It Will NOT Compute!.. Will It?..

LiveStreamin' & Day Dreamin'

<Narrorator POV>

"Do you really think that our fans will like this Bodil?", questioned the confused Simon. The older Bulgarian turned, and gave him a sarcastic glare followed up with his genuine smile.

"Of course, Simon. Why wouldn't they? Haven't you seen the comment section on your video? They're bursting with excitement!"

The smaller male seemed to loosen up a bit. He's neve tried anything like this with anyone. This was whole new soft/hardware, really expensive ones too! Simon just carefully watched Martin set up the whole thing, not wanting to ruin something or get in his way.

"And Simon? Please stop calling me 'Bodil' and say my real name for once.." Martin stated.

The pale male was used to calling Martin by his screen for so long. He didn't think it would bother him that much in reality.

'I guess it was awkward to be called that when you're standing right next to him.'

"Are you almost done, Martin ?" Simon questioned, adding emphasis on his Mexican sounding name. The busy Bulgarian didn't reply, due to holding some cables in his mouth. Simon made himself believe that Martin was ignoring him, making him feel upset with a hint of emptiness.

"Ooookay", Simon muttered, and turned away, inspecting the room they were in. It was rather dull room, with beige walls. Luckily, there was some Minecraft merch in there, such as posters. Even his special 1 Million hits poster was on there!

There we some clothes scattered across the floor, which was pretty normal for an average males' bedroom. Shirts, socks, pants.. Boxers? Plain black boxers were peeping through from under a pile of graphic T's. This made Simon extremely uncomfortable, but a small tingle lingered in his stomach which he chose to ignore.

He wondered if he should make a ruckus about it behind the scenes which ment now, or in the middle of the live stream. The longer he thought about it, the more of his time decreased.

'If I record this with my phone, I can maybe use it to make him stop being such a jerk to me..'

Simon skittered to the corner of the room, and placed his phone on a semi-high shelf. The shelf had some old college books, and a couple of Minecraft mob plushies that were made to make it look like they were sitting on the edge of the shelf. He carefully placed his phone in between some plushies, and made it slightly lean onto the books for some support. He then pressed record, and whispered close to the camera, "Let Hell Rain Upon Us."

Now backing away from it, Simon gestured, or at least tried to, that they were inside Bodil40's room. He then demonstrated to wait for a quick second, and disappeared out of the frame. A couple moments later, Simon appeared again with a black item wadded up in his hand. He hurriedly unwadded the cloth, and revealed that it was someone's undergarments. Simon pointed attune boxers, then pointed at the busy Martin, that was still trying to organize all the messy cables.

He had to think for a bit. Should he troll him right now? He should, since the camera is rolling already.

"Martin! Are you almost done yet?", Simon questioned as he folded up the boxers and shoved them into his back pocket.

The other Bulgarian slurred his best into the cables, "No Shimon, I'm not."

The male that was up to no good walked over to Bodil40's bed, and threw himself on it, now lying down, as well as feeling down.

The tingly feeling seemed to have gotten stronger when he caught the scent of Martin's musk on his bed. Simon didn't know why, but he seemed to enjoy it.

'Simon don't think like that! That's really gay!' His conscious was screeching out. His mind began to work itself out, simply followed what the body felt, and ignored the frustrated conscious.

Surprisingly, He completely forgot about the camera..

"You're taking so long though!!" Simon playfully whined, but once again, he was ignored.

'Maybe If I get under his skin, he'll maybe give me the slightest attention.' He thought.

"Martin? People think that your name specifically means 'cactus' right? Even though they're off.."

"Mmmmmhmmm...?"

He then began to curiously pronounce 'cactus' in various strange ways.

"Cahctus? Ca-a-actous.. Curctus!.... Cocktus?"

Simon the snorted, only realizing that he found a new nickname for his Bulgarian friend.

Martin pleaded, still with a slur, "Plesh don't ever call me that, Shimon."

The other didn't even bother to reply, only because he couldn't make a promise that he could easily break. Simon simply just began to move, and shuffle around the bed. After a full 5 minutes of feeling uncomfortable in the positions he laid in, he unexpectedly rolled of the bed, landing with a loud thump.

"Oomf! Ow.."

Simon then rolled towards Martin's legs, and places his head in between the others feet.

"Cocktus.." He whispered, sounding slightly seductive but not easily recognizable. He also tried his best not to burst out in laughter and tears.

Once again, the tingle came back in his stomach, but it spread in between his thighs also. He tried his best to ignore it, and try to humiliate Bodil40 as much as he could. Martin then removed the the last cable from his mouth, and plugged it in to the correct hole.

He looked down at Simon and said, "If you don't get out of there, I will make you suck my cocktus, Mr. Ivanov."

Simon slightly hesitated to move, but then challenged him by saying, "Try me, you naughty Bodil-ie."

Martin didn't even reply, due to being speechless from his best friends' reply. The Bulgarian that was lying on the floor then placed his hands onto Martin's calves, and slowly slid his hands up.

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A/N: Bet Ya' Didn't Expect THAT Ending, Did Ya'? Anyways, Sorry for the Short Update. Well, it Looks Small to Me Because I am Using An iPad. Anyways, Hopefully You Enjoyed This Chapter!

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