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{Brat Bitch- Soup x Ethan}

hehehehehehehehe I haven't read much of these two but enjoy. 

tw: nothing really

"Dallas, grab me another beer, please." Ethan and Dallas were doing their usual reacting stream, nothing out of the ordinary. The only thing that was different about tonight was that Ethan was just a little too drunk to drive home. He was staying the night at Soups, which wasn't unusual. Ethan had stayed with Soup many times before.

Soup came back to the stream; there was a video playing, but he wasn't paying much attention, mostly talking and messing with Ethan for most of it. Once the video was done, he picked up another bottle of liquor and sipped.

"Well, what do you want to do?" Ethan shrugged and snatched the bottle from Soup's grasp, taking a sip. Dallas watched Ethan; he couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or not, but Ethan looked... pretty.

"What the fuck are you looking at, bitch?" Ethan laughed, putting the bottle back in Soup's hands.

"Oh, I'm a bitch!" Dallas laughed harder and nodded. "Nah, you're the bitch." Ethan gasped dramatically, putting a hand on his chest.

"I'm not a bitch; you're the biggest bitch I know." Soup mocked Ethan, gasping and slamming his hand against his chest. Ethan burst out into a fit of laughter, followed by soup. Ethan's laughter was contagious, and Dallas found it adorable.

dUdefUcker03: Ethans definantly a bottom bitch.

Dallas laughed while reading the chat, knowing that Ethan was sure to see it.

"A bottom?!?" Dallas bit his lower lip as he stifled a laugh. "I'm a lot of things, but not a bottom." Dallas's eyes widened and he laughed, "What are you laughing at?" Dallas slapped his knee while Ethan glared at him, burning a hole through his soul. "I am not a bottom."

"Sure, keep telling yourself that, baby." Ethan's face went bright red.

"Don't c-call me that, and if anything, you're a bottom." soup smirked.

"I'm anything but, and I'll prove it to you if you want me too." He winked at Ethan and smiled, and Ethan's face became even more red. Ethan knew he was, but being a brat was Ethan's specialty. He had never backed down from a challenge, and he was determined to make soup mad. He loved seeing the soup get mad; it was funny and hot all at the same time.

He was always one to stir the pot; it usually ended with them laughing, but tonight he was hoping for more. Ethan hoped Dallas would keep his promise and really show him who the top was.

"Actually, I'll take you up on that offer." Dallas's eyebrow was cocked. "I'll win." They had both forgotten about their stream at this point. Looking back at his stream reading donations, Soup laughed and rolled his eyes. "What, are you to pussy to?" Dallas just ignored him. "See, this is exactly what a bottom would do." Dallas liked his lips and nodded. He reached over to his computer and started clicking things.

"We'll be back in a sec chat," Dallas said, turning to face Ethan. "Well, go ahead." Ethan turned to face Dallas, confused. "Don't act dumb, bitch; come at me." Dallas was now standing. Ethan's blood rushed through his body. This isn't what he meant, but it's either fight or fuck, and Ethan's down for both. Ethan laughed and jumped at Dallas; they both hit the floor hard, and Dallas's wind was knocked out of him. He took a deep breath, but Ethan was already on top of him. Dallas couldn't tell if the blood rushing to his face was due to the hit to his head or Ethan sitting on his dick.

"Well looks who's a bottom bitch no- holy shit!" Dallas had rolled them over and was holding Ethan's arms above his head and his legs around Dallas' hips. Dallas was still trying to catch his breath; his head drooped and his hair covered his face. Once Dallas caught his breath, he looked through his hair at Ethan, who was trying to struggle out of Dallas' grasp. Ethan didn't think that Dallas was much stronger than him, but here he was holding both of Ethan's wrists with one hand.

"Shit," Ethan moaned, being held down just making him more excited. Dallas looked at him; he looked so beautiful. His hair was messy, and now his face was red. He looked down at Ethan's pants and saw that there was a slight buldge.

"someones's excited." Ethan looked down, and his face got even redder. He couldn't speak because he was too embarrassed, so he just nodded and nervously looked away. Dallas started laughing, but it wasn't his usual high-pitched, quick laugh; it was low and slow. Dallas took the hand that was on the ground holding him up and switched his weight to the one holding Ethan. He took his free hand and slid it up Ethan's shirt. "This why you wanted to fight? You wanted me to be on top of you; you really are a bottom."

Ethan felt like he wasn't powerful anymore, but he loved it. Ethans felt Dallas' warm hands run up his back; his back arched, and his body shook. "Sh-shit," he said, rolling his hips. Dallas smiled evilly, dipped down, and hid his face in the crook of Ethan's neck. Ethan laughed, feeling Dallas' beard brush against his neck. Dallas sucked near Ethan's collarbone and kissed his neck. Dallas lifted his head.

"Do you want to continue?" Ethan smiled and liked his lips.

"Yes, please; if you don't stop now, I'm going to fucking kill you." Dallas laughed and let go of Ethan's hands. Ethan quickly took his shirt off and started unbuttoning his pants, and Dallas did the same. Ethan ran his hands up his torso and up to his man tits (A/N man tittys). Dallas licked his lips before diving back into Ethan's neck and speeding down.

"Fuck Dallas. I love you." Dallas smiled and was now sitting at Ethan's waistline. He kissed Ethan's stomach while pulling off his pants and boxers. Ethan reached into Dallas's long hair and yanked. Dallas moaned, bit his lip, and enjoyed the stinging pain of having his hair pulled. Ethan smiled, his eyes glistening with lust at the sight before him. Dallas grabbed Ethan's dick, and Ethan's body shook again.

"I'm gonna suck your dick even though you were being a brat earlier." Ethan laughed, his fingers guiding Dallas' head up and down.

"Holy sh*t, have you ever fuck-done this before?" Dallas took his mouth off.

"Once," he said, slipping his tongue through the slit. Ethan laughed at the short answer, and Dallas took his mouth off of Ethan's cock. He kissed Ethan's neck one more time before quickly taking his pants off; once he got them off, he slid his underwear off. He jerked himself off above Ethan for a second before getting back on his knees, Ethan murmured something under his breath.

"What was that?" Ethan's face was starting to heat up again. Ethan pulled Soup down and whispered to him.

"I don't want to go all the way, please." Dallas backed up to meet Ethan's eyes, but he quickly turned away.

"Hey, hey, look at me." Soup put his thumb on the side of Ethan's face, making Ethan look him in the eyes. "Don't feel bad for not wanting to go all the way; I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. We can stop now if you want." Ethan's eyes widened

"No, no, no, I don't want to stop, but I have an idea." Ethan pulled the soup forward, grabbed his own dick, and then grabbed Soup's. He wrapped his hand around both of their cocks, rubbing them together.

"Fuck, that feels good." Soup moved his hips back and forth while Ethan moved his hand in sync with Dallas's. "Sh-shit, I'm gonna cum." Dallas rested his hands on Ethan's thighs and bent over to kiss him. Their tongues were dancing together, and Dallas loved the taste of Ethan's mouth, but that could also be the alcohol. Ethan moaned into Dallas's mouth, and he realized they were both insidiously close. Dallas took Ethan's hand off their dicks and replaced it with his own, and he was now moving quickly.

"I'm cumming!" Ethan threw his head back and grabbed the floor with both hands; he and Dallas' cum covered Ethan. They finally caught their breath and regained their senses, and then Ethan remembered...

"Did you turn your stream off?!"

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