A Bucket of Awkward (Septiplier AU)

The Urge

The house is dark, and yet Jack is still awake. A need to head towards his office is there but not tonight. He checks his phone in spite of himself. Badboy4u should be on in less than ten minutes. What would take more than ten minutes to do?

Mopping the kitchen floor. Granted he's already done that twice today, but it got dirty so quickly. It absolutely would need to be cleaned again. In a few steps he's filling the bucket with hot water, then adding just enough soap to make the floor glisten.

He's at it long enough that he'll miss the usual greeting of the muscular man. The way he always flexes before he starts to take request. The smile of recognition when he sees Jack's username. It must be past 12:15am now. He checks his phone again. Still five minutes to go. He presses the mop onto the floor, not caring that he hasn't moved more than a few inches in the last couple if minutes. If he misses the beginning of the show, it will be so much easier for him to miss the entire show.

Just keep mopping. Focus on anything else but Badboy4u.

Just think of anything but the way his muscles flex as he moves, or how hot it is when beads of sweat are dripping down his chistled frame at the end of the show when he's spent.

Jack's grip on the mop handle tightened as his mind betrayed him, his fingers shaking from it. He bit down on his bottom lip and tried squeezing his eyes shut, hoping it would force the sinful thoughts of the tanned ebony haired man from his mind, but if anything the darkness only helped them dance across his mind.

He opened his eyes again and took a deep breath, beginning to actually get to his task of mopping the floor. He worked out a rhythm, pushing the mop away from him as he exhaled, and bringing it back towards him as he inhaled. In only a matter of minutes he could feel his grip loosening and his mind clearing up.

The task was done sooner then he would have wanted, leaving him with nothing to do but put away the supplies and desperately search for something else to keep his attention. Maybe he could wax the tiled floor? Wait, were you even suppose to wax the floors? He could always search it, but if he opened up his phone he couldn't guarantee that his fingers wouldn't type in the familiar website address.

He messes up his all too simple password from how fast he was trying to type, cursing quietly before he finally hit the right keys and his desktop was before him. His need to tune into the show triples at the sight of his background screenshot from an old show, the man's perfect body on display in his skin tight boxers.

He was opening his browser and hurriedly typing out the websites name before he could stop himself, clicking on the link that took much longer to open then he liked. He bit down hard enough on his lip to feel a small ache this time once the websites homepage appeared, dozens of videos, shows, and accounts greeting him.

His fingers are familiar with where to click and within a moment or two he's opening up the webpage to see the muscular chest and deep brown eyes of Badboy4u. He was sitting on his usual spot in on the red bedspread. With a flutter of Jack's heart he was wearing the dark purple silk boxers that he loved so much.

The man smiled into the camera once he recognized the user name of one of his best clients.

"I was worried that you weren't coming to see me tonight, baby. I wore this outfit for you."

Jack shivered at the deep voice that purred through his computer's speakers, melting back into his chair as he watched the larger man. He was already feeling hot and nothing had even really happened. He could see that there were close to two hundred people watching already, with more joining every few seconds, there was no way the god behind the lense had been speaking to him. But it was fun to pretend.

He clicked on the chat and quickly began typing, eyes darting up to the man to make sure he wasn't missing anything.

Irishbean69: u look sexy in everything but those are still my favorite

Within a few seconds the man in the video chuckled as he read bits and pieces of chat. Then he leaned in to type a couple of sentences and slinked back to the foot of the bed. Jack's eyes almost popped out as he saw the private message.

Badboy4u: (Irishbean69) youre too sweet to me. I meant what I said. This show may be for a crowd, but I'm moaning only for you.

He could barely believe what he was reading, and for a few seconds, he didn't. It could have been something that he sent out to many people, perhaps he had seen his username first and decided to mess with him? He stared at the screen for a few more seconds before he hesitantly began typing back.

Irishbean69: (Badboy4u) How the hell can u be sexy through words too? There's so many people here, why would you be interested in me?

Wow, that just sounded sad. And it's not like he's gonna see it soon.

Which was true, as the ebony haired man was leaning back on his hands, his spread legs and tight boxers leaving nothing for the viewers to imagine.

If Jack could somehow screw with the boundaries of the physical world and push himself into the computer screen to the other side, he would do it now. All lingering thoughts of anything but watching his bad boy put in a show the only thing in his mind. The muscled hand hooked around the elastic of the boxers and slowly pulled them down. Jack gave an audible groan as he saw the stunning v line come into view.

The chat was screaming and begging suggestions here and there. Mostly typical porn talk. Start touching yourself, or show us your ass.

Boring as fuck.

Jack thought for a moment and then typed out quickly.

Irishbean69: Run your fingers through ur hair, babe. Like you're the most gorgeous fucking creature alive.

Then to his shock within a couple moments Badboy4u had his right hand through his thick hair, and looking straight into the camera. Almost at him, it seemed.

The form fitting dress pants he had been wearing were starting to get a little too tight, but he is so much more focused on bad boy breaking the laws of . . everything and staring at him through the screen. His fingers hover over the keys yet again, thinking for a moment before he starts to type again.

Irishbean69: There you go baby, why don't you give a little pull? Show me those muscles of yours, make your veins bulge under your perfect fucking skin.

The man's dark eyes darted down for a moment, and when he looked back up his fingers were curling in his hair, pulling lightly at it as his eyes fluttered shut and lips parted.

It's possible that Jack's heart is beating so fast that it might just explode, but if it does he begs it to please just make it through the show. Badboy4u is in top performance tonight and when he finishes throwing his head back in the last wave of his climax, both his muscles and his audience's money was completely spent.

"Love you all," he mumbles, sleepy eyes and slightly sweaty faced to the camera. "I'll be back next week. Same time as always."

Then with a small smile and a wink, the video feed dies, and Jack is left all alone again.