlessly. Clays eyes were glued to George's in an instant, showing him he also liked what he was looking at along with George. George knew he was already looking for too long, but when he saw what Clay had been doing, he knew he couldn't possibly look away.
Clay was still downing George's cock, but from even lower, George could see that Clay was also stroking himself now too. The second Clay knows George sees, his eyes were rolling back into his head and he was speeding up on his own dick. George had to shake his head to finally look away and back up to the screen, finding the donos again.
"I think I'm going to have to stop guys. Sorry, it was fun though." George was surprising himself more by how normal he sounded, despite just how close he was to cumming down Clay's throat. As soon as he spoke he began hearing moans from down below.
George knew they were from Clay, but didn't dare to glance back down to see just how good he would look moaning around his aching cock. Clay was close to cumming just like George was, but George knew that Clay wouldn't let him get away with not cumming on stream. So that's what he was going to do.
George had to make a point to Clay that he couldn't wait any longer, but couldn't say anything like he so badly wanted to. Instead he stuck with bucking his hips forward, even further down Clay's throat, this time earning a wet sounding gag on George's dick.
"Okay, sorry guys I have to go-. Bye-." George was quickly turning off his camera, and the instant his headphones were off and the stream was ended, George was spilling down Clay's throat, every last drop that was building up. He knew instantly by the way Clay was trembling down below that Clay had also came.
"Take it all-." George was instantly grabbing Clays face, forcing his dick all the way down, feeling as his throat tightened around him, swallowing every drop George spilled into him. He watched as Clays eyes rolled back as he drank everything he gave him, still slowly stroking himself slowly below.
George then felt Clay go limp under his embrace and slowly pulled out of his mouth, letting out a much needed exhale instantly after. Clay looked up at George and just smirked, then his eyes fell back down to watch George's cock longingly again.
"So, did I win then?" George spoke to Clay, still licking his sore lips at his cock, clearly wanting more. Instantly he was taking ahold of Clay's face and pulling him up so if he was still streaming he could easily be seen. George cups his face and studied Clay, clearly fucked out.
"I'll take that as a yes. Guess that means you're turn next." Clay let's out a whine, showing just how bad he really wanted to do it, but still says nothing.
"Want me to suck you off too Clay? Is that it?" Clays eyes squeeze shut, then a moan of approval leaves his throat.
"Okay, next time then." George only gets up from his chair, then steps away from a very defeated looking Clay now, purposely not giving him what he wanted.
George quickly gets dressed again in his clothes scattered around the floor, then he exits his room with a smirk, leaving Clay helplessly hard on the floor, until next time he streamed.