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Piper came without a hand on his cock. Sudden and violent. Cum shooting up his chest and stomach while his hole clenched around the dildo buried deep inside him. He bit down on his own wrist hard enough to leave a dark mark and draw blood.
Noah came seconds later, painting his own stomach and abs with cum, head thrown back, mouth open, a broken sound breaking out of him.
For what seemed like an eternity, neither of them moved. Piper released his wrist. Bite mark throbbing red, already starting to bruise.
Noah looked at the camera.
“Still think you’re the control freak now that I’m calling the plays?”
“Shut up.”
“Sleep well, sexy. Can I take you toXanaduagain tomorrow?” Noah laughed.
“You are too fucking much, Noah.” Piper hung up with a grin.
The screen went dark.
Piper lay there, dildo still inside him, cum cooling on his chest, bite mark throbbing, a bit of blood dripping from his wrist.
Joan, how the fuck am I going to explain this wrist?
Chapter Seventeen: Los Angeles
The rivalry had become a content category. The fans were eating up everything the machine fed them like food-deprived lions.
Piper felt it the second he walked into the facility. His face beside Noah’s on every mounted television. Split screens with graphics crawling underneath.THE RIVALRY DEFINING A GENERATION. He kept his eyes forward like he was not aware he was on the television.
Tank was already there, half leaning over the table with a tablet in one hand and a protein shake in the other.
“You see the circus yet? What happened to your hand?”
“Chopping accident.”
“You don’t cook.” Tank gave him a look.
Tank flipped his tablet around to show Piper. On the screen was a graphic of Piper and Noah. Looking less like quarterbacks in play and more like a perfume ad. “Hour special tonight about you guys.”
“About what?”
“Bro, use your imagination.”
Piper dropped his bag and sat. “That seems excessive.”
Tank leaned closer.
“You two better keep winning.”
“Why?”
“Because the second one of you starts losing, the media turns this from romance to tragedy real fast.”
“Romance,” Piper said the word flat.
Tank smiled as he took a sip of his Starbucks. “You really haven’t looked at the internet, Piper?”
“No.”
“Smart, it’s fucking terrible for your mental health.”
