Love at first clutch [MxM]

1. Reality check

Kitt Addams was born for the spotlight.

And though I wasn't one for ghost stories or anything of the sort, I swore there was almost something magical about it.

He would sit down in front of his camera, press the green button and flash his catty smile, and behind came a line of millions of people. It was mind-blowing, how he did that– how I myself had fallen right into the deep end just like everyone else.

One giggle, I felt like I had known him forever.

One word, I spoke back to him.

And one little bat of those dark, chestnut eyes... my mind was racing. All for a guy I had never met, who didn't even know I existed.

How?

I stared at my phone's screen, gnawing my thumb as he laughed and smiled at the lens; completely immersed in the small bubble where he would be breathing the same air I did.

He was just... crazy sexy.

Rich black curls framed his face, skin like running caramel– it was as if you would've pulled him straight out of a chocolate wrapping on a hot summer night. Slightly melted, slightly warm... My gaze wandered lower, to the pretty outfit he had on. Barely. They were always obnoxious, bright, and way too revealing for the internet. Today it happened to be a red, see-through silk top, buttoned open all the way to his chiselled muscles.

Gosh.

I readjusted my position, a shameful tinge rising at my cheeks.

But, even when his complex on its own could've checked out my statement, there was a lot more to it.

A lot.

"What would I do for twenty grand?"

Kitt's low, deep baritone pulled me out of my thoughts, drawing my attention to the chat he was reading out loud. And followed by one of his giggles, I knew right away the tone of the question. "Listen, K_Matthews. First of all, brave to come in here with your wife's girl name, and second of all–"

Kitt popped out the straw he had been playing with his tongue, put the glass of lemonade to the side and got up from his pink chair, winking into the camera with his million-dollar grin.

"Whatever you have in mind... I'll do it for twenty bucks."

The chat exploded. As did I, almost.

"No, I'm just kidding! I'm kidding!" he laughed, falling back into the chair. "You guys are so perverted. Me? Doing shit for money? Nah..."

He took the straw into his mouth again, all innocent. And then with a quick, mischievous peep at the lens, he said,

"I'll do it free."

My headphones were filled with the ring of his cackles again and as contagious as it was, I found myself smiling a little as well.

And that was the thing: he was a natural. His energy was bubbly and flirty, and it could light up every person's face behind the screen no matter who they were or where they were in life. It was like he would've indeed been sitting right in front of you, talking to you, enjoying time together. Like a friend, best friend, or well... given his looks and mannerisms, it was easy to tell who his real target audience was.

Thirsty, mainly single and also very lonely guys who had never gotten attention from a man of his league.

Aka, me.

And a really big chunk of the entire gaming community.

"You look smoking hot today, sis. Aww, thank you..."