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Luo Binghe sighed poutily as his favorite e-boy wrapped up another fantastic stream. Peerless Cucumber has been streaming for only a few months now but had completely captured his heart.
Binghe himself had started out with cam work but had recently made the break into film. His first blockbuster had premiered four months ago, and feeling nostalgic he'd logged onto his old streaming platform and Peerless Cucumber had caught his eye. It was pretty embarrassing to admit, but he bore a shocking resemblance to one of Binghe's AWFUL (but yeah, kinda hot) high school teachers.
Cucumber was stunning. He only wore some light makeup, a light pastel sweater that hung past whatever shorts (if any) he had underneath, and a sleek, jet black wig that made his light eyes pop in contrast. And the stream was so cute! Cucumber treated it like a casual hangout with his viewers. He started off chatting and responding to chat questions while playing some online game wasn't familiar with before he started taking more sensual questions and requests. It made it feel like an actual date and sent Binghe's heart fluttering.
And it was even more embarrassing to admit after watching the entire two-hour stream he immediately found his bastard freshman English teacher on Facebook and quickly found a picture of Mr. Shen Jiu scowling into the camera with the most gorgeous man Binghe had ever seen, beaming flush-faced beside him with an obnoxiously large martini and the simple comment "Happy 21st to my baby brother." His younger brother was named Shen Yuan.
Peerless Cucumber.
Now Binghe wasn't STALKING him per se. But they did have the same hometown. So on occasion, he has had the opportunity to... run into Shen Yuan... after extensive trial and error deducing Shen Yuan's favorite coffee shop when he mentioned on stream that his favorite hobby was going out to read at a local spot.
Regardless, that was the extent of their relationship for now. The occasional friendly conversation at Qing Jing Coffee and then Binghe pouring hundreds of dollars into each stream.
And so Binghe lingered wistfully as Shen Yuan bid his final farewells and other viewers dropped off. But Binghe would wait until the last moment when Shen Yuan cut the connection. But then the familiar motion of Shen Yuan reaching for the laptop to end the stream was momentarily paused when a doorbell rang in the background. Shen Yuan's head turned off-screen, and Binghe watched as his finger pressed down on the laptop... but the stream didn't end. Did he miss the button?
Shen Yuan hopped up and rushed off-camera, but the microphone still clearly picked up his voice as he opened a door in the distance. "What the hell? You know I stream until 10 on Tuesdays."
"Isn't it 11?" A squeaky voice Binghe didn't recognize chimed.
"No, dumbass. The time change was like three days ago. How do you function?"
“I was feeling inspired. I finished two whole arcs, I need you to edit. I brought KFC and cake.”
“What kind of cake.”
It better be strawberry, Binghe thought idly.
“Strawberry.” The unknown voice announced proudly.
“You may enter.”
There was shuffling in the background as whoever it was entered Shen Yuan’s apartment. “Can I wear the wig?”
“No. You’d look better in the bangs.”
“You just want to hide my face.” The mystery man huffed.
“Airplane, don’t reject my rare kindness.” Shen Yuan responded irritably. “I mean it, it rounds out your face. It’s cute.”
“My face is already round.”
“Which is why it would look terrible in this wig.”
“Broooooo.”
“Go put it on, I’m not going to give you this one.”
“Ass.” Suddenly a small figure crossed the screen, stomping over to the wardrobe in the back corner. The movement was so quick and unexpected Luo Binghe did not get the chance to get a good glimpse at the stranger’s face, and now his back was facing the camera as he opened the wardrobe to reveal some of Shen Yuan’s favorite streaming outfits and toys hanging from its doors. It was honestly exciting to see. Cucumber rarely needed to open it during his streams since he usually had whatever he planned to use for the night out and prepped. Seeing the options of lingerie Shen Yuan hadn’t streamed in yet… well Binghe certainly knew he’d have some new requests for the next stream.
He glanced down at the sidebar listing his fellow viewers. Most had left as Shen Yuan said goodbyes, but three other regulars were still lurking along with him. Martial Sword, Liu Su Mian Hua and King of Ice. Binghe frowned petulantly, wishing he could kick them all out for intruding on Shen Yuan’s private life.
Like he was doing.
O.k. so a little hypocritical.
Regardless, turning his attention back to the screen Airplane had donned the wig but was now digging through Shen Yuan’s drawers. It was quiet for the moment as Shen Yuan presumably ate off camera and the stranger dug through his drawers until a snort interrupted the quiet.
Airplane whirled around. The wig really did suit his face, though the bangs were definitely too long. The bangs hung over his eyes, which might actually be a fun gimmick for a camboy—Binghe wondered if this man streamed as well. The sleek brown hair was short, curling in slightly at his chin, highlighting the sweet roundness of his cheeks creating a cute almost hamster-like image. Far too innocent looking to be waving around Cucumber’s largest dildo, a deep green, 8-inch beast. Just the sight of it reminded Binghe of the last time Cucumber had pulled it out for a stream and—
“Is this seriously your biggest?”
A fried wing came flying in from off-camera and Airplane squeaked when he got nailed in the chest by the greasy projectile. “We aren’t all size queens, whore.” Shen Yuan snapped.
“Bro,” Airplane whined looking at the grease stain on his sweatshirt. “Look what you did!”
“You deserved it.”
“Well, then I’ll just keep raiding your closet.” Airplane snapped, whipping off his sweatshirt as he turned back to the wardrobe, just barely depriving the small audience of his bare chest for his bareback.
“Don’t you dare!” Shen Yuan snapped, suddenly rushing across the screen. With one hand slammed the wardrobe shut and the other shoved Airplane to the bed. Shen Yuan turned toward the splayed-out Airplane on the bed.
Binghe held his breath. Now, what!? Would they—
*DING* The familiar automated chime of an announcement rang as the banner Congratulations. King of Ice has made a $500 donation scrolled across the screen.
Airplane and Cucumber froze, both heads snapping towards the open laptop in surprise.
“Shit.”
In a split-second, Shen Yuan crossed the room and slammed the laptop closed and the stream cut out.
With a groan, Luo Binghe dropped his head to his desk. Curse you King of Ice whoever you are. Although he was a regular he rarely made requests and he’d never made such an exorbitant donation before. Luo Binghe had easily been the biggest donor and he had no intention of sharing that position.
Looking down at his tented pants he sighed. He was going to take care of himself again.
Three days later, on Friday night, Binghe eagerly awaited Cucumber to open his stream and was pleasantly surprised to find two figures on the screen. This time, Airplane had been fully made over. He wore the same cute little wig mostly hiding his eyes and drew all attention to his blushing red round cheeks and blue painted lips that matched his lacey blouse. The blouse tucked into a pair of high-waisted, itty-bitty shorts, but only a few inches of plump thighs were able to squeeze out between the bottom of the shorts and the top of lace fringed thigh-highs. Cucumber looked as gorgeous as ever, with his sharp eyeliner and contoured cheeks making him emphasizing his confident peerless beauty. The tight green crop top he wore was actually one of his signature outfits, being his classic color and offering a flirty cut out of his chest. His long, thin legs were wrapped in fishnet stockings that disappeared up into his own tight pair of high-waisted shorts that highlighted the tapered thinness of his waist.
Together the two were a delightful contrast. One tall, sharp and elegant, and the other sweet, soft and cute.
Before Cucumber could even introduce his guest,
*DING* Congratulations. King of Ice has made a $500 donation.
Binghe tensed. Quickly firing off his own donation.
*DING* Congratulations. Heavenly Demon has made a $501 donation.
“Wow, what a great way to start off a stream.” Cucumber beamed and Luo Binghe’s heart stuttered. “Thank you, King of Ice and Heavenly Demon. Today my friend Airplane will be joining me.”
“Hi!” Airplane squeaked shyly.
*DING* Congratulations. King of Ice has made a $500 donation.
And Binghe suddenly understood, nodding approvingly. Very good. King of Ice could be Airplane’s biggest fan. No one would challenge Binghe’s place as Cucumber’s most faithful supporter.
This would certainly be an interesting stream.