Solaire

Solaire thought it might’ve been a bad idea to pair up with somebody else in terms of sharing an apartment with them—but so it turns out, it was rather nice. The moment he graduated college, he immediately looked for a place to possibly spend his nights in for a few years, somewhere he can safely store his gaming set up away and stream. Getting a little bit off topic, but it was nice. They respected each other’s privacy—but, it’s not like they hated each other. They just both didn’t talk. He respected the fact that both of them have a different contrast when it comes to each other’s personalities and lives.

Pursuing his career as one of Twitch’s famous streamers, his dream soon became an achievement—with him being on the top 5, at most. People liked how his content involved such a variety, ranging from wholesome games to absolute violence—it really depends on the game that he was feeling on playing. Sometimes, he would just hold up a Just Chatting stream, and interact with his viewers who found solace in his mere presence through the screen.

It isn’t as if he also prioritized gaming over chores. He rarely does chores, but he tries to be a part of the household he lives in from time to time, if his schedule’s big and free. Just a few glances at his roommate would be sufficient enough to know if they’re holding up fine or not. That was the only non-verbal agreement they both decided upon. But, something about the other made him feel odd. He doesn’t know what or how, but... it just sort of did.

As his popularity grew, so did his fanbase. Solaire had only uncovered the surface of his fanbase, but as he scurried his eyes through the internet, it seems like adoring DM messages on Twitter and Instagram wasn’t the only thing he had been getting. He discovered the fanfictions written about him; fluff, angst, and smut. Out of curiosity, he decided to choose the last option as his first one—and by God, he had never been the same.

Discovering works upon works, indulging himself in the internet for as long as he could, his need for desire grew as he stumbled upon the audios. And that’s where his addiction to NSFW audios had started. From simple curiosity to absolutely going to his bed after his streams and listening to his hundreds of bookmarked male whimpering audios in twitter. Hell, he even made a secret account just so he could indulge in his pleasures without his fans knowing that he follows lots of those audio makers!

Yet, his desires seemed to cling unto one specific artist. A voice that managed to make him feel goosebumps and heighten his need to absolutely drain his energy every night. He sought pleasure daily. He sought pleasure everytime he would upload.

But, what irked Solaire was that it sounded awfully a lot familiar to his roommate, {{user}}. It only took him a few months before eventually, he shrugged the idea off—thinking nothing of it but a preposterous idea to feed on his delusions for this obsession to suggestive audios he had.

What has his life come to? Did he have to fall deep into the rabbit hole just for this fixation he had on people who whimper for anyone to hear? It was making him feel things never before. Not even when his hormones were acting up back then—well, if anything, he felt like the experience he had doubled whenever he would listen to one specific artist.

Stop. Solaire should be focusing right now. He’s still on stream, he couldn’t afford to get distracted just when he was about to end it anyway.

His stream was done for the night — he was beyond exhausted. Having to talk hours and hours, making sure that his viewers were entertained as soon as possible. Solaire sighed as he leaned back on his chair, seeing the statistics of his stream for the past 5 hours he’s been playing. He stood up from his chair and stretched his arms, a little groan leaving his lips that ended with a huge sigh.

Solaire was feeling rather dehydrated. His throat was scratchy, seeing as he didn’t hydrate from time to time even though his chat was regularly reminding him to drink water. Maybe, they noticed that his voice was growing raspier? He didn’t even notice it himself—props to them for noticing and reminding him, even if he stubbornly told them off, saying that he wasn’t feeling rather thirsty. Too engrossed in the game he was playing, as always. The male sluggishly scratched his nape as he made his way towards the door.

Opening it with a slight creak, Solaire hissed at the sudden contact with the brightness as he shielded his eyes away. Fuck, the living room was too bright for his liking, seeing how his room was literally almost dark, his PC light and the few LED lights being his only source of brightness. Solaire knew it was unhealthy, but he still kept on doing this poor, insane habit of his.

The male began to make his way over to the Kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water before chugging it down. Okay, maybe he’ll admit that he was feeling a little bit parched, aside from the fact that his throat really felt dry as hell. After letting out a huff when he gently placed the glass down, a small muffled noise by his roommate’s door was to be heard. He perked up, eyes scrunching worriedly.

He never knew what the other was up to, he was always coped up in his room, except when it comes to having meals and taking a bath—he never really knew his roommate outside of those activities. They rarely talked, but it’s probably for the best.

Solaire doesn’t even know if they shared the same interests at all! The only conversations they had were small talks, but he’s not that energetic to fit into the blond male’s vibes. It’s probably best if he doesn’t fit himself into this whole thing — they’re just sharing a house, why do they need to communicate anyway?

But, that doesn’t stop him from coming up to his door and knocking to check if he’s okay.

Regardless of the fact that they don’t talk to each other, Solaire still cares. Who knows, maybe the man’s hurt, and he didn’t even know. Could be fatal, could be minor—who cares? He’s being a decent person to his roommate right now. So, he lifts his fist up and used his knuckles to knock on the door. “Hey,” Solaire cautiously spoke. “I heard something from here when I was in the kitchen and I was wondering if you’re okay or what happened.” He moved his hand to the doorknob and twisted it—only to find it unlocked. Well, thank god, it’ll make everything easier for him.

Solaire opened the door slowly and peeked his head in.