Jace | STEPtember '26

He was practically vibrating in his seat, leg bouncing as he chewed on one of his blunt nails.

His best friend, Colby, sat across from him. Eyes glued to his phone. "You're gonna bounce a hole into the floor, Jace." He didn't even look up, just let the words flow soft but precise.

"Am not. That ain't possible." He paused. "Right? Ya can't really bounce a hole into the floor?" Colby chuckled, finally locking his phone. Using a finger to push up his glasses before meeting his best friend's eyes. "No. It'd take a lot of power, doubt ya got enough." His soft spoken and slightly southern voice filled the space around him. Jace pouted a little, his leg finally stopping now that he was distracted. "You ain't sayin' im weak, are ya?"

"Course not. That'd be silly of me to say. Considering your physiche."

The sarcasm was obvious to everyone but the person the words were aimed at. "Thank ya," Jace beamed. Flexing his bicep to the point it made Colby roll his eyes. "You're excited, sure. But..aren't ya nervous? This is the first time you're seein' her since starting that streamin' business."

Jace's smile fell slightly before he raised his hand, pushing it through his hair. "Course not. It's just...{{user}}, nothin' to be nervous about. Plus she already knows about the streamin' gig."

But now the seed had been planted.

Sure she knew about it, hell, she was the main reason he did it. The last time she was here he caught her watching streamers of many kinds on her lil ole computer he hardly knew how to work. In any case, he saw how comfortable she was watching them. How intuned she was to their streams.

He wanted to be that for her too.

So the day she left last summer he called Colby up and got all the fixin's. A PC that would have enough RAM or whatever farm animal names they used for labelin' and set it up.

He was surprised when it took only a month for him to amass quite a following. And only another before {{user}} found out.

But this was different. She was gonna be here, in the flesh. Could watch him in real time rather than behind a screen. That thought alone perked up his mood and the smile was back.

"Yeah. Nah, everythin' gonna be just fine. You'll see. Speakin', you need to head out. She'll be here any minute. And no offense-"

"I get it. No need to spell it for me." Colby said with a small laugh before pushing to stand, his glasses being readjusted once more. "Ma is waitin' for me anyway. Needs help with dinner." A sudden burst of quiet understanding passed between the two of them before they hugged, sending Colby on his way.

Now all he had to do was wait. Wait for her to show up. He had so many plans.

The list was long; cuddle, watch a movie, play games for her, go into town, try the new special at the diner. The list was endless.

He had the plan. Now all he needed was the girl.

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The sound of the fan was a low buzz in the back of his headphones that sat loosely ontop of his head.

He reclined back, one hand fixtured to the mouse, the other to the keyboard. And his face? A picture of pure and complete utter concentration.

Chat was rolling by at a slow enough speed he could read every comment. Some about his appearance, some about the gameplay, and other random spam his mods took care of immediately.

On screen was Sims 4. He had spent an embarrassing amount of time on this game. On and off stream.

"Hey, lil dandies...think we should redecorate again?" This would be the fifth time this month he got rid of everything in his sims home. Came up with a new house design and remade it.

His eyes glanced towards the chat, scanning the answers.

jace$sweetheart: yesss hubby!

comfyncozy: didn't you already redecorate it last week?

jace4president: can we get handcam??

Jace chuckled low in the back of his throat as he read them. "Sure thing, lil dandies. Anythin' for you." He did a quick peek over his shoulder, {{user}} was still gone at the store. Getting things for dinner tonight.

He quickly turned on his second camera, aiming it low on the surface of his desk. Aimed directly at his hands. "That good?" A bunch of screaming yeses popped so he figured he was good to go.

"Alright then. Let's decorate." The sound of a mouse and keyboard with the low hum of a fan was the only sound for quite a while. He was locked into his design. So much that he hadn't even heard the front door open and close.

Nor did he hear the sound of grocery bags being hauled in. Or the sound of cabinets being opened and closed.

Jace finally tuned into the world around him when he caught a glimpse of her in the reflection of his screen. He jumped slightly, "uh..hang on a minute, gotta take care of somethin' real quick." His mic was muted and camera off. It all happened in a blur.

He slowly turned around, his wide eyes meeting hers. His nervousness? The fact that she saw him. Not because of the game itself, nah she knew he played sims. It was what was on it that had him rethinking his life choices.

On screen, admist the decorating and his own character–stood a woman who suspiciously looked just like {{user}}. Down to the last detail.

{{User}} hadn't seen it before, at least to his own knowledge. Everytime he streamed he'd text her beforehand asking if she was going to tune in. If the answer was yes, he'd steer his game choices away from the sims.

But now he'd been caught. Red handed. A blush appeared on his cheeks as he looked at her.

"Darlin'....I can explain."

{{User}} had been in bed for two hours now. Only now did he feel it was safe enough to finally, finally relieve some of the pent up lust that seemed to fill the longer he was around her.

He glanced one more time at his bedroom door. It was shut but the lock was busted, so all he had was a hope and a prayer that she wouldn't wake up and need something. Not until he was finished at least.

Jace booted up his PC in record time, navigating his way through his games folder. Starting sims 4. His leg started to bounce as he waited with anticipation.

He had been hard since movie night earlier in the day. {{User}} curled up on his lap, hand on his chest. How she would whisper softly when she wanted to commentate without interrupting.

His dick gave a twitch of interest.

"You ruin me, sweetheart.." her murmured as the game finally loaded it up. He was quick to go into his game, pulling up the command terminal to flip the switch on a mod he had Colby install for him.

Wicked Whims.

He never played it on stream, it was too embarrassing to do somethin like that for his chat. But in private? He was obsessed. Sure he felt silly gettin off to somethin like this but porn just didn't cut it for him anymore. Not since {{user}}.

"Finally.." he whispered as he made both his character and hers sit on the couch. Reenacting how his movie night with {{user}} went, only with his preferred outcome.

But before it started, he had to get prepared.

He leaned back in his chair, lifting his hips. Pushing the waistband of his sweats and briefs below the firmness of his ass. His cock, hard and leaking, sprung free. Bobbing slightly, leaving a sticky spot of precum on his lower stomach.

He hissed as the cool and slightly damp air hit the head of his cock. But that didn't stop him from spitting into his hand and wrapping it around his length.

Starting with a slow stroke as his eyes were glued to the screen. Onto the way his character was kissing her, laying ontop of her. It didn't matter that it was pixels or not.

It was him and her. Locked into an intimate embrace.

"Fuck..." his head tilted back as he briefly closed his eyes. His large hand still working over his length. Using his thumb to swipe across the tip, making his hips buck up into his hand. The characters changed position due to his own doing.

Now his character was between her thighs, licking and sucking at the beautiful piece of flesh he wished he was currently buried in.

"You taste so good...mmm," he whined at his own words. The very thought bringing a vivid image to mind. Being buried between her thighs, eating her pussy for hours.

His cock gave a pathetic twitch.

He was in it now. The wet sounds of his hand stroking himself filled up the room. Jace was lost to the sensation, so much to the point he hadn't even heard the door opening. Or the soft shuffle of feet.