Earthbound :: Icicles
I know I was supposed to do a ficlet based off the word fallible for soulrockcandy. But you know how these things turn out. You write a ficlet, and it's got nothing to do with the original prompt word whatsoever. @.@;;; Still, I think she'll like this way better. :333
This is further proof that:
A. I'm getting the Gaia Beam pointed at my nose.
B. I need to stay faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar far away from Tori Amos.
Title: Icicles
Author: Shamanic Shaymin
Fandom: Earthbound/Mother 2
Genre: General
Rating: R
Warnings: Masturbation
Ships/Characters: Jeff. FANSERVICE AHOY
Finished: Yes
JEFF MASTURBATION. NO LIE. Hopefully this doesn't read too much like Judy Blume. XD
eb100: Ice
Icicle, Icicle
Where are you going?
Icicle, Icicle
Where are you going?
I have a hiding place when spring marches in
Will you keep watch for me?
I hear them calling
Gonna lay down
Gonna lay down
Three in the morning, it started to snow. It was an odd feeling, watching specks flying beneath the lamplight in the darkness, as if an unnatural thing collided with Mother Nature's creations. Night creatures and insomniacs were the first witness the change in weather... Jeff included.
Metal cold and dead in his hands, the inventor glanced at the window. A row of icicles glistened from the city's glare, fresh and erect as bony-blue fingers outstretching to grab the ground. Clean yet specked with dirt, these icicles were made from frozen gutter water on the roof. Yet they were beautiful, pure as crystal daggers. Snowflakes melted on the glass, raining in rivulets like veins. Drops collected from the icicles, colorless blood shed as Jeff worked.
The boy shivered, icy-blue pajamas his sole comfort. He set down his wrench, rubbing his hands to generate warmth. His feet snug in pumpkin-hued sandals, his chilly fingers were pale and demanded attention. He was finding it difficult to concentrate... this reminded him too much of home. How was Tony doing without him? What about the others? When the war against Giygas is over, would Dr. Andonuts--his father--regard his existence?
The icicles continued to drip.
Unconsciously, his hand dipped under his pajamas, gazing out the window in thought. A quiet breath hushed from his lips and he realized what he was doing. Rubbing gently, Jeff watched the snow, absorbed in reflection and the beauty of the scenery. Giygas's pollution couldn't hold back nature; the seasons came and went. The row of icicles hung above, a row of flameless candles that nonetheless burned. A twinge of guilt tugged the inventor's heart as his fingers moved faster; at this hour, he didn't want to wake Ness, Poo and Paula. He swallowed, nervously glancing at the icicles, pleading them... Biting back a whimper, Jeff closed his toolbox and lain in bed, twisting as he pressed his face to the pillow.
Please... please don't wake up...
"Ah--!" Muffling a cry into the pillow, his hand wrapped tighter around his excitement, fingers fidgeting in fever in warmth and tingles from sensitive skin. Working the courage to pull down his pajama bottoms, the inventor shuddered as both hands clutched himself, curled in near-fetal position and glasses pushed painfully in his face.. His hair began to feel wet, whimpering as he kept rubbing... in an effort to silence himself, Jeff bent forward to catch his arousal, lips taking himself in firm hold and sucking. Moaning from the contact, his other hand caressed sensitive softness, palm massaging the sac as he bobbed his head. With a gasp, Jeff withdrawn and lain back, a series of weak cries resounding from his throat as his hands fought for control. His hips bucking in his grip, a drawn groan was all it took for Jeff to surrender; white-hot light flashed his vision, his hands receiving his climax. Panting, the inventor summoned the strength to turn on his side, peering across the room through lop-sided glasses... good, the others were still asleep. Placing his glasses on a nearby surface, Jeff pulled his pajamas back up and snuggled beneath the covers, falling asleep almost instantly.
The icicles were watching, and the inventor's secret was safe with them.
Icicle, Icicle
Where are you going?
I have a hiding place when spring marches in
Will you keep watch for me?
I hear them calling
Gonna lay down
Gonna lay down
Lay down
Gonna lay
Down
This is further proof that:
A. I'm getting the Gaia Beam pointed at my nose.
B. I need to stay faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar far away from Tori Amos.
Title: Icicles
Author: Shamanic Shaymin
Fandom: Earthbound/Mother 2
Genre: General
Rating: R
Warnings: Masturbation
Ships/Characters: Jeff. FANSERVICE AHOY
Finished: Yes
JEFF MASTURBATION. NO LIE. Hopefully this doesn't read too much like Judy Blume. XD
eb100: Ice
Icicle, Icicle
Where are you going?
Icicle, Icicle
Where are you going?
I have a hiding place when spring marches in
Will you keep watch for me?
I hear them calling
Gonna lay down
Gonna lay down
Three in the morning, it started to snow. It was an odd feeling, watching specks flying beneath the lamplight in the darkness, as if an unnatural thing collided with Mother Nature's creations. Night creatures and insomniacs were the first witness the change in weather... Jeff included.
Metal cold and dead in his hands, the inventor glanced at the window. A row of icicles glistened from the city's glare, fresh and erect as bony-blue fingers outstretching to grab the ground. Clean yet specked with dirt, these icicles were made from frozen gutter water on the roof. Yet they were beautiful, pure as crystal daggers. Snowflakes melted on the glass, raining in rivulets like veins. Drops collected from the icicles, colorless blood shed as Jeff worked.
The boy shivered, icy-blue pajamas his sole comfort. He set down his wrench, rubbing his hands to generate warmth. His feet snug in pumpkin-hued sandals, his chilly fingers were pale and demanded attention. He was finding it difficult to concentrate... this reminded him too much of home. How was Tony doing without him? What about the others? When the war against Giygas is over, would Dr. Andonuts--his father--regard his existence?
The icicles continued to drip.
Unconsciously, his hand dipped under his pajamas, gazing out the window in thought. A quiet breath hushed from his lips and he realized what he was doing. Rubbing gently, Jeff watched the snow, absorbed in reflection and the beauty of the scenery. Giygas's pollution couldn't hold back nature; the seasons came and went. The row of icicles hung above, a row of flameless candles that nonetheless burned. A twinge of guilt tugged the inventor's heart as his fingers moved faster; at this hour, he didn't want to wake Ness, Poo and Paula. He swallowed, nervously glancing at the icicles, pleading them... Biting back a whimper, Jeff closed his toolbox and lain in bed, twisting as he pressed his face to the pillow.
Please... please don't wake up...
"Ah--!" Muffling a cry into the pillow, his hand wrapped tighter around his excitement, fingers fidgeting in fever in warmth and tingles from sensitive skin. Working the courage to pull down his pajama bottoms, the inventor shuddered as both hands clutched himself, curled in near-fetal position and glasses pushed painfully in his face.. His hair began to feel wet, whimpering as he kept rubbing... in an effort to silence himself, Jeff bent forward to catch his arousal, lips taking himself in firm hold and sucking. Moaning from the contact, his other hand caressed sensitive softness, palm massaging the sac as he bobbed his head. With a gasp, Jeff withdrawn and lain back, a series of weak cries resounding from his throat as his hands fought for control. His hips bucking in his grip, a drawn groan was all it took for Jeff to surrender; white-hot light flashed his vision, his hands receiving his climax. Panting, the inventor summoned the strength to turn on his side, peering across the room through lop-sided glasses... good, the others were still asleep. Placing his glasses on a nearby surface, Jeff pulled his pajamas back up and snuggled beneath the covers, falling asleep almost instantly.
The icicles were watching, and the inventor's secret was safe with them.
Icicle, Icicle
Where are you going?
I have a hiding place when spring marches in
Will you keep watch for me?
I hear them calling
Gonna lay down
Gonna lay down
Lay down
Gonna lay
Down