Jake Paul shakily walked into the run-down apartment building he and Bald Martin had agreed to meet at.

He took a shuddering breath before he descended up the stairs. He knew what he was doing was wrong, wrong to himself, wrong to Morgz.. Wrong to Bald Martin, wrong to Jill.. Big Jill, oh how she'd react. The look of betrayal on her face was enough to banish all thoughts of guilt from Jake Paul's mind.

He no longer cared. Martin wanted him and he wanted- no, needed the satisfying thrusts of Bald Martin.

He quickly ran to apartment 3B, beside apartment 3D wherein three d's were located.

As Jake opened the door, his senses were assaulted with the glorious smell of cinnamon, the musk of Martin and the smell of burning candles that had recently been put out.

As soon as he entered, his eyes flitted around the apartment once in a flurry, this was probably a nervous tick, before they finally sat and found their home. Their home being the luxurious sofa in the middle of the first room. Upon it lay Bald Martin, with nothing but the scantest piece of red cloth concealing his unblemished, youthful flesh. 

Like a bull to hay, like a moth to the flame, Jake Paul was drawn to Bald Martin and his red cloth, however scant it may be. 

Jake Paul longed for nothing more than to have Bald Martin completely take over his senses, for Bald Martin to take him. Jake Paul was willing for anything, for everything when it came to Martin.

* 

Bald Martin deposited his large, giant crotch area within Jake Paul's Jake hole.

"OMG?!! YAAAASSSSS papi" Jake Paul screeched, temporarily deafening Bald Martin.

* round two

"come on fuck me emo boy" was playing in the background as Bald Martin slid his Godly genitals into the ready and welcoming sanctuary that was Jake Paul's Jake hole.

Note:
This takes place in the near future.