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5.5k, alternating max and rico POV's, first part of the ver2 camboy au! explicit, if the title didn't give it away :)

There's a familiar ding in Rico's wireless earbuds, and he steps off the treadmill, wiping sweat off of his face as he grabs his phone off of its charger. Max is starting his stream late— normally he begins at six, when Rico is doing his evening workouts. He taps at the screen, smiling at the notification banner.

[Maxie33 is live!]

It's easy enough to navigate to the app, practically second nature as the familiar starting stream screen appears. Max has tagged it with iRacing, which means he's going to be complaining into the mic about idiot drivers. It's not Rico's favorite category— he likes the cozy games where Max gets comfortable and engages easily with the chat.

Rico's presence has been noted already. Max's two mods send him a little wave, and he makes his way to the donations page, getting ready to hit send whenever Max appears.

A moment later there's the sound of shuffling, and the camera clicks on, Max settling into his chair. He's got one leg hugged to his chest, shorts showcasing a flash of thigh. His sweatshirt is baggy, no hints of the full chest or pierced nipples that Rico knows is underneath, so he must not be promoting the other business today, streaming just for the hell of it.

[r1c0 has donated €50] [Good evening Max!]

He sees the moment it comes through on Max's end, lips curling into a grin as he bites at his thumbnail.

"Hallo, Rico. You are so quick with it always."

The chat sends him a series of greetings as well. Rico's well known in Max's little community, mainly as a subscriber with more money than he knows what to do with, according to Max.

r1c0: My notifications are always on for boys as pretty as you are ;)

Max giggles, reading off a few more donations before leaning back in his seat, arms wrapped around his shin.

"Don't encourage that, chat, I'm sure he says it to all the boys."

Rico laughs as the chat jumps to his defense, propping Max up on the phone stand as he takes a long sip of water, mentally reordering his workout. Ten more minutes on the treadmill, thirty minutes on weights, twenty on cardio— he can fit some short breaks in there.

He boots the treadmill back up, steadily falling into the zone as Max reads off from chat for a bit, his steady voice occasionally interspersed with soft giggles.

"—no, no, it is not harassment. Rico is from my other channel. Maybe you are new here? Yes, thank you everyone for spamming the link, but I am not doing any camboy work tonight, you will have to settle for just the games."

Rico likes the games. He likes all versions of Max, but this version especially has gotten him through some of his longer nights, just him and the stream for company.

He fades into the steady thump of his feet against the treadmill, heart pounding in his ears. He can hear the stream in his earbuds, and Max's technical explanation of his setup as he preps. Rico's heard it a million times, so much so that he can start to predict what Max is going to say. He has no idea what any of it means, but he's good at pattern recognition.

There's sweat dripping down his forehead when he finally hits the end of his treadmill time, grabbing his towel and scrubbing it across his face roughly. He goes through half of his water bottle as he listens to Max complain about one of the other drivers, tapping back over to the donation tab.

[r1c0 has donated 30 subs!] [Send him into the wall.]

It takes a minute, but he hears Max's loud laugh, the one he makes when he's genuinely startled into it.

"Rico! Thank you as always for the gifted subs, but I am not shunting him just because he is terrible. No, chat, I am not going to do that. He's perfectly capable of hitting the wall all by himself."

r1c0: :(

"Do not send the sad face, I told you I am not doing it. I do everything else you want always on the other channel anyways."

r1c0: ;)

He moves over to the weights, Max's voice a comforting buzz in his ear. The other driver Max had been complaining about runs himself into the wall, exactly as Max had predicted, and Rico laughs to himself as he listens to Max's excitement about it.

"I fucking told you all— see, I did not even need to do it myself. Dumbass."

He gets lost in the workout, muscles screaming at the repetition as he gets into the zone, only to be startled out of it by the sound of his own name.

"'Where did Rico go?' He is still here, always, but he does not talk as much as you all do. He is a busy person I am sure, to make as much as he does. Especially since he spends so much of it here."

Rico drops the weights down, wiping chalk off of his hands before getting back into the chat.

r1c0: Always listening to you.

He means it in more than just the Twitch way— and the pink flush that blooms on Max's cheeks cutely informs him that the double entendre hadn't gone unnoticed. More than once Rico's requested audio files of Max getting himself off, and he pays whatever fee Max assigns to the audio, and then a hefty tip.

[r1c0 has donated €100] [Looking a little flushed, Max. Go get some water?]

Max's blush deepens as the donation appears on screen, tucking his chin into the collar of his sweatshirt as his nose goes pink.

"Thank you again Rico for the donation. I will grab one between sessions."

Rico waits patiently, absentmindedly stretching his legs as Max finally gets a point where he can pause. He watches intently as Max hops up out of his chair, pale thighs on clear display, and disappears out of view. The chat predictably goes wild at his legs, and Rico grins.

Max comes back with a water bottle, waving it clearly in front of the screen as he steps back into his chair, shorts riding up his thighs.

"There, are you happy?"

r1c0: Very.

Max has an energy drink problem, and while Rico doesn't harbor any fantasies of being able to fix it, there's something intoxicating about being able to tell Max to do something and watching him do it live.

Sure, he sees it on the camboy end all the time, but that's different— watching Max do it when there's nothing erotic implied somehow really does it for him. He may have phrased the donation like a question, but it's not really.

And watching Max do what he tells him to do in front of thousands of people, while still feeling private between the two of them...

He'll be going into Max's archive later.

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Max is still streaming by the time Rico finishes his workout, although he's stopping racing and is instead playing some indie game Rico's never heard of. He's sitting sideways in the chair, legs tucked to his chest and chin resting on his knees. The soft squish of his thighs is all Rico can stare at as he racks his weights, although he occasionally shifts his gaze to watch how Max bites at his lower lip when he's focused.

He needs to run through the shower, and Max gets deep in focus like this sometimes, quiet while he thinks. The chat never seems to mind, perfectly content to talk about him, and the mods usually take the chance to make reminders about anything notable coming up.

He's not worried about missing anything.

The shower water is cool, beating down across his shoulders as he wraps his hand across his cock. He's been thinking about his next private request for Max, already has the money set aside to what he's affectionately started referring to as the camboy card.

It's been a while since he told him to edge himself— and it's always satisfying to watch Max turn into a blushing, whining mess. He gets so cute, all flustered just for Rico, teary eyed on camera.

The last time he'd asked, Max had been perfect. He'd complained about it at first, because he finds edging incredibly frustrating, but he'd settled in front of the camera and recorded it anyways, an hour of content Rico thinks about frequently. The arch of his back, the slide of his fingers as he fucked himself on his hand, the raspy notes of his voice as he started to get desperate near the end, trembling.

His favorite part of the video is that Max hadn't meant to orgasm— it had clearly caught him by surprise, and the strangled cry he'd made when he came untouched is burned into Rico's brain.

He leans his head back against the tile of the shower as his hand moves faster, brows pinching together. He should ask again, should find something just toeing the edge of humiliating. Max complains about it, but he still does it, and Rico is well aware that if he truly hated it he simply wouldn't record.

He thinks about asking if Max can record him a mock Twitch stream, maybe trying to do his sim racing with a plug in. He'd bite at his lip, cheeks pink, and he'd squirm prettily in his chair, unable to focus entirely on his game.

It would probably ruin whatever stats record he has going. Rico doesn't care.

He comes thinking about it, groaning at the thought of Max, legs splayed in his chair as he desperately grinds down on one of his toys, fingers gripping at the arms.

The shower water washes away the cum that he catches in his hand, and the rest is quick. He's pulling on sweatpants and toweling off his hair as he picks his phone back up.

"—so they are of course very spoiled always, since I am buying them nice things all the time. If I gave them regular cat food I think they would eat me in my sleep."

He smiles, maximizing the stream to see Max with one of the cats in his lap, contorted into the chair. He looks domestic in his sweatshirt and shorts, hair unstyled where it pokes out from underneath his headphones.

r1c0: Sleepy?

It earns him a soft laugh as Max's cheeks tint, running his fingers gently across the top of his cat's head. Rico can never remember which is which.

"Ah, a little bit. I might end the stream soon, otherwise I will fall asleep in the chair and my back will hurt all day tomorrow."

There's a waterfall of messages in the chat telling him to go to bed, as well as a few quips about Max taking care of himself, because they appreciate his back for 'other purposes'. Rico taps back into the donation tab.

[r1c0 has donated €100] [Don't forget to eat!]

Max sighs as the banner pops up, looking judgmentally at the camera.

"That could have been a chat message. It is like your wallet is constantly leaking, how often you are in here."

Rico quirks an eyebrow. He'd planned on that being one of his last ones, but now...

[r1c0 has donated €300] [Let me worry about my own finances ;)]

Max's eyes widen as the chat picks back up again, flying messages calling Rico a simp or cooing at the blush Max is rapidly developing.

"Point taken, yes, more money than he knows what to do with—"

Rico leaves Max as background noise while he heats up one of his prepped meals from the fridge, listening to his gentle lisp fill his kitchen. It makes the flat feel less empty.

He's finishing off his dinner when Max finally logs off, and it only takes him a moment to navigate over to the camboy tab. Max isn't streaming over here tonight, but he'd helped Rico get off anyway, even if he doesn't know it. He finds the private link to the edging video and leaves another tip on it, the latest in a long line.

[Rico has tipped €50]

Rico: You sound so pretty when you cum.

It's a personal policy that he has. If he's using Max to get off, Max still deserves to reap those rewards, even if it's not for new content each time. He's slightly surprised to see Max immediately pop up online, typing bubble appearing at the bottom of the screen.

Max: Thank you Rico. It is as always very appreciated.

Rico: Of course. I've got a new request for you here in a few days. Any specific time that would be best to send it in?

The bubble appears and disappears a few times before Max finally responds.

Max: Tomorrow morning would be best.

Rico: Got it.

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Max wakes up to Jimmy pawing at his face. The sun is higher through his window than it normally is, and he rolls over with a soft groan. It's film day, which means he needs to do all the regular maintenance that comes with selling porn on the internet, but first...

He buries his face in Jimmy's fur, ignoring his plaintive meow.

"Jimmy. I do not want to film today."

He says it before every film day— he usually doesn't mean it. Getting paid to get off on camera is far better than his last job. The Twitch streaming has brought in a surprising amount as well, although it's nothing compared to the camboy work, and he'd only been planning on filming one thing today, but if Rico has sent in another request then he might need to rearrange his plans.

He pulls his phone off of the charger, blearily tapping at the screen. Normally he waits to wake up a bit first, have breakfast— it helps keep his distinctions between work Max and normal Max. For Rico, he makes exceptions.

He has four notifications from Rico, the way he always does when he makes a request. One message for the content, one discussing rates, one payment for the video, and one tip, sent in preemptively.

Rico: Good morning Max, I hope you slept well. I was hoping to request another long video. Edging preferred but not required— watching you get off is always a treat. I was thinking along the lines of a mock Twitch stream, but with the vibrating plug in while you're playing. No touching your cock, but if it makes you feel better to play with your chest that's fine. No preference for what you're actually playing. Two photos: one when you're in the chair before you start, and one when you're finished.

Rico: Assuming the video ends up being around an hour, I went off of your base rate of €20/minute, €50 for the toy, €50 per kink (x3), your €100 edging fee (you thought I wouldn't pay it?), and €10 per photo (x2). Additionally, the €200 flat rate for keeping it private. Totaled up at €1,720, but if I've missed a fee anywhere please let me know and I'll get it paid.

[Rico has paid €1,800 in [customs and requests]]

[Rico has tipped €200]

Rico: Looking forward to it, as always.

Max sets his phone back down. He should've had his breakfast, or a water, or done anything before opening Rico's request, because he knows better.

He has several large donors, more than a few of which request customs, but none pay as much as Rico does, or as frequently— and somehow, Rico always picks something that has Max desperately, genuinely hard.

He buries his face back into his pillow, rolling his hips down once, then twice into the mattress. He loves Rico's requests, always managing to push the right buttons. It makes it feel less like work and more like just getting off. He also hates Rico's requests, because he loves when Max has to edge, and he loves denying him, and when Max had introduced an "inconvenience fee" of €100 for edging, he'd happily paid it.

He'd actually explicitly requested thirty minutes of only edging, paid double Max's fee, and left a tip that simply said "lol."

Cunt.

Max weighs his options. It's fall, which means Halloween is coming up, which means it's his favorite time of the year where he gets to pull out the cat ears and tail and pretend he's only into it for the holidays. Halloween isn't huge in Amsterdam, but he'd had a donor request it a few years back, and the costume had stuck. The catboy videos perform very well every year, and they're his personal favorite to film.

He was planning on getting a head start on the catboy content today, but considering Rico has casually paid a considerable portion of his rent for the month— not counting the €600 in donations and the additional near €100 in gifted subs last night— he's going to reprioritize.

[Professional Porn Star and Amateur Esports Players]

Max: got another Rico request, just fyi

Gianni: mate, complete honesty, if I had as much money as he does I would not be spending it paying to watch you get off

Lulham: technically he spends it to watch Max NOT get off

Max: exactly

Crane: Don't leave us hanging mate, what's he want?

Crane: And does this mean you won't be on for FIFA later?

Max: not unless you want to be involved in camboy work

Gianni: gonna pass on that one

Lulham: we're not all built for it like you are Max

Enzo: But we still support you!

Crane: Yes we all love sex. Very sex positive here.

Max: he wants a fake twitch stream. any further elaboration is €5 per revealed detail, pervs

Gianni: hot

Crane: Seems like a lot of work.

Max: it is

Max: but he pays very well

Max: and tips

Enzo: Yeah I know where he'd like to tip

Lulham: Enzo

Enzo: We're all thinking it

Max: yes Enzo I know you're secretly subscribed

Max: worst kept secret in the world

Max: I will probably not be online later for FIFA. maybe for jackbox?

Crane: Not to get genuine on you but make sure you're doing all the self care stuff.

Gianni: take a bubble bath

Max: I charge €10 for pics but if you want a bubble bath lewd I'll knock it down to €5, just for you <3

Gianni: is it the "I'm always yelling at my poor COD teammate" discount?

Max: it's actually €15 for you now

He tosses his phone to the side, stretching out long on the bed. He'd waxed last night after the Twitch stream, and the sheets are smooth against his skin. He'll need to get the film bedroom set up properly— he doesn't film in his own bedroom— and then make sure his toys are charged.

First, he pads into the kitchen, rummaging in the fridge. There's leftover fruit salad somewhere.

He checks his accounts while he's eating, shuffling money around where it matters. He'll need to get more groceries soon, though it might just be better to have them delivered. If he ends up filming both videos today he'll be exhausted afterwards, and certainly not interested in going to the shops.

He scratches Sassy between the ears as he gets up, setting his bowl in the sink before stepping into the second bedroom.

Rico hadn't specified which vibrating plug he wanted, so Max figures the choice is up to him, although he also knows exactly the kind of content Rico wants, meaning he's reaching for the most frustrating plug in the drawer.

It presses right against his prostate, fat at the base, and it has a low vibration setting that Max despises, just enough to keep him steadily on edge, but not enough to get him off.

Not quickly, anyways.

He double checks that it's charging before smoothing over the sheets. The cats aren't allowed into this room, so it's exactly as he'd left it.

The closet has most of his work toys inside of it, but he's focused on the far left, where the catboy things are at. He's definitely not doing the full leather catsuit yet— and he'd been considering a collab on that one anyway— but the ears and tail are looking good, soft and well maintained.

Max skims over the dildo drawer, because he's in and out of it enough to know that everything's still in good shape. The vibrators seem fine, the nipple clamps still have the right amount of bite to them, and the gags are all smooth rubber or metal, with buttery soft leather straps.

He takes good care of his equipment, and it makes him feel reassured to know he's personally looked everything over. He pauses as he's laying out the catboy equipment for later, frowning as he walks back to his phone.

Max: Sorry to bother, but were you wanting any clothes in this request? Or no?

He sets his phone back down. Rico's probably busy, so while this throws a slight hitch in his plans, it's not a whole lot. Besides, it gives him time to make sure everything on his PC has its cameras and mics off, and that his Twitch account is completely logged out of.

He's only a little bit paranoid.

He's never filmed camboy content in the chair before, only ever in the second bedroom. The chair is for gaming and late night calls on discord, and for yelling at his friends.

Apparently, now it's also going to be used for porn. He makes a mental note to stick another charge on the video— he hadn't thought about how this will remain in his head, the way he's going to remember it every time he gets in the chair.

Rico's lucky Max is fond of him. It's got something to do with how he always says hello and thank you, how he donates to remind Max to eat and drink water. He may spend thousands on Max's content, but he at least pretends to care about Max as a person underneath it all, and he's been around since the beginning.

He's not just Max's first big subscriber, he's one of Max's first subscribers at all. Maybe the length of time has something to do with it, that he's been watching Max for so long he's learned the tiniest differences between what he really likes and what he's just doing for the camera.

Max doesn't think about it too hard. He triple checks his PC settings before getting in the shower, running through the motions for prep. He'll let his hair air dry nice and fluffy, because he's fairly confident Rico likes that too. There must be something about the casualness of the Twitch streams that does it for him— Max can't imagine he's watching and donating so much just for fun.

He taps at his phone when he's toweled off, rubbing lotion over his legs.

Rico: Start in a shirt and shorts. Lose the shirt first, and then the shorts later. Something light enough to show the mess.

[Rico has tipped €50]

Rico: I'll go ahead and count that as an additional kink.

Max presses his lips together, dipping his head back into his closet. He has a pair of light blue fabric shorts that land high on his thighs— they'll work for what Rico wants. There's also a white shirt that he grabs, loose enough from him to shove a hand under and grope at his chest, but tight enough to make that uncomfortable if he does it very long.

He blows out a long sigh. Lighting, camera angles, and then normally he opens himself up before he starts filming, but Rico likes to watch the process.

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[You've received 2 image files.]

Rico immediately stops in the middle of his email, shutting his laptop down for a moment as he taps at the notification.

Max: [image attachment]

Max: Wrapped up filming. Give me a few hours to do some minor editing/sound work and I will send you the file.

The first picture shows Max settled in his streaming chair. There's already a flush across his face, headphones trying and failing to press down his hair. Rico can see the outline of his nipple piercings through the fabric of his shirt, and his light blue shorts are high on his thighs.

The second picture has him shoving his hand into his pants, staring at it. Max is completely stripped, bottom lip shiny with spit and bright red where he's been biting it, flush across his ears and chest.

There's a sheen of sweat on his skin, and he's slumped in the chair, headphones knocked askew and looped around his neck, legs splayed wide. Rico can see the dazed look in his eyes, the cum across his stomach. There's tiny little nail marks in the arm of his chair, and his cock is soft against his thigh.

Rico knows he wouldn't have intended to get off— it makes it all the sweeter that he has. He looks debauched, fucked out in the chair, and Rico already knows it's going to be his new favorite video.

Rico: You look beautiful.

Rico: No worries for whenever the file gets sent, take care of yourself first.

[Rico has tipped €150]

Rico: Get something nice for yourself.

Max: I cannot even tell what you are tipping for anymore.

Rico: Call it an additional charge for services rendered ;)

Max: Thank you :)

Rico saves the images to the private folder on his phone, allowing himself an additional long look before he clicks his phone off, moving back to his emails. He does still have a job to do, and as much as he'd love to continue nudging tips in Max's direction, he has to make that money first.

He's probably paying for at least Max's housing at this point, or the equivalent of it. It doesn't bother him any— the other viewers aren't far off when they talk about him having more money than he knows what to do with, and the idea of Max having to do anything except look pretty and film in his day to day life is upsetting. Rico doesn't mind filling in the gap, not when it means he gets to listen to Max so often.

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Max sends Gianni a picture of his middle finger with bubbles on it, because he's a dick. Gianni texts back that Max has the most ridiculous bathtub he's ever seen, and that if he's not filming porn in it then it's a waste of a perfect scene.

Max tells him if he wants to see him naked so badly all he has to do is ask.

He's never actually filmed any scenes in his bathroom before, despite its fairly recent remodel into a slightly hedonistic oasis. He's not quite ready to defile it yet, too comfortable sinking below the water, letting it lap across his shoulders. It's hot, it smells nice, and he has the lights low, a pleasantly warm glow across the room. It helps offset the slowly uncoiling tension in his muscles, head tipped back against the tile.

He's not streaming on either platform tonight, and he'd had plans of ordering food and getting the editing done for Rico's video before hopping on jackbox with the boys. It's a relaxing night overall, but it means that he won't hear from Rico again until he finishes editing, unless...

Rico's sent far more than what Max would charge for at this point, so he's really just evening out the scale as he arranges himself in the tub, twisting to be half out of the water. It's almost artful, flashes of his chest, ribs, hip, and thigh peeking from the bubbles, skin shiny. He takes another one with his head tipped back, neck and collarbones on display with the water lapping at his chest.

They look good even without editing, but he runs them through one of his preset filters on his phone just in case, tweaking tiny adjustments here and there.

He's never really thought about any of his subscribers outside of "work" before, but Rico is as always an exception, and Max only hesitates briefly before swiping back into the app.

Max: [image attachment]

Max: Freebies ;)

He's surprised to see Rico online almost immediately. The typing bubble appears briefly before disappearing.

He gets a banner at the top of his screen.

[Rico has saved an image.]

A smirk curls at his lips. It's cute, watching the bubble appear again for a moment before disappearing again, popping back up a second later.

Rico: Fuck.

Rico: My lucky day?

Rico: You've never sent freebies before.

Rico: You look good.

Max: Good tippers get rewards.

Rico: I sure do.

Rico: I feel like I should send compensation for those too.

Rico: Absolute work of art, Max.

Max: Do not flatter yourself, it took me two minutes. Just appreciate the freebies.

Rico: You don't have to tell me twice.

He's hit with the strange urge to keep messaging, to carry on their conversation and see where else it can go, but he talks to Rico too casually already, too fond and too often. He sets his phone down instead, allowing himself a few more minutes to float quietly before he sighs, long and drawn out.

The downsides of having a custom bath is that it's incredibly difficult to make himself leave. He manages, but only barely, slipping into soft sweatpants and a loose shirt. The nice thing about the boys is that they don't care how he looks, happy to just have him around.

He sets his PC up to play discord from the speakers, while his editing monitor is linked to his earbuds. He only has one in as he checks that his file is uploaded, navigating over to discord and joining the call. Crane isn't streaming, so it's just them tonight.

"Max!"

Lulham is the first to greet him, followed by the others. Max settles further into his chair, comforted by the familiar sounds of their bickering.

"How was the FIFA match?"

The chorus of groans is answer enough as he giggles, swiping on his phone until he finds the food delivery app, absentmindedly browsing.

"How was the porn?"

He laughs as Gianni gets scolded, eyes flicking over to his file as it's downloading into his editing software.

"Sounds like it went better than FIFA. I'm working on my editing and getting something to eat, but I think I'll be ready in time for jackbox."

"Screen share!"

He chokes on his spit, hacking as he hits his fist into his chest before finally falling into a giggle fit. He's not sure if it's Lulham's cheerful demand or his near death, but it sets the rest of them off too, and it takes several minutes before they're calmed down enough to breathe again.

Max listens to the boys playing FIFA for a bit while he gets his editing done, face cam off— he's a little too personally invested in this video, and while not much embarrasses him anymore, seeing the moment of desperation at the end when he'd realized he was about to cum...

He's supposed to be professional, and he can't even follow Rico's commission without getting off. If it were up to him, he'd re-record, but Rico's weird about only ever wanting the first take. He doesn't want Max's polished professionalism, he wants to see what the requests actually do to him, which occasionally means sending over videos where he hasn't quite managed what Rico's asked.

Max: [file attachment]

Max: Commission.

Max: [file attachment]

Max: Prep.

Max: You are freaky for that one.

He puts his phone down, swinging out of the chair long enough to hunt down dinner from the fridge before darting back, barely managing to avoid tripping over Sassy.

Headphones on, knees tucked up into the chair, and work for the night done, he hops back in the call.

------

Rico gets home late. He'd seen the notifications from Max and swiped away, because Max deserves his full attention— not a quick look in the bathroom.

Now, however, he's home.

It's a well versed routine by now, making sure he's ready for bed before he settles back into the pillows against his headboard. The challenge is to try and make it through the entire video first without getting off, to appreciate it fully.

Then he picks his favorite parts.

Before he opens it, he types out his favorite question, the one that matters to him most.

Rico: Did you enjoy it?

Max always responds fast to the question after he's sent a video, like he knows Rico won't watch if he even hints that it wasn't enjoyable for him.

Max: More than I should have.

Max: I do not think I can look at the chair the same.

Rico: Good.

Rico: Thank you, Max.

Max: Just go watch the porn.

#!!!!!!#oh so incredible!!!!!#love this #fic rec #fave

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33max · 2 days ago

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Not to pressure you, i just wanted to let you know that i'd happily read camboy max au until my eyes melted off of my face. Thanks as always for the lovely snippets!

thank you!! while I'm definitely not up for writing at the moment and potentially not for a few more days, here's a little chunk of camboy max for the road! 1k, mature content referenced (duh)

[Maxie33 is live!]

Rico's presence has been noted already. Max's two mods send him a little wave, and he makes his way to the donations page, getting ready to hit send whenever Max appears.

A moment later there's the sound of shuffling before the camera clicks on, Max settling into his chair. He's got one leg hugged to his chest, shorts showcasing a flash of thigh. His sweatshirt is baggy, no hints of the full chest or pierced nipples that Rico knows is underneath, so he must not be promoting the other business today, streaming just for the hell of it.

[r1c0 has donated €50] [Good evening Max!]

He sees the moment it comes through on Max's end, lips curling into a grin as he bites at his thumbnail.

"Hallo, Rico. You are so quick with it always."

The chat sends him a series of greetings as well. Rico's well known in Max's little community, mainly as a subscriber with more money than he knows what to do with, according to Max.

r1c0: My notifications are always on for boys as pretty as you are ;)

Max giggles, reading off a few more donations before leaning back in his seat, arms wrapped around his shin.

"Don't encourage that, chat, I'm sure he says it to all the boys."

He boots the treadmill back up, steadily falling into the zone as Max reads off from chat for a bit, his steady voice occasionally interspersed with soft giggles.

Rico likes the games. He likes all versions of Max, but this version especially has gotten him through some of his longer nights, just him and the stream for company.

He fades into the repetitive thump of his feet against the treadmill, heart pounding in his ears. He can hear the stream in his earbuds, and Max's technical explanation of his setup as he preps. Rico's heard it a million times, so much so that he can start to predict what Max is going to say. He has no idea what any of it means, but he's good at pattern recognition.

[r1c0 has donated 30 subs!] [Send him into the wall.]

It takes a minute, but he hears Max's loud laugh, the one he makes when he's genuinely startled into it.

"Rico! Thank you as always for the gifted subs, but I am not shunting him just because he is terrible. No, chat, I am not going to do that. He's perfectly capable of hitting the wall all by himself."

r1c0: :(

"Do not send the sad face, I told you I am not doing it. I do everything else you want always on the other channel anyways."

r1c0: ;)

"I fucking told you all— see, I did not even need to do it myself. Dumbass."

He gets lost in the workout, muscles screaming at the repetition as he gets into the zone, only to be startled out of it by the sound of his own name.

"'Where did Rico go?' He is still here, always, but he does not talk as much as you all do. He is a busy person I am sure, to make as much as he does. Especially since he spends so much of it here."

Rico drops the weights down, wiping chalk off of his hands before getting back into the chat.

r1c0: Always listening to you.

[r1c0 has donated €100] [Looking a little flushed, Max. Go get some water?]

Max's blush deepens as the donation appears on screen, tucking his chin into the collar of his sweatshirt as his nose goes pink.

"Thank you again Rico for the donation. I will grab one between sessions."

Max comes back with a water bottle, waving it clearly in front of the screen as he steps back into his chair, shorts riding up his thighs.

"There, are you happy?"

r1c0: Very.

And watching Max do what he tells him to do in front of thousands of people, while still feeling private between the two of them...

He'll be going into Max's archive later.

#loved this!!!!!!#I’m about to devour the whole tag #fic rec #fave

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