Page 4 of Too Many Beds

Storm repressed a snort. That was one word for it. “The creativity of MateHub fans truly knows no bounds.”

Ryder chuckled, the sound low and warm. “I’ve always been impressed by the MateHub forum anniversary celebration. The games they invent.” He shook his head. “Like ‘Whose Dick IsThis?’ I’ve sucked half those dicks and couldn’t tell you who is who when the image is so tightly cropped, but the fans immediately recognize them and can usually guess which scene they’re from.”

That wasn’t even the craziest game they played.

“I can’t get over that interactive constellation map they made to show who has done scenes with whom and how many of them.”

“Oh man.” Ryder grinned at him. “I lost a few hours of my life to that thing, clicking on names to see who they were connected to. YourTaken by Stormseries got you quite a few connections.”

“And they’ll need to add another after this.” Storm leered at Ryder. For the cameras. Mainly. Ryder smirked back.

“Perfect,” Brandt said. “That’s a great note to end on. Let’s get to the establishing shots.”

As they walked toward their marks on set, Ryder’s expression grew sly. “Okay, real talk. I love the fans, but they can get intense.”

“Are you saying the fan art of our cocks isn’t normal?” Storm asked, deadpan.

“I mean, who wouldn’t want to live in a world where strangers on the internet spend their free time lovingly drawing highly accurate depictions of their genitalia?”

“That is a question I ask myself daily.”

“Truthfully, though? MateHub fans are the best, even with their terrifyingly encyclopedic knowledge of every MateHub scene ever.”

There was no doubt about that in Storm’s mind. “You’ve gotta appreciate the fact that, unlike some other fans, they’ve never rioted when their favorite doesn’t come first.”

Ryder huffed out a laugh, then froze, side-eyeing Storm. He opened his mouth, about to speak, but Brandt interrupted.

“Okay, Storm, Ryder, remember you’re straight, broke, and desperate for this job. Let’s get this setup filmed.”

Ah, yes. The part most viewers wouldn’t bother watching.

Storm was playing a down-on-his-luck construction worker who’d answered a classified ad looking for mattress testers. A totally straight, absolutely heterosexual, one hundred percent normie breeder who had never in his life considered the possibility of sex with another man. Because he was straight. So very straight. The straightest of straights.

Storm couldn’t relate, but then, that was why MateHub paid him as much as they did. His acting skills. Well, that, and his cock. He was willing to acknowledge the latter was more impressive than the former.

MateHub had hired Kodiak Timber to do a cameo as their supervisor. They’d decked the bear shifter out in a white lab coat, and he held a clipboard to record whatever vital data one obtained from observing two people vigorously… testing mattresses.

The setup involved Kodiak greeting them for their first day at work.

“I hope you’re up for this.” The innuendo behind his words was as thick as the man himself. “It’s a hard job, but someone has to do it.”

Storm and Ryder nodded like the good little workers they were.

“Given how hard the times are, there must have been a lot of stiff competition to fill these positions,” Storm said solemnly. “But let me assure you that I will rise to the occasion and stay on top of the work you want me to do.”

“And don’t worry,” Ryder added. “No matter how big the load, I can handle whatever comes my way.”

Kodiak continued talking as he led them to the testing location. “I value employees who have the right tools for the joband can go deep, drilling down and pounding out the work. Our new beds hit the market next month, and a lot is riding on this release. It’ll be tight, but we’ve got to squeeze this in.”

“It might take all night, but I’ll give you everything you want. I’m eager to thrust myself into the job ahead.” Storm bit the inside of his cheek to keep from snickering.

Ryder shot him a glance, amusement shining in his eyes.

Ah, the beautiful poetry of MateHub scripts. Shakespeare could eat his heart out—though perhaps the heart was not the most appropriate anatomy to be eating out when it came to MateHub.

They stopped in front of the first bed.

“Well, get to it. You’ll be needing this.” Kodiak pulled a comically large bottle of lube out of the pocket of his lab coat and tossed it on the bed, where it bounced twice.

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