So Sjin and Sips, these really gay YouTuber's you might know, have been friends since childhood- and they're super close. Like so close you could just,, give a little nudge, and they'd bump into each other and in 9 months you'd have a little Sjips baby. I'm here to give that nudge.
Read my story if you'd like, it's gay, I'm semi okay at writing, and I've devoted the past 4 years of my life developing these two knuckleheads into realistic adaptations.
Full credit of the cover goes to the one and only: https://twitter.com/ttobeeb
Disclaimer: I am in no way, shape, or form, associated with the Yogscast. The closest I've gotten is buying their merch, and I'm pretty sure that doesn't count. So anyways. This isn't actually a real story, and I don't mean any harm to Sips, Sjin, their characters, and anyone else I portray in this story. This is just for the entertainment of me, and any other thirsty fan that happens by.
"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck.
"I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me.
"What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin.
"Who cares."
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Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things.
- YOP