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A dull January evening, the cold had a tendency to make everything a whole lot lonelier.
#RAGEBAITCANON trended for the third time that month, and Finn had stopped pretending he didn’t check. He scrolled through the flood of shitposts, clips, and fanart, each one painting him and Shrimpo as something they weren’t.
Or maybe something Finn wished they were.
“WHAT IS UP, PEOPLE!” Shrimpo’s voice blasted through Finn’s headset. Most streams started the same way, Shrimpo yelling, Finn laughing, and chat spamming at unimaginable speeds.
Today, the title read “reading ragebait FANFICTION (gone freaky)” Finn’s long tail lightly waved around, he had a feeling this stream was going to be a little different.
He adjusted his glasses to check if he wasn’t mistaken, there really were 25k viewers on Finn’s end, probably a new record! Shrimpo’s side always pulled a few thousand more, but Finn didn’t mind. He was happy for him. Besides, it meant his own mods wouldn’t have to manage quite as many degenerates in chat.
Shrimpo was a fun guy to collab with, their chemistry often made for incredible bits. Even off camera, hanging out with him never got boring.
And the way he laughed was almost mesmerizing, rough and unfiltered, the kind of laugh that made other people join in without knowing what was going on.
It wasn’t quite that easy for Finn, though. Sometimes, instead of laughing along, he’d just stop to listen, let himself get lost in the sound.
This was one of those times.
“HEY, BOWLHEAD! ARE WE READING THESE OR WHAT?”
Right. Fanfiction. Yes. That’s what they were here for.
“Cod, man... krill out!” Finn giggled, trying to ignore his chat spamming ‘HE’S FLUSTERED’.
“Alright, alright, calm your asses.” Shrimpo tamed his audience, laughter growling in his throat.
“So chat, here’s what's going on, you ABSOLUTE FREAKS sent us your favorite Ragebait fanfics, and we’re gonna read them live. I haven’t previewed any of these and Finn hasn’t either, so only the mods know what's to come. Now, this could just be the worst stream idea we've had in a while.”
The chat exploded in overlapping messages, “YESSSS RAGEBAIT PAY GORN” "hey booktok how much spice does this fic have", and Finn could only sigh.
“'Worst stream idea' is an understatement,” he shook his head, already regretting every choice he's made up until now. It really was all Shrimpo's plan, Finn just couldn't help but go along with it, curiosity taking hold of him.
“Oh come on, fishboy.” Shrimpo grinned as he scrolled through the list that had been prepared. “Alright, we’re starting with... 'Bully'. CHAT THEY BETTER MAKE ME THE BULLY IN THIS. There's no way in hell I'm getting bullied by Finn."
Finn chuckled nervously, tugging at the strings of his hoodie, "Yeah, shore..."
“I’ll read my lines, you read yours, alright?” Shrimpo added, though it wasn’t really a question.
The fic started off pretty cliché: a high school AU. Finn was the stereotypical nerd, and Shrimpo played the classic highschool bully. They took turns reading narration, breaking into laughter every few sentences and making fun of the awkward descriptions.
“Oh my god,” Shrimpo suddenly barked out, snickering. “They put Looey in this! Should we get him in here to read his lines?”
Finn froze for half a second, despite his heater being on full blast. In the fic, Looey played the role of his best friend, the one who would stand up for him whenever Shrimpo went too far.
He shifted in his chair, heat crawling up his neck. As much as he liked hanging out with Looey, he didn’t really want anyone else joining the call tonight. For some reason, it just felt… right. That it was only him and Shrimpo reading together. More personal. More... he swallowed thickly, Ragebait coded.
“Uhm, I think he’s busy,” Finn said quickly. “He would’ve, uh, let minnow if he wanted to join.”
The silence that followed was deafening, sweat was beginning to accumulate all over Finn’s body.
“Okaaay…” Shrimpo added after a few seconds, clearly trying to play it off, but Finn could tell his tone had an edge to it. Shrimpo wasn’t used to him saying no to having more friends tag along.
Finn’s chat filled with gentle teasing, “stopp he’s so nervous omg", Shrimpo’s chat however, was growing impatient for some more action as always.
Finn’s throat felt tight. He forced out a small laugh, praying Shrimpo would say something, anything, to break the tension before it crushed him completely!
"Alright, um..." Shrimpo finally continued, "I'll play Looey then."
Was Finn feeling alright? Shrimpo kept reading his lines, keeping up the energy, but something about Finn’s behavior stuck to the back of his mind. He couldn’t really stop to think about it, not live in front of 30k people. Besides, Shrimpo had never been good with feelings and all that sappy shit. He did care about Finn, though, more than he wanted to admit.
He just wished he were better at showing it, particularly off-camera.
The fic went on like every highschool romance ever written, Shrimpo bullying Finn for being nerd, but both of them secretly crushing on each other, easy content. But every time Shrimpo read one of his character’s more romantic thoughts, Finn went quiet, too quiet.
Shrimpo knew he was the only one close enough to notice those tiny changes. Was Finn uncomfortable? He’d always been pretty easy-going, especially with Shrimpo’s ideas, even the really dumb ones. Maybe this was one of those times he just went along with something he didn’t really want to do.
Still… this was one of their best streams yet! Record views, chat spamming nonstop and people live posting every quote. It would be a shame to pull the plug now.
Shrimpo, like many things, hated the thought of being a bad friend though...
The fic’s setting had shifted to a house party, Sprout’s, apparently. Looey had dragged Finn’s character there as his plus-one, and rumor had it that Shrimpo was somewhere in the crowd. Finn could already see where this was heading.
Reading up to this point had been… rough. Finn's voice wavered every time the story dipped into anything remotely romantic. But he didn’t know why. Yeah, it was cheesy, sure, but each line hit a little too close to home. The way the author described stolen glances and lingering touches… it made something ache deep inside him.
He’d read plenty of romance before, but this one felt different. Familiar, even. The fic was clearly building toward its climax, and Finn could feel his pulse keeping pace.
In the story, Finn had ducked out of the party to take a break, heading upstairs to Sprout’s room. The tension in the writing made his real chest tighten; heat crawled from between his thighs and up to his face. It wasn’t even good writing, but his body reacted anyway with each line.
When his character opened the door, there was Shrimpo’s, curled up on the bed.
“‘When I heard you were here,’” Shrimpo read, laughing already, “‘I got so nervous I didn’t know what to do, so I just… hid. I’m sorry, Finn.’”
Shrimpo broke off with a howl of laughter. “DUDE, THIS IS SO OUT OF CHARACTER. I would never say something that corny, holy hell.”
Finn didn’t laugh, his chest ached.
Of course Shrimpo found it funny, it was supposed to be funny, a dumb ship-bait stream for the fans. But somewhere along the way, Finn had stopped joking.
“Chat, oh my god, this is escalating way too fast,” Shrimpo snorted between sentences.
Finn's throat tightened as he held back tears, barely hearing the words anymore. He just heard Shrimpo’s voice, the low vibrations being sent through his headset.
Gosh, all this pressure was too much for him, his thoughts were racing faster than he could catch them. What he needed was a moment of subtle relief, no matter how bad of a time it was to have it.
Finn had already discreetly snuck a hand down his sweatpants, he was beyond embarrassed at this point, but his breathing grew heavier as he gently wrapped his hand around his dick, leaving his thumb at the tip to caress in a delicate circular motion.
The space inside his trousers and between his legs was already as suffocatingly warm as a sauna, making his palms sweat.
“Ohh, Finn~!” Shrimpo jokingly moaned out as he kept reading without a care in the world, a sound that sent shivers through Finn’s whole body.
He stifled a whimper as his cock grew increasingly hard. He lifted his free hand from his armrest and scrambled to shut off his facecam and mic before anything unfortunate could leak. Let’s leave the leaking to Finn’s dick for now.
The narration Shrimpo read drifted into a territory that wasn’t quite explicit but was just suggestive enough to keep Finn on edge. His imagination filled in every gap the author left empty, painting scenes that made his glass skin prickle.
He wished desperately, that some version of it were real. That he and Shrimpo could be tangled together somewhere quiet and private, close enough to forget the rest of the world existed.
The thought of Shrimpo’s hands on him, of being kissed breathless, his rough tongue penetrating through Finn’s soft lips, it made his breath catch in his throat.
He hated how badly he wanted it, something so nasty from his best friend. He hated how easily this shitty fic gave him excuses to picture it.
The precum spilling from Finn’s slit made his thumb feel damp, so he moved away from the tip and began stroking his dick in a vertical motion along the shaft.
He didn’t bother trying to mask the little shaky gasps and whines that escaped his lips, but he made an effort to keep them quiet enough to not drown out Shrimpo’s voice, the words being said barely registering in Finn’s brain anymore. He was only listening to the sound of him, the way every laugh of his sent a spark down Finn’s spine.
He began to pick up the pace of his strokes, the disgustingly viscous sounds getting louder and faster by the second. Both his brain and his glasses had fogged up like a bathroom mirror, leaving him incapable of forming a single thought.
Though one sound managed to slip through the cracks.
“Uh… dude?” Shrimpo’s voice cut in, trying to play the situation off as another bit, but a pinch of concern was evident in his tone. “The fuck happened to your mic and camera?” The words shot through Finn’s stomach like a stray bullet, his fight or flight going into full swing.
He’d been media trained just enough to keep his cool in such a situation, so he swallowed hard and cleared his throat before speaking up, trying to hide any sign of his degeneracy.
He leaned over to his desk to reach his mouse that had started to go cold, his knees pulling up onto his chair and his tail dropping over the headrest. The cursor hovered over the unmute button before clicking.
“I don’t know what’s…going on,” he stammered. “My webcam is fucking everything up. But you can keep…reading!” Finn tried his absolute hardest to hold back any excessive gasps in his speech, albeit the futile effort.
Shrimpo had obviously noticed the shift in Finn’s demeanor, but didn’t seem to make any comment, at least not explicitly. “...Alright man. BY THE WAY CHAT, this is gonna be the last chapter for tonight.”
Huh?
Shrimpo? Ending stream? This early? That was… very odd. Finn gulped, but he wasn’t about to complain, the opportunity giving him more privacy to get his job done, the relief he’s been craving for so long, so close to being in his grasp.
He rushed to mute his mic again, letting his hand that had never left his dick get back to work.
The fact that Shrimpo interrupted his stream… just to check up on Finn… not even realizing how attractive that was… at least to Finn.
For a guy who brandished aggression like it was his first language, even the slightest hint of sympathy was enough to make Finn swoon. It was pathetic how quickly he could melt over a sliver of care.
As he stroked hastily, his lewd thoughts made his ass rise against the back of his chair instinctively. He squirmed in the position, his thighs twitching and buckling every few seconds, feeling so vulnerable, so exposed.
If only Shrimpo came over right now and walked in, without a warning. Seeing Finn like this… maybe even going up to grab his hips and start thrusting into Finn’s aching hole himself. Finn could only fantasize for now. Fuck, he was so gross.
His breathing grew heavier and louder as he let out a plethora of pathetic moans, the feeling was blinding, to such an extent that he hadn’t noticed how quickly he was sliding off his chair.
Finn’s dick was nearly burning from the sheer friction that built up, and pressure rose quickly within, precum coating it with a milky glaze as it threatened to release another load.
Just as he was about to finish, his vision quickly snapped into focus, trying to give him a chance to brace himself for impact before he fell headfirst to the floor.
His whole body tumbled over onto his desk, his leg snagging onto the headphone jack, ripping it from his pc and unmuting him from the call.
The crash of various objects on Finn’s desk had instantly caught Shrimpo off guard. “DUDE!” he barked, dissolving into laughter. “Oh my god bro, did you just fall off your fucking chair??”
Finn mustered up all the force left in his body to lift himself from the ground with his free arm, “...Maybe.” he whimpered, rubbing his forehead.
“Alright chat,” Shrimpo snickered after a seemingly endless fit of laughter. “I think that's our cue to end stream. We’ll be back tomorrow, at FINN’S APARTMENT!”
Finn quickly sprung up from the comfortable spot he was making for himself on the floor.
Right! Shrimpo was coming over for another collab tomorrow! He scanned over his messy flat, he really needed to tidy up the place, even though Shrimpo clearly was never one to care about a clean apartment.
Finn took a quick look at his phone as they two said their goodbyes, he scrolled through dozens of clips already circulating of him falling off his chair.
Oh well, it wasn’t the worst thing that could’ve been clipfarmed out of him that night, it actually served as a great cover up for whatever disgusting things he was doing behind everyone’s backs. He just hopes he’ll hold up alright tomorrow.
As the call dwindled into a rare, heavy silence, the two were finally alone.
Until Shrimpo cleared his throat.