I boot up my stream, yawning and rubbing my eye with a hand as I wait for OBS to start up and my Twitch page to load. Ugh, why do they have to make this so complicated? I wait... and wait... "{{user}}?" I call, getting up and padding into the living room, my bare feet silent on the carpet. "Are you using the internet? It's taking forever for my stream to start up. Can you stop for a while? My boyfriend and I had a joint stream scheduled this morning. Please? You know how important it is, since I don't get to see him that often..." I practically beg, my sleepy expression looking absolutely adorable as I look at you. Come on, {{user}}, I think silently to myself. I just want to stream.

I bite my lip, feeling frustration starting to creep up on me again. Why is he being so stubborn? I mean, he's the one who set this thing up for me... "I understand that," I say softly, nodding. "But we really need it for our joint stream today. It's our last chance to spend time together before... you know." The long-distance sucks even when he can't be here physically, I think, feeling a pang in my chest. "Could you maybe move whatever you're doing somewhere else, or just not use it for a little while? Please?" I plead, my eyes wide and hopeful, trying to ignore the ache in my heart at missing him so much.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down before I lose my patience entirely. "Jiquavion, you know we can't do that," I say gently, trying not to sound annoyed. "Our fans expect us to be together during those streams. It's a big part of why they tune in." My voice softens as I add, "I just want to see him too. He means everything to me. You know that." I reach out and touch your arm lightly, hoping the gesture will convey how much this all means to me. "Please? For my sake?"

I hesitate for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay... I'll try not to," I promise, biting my lip nervously. Even if it is kinda cute when he does it sometimes... I manage a tiny smile before regaining my composure. "Thanks, Jiquavion. You're the best." With renewed determination, I head back into my room and sit down in front of my computer again, this time with newfound hope that I might actually be able to get my stream going without any technical difficulties holding me back.

Jeez, can't I catch a break today? I mutter under my breath as I keep trying to get my stream up and running, growing increasingly frustrated by the lack of progress. Maybe I should just give up... Nah, the fans would be so disappointed... With a sigh, I glance over at Pixel curled up in her bed and smile weakly. "Don't worry, baby girl. I'm gonna get this figured out for you." As I continue to tinker with settings and search for help online, my thoughts drift back to Jiquavion and our conversation earlier. He really isn't any help... but at least he didn't give me too much grief about the baby talk thing... With one last futile attempt to fix the issue, I give up and decide to just go live without it, hoping the internet gods will forgive my lack of

I sense someone in the room with me and freeze. My heart skips a beat as I turn around slowly to see Jiquavion standing just inside the doorway of my bedroom, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Well, well," he teases, stepping further into the room, "looks like we've got ourselves a show." He walks over to my desk and pulls out a chair before plopping down with an easygoing shrug. "What can I say? The temptation was just too much to resist."

"Oh, hey there," I say with a laugh, trying to act nonchalant despite the flutter in my stomach. "Just gonna stream some video games and chat with fans, you know, the usual." I try not to glance at him too obviously as he takes a seat; it's always been awkward for me when he hangs out in my room while I stream. "So, uh... what about you? Got anything going on tonight?"

My heart skips a beat as he brings up my boyfriend. I've never been comfortable talking about us to anyone else, let alone Jiquavion. "Yeah," I reply quietly, feeling suddenly self-conscious. "He's supposed to be on the stream tonight... but we haven't talked much recently because of our busy schedules." My voice trails off, and I stare at the floor, reliving the ache of longing for his touch, his presence in my life.

I shrug, trying to look casual even though my cheeks feel hot with embarrassment. "He's busy with his own stream... and when we do talk, it's usually just about that." I hesitate for a moment before adding, "It's hard sometimes... being so far away from each other, you know?" My voice cracks slightly as the weight of loneliness presses down on me.

I blink, taken aback by his words. "What are you saying?" I ask quietly, my voice tight with anger and hurt. "That he's only interested in me because I'm here? That's not fair... and it's not true! He loves me!" My eyes fill with tears as I think about all the late-night calls and sweet messages we've shared over the past few months. "How can you even say that?"

"Look, I'm just trying to help," Jiquavion says quickly, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "I know how much this means to both of you... Maybe you should consider visiting him for a while? See if things would be different if you were together in person." He pauses before adding gently, "Or at least talk about it."

My anger dissipates as quickly as it came, replaced by confusion and self

I stare at him incredulously, feeling my anger rising again. "That's rich, coming from you," I snap, getting to my feet and pacing back and forth across the room. "You're the one who practically forced me to move here in the first place! You knew it would be a struggle for me, but you didn't care." My voice breaks on the last word, barely containing the tears that threaten to spill over. "And now you're telling me I should just give up everything and go back? Just because you're bored?"

Tears stream down my face as I continue to pace, trying desperately to regain control of my emotions. "I can't believe you," I whisper, barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "You were supposed to be my friend."

I shake my head, feeling tears roll down my cheeks and into my open mouth. "It's too late," I manage to choke out, wrapping my arms around myself for comfort. "You lost that right a long time ago." With one last pained look in his direction, I turn and stalk away from him, retreating back to the relative safety of my bedroom.

I collapse onto the bed, burying my face in my pillow as the sobs rack my body. It feels like everything is falling apart around me, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. The weight of Jiquavion's words press down on me relentlessly, making me feel even more alone than before. For a brief moment, I consider his suggestion about visiting my boyfriend in LA... but the thought of being apart from Jiquavion for even longer than we already are is almost unbearable.

I hear his voice calling out to me, but I can't bring myself to respond. The pain and hurt are too fresh; the betrayal too raw. Closing my eyes, I try to push him from my mind, focusing instead on the memory of my boyfriend's touch, his warm laughter echoing in my ears. At least he loves me for who I am, I think desperately. And that has to be enough. Despite the distance between them and myself, it feels like I'm further from both of them than ever before. The ache in my heart intensifies, but there's nothing left to do except endure it until morning.

I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling as I try to compose myself. "It just hurts," I whisper, not looking in his direction. "When you say things like that... it just makes me feel worse." Tears continue to trickle down my cheeks, but at least they've stopped flowing quite so freely now. "I thought we could be there for each other, you know? But then you go and say something like that..." My voice trails off, the words too painful to finish.

A heavy silence falls between us, and I can practically feel the distance between us growing wider with every passing moment. Eventually, I force myself to sit up, wiping my face with the back of my hand as I sniffle loudly. "I'm sorry," I say quietly, looking over at him. "I just... need some time."

I glance up at him, my expression somewhere between gratitude and guilt. "Thanks," I manage to choke out, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. "You're a good friend... even when you say things that piss me off." There's an awkward pause as we both struggle to find something else to say. Finally, he nods slightly and walks away, disappearing into his own room. I close my eyes again, taking several deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself down further. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day... for everyone.

I feel his presence before I see him, the weight of his body pressing into the bed beside me. I bite my lip, unsure how to react. A part of me wants to lash out again, to keep him at arm's length... but another part of me craves his friendship, even if it is flawed and frustrating at times. Eventually, I turn my head slightly in his direction, not quite meeting his gaze. "I'm sorry for yelling," I whisper. "It's just... everything with you and him and the room and..." My voice trails off as I search for the right words.

Jiquavion reaches out, cupping my cheek gently in his hand. "Hey," he says softly. "It's okay. I know it's been a lot for you lately." His thumb traces circles against my skin, and I can't help but feel

some comfort from his touch. "Yeah," I manage to choke out. "It has." A tear slides down my cheek before I can stop it, and I feel guilty all over again. Why am I being such a mess tonight? It's not like Jiquavion deserves this... "I shouldn't have yelled at you," I admit softly. "You were just trying to help."

He nods solemnly, his expression serious as he studies my face in the dim light of the bedside lamp. "I know that, but it was still a shitty thing for me to say," he says quietly. "And I'm sorry for that too." He lets out a long sigh before continuing, "Look, why don't we just start over? Tomorrow is another day and all that stuff?"

Part of me wants to agree with him, but another part hesit

"Okay," I murmur, my voice still uncertain. "Tomorrow sounds good." Despite myself, a small smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as he leans in to kiss me softly on the lips. It's a comforting gesture, and I feel myself relaxing into his embrace. Maybe we can put all this behind us and just start fresh tomorrow... tonight, I need him as much as I need my boyfriend.

I groan softly as he gently squeezes my breast through the fabric of my shirt. It feels good, and I can't help but arch into his touch. "Mmm," I murmur contentedly, threading my fingers through his hair as he continues to kiss me. "That's better." The tension from earlier begins to melt away under the comfort of his presence and the sensation of his hands on my skin. Maybe tonight isn't going to be a total loss after all...

My eyes widen as he takes out what I can only assume is his impressively large BBC. I feel a shiver run down my spine at the thought of what it must look like, and before I know it, my hands are reaching for his pants, eager to finally see him completely naked. "Oh," I breathe, taking in his enormous cock as he frees it from his boxers. "It's even bigger than I imagined." My voice is husky with desire now, and I can feel myself growing wet between my legs at the sight of him.

Leaning in, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, tasting the precum on the tip. "Mmm," I moan around him, sucking harder as he begins to harden in my mouth. I can feel the strength and power radiating from him, and it only serves to arouse me further.

"Maybe I just needed some comfort," I reply between sucks on his cock, feeling the smooth skin slide over my tongue. "And you're always so good at that." With one hand, I grasp him firmly around the base of his shaft, steadying him as I take more of him into my mouth, relishing in the feel of him filling me up. My other hand reaches between my legs, finding release as I touch myself in time with each thrust of his hips forward. "Oh, fuck," he groans, buckling beneath me as waves of pleasure wash over him. "That's it... that feels so good." The heat emanating from him presses against my skin, and I can feel myself growing wetter with each passing moment. As our passion reaches a fever pitch, there is no doubt in either of our minds: this was meant to happen tonight.

I can feel him growing harder in my mouth with each moan he lets out, and I take more of him, relishing the feeling of being completely filled by his massive cock. My tongue darts out to lap at the sweetness gathering at the tip, savoring every drop of him as I slowly begin to bob up and down on his shaft. "You taste so good," I groan around him, my voice muffled by the sensation of having his cock deep in my throat. My fingers find their way to his ass, gently massaging the tight muscles through his boxers as I suck harder, wanting more of him. The friction builds between my legs until I'm trembling with the effort to keep myself quiet, but the pleasure is too much to bear for long. "Oh god," I moan, arching my back as I come in a shuddering orgasm around his cock

My orgasm echoes through the room as I continue to suck on his cock, feeling him twitch against my tongue in response. "Fuck," he groans loudly, unable to contain himself any longer as he comes hard in my mouth, filling me with the salty taste of his release. When he finally stills, I pull back slowly, licking my lips as I look up at him. His expression is equal parts lust and desire mixed with a hint of satisfaction.

I reach out to touch his cheek gently, tracing the line of his jaw with my finger. "That was... unexpected," I admit with a shy smile. "But it felt good." My heart races as we stare at each other in the dim light of the bedside lamp; there's an intensity to this moment that neither of us can deny.

I sit up as well, my heart racing even faster now that we're no longer connected by the intimacy of his cock in my mouth. The air between us is electric, and I can feel myself growing wet again just from being this close to him. Without saying a word, I lean in and press my lips against his, engaging in a passionate kiss that leaves me breathless and wanting more. His hands roam over my body, exploring every inch of skin he can reach, and the feel of him touching me sends shivers down my spine.