Something Touching
This is a fic in honor of Achika-chan's birthday! It's a mix of fluff and humor for one of everyone's favorite couples, Linkara and Spoony. I always like to imagine the amusing things they'd do together and hopefully what I've imagined will amuse you as well.
I hope you enjoy this, Achika-chan, and have a very happy birthday! :D
Spoony had that look in his eyes again. That mischievous twinkle that simultaneously thrilled and terrified Linkara whenever he was faced with it, which actually seemed to be more and more often lately.
Linkara braced himself for whatever suggestion was about to pop out of his boyfriend’s mouth. This would have been easier if he wasn’t snuggled up against Spoony on the couch as they watched some terrible movie, but Linkara had already lowered his guard, as he often did when he was around the other man, so it was too late to do much.
“So, I’ve been reading up on how to give massages,” is definitely not what he expected to hear.
“What? Why?”
Spoony shrugged. “I found a book about it lying around and flipped through it without really thinking about it. Once I started reading it, though, it just… kind of got interesting.”
His tone was intentionally casual, but Linkara knew better than to trust Spoony’s word. He just happened to have a book about massage techniques lying around? Yeah, sure.
“Is that right?” Linkara asked in response. “So, is it difficult? Because I’m sure Miles would let you practice on him if you asked nicely.” He laughed as Spoony playfully poked him in the side.
“Yeah, because that’s a conversation I want to have with my brother. Hey, man, would you mind stripping down and letting me rub oil all over you?”
“It doesn’t sound so bad to me,” Linkara responded as he wrapped Spoony’s hands back around his waist into the hugging position they’d been in previously He subsequently missed Spoony raise his eyebrows and smirk.
“Really? So, you wouldn’t mind letting me test out my talented fingers on you then, right?”
Crap. Linkara should have known better, he really should have.
“Now, I didn’t say that-”
“Aw, come on. Don’t you trust me, Linkara?”
Spoony actually had the gall to sound hurt. Damn him.
“Of course I trust you.” Linkara twisted his head back to look into his eyes and was blindsided by warm lips crashing into his. After a few moments of bliss, Linkara instinctively snaked a hand up under his boyfriend’s shirt. Spoony moaned into his mouth and allowed a bit of groping before pulling away.
“So you can touch me, but I can’t touch you? That doesn’t seem fair.” He offered Linkara a set of puppy-dog eyes that would have given Oreo’s a run for their money.
“Oh, you suck so much.”
“So you’ll do it?” Spoony’s face lit up, like a child who’d just been given a giant bowl of ice cream, and Linkara knew he’d been soundly defeated.
“Before I agree to this, I just want to be sure of something. We are the only ones here, right?”
“Oh, did I forget to tell you about the Invisible Man? He’s been over in that chair all night, hoping to watch us fuck like bunnies. He’s a real fucking perv.” Linkara rolled his eyes.
“I mean, everyone’s out of the house and gone for the rest of the evening, right? Miles is at work, there aren’t any creepy magicians or video game characters that want to kill you hanging around…”
“Or any arch-enemies who might walk in on us?” Spoony finished with a grin. Linkara gave him his best ‘not amused’ expression. “Okay, okay, lighten up. No one else is here, I swear. Insano’s out for the night at some mad scientist convention or something, and his son is at a sleepover next door. I don’t really know how the other kids understand him, but hey, that’s their problem.” He shrugged before perking up again. “So this means you’ll do it?”
Linkara sighed. He really should be nominated for Boyfriend-of-the-Year or something for putting up with all of Spoony’s… Spoonyness.
“As long as you promise to keep the cameras off, then yes, I’ll do it.”
“Perfect! Give me two minutes to get my shit, and I’ll meet you up in my room! Just take off your clothes and lay face-down on the bed, okay?”
Linkara couldn’t help blushing a little.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t start slowly here? Maybe try working on shoulder rubs over sweaters first?”
“You’re fucking adorable when you’re embarrassed,” Spoony teased, before targeting Linkara’s biggest weakness: having his neck kissed. Linkara was soon putty in Spoony’s arms, his moans growing louder with each caress of Spoony’s lips. “You said you trust me, right?” he murmured, his breath warm against Linkara’s skin. “So trust me.” He sucked along the hollow of Linkara’s throat, causing the younger man’s eyes to roll up into his head.
Cheating bastard.
Ten minutes later Linkara stood in front of Spoony’s bed wearing a very short, flimsy robe and nothing else. He couldn’t help feeling exposed and kept trying to pull the hem down further over his thighs, but the damn thing refused to stretch.
Linkara knew he was being silly. Spoony and he had been together for a while, so there were no surprises awaiting them tonight, but the actual thought of being completely naked in such a vulnerable position… while a half-dressed Spoony towered over him… with a bottle of oil and… eager fingers…
Damn it! He was never going to be able to lie down on his stomach if he kept imagining it!
While Linkara tried to think unsexy thoughts, he heard a sudden scuffling noise outside the bedroom door followed by pounding footsteps. As panic shot through him, erasing most of his arousal in the process, Linkara grabbed tightly at the front of Spoony’s robe and peered around anxiously as he looked for weapons. If only he hadn’t left his Magic Gun in his coat downstairs.
“Linkara!” Spoony called out a few seconds later. “Sorry it’s taking so long. Oreo’s been running wild out here, and it’s taking forever to get her into her crate.”
“Oh, thank God.” Linkara heaved a sigh of relief and felt his pulse rate drop a little.
“I think I got her though, so I’m coming in.” Spoony’s smile was evident in his voice. “Have you assumed the position, so to speak?”
Linkara’s face reddened again but he did his best to sound confident.
“If you’re going to talk like that, then I might feel like bringing some handcuffs with me next time.”
“Oh God, yes.” Spoony was practically panting already. Linkara chuckled as he walked back over to the bed.
“Okay, I’ll make a note of that. You get extremely horny by the thought of being restrained.”
“And by the thought of my boyfriend lying naked on my bed,” he added. “Don’t forget that part.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Deciding to get it over with the quicker the better, Linkara yanked off the robe, tossed it onto the floor, and dove onto the bed in the span of ten seconds. He felt the cool night air waft over his skin thanks to the open window in the room and shivered a little, feeling goosebumps arise in places they weren’t normally seen. This only made him blush worse. “Okay, I’m ready! Hurry up and start before I freeze my ass off!
The door opened and Linkara decided to keep his head pressed into Spoony’s pillow.
“Oh officer, are you here to read me my rights?” he called out, playing along with the charade from earlier.
There was no response.
“I know all about my Mirandas, but I always have trouble with the… penal code,” Linkara continued, in his most seductive voice. “Maybe you could forget charging me this time and give me a slap on the wrist? Or maybe on a part more to your liking?” Linkara wiggled his hips for emphasis.
Again there was no response.
Linkara frowned. The only time Spoony shut up that long was when he was asleep, and even then, he was prone to crying out “You fools!” and “Betrayal!” when he was hit by certain dreams.
Unsure of what was wrong, Linkara decided for the surprise approach. He lifted his head and rolled over suddenly, ready with a one-liner about springing a concealed weapon on him, but it died on his lips a second later.
When he realized the man standing in the doorway was wearing a white lab coat and spiral goggles.
Linkara’s entire brain shut down for a moment. Then the most undignified, un-heroic scream passed from his lips as he dove onto the floor, groping around for the robe and anything that could be thrown with significant force.
This was harder than expected, thanks to distractions like his glasses almost sliding off his face in his scramble to reach the ground, and the incredible heat in his cheeks making it seem like the world had caught fire. Soon enough, Linkara had tangled himself in the bed sheets that had been pulled from the bed along with him.
Even in this position, Linkara could only think of attacking. He was about to chuck one of Oreo’s squeaky toys, the only projectile at his immediate disposal, at his nemesis when he heard the giggling.
Not the high-pitched manic giggling that belonged only to Insano. The much lower, deeper giggles that the doctor’s counter-part made whenever Linkara did something amusing (which was code for embarrassing.) Linkara slowly looked up, the rubber bone still in hand, and watched as the man pulled off the goggles to rub tears of mirth from his eyes.
“Oh my God, I got you so fucking good. I’ll never forget that sound of anguish you made as you took a naked swan-dive off my bed for as long as I live!”
Spoony continued to laugh and tease as Linkara untangled himself from the sheets, pulled on his robe, and got to his feet. Linkara didn’t say anything in response until the sash of the robe was neatly tied and his glasses were positioned properly again.
“Spoony.”
“Yeah?”
“Your room is soundproofed, right?”
“Yeah, it is. Why?”
“Oh, no reason. I just don’t want to give the neighbors any reason to grow concerned.”
“Why would the neighbors-”
Spoony was on the ground before he could finish asking. Linkara’s hands were under his shirt again, and this time his finger weren’t lovingly stroking, but digging into the soft, tender places that made Spoony shriek with laughter as he tried desperately to wriggle away.
“I guess it turns out that you can’t touch me after all,” Linkara said, grinning amidst Spoony’s please for mercy and unending giggle-fits. “But don’t worry, because I can touch you as much as you’d like.” His grin grew evil. “Or I’d like.”
When Insano got back the next morning, after picking up his son, he was surprised to find an exhausted, sweaty Spoony lying on the floor of his bedroom with a peaceful-looking Linkara curled around him like a cat, if the shapes under the blanket covering them were anything to go by. Insano was slightly disturbed by how Spoony kept twitching every so often, and by the strangely satisfied smile his arch-enemy wore even while asleep. Then he shrugged and shut the door.
Who knew what those two got up to when they were alone?
I hope you enjoy this, Achika-chan, and have a very happy birthday! :D
Spoony had that look in his eyes again. That mischievous twinkle that simultaneously thrilled and terrified Linkara whenever he was faced with it, which actually seemed to be more and more often lately.
Linkara braced himself for whatever suggestion was about to pop out of his boyfriend’s mouth. This would have been easier if he wasn’t snuggled up against Spoony on the couch as they watched some terrible movie, but Linkara had already lowered his guard, as he often did when he was around the other man, so it was too late to do much.
“So, I’ve been reading up on how to give massages,” is definitely not what he expected to hear.
“What? Why?”
Spoony shrugged. “I found a book about it lying around and flipped through it without really thinking about it. Once I started reading it, though, it just… kind of got interesting.”
His tone was intentionally casual, but Linkara knew better than to trust Spoony’s word. He just happened to have a book about massage techniques lying around? Yeah, sure.
“Is that right?” Linkara asked in response. “So, is it difficult? Because I’m sure Miles would let you practice on him if you asked nicely.” He laughed as Spoony playfully poked him in the side.
“Yeah, because that’s a conversation I want to have with my brother. Hey, man, would you mind stripping down and letting me rub oil all over you?”
“It doesn’t sound so bad to me,” Linkara responded as he wrapped Spoony’s hands back around his waist into the hugging position they’d been in previously He subsequently missed Spoony raise his eyebrows and smirk.
“Really? So, you wouldn’t mind letting me test out my talented fingers on you then, right?”
Crap. Linkara should have known better, he really should have.
“Now, I didn’t say that-”
“Aw, come on. Don’t you trust me, Linkara?”
Spoony actually had the gall to sound hurt. Damn him.
“Of course I trust you.” Linkara twisted his head back to look into his eyes and was blindsided by warm lips crashing into his. After a few moments of bliss, Linkara instinctively snaked a hand up under his boyfriend’s shirt. Spoony moaned into his mouth and allowed a bit of groping before pulling away.
“So you can touch me, but I can’t touch you? That doesn’t seem fair.” He offered Linkara a set of puppy-dog eyes that would have given Oreo’s a run for their money.
“Oh, you suck so much.”
“So you’ll do it?” Spoony’s face lit up, like a child who’d just been given a giant bowl of ice cream, and Linkara knew he’d been soundly defeated.
“Before I agree to this, I just want to be sure of something. We are the only ones here, right?”
“Oh, did I forget to tell you about the Invisible Man? He’s been over in that chair all night, hoping to watch us fuck like bunnies. He’s a real fucking perv.” Linkara rolled his eyes.
“I mean, everyone’s out of the house and gone for the rest of the evening, right? Miles is at work, there aren’t any creepy magicians or video game characters that want to kill you hanging around…”
“Or any arch-enemies who might walk in on us?” Spoony finished with a grin. Linkara gave him his best ‘not amused’ expression. “Okay, okay, lighten up. No one else is here, I swear. Insano’s out for the night at some mad scientist convention or something, and his son is at a sleepover next door. I don’t really know how the other kids understand him, but hey, that’s their problem.” He shrugged before perking up again. “So this means you’ll do it?”
Linkara sighed. He really should be nominated for Boyfriend-of-the-Year or something for putting up with all of Spoony’s… Spoonyness.
“As long as you promise to keep the cameras off, then yes, I’ll do it.”
“Perfect! Give me two minutes to get my shit, and I’ll meet you up in my room! Just take off your clothes and lay face-down on the bed, okay?”
Linkara couldn’t help blushing a little.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t start slowly here? Maybe try working on shoulder rubs over sweaters first?”
“You’re fucking adorable when you’re embarrassed,” Spoony teased, before targeting Linkara’s biggest weakness: having his neck kissed. Linkara was soon putty in Spoony’s arms, his moans growing louder with each caress of Spoony’s lips. “You said you trust me, right?” he murmured, his breath warm against Linkara’s skin. “So trust me.” He sucked along the hollow of Linkara’s throat, causing the younger man’s eyes to roll up into his head.
Cheating bastard.
Ten minutes later Linkara stood in front of Spoony’s bed wearing a very short, flimsy robe and nothing else. He couldn’t help feeling exposed and kept trying to pull the hem down further over his thighs, but the damn thing refused to stretch.
Linkara knew he was being silly. Spoony and he had been together for a while, so there were no surprises awaiting them tonight, but the actual thought of being completely naked in such a vulnerable position… while a half-dressed Spoony towered over him… with a bottle of oil and… eager fingers…
Damn it! He was never going to be able to lie down on his stomach if he kept imagining it!
While Linkara tried to think unsexy thoughts, he heard a sudden scuffling noise outside the bedroom door followed by pounding footsteps. As panic shot through him, erasing most of his arousal in the process, Linkara grabbed tightly at the front of Spoony’s robe and peered around anxiously as he looked for weapons. If only he hadn’t left his Magic Gun in his coat downstairs.
“Linkara!” Spoony called out a few seconds later. “Sorry it’s taking so long. Oreo’s been running wild out here, and it’s taking forever to get her into her crate.”
“Oh, thank God.” Linkara heaved a sigh of relief and felt his pulse rate drop a little.
“I think I got her though, so I’m coming in.” Spoony’s smile was evident in his voice. “Have you assumed the position, so to speak?”
Linkara’s face reddened again but he did his best to sound confident.
“If you’re going to talk like that, then I might feel like bringing some handcuffs with me next time.”
“Oh God, yes.” Spoony was practically panting already. Linkara chuckled as he walked back over to the bed.
“Okay, I’ll make a note of that. You get extremely horny by the thought of being restrained.”
“And by the thought of my boyfriend lying naked on my bed,” he added. “Don’t forget that part.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Deciding to get it over with the quicker the better, Linkara yanked off the robe, tossed it onto the floor, and dove onto the bed in the span of ten seconds. He felt the cool night air waft over his skin thanks to the open window in the room and shivered a little, feeling goosebumps arise in places they weren’t normally seen. This only made him blush worse. “Okay, I’m ready! Hurry up and start before I freeze my ass off!
The door opened and Linkara decided to keep his head pressed into Spoony’s pillow.
“Oh officer, are you here to read me my rights?” he called out, playing along with the charade from earlier.
There was no response.
“I know all about my Mirandas, but I always have trouble with the… penal code,” Linkara continued, in his most seductive voice. “Maybe you could forget charging me this time and give me a slap on the wrist? Or maybe on a part more to your liking?” Linkara wiggled his hips for emphasis.
Again there was no response.
Linkara frowned. The only time Spoony shut up that long was when he was asleep, and even then, he was prone to crying out “You fools!” and “Betrayal!” when he was hit by certain dreams.
Unsure of what was wrong, Linkara decided for the surprise approach. He lifted his head and rolled over suddenly, ready with a one-liner about springing a concealed weapon on him, but it died on his lips a second later.
When he realized the man standing in the doorway was wearing a white lab coat and spiral goggles.
Linkara’s entire brain shut down for a moment. Then the most undignified, un-heroic scream passed from his lips as he dove onto the floor, groping around for the robe and anything that could be thrown with significant force.
This was harder than expected, thanks to distractions like his glasses almost sliding off his face in his scramble to reach the ground, and the incredible heat in his cheeks making it seem like the world had caught fire. Soon enough, Linkara had tangled himself in the bed sheets that had been pulled from the bed along with him.
Even in this position, Linkara could only think of attacking. He was about to chuck one of Oreo’s squeaky toys, the only projectile at his immediate disposal, at his nemesis when he heard the giggling.
Not the high-pitched manic giggling that belonged only to Insano. The much lower, deeper giggles that the doctor’s counter-part made whenever Linkara did something amusing (which was code for embarrassing.) Linkara slowly looked up, the rubber bone still in hand, and watched as the man pulled off the goggles to rub tears of mirth from his eyes.
“Oh my God, I got you so fucking good. I’ll never forget that sound of anguish you made as you took a naked swan-dive off my bed for as long as I live!”
Spoony continued to laugh and tease as Linkara untangled himself from the sheets, pulled on his robe, and got to his feet. Linkara didn’t say anything in response until the sash of the robe was neatly tied and his glasses were positioned properly again.
“Spoony.”
“Yeah?”
“Your room is soundproofed, right?”
“Yeah, it is. Why?”
“Oh, no reason. I just don’t want to give the neighbors any reason to grow concerned.”
“Why would the neighbors-”
Spoony was on the ground before he could finish asking. Linkara’s hands were under his shirt again, and this time his finger weren’t lovingly stroking, but digging into the soft, tender places that made Spoony shriek with laughter as he tried desperately to wriggle away.
“I guess it turns out that you can’t touch me after all,” Linkara said, grinning amidst Spoony’s please for mercy and unending giggle-fits. “But don’t worry, because I can touch you as much as you’d like.” His grin grew evil. “Or I’d like.”
When Insano got back the next morning, after picking up his son, he was surprised to find an exhausted, sweaty Spoony lying on the floor of his bedroom with a peaceful-looking Linkara curled around him like a cat, if the shapes under the blanket covering them were anything to go by. Insano was slightly disturbed by how Spoony kept twitching every so often, and by the strangely satisfied smile his arch-enemy wore even while asleep. Then he shrugged and shut the door.
Who knew what those two got up to when they were alone?