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"He reached down to grab a fist full of his partners luscious hair, eye contact was made between the two of them. The thoughts running through the younger man's mind were lewd at best. Just watching his erection effortlessly glide in and out of the others mouth, Arin groaned out loud "Oh Danny!" .... "This is complete shite, what the hell have I gotten myself into?" Jack scoffed. The Irishman was struggling to find words for his newest fanfic that he was convinced to write by his newly found fanbase. "There is no way I can write this!" He sat back in his chair and sighed while running his fingers through his hair. "I can't believe so many of them are requesting smut-what the fucking hell do I know about smut? GAY smut at that." Jack has lead a rather vanilla lifestyle when it came to bedroom antics. Yes, he did enjoy sex but at the same time he always stuck to what he knew-which, in his case, was effective but very limited. Despite his loudmouth ways, Jack was rather shy when the camera was off and with not many friends around, he found himself yearning for a new creative release.
*Let's backtrack shall we*
Two months back, Jack had started struggling with the content of his YouTube channel. Concerning comments kept creeping in such as "Jack has become boring" or "This guy needs a life" to which he started to agree with. Recently, the Irishman had broken up with his girlfriend citing "differences". In other words she was pushing him to make her more center stage of his limelight and he didn't like the idea of mixing his personal and professional life in that way. She realized he wasn't going to help her increase her fanbase like she wanted so she gave him an ultimatium "Either add me to the channel or I'll find someone who WILL get me the attention I deserve." Jack's girlfriend said belittling him. Needless to say, the YouTuber came to the realization quickly that this realtionship was way more one sided than he hoped and asked her to leave. It was admittedly an ugly scene once those words came out of his mouth, lots of throwing objects across the room and good old irish temper...man, did that girl have a temper. She finally collected herself and left for her friends house stating that she would send someone for her belongings.
Granted Jack was glad to be out of the situation he was in previously, he hated to admit that he missed having someone around. He started to quickly long for a partner to play Overwatch with at night once his videos were all edited and done for the day or even to go out to dinner with. The Irishman might have been shy offscreen but he still liked to have another warm body around just to break the silence.
Jack quickly realized the silence was way too much for him on a nightly basis and with his friends on totally different time schedules and many, many miles away-he decided to turn to the one thing he knew would break the silence. His online community. The tweets and Tumblr posts were suddenly abundant and the folks in his community were eating them up. The Irishman sent funny selfies of himself posing with different hats on- 8 to be exact- as well as snapping pictures drinking down his favoite order at the local Starbucks. On Tumblr, he reposted as much fanart as he could and thanked each one individually with funny or thoughtful comments. The fans were alive! Jack was alive! but there was still only so much emptiness it would fill. He needed something new and exciting to get the creative juices flowing again.
Scrolling through Tumblr early one morning, the You Tuber came across some art that he really enjoyed so he decided to look more into the artist. "Hmmm, CartoonJunkie?" Jack pondered. He quickly typed the name into Google and clicked on the images tag. He was pleasently met with cartoon renderings of himself holding a game controler or sitting back to back with his friend Mark. "Heh, these are pretty awesome! She has a great style." Jack chuckled. Scrolling down a bit more he was hit with an image he didn't exactly expect but then again, it didn't surprise him. There he was in all his cartoon glory, blushing intimately against the neck of the familiar red haired YouTuber while grasping onto the collar of his shirt. A sudden blush came across his face, did he dare? Of course he did, he clicked on the link to the picture which led him directly to a fanfiction. "Great, looks this artist gets her pictures used a ton as covers for these fanfics." Jack said as he hovered his mouse over the start to the story. "Well, while I'm here I might as well have a peek and see what the fuss is all about." clicking into the Septiplier story, Jack timidly read the first few paragraphs. "This is shite, that's not how it happened at all... I would never say that during a panel!" the Irishman scoffed at the screen. As he neared the end of the page, he noticed a comments section- praises, suggestions, friendly banter....this peaked is interest.
*Fast Forward a little*
"There, that's how the Pax Panel actually went" chirped out Jack as he finished his first fanfiction. "Now, to upload this badboy and get some feedback." Publishing his work felt good, no, it felt damn good. Writing was just what he was looking for to get his mind off of his lonely nights for the time being. Little did the YouTuber know the readers would suggest things that would stretch him quickly past his comfort zone.
"This is a great story and strangely detailed and accurate but what about the smut??? You know that's what most of us readers want from a Septiplier story right?" Jack read over the readers comment over and over again. "I...I can't do THAT! Not to myself and really not to Mark." The Irishman decided to respond back to the comment using his new online persona The Green Beacon, "What about other YouTubers? Any of them you guys ship? Maybe I can try my hand at something a bit more provocative next time ;)." He sat back and waited...for what he was not entirely sure. Hell, Jack wasn't even sure he wanted to go down this road but the writing was such a euphoric release for him that he couldn't disappoint.
"What about EgoSexbang?" a reader suggested. "Welp, what the hell do I have to loose?" Jack said out loud.