Matty didn't particularly enjoy working in Tea Inc: it wasn't a bad job, and everyone there was very lovely, Matty supposed, but it was dull. Of course, comparatively to his cam shows, most every job would seem boring and monotonous, and at least there were always different people in the little café.

Plus, since Matty had worked there, Nick had developed a taste for their green tea. He wasn't generally a fan, but he claimed that the flavour of Tea Inc's green tea was more than tolerable compared to shop bought. And so, whenever Nick had a day off when Matty was working, he would pop in at the end of Matty's shift, buy himself a green tea, and walk Matty home.

Really, it was a gesture that had been a recurring theme throughout their friendship: at school, whenever one of the boys had had a free period at the end of the day and the other hadn't, they would go to the other's last lesson and wait outside the classroom for them to finish so that they could walk home together.

If Matty and Nick were honest with themselves, they would appreciate how amazing it was that their friendship had lasted so long: now seven years strong, and with little more than the very occasional bump in the road along the way.

Today had been busier than usual in Tea Inc, especially given that it was a Tuesday and Matty had been on the morning shift. Admittedly, he had stayed on until after lunch, when people came in on their lunch breaks for a break with some pretentiously fancy tea, but there were rarely more than five people in the café at once, and Matty had counted seven at one point today.

Despite this newfound lack of boredom due to so many customers, Matty was incredibly grateful when Nick slipped through the door, the little silver bell tinkling gently, signifying the end of his shift. Matty tried not to keep an eye on the time when he knew Nick would come in; once he looks at the clock once, he looks every five minutes and the day takes about seven years.

Nick smirked as they made eye contact, sauntering over to his friend, who was already boiling the see-through kettle for Nick's green tea.

"How's it been today, Matty? Looks busy."

"Lots to do, I suppose. It's gone by fast today."Matty shrugged, tipping some green tea leaves into an infuser. "You?"

"Been fine, yeah." Nick dug his hands into his pockets, pulling out the tobacco and papers he'd resorted to using, telling himself he and Matty could go the other way home and stop at the shop for some proper cigarettes. He rolled up two cigarettes as he spoke, one for himself and one for Matty, who was always desperate for a smoke by the time his shift ended. "Went to see how much it'd cost to soundproof a room; really want my drums back from my parents' house."

Matty nodded, beaming at the familiar sight of Nick rolling up cigarettes as he poured the boiling water into a paper cup with the infuser resting inside. "Three minutes, mate."

When George proposed the idea of walking home the long way to go the the good shop - the one by their flat was stupidly overpriced, and George refused to shop there, though Matty didn't really mind - the short boy was surprisingly disgruntled.

"Nick, I'm not going the wrong way home just for cheaper cigarettes. I'm exhausted, I barely slept last night, and you want me to walk for an extra twenty minutes? Fuck off."

"Matty, it's an extra ten, at most-"

"I'm tired, Nick, you know how slowly I walk when I'm tired, it'd be fifteen at best-"

"Fucking hell Matty, walking half a mile further isn't going to make any difference, I swear to God."

"No." Matty crossed his arms, knowing that the turning that Nick would be taking for his frankly ridiculous detour was coming up soon.

"Christ Matty, fine - you go the normal bloody way and I'll go alone. Okay?"

Nick shook his head at the older boy, crossing the road in a huff, his fucking green tea clutched in his hands, knuckles white. It was all Matty could do to roll his eyes and continue the normal, proper way home, now in a bit of a mood.

When Matty was still pissy as he walked through their front door, he decided to do a show: probably a quick one since he was so frustrated right now and it probably wouldn't take much to have him cumming, but it was something to do that would let out his petty anger.

He quickly turned his laptop on once he reached his room, before stripping out of his jeans and floral shirt and bending over to root through his drawer for a nice pair of underwear: a deep red, lacy set with a black ribbon. Matty stepped into them before crouching in front of his bottom drawer: the one that he kept his toys in, honestly looking through for the biggest one he could find.

In frustration at his lack of big enough dildos, Matty stalked into Nick's room, knowing he'd had a few interesting relationships in the past that sometimes involved Nick wanting to fuck his partner with something bigger than his dick, which was quite impressive in itself. Matty knew exactly where to look in Nick's room - a tub under his bed, and immediately spotted a thick, sparkly, purple dildo. Perfect.

Matty straightened out the duvet cover on his own bed when he returned to his room, wanting it to at least look nice at the start of the show, before logging in to the camboy website and starting the show. He wasn't in the mood for waiting around today, deciding to lube up his fingers immediately as the screen showing his cam flickered into life. Matty pushed his fingers into his mouth, bobbing his head on them and looking into the webcam, tugging his digits slowly from between his lips after a few moments, biting his fingertips as he did so, showing his teeth so the camera could see.

He wasn't feeling up for paying any attention to the chat right now: he didn't need compliments and requests, he just wanted to blow off some steam and earn some money at the same time.

Sitting up on his knees, Matty wiggled both fingers into his arse, biting his lip at the slight burn from the fast stretch before sitting himself down on his digits, immediately brushing them against his prostate and feeling his dick twitch in response. He sank down, pushing his fingers in all the way to his knuckles and whining at the sensation, rocking back and forth and curling his fingers.

George Daniel didn't often work during the daytime. He was a photographer for several music magazines, doing photo shoots of bands and taking pictures at gigs mainly, though he occasionally did a standard modelling job with some prissy woman who paid fair too much attention to her hair.

The nature of his job meant that he had a lot of afternoons free: most of the photo shoots he did were in the morning, and he'd never had to get to a gig before seven in the evening before. Unfortunately, he didn't get many free evenings, so he missed a lot of Matty's shows: George had found the boy one night when he couldn't find any porn that seemed real enough for him, so he had slipped into a camboy website. Matty had popped up on his recommended list after he filled in the list of ideal traits, and George had immediately watched one of his previous shows, tugging away at his dick as he did so.

The second George received a google chrome notification that Matty had started a show, George unplugged his laptop and picked it up from its position on his desk where he had been working, carrying it over to his bed, where he lay down and placed the laptop on his thighs after pulling his jeans down. He began to palm himself through his boxers as the website loaded, Matty's whines spilling out of the speakers and fuelling George's movements.

By the time George had settled down on his double bed with his dick in his hand, now fully hard, Matty had the purple monster of a dildo in his hand, and was rubbing it along his arse, teasing himself with the tip as he palms at his balls, moans falling unceremoniously from his parted lips, his head tilted back and his hair pouring across his cheeks and shoulders, falling in his eyes.

Matty took his hand away from his cock, using it instead to pull at his arse so he could begin to slide the slicked up dildo (with a condom - he wasn't taking any chances about whether or not Nick had taken precautions with his partners) inside himself. He winced at the intrusion: there was no way he could have prepped enough for this without using a smaller toy first. His face scrunched up slightly, and he flung his head forward, his chin almost hitting his chest as he forced the toy further inside himself.

He hadn't really thought about it, but it being midday in the middle of the week, there weren't many people about watching shows right now. Matty didn't know, since he wasn't looking at the chat at all, focussing entirely on himself and the camera instead, but he was barely making any money today. If he'd considered the time of day, he might have realised it was best to wait until later, especially since he was using such a disgustingly large toy: a lot of his viewers frequently asked him to use bigger toys, to stretch himself out all the way, but he had never really felt up to it until today. Really, this was a bit of a waste.

But, with the cock halfway buried in Matty's arse, he wasn't particularly thinking about how much money he was making, and more about the way that the obscene vein details on the plastic toy were rubbing against his prostate, creating the most exhilarating friction in a way that had Matty falling backwards against the wall. He pressed his chest to the cold surface, turning his face to the side so that the camera could still see his profile and the purple dick sliding into his hole.

The sight of Matty fucking himself haphazardly on the toy had George jutting his hips up, moving his wrist faster as he pumped himself, biting his lip at the sight of Matty's pleasure-filled sigh. He loved Matty's shows, he really did, and while he normally held back his orgasm until Matty's, he needed this today, and within a few minutes of watching the toy disappear repeatedly into Matty's perfectly smooth arse, George found himself cumming, spilling onto his belly with a gasp and a final jolt of his hips.

Through his haze of pleasure and besottedness for the stunning man on his screen, George noticed once he came - before Matty, which turned out to be fortunate since the stream wasn't over yet - that the chat was almost empty, only a few messages popping up a minute. He hadn't clicked away from the stream, wanting to watch as Matty unravelled himself and spilled across his duvet, and it occurred to George when he noticed the lack of viewers that Matty would be making very little money.

George frowned at this realisation: he found it odd that Matty hadn't thought about the fact that he wouldn't make much money at all from this show. He felt bad for the boy, George supposed.

Matty was still riding the purple toy, his unequivocal moans getting higher and noisier as he wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking himself in time with the movements of his hips. He shifted slightly so that he was at a sort of three-quarter view for the camera, allowing his audience to see the movements of his hand on his dick as he came, stilling for a moment as he spilled across his thighs. George thought his expression was artwork in itself: something he definitely wouldn't mind photographing if he ever got the chance, his lips open and in a slight pout, his cheeks blushing the same pink as his mouth, and his eyelids fluttering, the long eyelashes creating flickering shadows across his flushed cheeks.

Without a second thought, George clicked on Matty's donate button just before the stream ended, getting in just in time to donate. Unsure as to how much Matty aimed to earn per stream, entered a three-digit number to the PayPal donation system, hitting confirm before standing up to grab a warm flannel from his en suite to wipe his stomach with.

Matty went to have his usual post-show shower, deciding to check his PayPal once he came back to see how much he'd earned. He didn't think he'd heard the sound of his goal being reached during the stream, which was a shame, but that didn't mean he hadn't got close.

He had in no way expected to see that over 300 quid had been added to his account when he got back from his shower. The sight of the sum made him almost dizzy; he couldn't remember ever earning that much during a single stream, especially not on a weekday. Shaking his head slowly, he logged back into the camboy site, deciding to see who had recently donated. His list of donators was only visible to anyone, but only he could see how much anyone had donated.

'boygeorgie" donated £250 at 15:07 today.

Matty couldn't quite believe that one person had spent so much money on him: that was more than his goal for a show, for fuck's sake; it was almost unfathomable to the young man. Deciding quickly that he couldn't just let that slide, he searched up the other man's profile on the website, typing out a message.

babyboytruman: Hi Georgie! I just wanted to thank you for donating so much in one go. Hope you enjoyed the show xx

"Matty? You home, mate?" Nick's voice rang through the apartment as Matty hit enter, and he quickly stood, tying his silky dressing gown a little tighter to greet the boy.

"Hey." Matty grinned sheepishly, looking at his feet. "Sorry about earlier. It was childish of me."

Nick raised his eyebrows: he had expected that he would have to be the one to apologise first, Matty being as stubborn as he was, but this was a nice surprise. "I'm sorry too, love. You seem more relaxed now, though, eh?"

Chuckling under his breath, Matty pushed his hair back from his face. "Just did a great show. This guy called George paid me like 200 quid."

"Fucking hell, Matty, who is he?"

"Dunno," Matty replied, shrugging. "I sent him a message, we'll see."

"No offence, but what the fuck did you do to deserve that much?"

Matty blushed, his lips forming an awkward half-smirk. "Used your massive dildo."

Nick rolled his eyes, wandering into the kitchen to put the kettle on. "Course you did. Want a drink?"

"Tea, please."

Nick went about making their drinks, handing one to Matty before continuing. "Make sure you clean it before you give it back, yeah?"

"Prick."