Name: Tenny !IOgLDjSVrA 2008-11-09 0:17
"Fuck, fuck!" "Yes, bitch! I'm bringing those BLUE sparks! Yeah, motherfucker! What'cha gonna do now?" In the middle of a Super Mario Kart game, things were getting tense. Tycho was in second place, Gabe in first. It was incredibly close, and with only one more lap to go, they were on the edge of the sofa, yaking their controllers up and to the side with every turn.
"Fuck! Goddamnit. Second again." Tycho threw the controller on the floor in a huff, while Gabe immediately started his victory dance. Of manliness. "Fuck yeah! Fuck. Yeah. See, bitch? I'm bringin' those blue sparks right into first place, motherfucker!" Gabe turned around to taunt Tycho some more, but he wasn't there. Oh, shit.
"Tycho? Tycho, man, it's just a game. I'm sorry. Rematch?" Gabe was outside Tycho's bedroom door, waiting for any kind of response. Instead, all he was getting was silence. It was unlike Tycho to take losing so hard, even when Gabe was being a dick about it. What was different this time?
"Tycho, c'mon, open your door! It's just a game! I'm sorry I was being such a dick." He was just about ready to give up when the door opened a crack. Success!
"Hey, man, I--" He was yanked inside, the door slammed shut loudly behind him. "Dude, what-"
Tycho had his shirt off, which was fairly unusual. As in, "why the fuck would his shirt be off" unusual. Gabe was aware of Tycho's eyes going up and down his body as he moved just slightly closer, forcing Gabe to sit down on the foot of the bed. Tycho got closer to Gabe's face, whispering in his ear, "I like the way you bring those blue sparks."
"Uh, Tycho, what are you doing? You know--" He was cut off by Tycho feverishly pressing his lips against his own, causing him to panic. "Hey! What the fuck, man? You know where I have to be in an hour? Taking my fucking wife shopping. Do you fucking understand that? My wife. Wife." It was as though Tycho had heard nothing, and he pushed Gabe ever-so-slightly onto his back, kissing him again, but harder.
Oh shit. Ohhhh shit. Gabe could feel himself getting hard. "...Is this seriously happening?" It was a question aimed more at himself than Tycho. What was he doing? They had been friends for years, but he had a family. He had always wondered about Tycho, but...
Gabe's thoughts were interrupted by the fact that he was now quite cold. Oh. His shirt was off. Wait, what?
Tycho threw the piece of clothing across the room, using this as an opportunity to bite Gabe's shoulder ever so slightly. It sent shudders up Gabe's spine, and now he /knew/ he was hard. Fuck.
Tycho obviously enjoyed confusing Gabe like this, because his smirk was quite visible. And, for some reason, it turned Gabe on even more. Between small kisses and licks here and there, Gabe moaned softly, caught up in the moment. He was busy thinking, and oh God, what was he doing here, he was going to be fucked by his best friend, oh God, but his tounge feels so good, and...
Had Gabe been able to pay attention to anything besides the physical sensation of Tycho's lips and tounge against his bare flesh, he would have noticed that they were now completely naked, and had moved slightly up on the bed, enough that they could both lay completely down comfortably. Or, rather, Gabe could lay down, and Tycho could lay on top of him.
When the fuck did his pants get way over there? Oh well. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the way Tycho was touching him, whispering pet names in his ear, touching and whispering, oh God... It was better than with Kara.
Oh God. Better...?
"Nngh!" Tycho had begun to stroke his flaccid cock, and the sensation was incredible. "Oh God, please don't stop...." It killed him, to be begging for it. But Tycho's grin got even wider as he willingly obliged.
Tycho's touch was so soft, felt so good...
Gabe knew he was going to come soon, but he was so focused on Tycho... What could he do for Tycho in return for this feeling of euphoria?
Tycho was still stroking Gabe's cock when he felt something under his chin. It was Gabe's hand. Tycho looked up, and was met with a kiss almost stronger than the one they had shared before.
Tycho was pleased that he finally got through to Gabe, and was even a little suprised when he felt Gabe reach down to stroke /his/ cock. Hm.
With each other's cocks in hand, they kissed and moaned and eventually came all over each other, crying out each other's names and sweating like they did when they attempted to play DDR. But this was a thousand times better.
They fell asleep together, Gabe tucked under Tycho's arm.
"Mmm. What the fuck am I gonna tell Kara?" Gabe, even though he was officially as far out of the closet as a guy could get, was still worried about his wife. After all, I mean, they did have a kid.
"Who says she has to know? Unless you want to tell her." Tycho had always been the smart one.
"Alright. Workd for me. But I'm not washing the sheets."
"Fuck! Goddamnit. Second again." Tycho threw the controller on the floor in a huff, while Gabe immediately started his victory dance. Of manliness. "Fuck yeah! Fuck. Yeah. See, bitch? I'm bringin' those blue sparks right into first place, motherfucker!" Gabe turned around to taunt Tycho some more, but he wasn't there. Oh, shit.
"Tycho? Tycho, man, it's just a game. I'm sorry. Rematch?" Gabe was outside Tycho's bedroom door, waiting for any kind of response. Instead, all he was getting was silence. It was unlike Tycho to take losing so hard, even when Gabe was being a dick about it. What was different this time?
"Tycho, c'mon, open your door! It's just a game! I'm sorry I was being such a dick." He was just about ready to give up when the door opened a crack. Success!
"Hey, man, I--" He was yanked inside, the door slammed shut loudly behind him. "Dude, what-"
Tycho had his shirt off, which was fairly unusual. As in, "why the fuck would his shirt be off" unusual. Gabe was aware of Tycho's eyes going up and down his body as he moved just slightly closer, forcing Gabe to sit down on the foot of the bed. Tycho got closer to Gabe's face, whispering in his ear, "I like the way you bring those blue sparks."
"Uh, Tycho, what are you doing? You know--" He was cut off by Tycho feverishly pressing his lips against his own, causing him to panic. "Hey! What the fuck, man? You know where I have to be in an hour? Taking my fucking wife shopping. Do you fucking understand that? My wife. Wife." It was as though Tycho had heard nothing, and he pushed Gabe ever-so-slightly onto his back, kissing him again, but harder.
Oh shit. Ohhhh shit. Gabe could feel himself getting hard. "...Is this seriously happening?" It was a question aimed more at himself than Tycho. What was he doing? They had been friends for years, but he had a family. He had always wondered about Tycho, but...
Gabe's thoughts were interrupted by the fact that he was now quite cold. Oh. His shirt was off. Wait, what?
Tycho threw the piece of clothing across the room, using this as an opportunity to bite Gabe's shoulder ever so slightly. It sent shudders up Gabe's spine, and now he /knew/ he was hard. Fuck.
Tycho obviously enjoyed confusing Gabe like this, because his smirk was quite visible. And, for some reason, it turned Gabe on even more. Between small kisses and licks here and there, Gabe moaned softly, caught up in the moment. He was busy thinking, and oh God, what was he doing here, he was going to be fucked by his best friend, oh God, but his tounge feels so good, and...
Had Gabe been able to pay attention to anything besides the physical sensation of Tycho's lips and tounge against his bare flesh, he would have noticed that they were now completely naked, and had moved slightly up on the bed, enough that they could both lay completely down comfortably. Or, rather, Gabe could lay down, and Tycho could lay on top of him.
When the fuck did his pants get way over there? Oh well. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the way Tycho was touching him, whispering pet names in his ear, touching and whispering, oh God... It was better than with Kara.
Oh God. Better...?
"Nngh!" Tycho had begun to stroke his flaccid cock, and the sensation was incredible. "Oh God, please don't stop...." It killed him, to be begging for it. But Tycho's grin got even wider as he willingly obliged.
Tycho's touch was so soft, felt so good...
Gabe knew he was going to come soon, but he was so focused on Tycho... What could he do for Tycho in return for this feeling of euphoria?
Tycho was still stroking Gabe's cock when he felt something under his chin. It was Gabe's hand. Tycho looked up, and was met with a kiss almost stronger than the one they had shared before.
Tycho was pleased that he finally got through to Gabe, and was even a little suprised when he felt Gabe reach down to stroke /his/ cock. Hm.
With each other's cocks in hand, they kissed and moaned and eventually came all over each other, crying out each other's names and sweating like they did when they attempted to play DDR. But this was a thousand times better.
They fell asleep together, Gabe tucked under Tycho's arm.
"Mmm. What the fuck am I gonna tell Kara?" Gabe, even though he was officially as far out of the closet as a guy could get, was still worried about his wife. After all, I mean, they did have a kid.
"Who says she has to know? Unless you want to tell her." Tycho had always been the smart one.
"Alright. Workd for me. But I'm not washing the sheets."