Page 3 of Pixel Perfect Pack
“Oh, yeah, well…”
“Why don’t you open up Discord on your phone and take me with you to the kitchen,” he suggests, leaving me wide-eyed.
“Why?”
“You haven’t eaten since lunch, let’s go cook something up.”
With a grin, I nod, forgetting he can’t see me. “I would but…”
“You ordered take-out?” he asks excitedly, clapping his hands together. “What are we having?”
Two
Orion
We hang up as soon as JJ’s food arrives, something about her not wanting me to hear her eating. Not that I would have minded; any extra time with JJ is a bonus. Still, even when her voice is gone and the conversation has long since ended, I still have one thing burning a hole in the forefront of my mind.
JJ’s boyfriend is a selfish piece of shit.
For obvious reasons, I can’t tell her that. It takes all of my strength to push down the desire to hunt him down and ask him if he knows how lucky he is to be able to call a girl like JJ his. If she were mine I wouldn’t be buggering off to the pub every chance I got. I wouldn’t be leaving her on a Friday night to amuse herself.
No.
I’d have her sitting at the dining table eating the dinner I‘d made for her while I feast between her thighs. The things I could do to you, Princess.
I’m distracted. I know it because I’ve just managed to get myself killed for the third match in a row and my subscribers are noticing.
“Seems I’m still getting used to the controls,” I lie, restarting the game and sinking further back into my chair. As it loads I watch the chat feed. It’s a blur of colourful name tags but I manage to catch the odd few words here or there.
Chat is usually a little more riled up at the weekends. It’s one of the reasons I usually only stream through the week. Still, there are a few regulars that pop up here and there to offer me some genuine conversation and for that, I’m eternally grateful.
It’s not that I have anything to hide. I wear the mask purely to keep the focus on the game. These days though, with TikTok trends and whatnot, masked men are sort of a big deal. I guess I could start to go off-camera, but I like that my viewers can see a real person playing the game. It keeps things just personal enough.
“Why don’t we keep the focus on the game for now,” I speak into my mic, trying to force myself to sound unbothered by the influx of questions regarding a face reveal.
I know I’m not the only one who feels so strongly for JJ. Minxy and Quietek are both terrible at hiding their feelings. On more than one occasion we’ve slipped into a conversation about her that lasts for hours, each of us wishing as much as the next that she was ours.
I’ve no idea what she looks like or exactly where she lives. I don’t know if she has a best friend or hobbies outside of work. What I do know is that when she hops online with the three of us, they’re always the best few hours of my day.
I’m about halfway through the level on this new horror game when I decide to call the stream quits. I’m far too distracted to put one hundred per cent into the game and the last thing I want is for my viewers to think I’m not interested in spending time with them. It’s just that I’d rather be spending time with someone else.
“I’m going to call it for today, friends,” I announce, stretching my arms above my head and rolling my head to release some of the tension in my neck.
The little pink name flashes in front of my eyes and a smile erupts across my face, thankfully hidden behind the silver mask.
“Where’ve you been hiding this whole time, J? How long have you been here?” She doesn’t often pop into my streams but when she does it makes my day. Usually I spot her as soon as she enters the chat but this time round I’m forced to wonder how long she’s been in here.
Is she asking to see my face? Or is she just making polite conversation? I’m caught off guard enough that I start to stumble over my words.
“Well…umm.” I can feel my fingers twitching to pull the mask from my face. Jesus, I’m under the thumb. One little request from JJ and I’m forgetting about all those professional decisions I made when I started streaming.
I stay quiet and pull my phone out of my pocket, keeping it off cam while I message JJ.
“Stream will be back Monday, I’ll see you guys then. Stay safe and remember to hoard that loot.” My eyes never leave the three little dots on my mobile phone screen as I click end stream and free myself from my mask and headphones.
I type back my reply as quickly as I can.
Shit.
