ONE - CAMERON

𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 and he'd always taken precautions not to show his face on camera. He wore a mask to keep from having his identity exposed just like Ezra and Mykal had been doing. He'd never slipped--not 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 in a year and half. He and his friends had been doing videos separately--and even had co-starred in scenes with each other before during cam shows when a high-paying subscriber to both of their accounts requested it. They also sometimes did it just because, but that was rather infrequent because none of them wanted to ruin their friendship.

After having spent their entire lives together, nothing was more important to them all than their friendship. As such, they were forbidden to fall in love with each other and they were careful to avoid any complicated feelings like that. They wanted to be partners in crime, so to speak, not romantic partners.

Ezra was the reckless, out-spoken, always-stirring-the-pot, chaos bringer and Mykal was the blunt, quick-tempered, semi-jock who was never quite manage to learn when to shut the hell up. Regardless of the fact that they were both polar opposites, the pair's love-language seemed to be picking on each other. And then there was Cameron. Cameron was the designated driver, the one who tried and sometimes (but not often) managed to wrangle Ezra and Mykal. Where most people wouldn't assume Ezra's flamboyance and Mykal's bluntness and inability to keep his mouth close would clash-but it was actually the opposite.

Alone, neither were particularly harmful. Ezra was always making innuendos and flirting with random guys just for fun, and Mykal was broody and staring off into space or getting into vocal altercations with people who are brave enough to sit around him. Together, they become a duo that loves to create chaos. If left to their own devices, devastation usually was pretty quick to follow.

Cameron still had nightmares about the pranks the two had pulled when they went to summer camp. Their parents had accidentally sent them to a summer camp for a week, and when they were loaded onto the buses, Cameron was on bus A and they were on bus B. That shouldn't have been a problem, however, they ended up making a pit stop for a bathroom and a snack break.

Cameron had slept through the pit stop, and Mykal and Ezra had started scheming. They loaded up on twenty-five cent cans of sodon, and one dollar bags of chips and candies, and when they got to the camp, they ended up almost starting a serious war between the two camp counselors who had stepped away for thirty seconds to do something that was so stupid and pointless Cameron couldn't even remember what it was. But, the important details are: Within the time it took them to leave, grab something or do some very menial task, and then return, Ezra and Mykal had basically given all the young children free rein to drink and eat the sugary, caffeinated products until their heart content.

Both of their counselors had freaked out because when they returned there were like fifty kids with sugar highs running around two hundred acres of woods in the middle of nowhere and there were only two counselors currently present. More had been on the way, but they were like an hour away. Nobody died, but Cameron had been wrangling children he hadn't ever met before. All three of them were older children, nine to ten years old approximately, but most of the other children there were so young, it seemed likely they had probably never had sugar before.

Ensue complete and total chaotic mosery that involved a lot of running, chasing, swimming, climbing and in many cases, a lot of 'na-na-na you can't catch me's'. It was an hour of utter and horrific helter-skelter with two panicked and ill prepared counselors and the older children trying to contain at least forty-five overactive, caffeine jacked toddlers who were out for blood. It would forever haunt him, even if it sounded a little silly to his adult self. It was then that the three vowed to always be friends so that Cameron could ensure the two wouldn't cause more chaos. So it was safe to say, Cameron usually erred on the side of caution. He was slightly calculated and reserved on his every-day life. He didn't really stand up for himself, but that seemed rather unimportant in the grand scheme of things. He was the voice of reason, the last one that any of them had expected to make a mistake. But oh 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 he'd made a mistake.

He'd made the mistake when someone tipped him well over three grand. He was mid-bounce on a sizeable dildo, thighs shaking and eyes slightly blurry--one of the wonderful perks of having an amazon wish list was gifted toys of varied sizes--and when he had seen the amount flash across the screen his heart had 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 stopped for a minute and he absolutely 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 accidentally stumble to lean forward and check his name so that he could thank him and somehow manage to pull his mask 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧 in the middle of streaming. He'd quickly replaced it on his face and thanked his lovely customer and managed to finish the stream. He didn't want the mysterious donor to think he'd simply taken his money and was leaving.

But not that he was sitting in his room, thinking back over the day he felt like a complete and utter fool. The mask isn't supposed to come off, but he'd pull it down. His own father could be sent pictures or even just word of mouth alone would hold some credit with him if it was enough people. Though he doubted that anyone his father knew was watching his streams, and it was even more unlikely that one of them would feel so victimized by founding out it was him that they'd go and tattle to his father... but what if?

He'd be shunned by his entire family if it got out, and he wasn't sure he was ready for that. He'd been expecting it, but... still. It was nerve-wracking, and he hated it. Why should he, an adult, have to think about whether or not his parent would abandon him for making money? He wasn't actually selling himself, he wasn't doing anything illegal! He was a grown man, so what if he was stripping and masturbating on camera? He tossed himself back on his bed and heaved a sigh of exhaustion.

He had made a major mistake by showing his face, but he was so caught out by the 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 that the guy had tipped him. He was a first-time viewer, and his only tips that'd ever been over a thousand had been from weekly watchers who got their taxes back and wanted to splurge on him. It was arare occurrence, which was why he was so surprised. And that wasn't just 'pocket change' even for him, especially since his father had cut his allowance in half when he'd left from home. Perhaps the guy would send him a message and ask for some of it back because he's accidentally put an extra zero, or maybe he'd just watch and planned not to return so he was like fuck it?

Well, there was no real reason for him to worry about it right now.

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The next two days of streaming were similarly profitable for him, and it didn't seem that anyone had noticed his slip--at least no one in his stream commented about it. That was a relief, it meant that he could at least push the thought away for the moment. It was a relief that he'd be able to continue on without having to explain anything to his father. He was sure at least some of the hundred of viewers had seen him, but it didn't seem like anything had come out of it. Mr. Three-thousand (otherwise known as 'ArtisticControl') came back both days and left him 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 money. A lot more money. He was practically rolling in money now and really wanted to go shopping. His phone dinged loudly and he grabbed it off of his nightstand and opened it up, seing that someone had bought almost everything on his amazon wishlist for him.

His eyes widened in surprise and he pursed his lips a bit. Was it tax season already? For real, what were these men doing to get that much expandable income? Eh, he really didn't care that much. Where they got the money didn't really concern him all that much he guessed... but this was odd. Was it ArtisticControl? He'd already given him like eleven thousand dollars in three days so... 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦?

Well, he'd bought everything that he'd really wanted off of Amazon, even the non-sexual stuff. Bath bombs, lotions, body washes, cute little outfits he used when he did question and answers videos... he was stocked for at least four months on everything that he needed for his streams. That was cool, he guessed. He wasn't one to turn down gifts, especially from someone who seemed to have money to burn. He glanced at the time on his phone and wrenched himself up out of bed and sighed. He lost track of time thinking and was late to meet Ezra and Mykal.

He quickly grabbed his keys and darted out of his room, heading through his apartment and straight out the door towards the coffee shop he was meeting his friends at. He couldn't help but be excited, he wanted to invite them to go shopping since he had so much money. He had enough money that they could all at least buy some new clothes for parties. He wondered when the next frat party was, it'd been a while since he'd gotten completely wastedand partied.

It took approximately fifteen minutes to walk from his apartment to the coffee shop, but thanks to running he got there in about half of that. He wasn't really looking where he was going at all, because he was already late and didn't want to hold them up any longer. His body collided with someone else and he was pushed backward, landing straight on his ass with a grunt. When he looked up, he found himself face to face with a black-haired man in a neatly pressed business suit, silver-framed glassess on his nose, and a shocked expression on his face before he smirked, his eyes looking over his face a scrutinizing way. Cameron blushed brightly, his eyes widening a little.

𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, he tought as his heart sputtered in his chest. This man was 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴. His skin was tanned, his black hair was perfectly slicked back, his eyes were brown and he could see a flicker of amusement flicker in his eyes. The man towered over him, his muscles obvious even through his suit. He radiated power and control. "Do I know you from somewhere? " The guy asked, surprise overtaking his face as his eyes scaned Cameron's face. Cameron's heart leaped in his chest and he immediately stood up and put his hands up as if he were being threatened.

"N-No I'm so sorry, I-I wasn't looking where I was going and--" He started off on a long spiel about how he'd been in a huge hurry, was late and his friends were waiting on him. He'd tended to ramble a lot when he was nervous and his heart was practically about to beat out of his chest. This man was too attractive for him to even be able to meet his eyes properly. He was sure that he was just wasting the poor man's time but once he opened his mouth, it was impossible for him to shut it again.

"Ah, I see, " The man said, a look of remembrance crossing his face that made Cameron pause his rambling and gulp. There was something about the look in his eye that told him 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸. He couldn't explain it, maybe it was the way the man's eyes seemed to run over his body, or maybe the spark in his eyes, Cameron didn't know.

"See what? " Cameron squeaked nervously, and the man waved his hand and pulled out a cigarette, and started walking away form the coffee shop. "W-Wait but--" Cameron called, but the man barely paused to toss a look over his shoulder that was coated in amusement.

"I appear to be out of time. I'm sure that we'll see each other later. Bye Cam. " He said with a teasing smirk, and Cameron's eyes widened and he was stunned silent. What the hell was he going to do now? There was no doubt now that he'd guessed his name, he 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 knew what Cameron was doing. But he may have seen his social media or something-- though that was 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 unlikely. Cameron's personal account was only opened for people be followed and had maybe a hundred and fifty people on it. All of them were people from college and from high school. No one was that much older than him.

The only other place he could've seen him was his cam show. "Cameron, what the hell are ya doin' out here? " Mykal asked as he pushed the door to the coffee shop open and wrapped his arm around Cameron's shoulder, a teasing smile on his face. "Are ya lost or high? " He continued, and Cameron shook his head.

"No, but... " Cameron trailed off, staring off in the direction the man had walked off in. "D-Did you see the guy I was talking to? " Cameron asked, shaking his head and pushing Mykal away from him with a scowl. "Don't touch me you asshole, " Cameron said and Mykal made a show of putting on a wounded expression for a second before he burst out laughing. Cameron cringed, taking a moment to wonder why he was still friends with Mykal. Oh yeah, because despite bickering he loved Mykal.

"You mean that guy who you practically assaulted in broad daylight because you zoned out again and were running late? " Ezra said, raising and eyebrow. "Yeah, everyone saw you plow right into him and proceed to stare at him with hearts in your eyes, " Ezra said with an amused smile taking over his face.

"It was adorable watchin' ya get all starry-eyed and drooly. " Mykal poked and Cameron frowned.

"Fuck both of you, I hate you, " Cameron said, scowling at them both.

"You already have. " Ezra said at the same time as Mykal said "Aww, we love ya too, " and Cameron sighed deeply and shook his head. As much as they pissed him off, he loved them too, he was just too sidetracked to enjoy joking around with them today. He couldn't think about anything other than those deep brown eyes seemingly looking 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 him, teasing him with subtleties and hinting at knowing more than he let on. Cameron was captivated.

"My coffee is going to get hot, " Ezra said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Let's go, " He said, and Cameron paused to glance back down the sidewalk before he nodded and let his friends pull him into the coffee shop.