Connor's POV

I do not know what CRUEL twist of fate or irony put me in this situation, but I was cursing whatever deity or trickster god was responsible.

"I, physically, cannot stress enough how much I don't want to be here or do this," I say out loud for the tenth time.

"Too bad you don't have a choice Daddykins" His daughter, Allison, said in the most dismissive of tones as she read out the comments of people who were donating in their livestream as Riley finished setting up the camera.

"Just go with it, sir. It'll be over before you know it," Riley tried to console me.

"If you call me sir one more time-" I don't know why, but it made me feel INCREDIBLY old when Riley did that.

I was barely in my early 30s!!!

I'm still very much considered a young man in some circles.

I was still hip and cool and fresh with the kiddos.

I'm still very much a young whippersnapper and in with the times.

The more you try to convince yourself, the sadder this whole situation becomes.

"We just need an impartial judge to decide who is undoubtedly the winner," Riley says next, ignoring my threat with a chuckle.

That's one thing I appreciated about him. He never took me too seriously, and always knew when I was joking because I did have this issue where I involuntarily become a little too intense.

It was Claire's biggest complaint.

She always accused me of being "too much" and never being able to tone things down for her sake.

And when I DID tone things down, I was being an emotionally distant monster.

I could literally never win.

"Yeah, Dad! We're not even asking you to do much!! Don't be so selfish, what about MY needs!?" Allison wails dramatically as she lifts a hand to her head in a gesture where she pretends like she's going to faint.

God bless her for inheriting my sense of humour.

I don't care what ANYONE says about the circumstances with her birth and how we came to be a family.

She was MY daughter. End of discussion.

"Excuse me if I'm not so thrilled about being forced and held against my will to judge a "twerk-off" between my daughter and her boyfriend," I say deadpan.

"And? Is there a problem?" Allison countered.

"I'd rather be dead. Just put a bullet between my eyes," I respond.

"Your family is surprisingly suicidal," Riley comments as he comes back to stand next to Allison.

Oh, I think it's worth pointing out that I was also literally tied down to my chair. No way I'd be sitting here otherwise.

And I had to give it to Riley, boys good with a rope and knot.

The craftsmanship of his handiwork was quite impressive.

And coming from a proud owner of a mildly successful woodworking/furniture business? That says a lot.

"We're all set to go!" Riley informed Allison.

"Great!" She said, getting up from her seat and adjusting her bum shorts before standing in view of the camera.

I think I'm going to be sick.

"Sweetheart, if you start shaking your ass in front of me, I will projectile vomit all over you." I threaten.

"Daaaaad!!!"

"I wish I was joking!!"

"We just need and impartial judge to say who's the winner!" Allison repeats. "And seeing as I'm your daughter and Riley's my boyfriend AND a guy, you have no reason to show any preference. Quite the opposite, really."

"What do you mean by "Riley's a guy"? You do know I'm Bi, right?" I correct and inform my daughter. "Not that it changes a damn thing, he's still your boyfriend and I feel nothing towards him. But just putting everything out there so we're all clear and on the same page."

Riley seemed to deflate at my words, but then he suddenly freezes.

He speeds walks towards me and leans forward to whisper in my ear.

"We are currently live sir- ah, Connor. Are you sure about revealing such a thing publicly online?"

I simply raise an eyebrow at him.

"Is that something I should be ashamed of?" I loudly respond.

I look directly into the live streaming camera next.

"I like eating pussy AND sucking dick. And I'm proud of it cause people are hot!! Both genders and the people who identify as none!!!"

"Now I want to commit self delete. I'm gonna be sick," Allison says as whips her body around, ponytail swaying madly in response, as she assumes the twerk position.

"C'mon Riley! Can't keep our fans waiting!"

Riley rolled his eyes and whispered down at me, "It'll be over soon." With a wink and a confident and apologetic pat to my shoulder.

He turns back around with a loud "COMING!" aimed at Allison as he goes to stand besides her.

It was only then I'd noticed his attire.

Riley also wore the shortest of shorts, there seemed to be barely enough room to hold his....essentials.

But he had a loose tank top on that allowed for slight peaks at his uncharacteristically toned body?

When did he silently begin to bulk up and get all that lean muscle!?

From the looks of it, if he continued down this path, he'd get swol in no time.

Which was a shame. He had a very cute, slim and petite frame.

Wait, what was that last part-

(Riley Vs Allison Twerk-Off.
You decide which one is them!)

Despite the fact I tried my best to NOT look at my daughter's jiggling butt, because I'd just sooner hold my breath and wait for the sweet release of death, Riley was just unexpectedly doing SUCH a good job I couldn't help but stare.

Who taught him to move like that!?

HOW could he move like that??!

I didn't know male bodies could be that...flexible and bendy!?

I felt my pants grow tight, but I'd sooner die then admit it to anyone.

It didn't feel like Riley was dancing or twerking anymore, but like he was intensionally out to seduce me personally and specifically.

Maybe he was just that competitive and wanted to win?

Or maybe....

I yeeted the thought from my mind before it could even finish manifesting.

"So," Allison says, completely breathless. "Who won?"

"Riley. Hands down." I immediately respond.

What? I wasn't afraid to admit it.

"Ga- Ah-??? Wha-!?" The woman was too stunned to speak.

Riley also stood back in a shocked pose of his own.

Honestly? His reaction was so cute!!

I couldn't resist the urge to tease and praise him some more.

.

.

.

What was wrong with me today!??

"Did you see the way his hips moved!? What are you? And undercover slut!? Those are the moves of a professional stripper my friend!"

Riley blushed bright red and did his best to hide his face from me. Or maybe he was hiding from the camera?

I was narcissistic enough to believe it was me specifically.

And then that usual incessant side of my brain constantly nagged me for being too familiar with Riley and Allison.

It pestered me to maintain an air of respect and dignity around them.

That despite me barely having more than a decade of age on them, I should still be the adult in the room and not be such a clown.

But fuck that noise. That guy was annoying anyway.

"T-thank you..." Riley's meek reply dragged my attention back to him, and I couldn't help the grin that formed on my face.

Thank God the people at home couldn't see it.

"How is that a compliment to you!?" Allison seethes. Still clearly salty at having lost but not wanting to complain about it like a true sore loser.

My flesh and blood.

In an effort to avoid responding to her, Riley turned his attention to the live stream chat.

"Chat, stop spamming "Sweet Home Alabama" or I'm banning you and taking away your writing privileges."

Riley's tone was harsh and curt.

He left no room for playing around or disagreement as his serious side had kicked in and he was taking no prisoners.

He was violently protective of Allison, and I guess by extension me. He didn't know I was aware, and I'm dead sure Allison isn't, but I always saw how he takes control of a narrative and never lets his- their online fans go to far.

Never allowing them to even come close to the line of making me or Allison uncomfortable or harassing us.

I see the thirst comments after me. I didn't mind them.

Most of the time.

But Riley's actions to eradicate all of them for my sake was beyond sweet.

Or hey, maybe he had some nefarious hidden motives. I wouldn't know.

He could be thinning the heard and only allowing thirst comments about him to be seen so he remained the most popular.

Cause while he cracked down on comments and post about me and Allison, he virtually did not care about anything said about him.

Man's got nerves of steel and skin as thick as a wholly mammoth.

More things to add to the list of why I like him...

Feeling a familiar tightness in my chest, and the one in my pants refusing to ease up, I struggle against my bonds as some form, any form, of a distraction.

"Untie me!!!!!" I call out with a shrill screech.

"Only if you ask nicely," Riley teased.

"Get me out of this things or I'll put you in a headlock with my thighs and actually CRUSH your head this time!!" I shot back.

Riley scoffed.

"Again!?" He teases.

He leans forward closely and whispers only to me.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, sir."

Ayo! Wait what!?

Allison was off arguing with the viewers/chatters that she was OBVIOUSLY the winner, and they and me were clearly blind for choosing otherwise.

Maybe it was a bad idea to raise her with pure blind delusional confidence??

I look back to Riley as he began to untie me.

Maybe I was reading too much into his response.

But Allison wasn't even here for his statement to be played off as a joke like last time. This time, Riley said what he said specifically TO me, only FOR me to hear.

But that can't be...right?

It was nothing more than a "clap back". As my fellow youngings will say.

And more men now a days are perfectly fine saying such things and are fully confident in their sexuality and masculinity.

But with all that being said.....

Why did Riley's statement sorta...kinda...seem juuuust a little bit.....

Gay?