Devil on My Shoulder (Aiden Flynn) (Male Reader)
Episode 8
You Don’t Know…
‘It’s hot as fuck in here…’ That’s the first coherent thought that entered your brain as slowly, you began to wake up. Confused and disoriented, because the entire building came with central heating and air conditioning, you go to toss off the sheets only to touch bare skin instead.
Eyes popping open, you sat up ramrod straight, and glance to the right.
There’s a green-haired man, naked as the day he was born, in bed, spooning against you. It’s a sight that doesn’t register for a minute. You close your eyes for a second, half expecting that you’re still dreaming.
Having a whacky nightmare, or even a mid-life crisis, maybe?
Anything’s possible after all.
Opening your eyes, the image doesn’t change. Anger and even a dash of fear spread throughout your body, and you come to the decision that you should have from the start.
You’re about to kick the shit out of this asshole…!!
Except you’re thwarted by the green-haired fucker himself waking up, stretching his arms overhead, arching his back and yawning wide, the sheets pooling around tan, muscular hips, and, much to your utter horror and mortification, you gape unattractively for a second and then quickly look away, like a punk or something.
“Ugh, I can feel your brain melting as you have a big gay freak out over there…” Fingers curl around your wrist and you flinch minutely. The hand immediately released you. “Sorry, sorry! Haha, you know me, always a little too quick to touch people. Sorry.” He chuckled, but to your ears, it sounded rather forced, which for some reason upset you, and you glanced at the other man, “Um, so… Nothing happened last night, so you can relax, big guy.”
Mouth opening, you’re about to speak, but then realize that the thoughts reverberating in your brain are too scrambled to assess thing properly, so you had a couple false starts. Before you could actually say something to get rid of this awkward, tense atmosphere, the strangest phenomenon happens, that makes you question your sanity, and causes you to wonder if you’re in the middle of some weird ongoing daymare or whatever.
Everything….freezes.
Ghostly white words appeared in front of your face.
/ Camp Buddy is a story based game that features player choice. The consequence of all your in-game actions and decisions will impact the past, present, and future. Choose wisely. /
‘What the fuck…?’
[ “Um, so… Nothing happened last night, so you can relax, big guy.” (Silence is always a valid option, too.)
a.) “Of course nothing went on. You wouldn’t be moving around comfortably, for one, after all…”
b.) “I just want to know why we’re in bed together. We haven’t so much as hugged in years.”
c.) “This is too much nonsense so early. Go back to bed, I know I am…”
d.) “….” ]
It now sinks in that some next level, Matrix-esque bullshite is going on. You’d thought the guy laying naked in bed with you looked familiar although his name had stubbornly eluded you until now.
Aiden Flynn. The cook/scoutmaster of Camp Buddy; a visual novel/video game series Kym had bought as a birthday gag gift last year. Or so you told yourself. Especially when it became clear exactly what type of content was actually in the game.
A lesser man would have flown off the handle, blustered and raved. A normal man would calmly tell Kym never to pull such a prank again, as it was distasteful. A pettier man wouldn’t have talked to her for awhile, just to prove a point.
However, you’re a man who had always been honest with yourself, your lovers and one night stands. Personally, you labeled your sexuality as fluid, and once had a rather interesting conversation with an ex girlfriend at 3 AM about bisexuality vs pansexuality.
‘What the fuck am I even thinking about right now!?’
Flustered, no, mortified, really, you paced the length of the room, going from one end to the other, idly cataloging that your simulated body remains locked in the position that you’d last been in. Dragging a hand down your face, you forced yourself to think about this calmly, logically. To remember as many details as possible and attempt to make sense of this weirdness.
You recalled Kymbrea’s belated Christmas gift. How, against your better judgment, you decided to test it out anyway. The technicolor bursting across your vision as the game set went haywire and the AI taking on your voice, standing as you did, and then at last, striding towards you, touching your hand before…
‘I’m in a simulation.’
The unchangeable truth that you’d tried to deny so strongly can no longer be ignored.
‘My real, physical body is not here, and I’m likely unconscious or comatose.’ You hoped that someone would be by to find your body and take you to the hospital. The likelihood of that actually happening is perhaps 50/50 depending on the individual and their level of generosity.
Exhaling bitterly, you muse, ‘I woke up in bed next to a half-naked guy in a gay video game. Sounds like the start of a fanfic written by some lonely fujoshi living in the attic of her parent’s house.’
Annoyed with being annoyed with the entire situation, you realize that those ghostly white words aren’t going anywhere. It’s like a neon sign tempting and taunting you.
…What the hell.
Might as well go along with this and see where it leads.
Sullenly, you reached out and touched an option at random, not really focusing. After a blink and a breath, you realized that it was option b.
Time unfroze and you found yourself uttering the words.
Aiden’s uncomfortable expression shifted, features twisting in a grimace. “That’s kind of Yuri’s fault.” He must’ve took note of your unimpressed look because he hastened to explain. “OK, OK! It was Yuri’s idea, but I didn’t… discourage her. I know you’re not big on parties and being around people much, so when she gave me the idea to swap your normal fruit juice for the special spiked version for scoutmasters, I…may have given you my cup instead.”
You sat up, letting the thin sheets fall off your body as you prepare to get out of bed and, and, you didn’t know what you were going to do next because a hand is on your upper shoulder, tugging you so that you’re pressed up against his side.
“Get off of me, Aiden.”
“Please don’t be mad!” His half pleading tone grated on you, his warm breath caressing the shell of your ear, body pressed up against yours, warmth seeping into your skin, though you’re trying valiantly to ignore it. “I just wanted you to have at least one decent experience this summer. You’ve been wound up so tight, and, and, and–”
“And you’re a grade-A idiot.” Your words are blunt, but honest. Aiden winced but didn’t deny it. “I should be angry, but there were good intentions behind the thought, I guess.”
“You guess?” Aiden comically pouted, pressing up against you even more.
You could actually feel his dick…
The stray thought, and again, the realization of the intimate proximity should freak you out, maybe make you shove him away and out of the bed. Instead you do the exact opposite, you tilt your head, peering at his face.
There’s a minute flash of surprise and uncertainty in his expression, but he doesn’t resist when you place a hand on the nape of his neck.
Then as Aiden parts his lips, opening his mouth to say something, what, you didn’t know, didn’t care to know, as you’re kissing now. Although you’re sure he’d read the intent in your body language and expression, still, Aiden jerked minutely, his eyes remain open and so do yours. After a second, you pulled back, just slightly. Licking your lips, you laugh softly, awkward. “Sorry. I should have asked.”
There’s a soft exhale, Aiden shuffling about in bed. “Yeah, you surprised me.” You nod, about to apologize but he reached out now, cupping your cheek, tilting your head up to his line of sight. “Didn’t think you saw me that way. The way that I…” he paused, hesitating, but you could fill in the blanks. “Redo?” His thumb ran over your bottom lip, eyes intent.
It’s weird that a move that you’d pulled countless times on women is now being used on you…and it’s working. You nodded once and Aiden leaned in to kiss you. At first, it’s chaste, just lips on lips, then after a moment, he broke it, pulling back to check your expression, whatever he saw must’ve been enough to make him relax as bit by bit, the kisses became steadily less PG-13. Sometime during this whole thing, he’d steadily been coaxing you to the middle of the bed, and you’re on your back.
“Do you want to stop?” The words are murmured against your throat. There’s no hiding how turned on he is, or how turned on you are, and neither of you are trying very hard to hide that fact, either way. “We don’t have to go all the way. I mean, I have lube but not a condom…” Aiden went on to explain hurriedly, orange eyes catching your gaze and the concern is obvious. He won’t do anything you don’t want to do or you’re not ready for.
You swallow. “Not ready for that, but….” For a moment, you hesitated. Only a moment. “Maybe get the lube, that’ll make it easier.”
“Wait, why would w…Ohhh.” Aiden didn’t ask anymore questions or make stupid comments. He merely sat up and grabbed the little tube out of his beside dresser drawer. “You know, we don’t have to do this….?”
You shoved the covers off your body, revealing your lower half without any apparent trepidation at all. “If you keep asking if I’ve chickened out, I might get a complex.” You half tease. Aiden stared at you, at your body, and some confidence came back as you snagged the lube from him, popping the cap open, poured some in your right hand. “I want to do this with you.” You state again, calmly and clearly. “Unless you want to stop?”
Aiden exhaled, and some invisible weight finally, finally seemed to ease from his shoulders. He pressed a long, hard kiss to your mouth as you nudged the covers off of him as well, using your left hand to tweak a nipple, just to tease, trailing over his abs, and then trailing down down down. He broke the kiss only to moan as you wrap your hand, wet with lube, around his cock. “Nnngh, fuck…”
“Good?” You murmur, amusement thick in your tone. You give his cock a slow stroke, base to tip. Aiden swore, chest heaving, as gradually you sped up the motions, occasionally fondling his balls. He got even louder as after a few minutes you mentally said fuck it. You poured more lube on your left hand, and leaned your head down, tracing his nipples with your tongue. Aiden spread his legs wider and while you slowed down on jerking him off, his displeasure made obvious as he whined, you ignored that for a moment as slowly, carefully, you fingered him.
“[Your Name}!”
Aiden is really too cute. That flush on his tan cheeks, how he bit his bottom lip, riding your fingers. You scissored your fingers, spreading him open wider, index and middle finger pressing in aaaand you found it, obviously; the prostate. Aiden arched his back, crying out loudly as he came all over his own stomach and chest.
“Baby, that was hot as fuck…” You didn’t immediately pull your fingers free. No, you kept fingering him for a few seconds longer, making sure that you wrung him dry of that orgasm, and gave a quick few pumps of his cock, licking your lips as even more cum dribbled out the tip. Reading his body language as closely as you were, you could tell when pleasure started to change to discomfort, and you slowly stopped all your ministrations.
It didn’t take you long at all to come yourself, two quick strokes, and you were spraying your seed all over his chest, though a bit got him on the chin. Aiden stuck his tongue out as you did, the mental image giving you ideas…
Before you could lean down and kiss him again, or go get tissues or something to clean up, time froze.
{Aiden Affection increased by 6}
{Aiden Affection increased by 6}
{Aiden Affection increased by 6}
{Gained the ‘We’re definitely not just friends’ trophy}
/Congratulations! You’ve made your first significant choice. There are several hidden trophies to be collected and every choice can has the potential for greater impact and deeper conversation.
So it’s highly advised to try them all to get the full experience! If you’d like to check your progress in the storyline, check your inventory, view your trophies, check your stats, check your friendship(s) stats, turn on and off Tutorial Mode, or to save and exit the game, you can return to the Main Menu after a checkpoint has been reached or you’ve made a significant choice.
Would you like to try it out now?
a.) Yes
b.) No /
You reached out and touched the wisp-like word ‘Yes’. A second later and a full body screenshot appeared. You’re dressed in the standard Camp Buddy uniform, only a stethoscope is dangling around your neck.
Animal motif
Personality
Likes
Dislikes
Thankfully, some things like your name, age, height and weight were already filled in by default, though you had to correct the animal motif, personality type (tsundere, really?), some likes and dislikes, before you could comfortably admit to being okay with it.
Reaching out, you touched the full body screenshot, holding it there, before ‘swiping’ right. Next popped up the inventory, which contained only items Tylenol, a med-kit, and some wraps and bandages. Again, you swiped right, and up popped up the story progression timeline, which is at 1%. Messing around with the settings, you checked each one to see what it meant and that you understood the basics, like checking the blood and gore box, so you’d be able to see a gory or gross scene uncensored, sex scenes, etc.
It would do for now.
Then you came across the Friendship Stats and even some background, admittedly, this is when things got….interesting.
You’re the medic of Camp Buddy. Hired on by Goro at another location, it’d actually been you who told Aiden about the job. The two of you were childhood friends and had in fact went to the same schools right up until after senior year, though the two of y’all remained in touch. After meeting Yuri, and she met Aiden, the duo become a trio. The three of you were mischievous as could be….before the incident last summer with Taiga and the bullies. With the camp so divided, you decided to pull an underdog play and support Taiga, taking him on as sort of willing apprentice.
‘He was a little asshole for half the game but I guess he does need an adult figure that isn’t spazzing out on him.’ Curiosity piqued, you could admit that you were getting invested in the game and how it would turn out.
You were level 9 with Yuri. Plain and simple, she was a fujoshi. You found her antics for the most part ignorable but hilarious, when it’s at someone else’s expense. The two of you do manage to have simple conversations here and there, when she isn’t shipping you with her dad or Aiden.
You were level 10 with Goro. He trusted you implicitly….for some reason. It’s clear that he puts more trust in you than Yoshi. The two of you have a professional relationship.
Yoshinori is at level 4. He doesn’t hate you or anything and does at least respect you. He’s just never made a real effort to talk to you one-on-one, except to halfheartedly scold you for encouraging Yuri, maybe. Wow, what an asshat.
Aiden is at level 7. Best friend. Fellow co-conspirator. Childhood friend. Crush. …Love…r…. It’s complicated, clearly.
You’re intensely interested now. How would things play out now that you’re apart of the game? Could you help Camp Buddy succeed and flourish, or would you stand aside and let it flop? Did you even have that choice when you weren’t the main character…
Swiping right a final time, you came across the final screen.
/Save and Continue or Save and Exit?/
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And thus concludes the chapter! What do YOU want to do? Do you want to continue or do you want to come back to this sassy boy later? You decide!