Rating:

Explicit

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Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types

Relationships:

Luca Haas/Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, One sided luca haas / ilya rozanov

Characters:

Ilya Rozanov, Luca Haas

Additional Tags:

one-sided, Alternate Universe - Sex Cam Workers, Exhibitionism, Super Straight Broz spinoff fanfic, Listen I just realized Luca probably definitely just started watching this stream for the video games then got in way over his head

Language:

English

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Published: 2026-07-06 Words: 2,584 Chapters: 1/1

Thanks for the tip, Luca!

Summary

On a lonely summer break before university, Luca Haas starts watching video game streams for some company and background noise. Then one day, his favorite streamer's game of Smash takes a surprising turn.

OR

Shameless Luca spinoff smut of Super Straight Broz (Live) by Stickyslut17.

Notes

Currently obsessing over the fic Super Straight Broz (Live) and the throwaway mention of Luca in chapter 1. I got seized with the idea that Luca first started watching for the stream for the videogames and wrote all of this in a rapid fugue state. Enjoy!

• Inspired by Super Straight Broz (Live) by Stickyslut17

It started out as the most boring sumer of Luca’s life.

After countless grueling months of study, he had finally completed the Matura - the final exams necessary to start the next stage of his education.

University would be starting in a few short months.

 

Luca's small group of friends had all been excited to take this time off time to go off traveling.

Luca had no such luck. 

His family could certainly afford it. But his mother thought it would be a better way to build character and bolster his CV to spend the time doing some remote work for his uncle's accountancy office instead.

 

So while his friends were traveling across Europe, having adventures and making memories - Luca was cooped up in his room - doing the most boring data entry job that could possibly be conceived. 

It wasn’t a very difficult job.

Within the first week or two, he set up a few macros on excel that automated most of the work he was meant to be doing. The rest of it was answering the odd email, and making sure that data sheets (that he was pretty sure nobody was reading anyway) went out on time.

 

If he had been living on his own, Luca probably could have done most of his work from his phone. But his mother would certainly notice if he was gone for long stretches of the day, and wind up giving him chores or some other task to do. So from 9AM to 5PM, Monday to Friday, he dutifully sat himself at his desk and did his best to kill time.

He liked to work on his art a lot, filling up his sketchbooks and refining his skills with the Loomis method.

 

Luca started listening to streamers mostly just for a bit of background noise and company.

He missed the video game nights he and his friends would have while preparing for exams - the odd night of reprieve to have a few drinks and let go of some of the ever-present ambient stress. 

 

There were plenty of people out there streaming as they played video games, but a lot of them were boring, he found.

They’d play the game, but ignore the chat and only speak when directly prompted with a question. 

One though, Luca quite liked.

 

TheeRussianStallion wasn’t a great Smash player.

Luca was pretty sure he could beat him, if they ever played together. 

But he was fun to listen to. 

 

He’d talk about films he’d seen, celebrities that annoyed him.

He complained about his uber eats delivery job a lot.

But not in a way that was grating or annoying.

 

Also, his accent was… nice. Interesting. 

 

Luca would listen to him talk as he did his boring data entry job, and it loosened some of the fomo-related anxiety that had been plaguing him over the course of the summer. 

TheeRussianStallion didn’t have a lot of followers. Ten or twelve people generally, per stream. He didn't make a ton of money off of it.

Maybe he was lonely too?

Probably not. Stallion was cool. 

He was a few years older than Luca. Already living on his own. Well, not on his own. He mentioned having a roommate a few times. But he wasn’t living with his parents.

Stallion was cocky and confident and funny.

He probably had loads of friends. Even if they didn’t seem to know about his stream or care much to log on to support it.

 

“An extra $1.50 just for a slice of egg and cheese! These ingredients cost nothing. It is robbery.” 

Stallion started his stream but hadn’t started gaming yet.

Instead, he was explaining to Luca and the three others watching the ‘hack’ he had for the McDonalds mcgriddle.

 

“Eggs are sixteen cents. A slice of cheese is - I don’t know. This one is free because my roomie bought it.”

 

He had pushed aside his keyboard and disassembled his mcgriddle on the desk - and was now carefully tipping on the world's worst-looking fried egg onto it.

 

“It is not the same, but it is the extra dollar I get to keep that tastes good.”

 

Stallion folded the doctor’s mcgriddle back up and took a hearty bite of it.

 

Luca smiled sadly. 

As lonely and stifling as it was to be living with his parents, he knew he was lucky. He had never thought twice about something as simple as upgrading a McDonalds sandwich. He made decent money and had a good bit saved up. Even when he started University in a few months, he likely wouldn't have to stress over an egg and a slice of cheese.

 

“Sometimes I get lucky and I get an uber delivery where someone makes an order for an upgraded meal. Then I can get a plain one and swap the orders. Small change, sometimes people don't even notice.”

 

Luca laughed. A few people on the chat were complaining about the dishonestly. They got a swift and unapologetic middle finger from Stallion in response.

 

Luca swiveled over to his second monitor where the stream was playing.

 

+$8.00 Breakfast tomorrow on me :)

 

Stallion choked on his bite, leaning forward with a big toothy grin.

 

“Thanks for the tip, Luca! You are the best!” 

Luca smiled for the first time that day.

Stallion leaned back in his chair and threw both fists up with a hearty whoop.

As he did, Stallion’s t-shirt rode up - just a little bit.

But enough that it showed the slip of his skin of his navel. Luca glanced at the chat, wondering if anyone else had noticed.

Stallion picked his Smash game back up. Leaning back in his chair, legs casually spread wide.

There was a dark patch of curly amber hair scattered around his bellybutton, disappearing under the waistband of his pants.

Luca watched the stream. He didn't watch the game.

Stallion got up about an hour later to get a glass of water. He casually tugged on his shirt as he did, and Luca was finally able to tear his gaze away.

 

Luca lay up in bed for a long time that night. 

He hugged a pillow to his chest, thinking about Stallion and his happy trail.

He shifted his knees a bit, chewing on the nailbed of his thumb as he tried to put it out of his mind, and tried not to think of his cock sitting heavy under his boxers.

 

He fought the urge to touch himself.

When he noticed his hips rubbing up against the pillow, he bit his lip and forced himself to stop.

 

It wouldn’t have felt right. Even if he really wanted to.

 

Sure, Stallion wasn't his friend. They didn't know eachother.

But he said Luca's name. They interacted, kind of.

 

It felt... a little pervy.

And it wasn’t that kind of livestream, after all.

 

-

 

“What character are we thinking today, chat?”

Stallion booted up the game, flicking through the character roster.

 

Luca glanced up at the stream.

He always felt bad if Stallion didn’t get feedback. If the chat was quiet, Stallion usually just shrugged it off and picked something himself. 

But Luca still felt bad.

He liked hearing Stallion in the background. He didn't want him to give up.

 

+$3 you should play as Kirby.

 

Luca’s friend Noah always picked Kirby.

 

He had given himself an unofficial allowance of around twenty francs - around twenty-five dollars - for Stallion per week.

He was basically Luca’s only friend until the end of the summer, and he would have been spending about that much (probably more) per week on average to go to the cinema, or out to the odd bar or club. 

 

“Ha! Kirby. Love that little suck-boy. Alright let’s go-”

 

Luca sniggered. 

He wasn’t the only one. 

A few others in the chat had jumped on gleefully, ribbing Stallion for the comment. 

 

Little suck-boy?

I think that was his name in the original Japanese, yeah?

I’ll tip you $5 if you change your name to TheeRussianSuckboy for the rest of the stream.

 

“Oh easy!” Stallion grinned, hitting a few keys. He was clearly delighted to see the chat so animated. Sometimes long minutes would pass by without anyone saying anything, and Luca could tell it sometimes made him a bit grumpy.

 

Stallion's username updated at the top of the screen. 

 

+$5 Nice one, Suck Boy! Here you go.

 

“Hate to break it to you, but I’m straight bro. You want to hear about my mouth, go ask your mother.” 

 

Luca grinned, sending a few laughing emojis into the chat along with the few others listening.

Though quite a few more had joined recently.

 

This was too funny. They likely had gotten the wrong idea from Stallion’s pervy fake username. 

 

Are you just playing videogames? Boring.

Omg you are so hottttt.

+$10 take your shirt off

Show us your armpits.

 

Gross man its not that kind of stream.

 

“Haha, welcome everybody!” Stallion was laughing, his eyes darting over the chat with surprise.

The users had jumped from 12 (not a bad average for Stallion) to 28 in a matter of minutes - a new viewing record.

 

When does the sucking start?

+$10 take your shirt off

 

Stallion was ignoring the game now.

Donkey Kong grabbed Kirby, spun him in a rapid circle and launched him off the side of the board. 

 

+$10 take your shirt off

 

Almost unconsciously, Stallion’s thumb ran along the hem of his worn henley, the fabric pulled taut. 

Through against the cotton, his nipples were hard.

Luca’s mouth was dry.

No way.

 

+$50 take your shirt off 

 

Stallion grinned.

 

“Fuck yeah! Alright man, fuck.” 

He crossed his arms and shucked off his henley.

And all at once, he was there.

Luca had been spending the past week pretending he hadn’t been losing his mind over a few curls of navel fuzz - and here he was all on display.

Fuck, if he knew all he had to do ws give the guy $80…

 

Stallion leaned back, laughing heartily. 

He looked good.

Hard planes of abs. His shoulders and biceps proportional and defined. 

Above the band of his pants you could see how his hips jutted off sharp in hard, delicious lines. Framing his - 

Fuck, that patch of hair was going to drive him insane…

 

“What about you, armpit guy? Something you want to see?” Stallion had his arms carefully tucked, not giving anything away.

 

+$25 Lift your arms up, please.

+$10 Please

 

“Wow, you don’t have to beg!” Stallion stretched his arms over his head, tucking them casually behind his neck.

 

Luca didn’t quite get what the fuss was about that, but he was glad that Stallion had his mcgriddles sorted out for the week. 

A few weeks.

The new pose gave a calculated flex to his biceps, causing them to pop nicely. It definitely didn’t hurt the - whatever was happening now.

 

The tips were coming in a steady stream now.

There were nearly fifty streamers online.

Stallion’s video game was pretty much forgotten.

 

Luca watched with wide-eyed fascination as the moment unfolded.

 

Oh man, he’s hard.

Yeah you can see the outline of his cock.

That's so hot.

 

“Fuck yes I’m hard, I just got like two-hundred dollars from all my new friends.” 

He was loving it.

 

+$200 touch yourself

 

“Oh yeah, where?” He ran a hand down the middle of his sternum, brushing past and ignoring his tight, dusky nipples in a deliberate way that set Luca’s teeth on edge. 

 

+$20 rub your nipples

When does the sucking start

+$1 Take your cock out

 

“Fuck off, I’m not taking my cock out for a dollar!”

 

+$99 lick your fingers and touch your nipples

 

Luca’s cheeks glowed pink. 

 

Not ten minutes ago, he had given the guy $3 to pick Kirby in a game of Super Smash Brothers and had the audacity to feel like he’d been doing something nice.

 

Now he felt like a child, discovering something new and enticing and forbidden as Stallion made a show of rubbing his index finger and thumb against the flat of his tongue - pinching and rolling his nipples playfully for the camera.

 

Luca's own cock was throbbing and pulsing away shamefully and painfully against his slacks. 

He groaned, pressing the heel of his palm against it.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen.

 

It had to be fine, right? 

This wasn’t - it wasn’t Luca just perving anymore. 

Stallion clearly didn’t care. Maybe he liked it?

He wouldn't be doing this if he didn't know... if it wasn't okay...

 

Luca rubbed the heel of his palm over his cock, whimpering softly through his nose.

 

Stallion was stroking himself over the fabric of his pants now. He was tugging and holding the material so the outline of something heavy and girthy was visible there for Luca to see.

 

He moaned quietly. Something hard and wet leaked down over the curve of his thigh.

 

Yes, Stallion was definitely liking this. 

Luca’s pants were unzipped before he remembered the door. With a mad scramble, he hurried to it and locked the door, checking it twice.

His mother generally respected his privacy, she certainly wasn’t going to burst in but if the stars aligned that way Luca couldn’t possibly think of a worse time for it to happen.

 

“Okay… but before I do this, I want more. Two hundred more and I will take them off, I swear.”

 

Luca would have paid it, but he didn’t have to.

Half a dozen different viewers dumped in tips all at once, more than three times that amount. All at once, all for him.

 

Luca took his own hard little member in his hand, biting back a whimper as he started stroking himself in earnest. 

He felt so foolish for waiting so long. For beating himself up and feeling pervy about it.

Stallion wanted him to see. He wanted him to do this.

The big, beautiful Russian man had his own cock out now, taking his time and drawing it out.

Thick and gorgeous and uncut. Glistening plump at the tip.

 

Luca’s mouth watered - ached with the phantom longing of having something that heavy and warm in his mouth.

Kneeling between his legs, nuzzling his nose in his soft curly hair…

Could he make him feel good? 

 

He shoved his hand into his mouth and bit down. He was so close - so close - he didn’t want to cum yet! 

Stallion was still touching himself.

He needed to sear the image of it into his memory, without the post-orgasm haze of shame hanging over him.

 

Trying to hold himself back only resulted in Luca’s hips jerking forward, like they had a mind of their own. 

He couldn’t hold back. 

 

Luca frantically yanked himself to completion, whimpering and sobbing and trying to ignore how much one of his little cut-off cries sounded a bit too much like “Daddy!” as he did.

During the long summer weeks, Luca had little more to do than to work, sleep and jerk off. He hadn’t been denying himself. But he was still astounded at just how much he came - messing all over his stomach and hand and thoroughly soaking his pants. 

 

He lay there in a dazed, satiated and thoroughly confused afterglow. 

 

On the screen, Stallion had already cum as well. He was mopping up thick globs of white with his poor cotton henley. 

He was elated, thanking the chat. 

 

Promising them more.

 

I wonder if he’s getting McDonalds tonight. 

Luca thought distantly, as the chat finally ended and the screen went dark.