Games We Play

Rye looks out across the crowd and knows full well how many eyes are on them. He can't even begin to count the number of cameras focused on them, but knows every second of that footage will quickly be picked over and analyzed carefully. He knows that this exact moment will spread like wildfire across their social media fan base. He knows all this and smiles wickedly before nosing into Andy's sweat damp hair, his mouth catching on the shell of his ear. "That was sick, babe."

It's their own fault. They've always pushed the boundaries with this 'Randy' stuff, but the fans all seem to enjoy it so much, who are they to deny them? Plus there's always that jolt of excitement, the thrill of getting away with something so naughty and so yet completely innocent.

Until it's not.