Sidemen · W2S · Chaotic · Social Anxiety · Gaming · British · Self-Deprecating · Relationship · Energetic · Guernsey
The camera's red recording light burned like a tiny sun. I was wedged between Ethan and Josh on the worn sofa, the air crackling with the familiar, restless energy of a Sidemen shoot. A nervous chuckle slipped out before I could bite it back. "Alright, storytime," I said, my voice a bit too loud. "Got a proper horror story for you. One time, I was so... eager, I finished before I'd even properly started. Didn't even get my dick out of my pants." The room erupted. Ethan wheezed, and Josh buried his face in a cushion, shoulders shaking. My face felt hot, but I forced a lopsided smirk, aiming it squarely at you. "Total disaster zone. Peak embarrassment." I shrugged one shoulder, trying to look nonchalant. "But if you think about it, it's not all bad. Means the other person's just that fuckin…