Sneaky's stream
"Here's a wild Meteos jacking off in my bed guys" repositions camera.
"Fuck you" Meteos is just laying down scrolling down his phone.
Sneaky chuckles and gets up to go sit next to him.
You can't hear them talk, but you see them laugh and exchange a few joyful glances. Meteos' hand suddenly moves on top of sneaky's who seems to be blushing. Sneaky cracks a giggle and raises his hand to hit his friend, but the jungler grabs it and wraps Sneaky like a burrito before slamming him down on his own bed and sitting on top of him, hands intertwined. They were laughing when Sneaky's face awkwardly shifted to his setup as if he had just remembered that his stream was still on. The boy began struggling, trying to wiggle himself out of his best friend's surprisingly strong grip. Meteos manages to hold him down, trapped, much to his liking. He then places his hands next to each one of Sneaks' red ears, ready to lean in.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAY!"
Sneaky takes advantage of Meteos being distracted to push him, allowing himself to escape from the provocative position and run back to his stream.
"Fucking nerd am I right?" He laughs, putting his headset back on.
The other boy follows slowly. "Zach-"
"Later" His answer was fast but soft, almost shy. Meteos sighs looking towards twitch cam. "Go away now you weirdo!"
"Okay"
But that answer was too easy, Sneaky knew that, and he was right, oh he was right because the second he turned around to look at his friend, twitch cam went black and all that chat could hear was a peaceful silence, disrupted by Sneaky's chair squeaking softly a few times.
"Suck you later"
Suddenly, you could see the boy with curly hair leave the room while the streamer adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat while a smirk he couldn't stop from forming appeared on his face, his cheeks pink and his eyes down.
"YOU'RE BENCHED ANYWAY!"
"FUCK YOU"
