Troy the Well-Endowed
Title: Troy the Well-Endowed
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: Community which belongs to NBC.
Pairing: Troy/Abed established relationship
Rating: FRAO.
Spoilers: Advanced Dungeons and Dragons.
Summary: Abed designed Hector the Well-Endowed for Troy. (That's a horrible summary.)
Notes: Well, there isn't much to say, so I'll just leave this here. :P
Cross posted to agiantcookie, community_fic and community_slash.
Troy knocked again on Abed's door trying to not drop the bowl of popcorn and two liter soda bottle he was now balancing in one hand. Abed usually answered right away unless he was absorbed in a show or movie, but Troy had said he'd be over in five minutes. Abed wouldn't have started without him. Or had he? By the fourth knock, a quick succession of hard raps on the blistered door, Abed swung it open and waved.
"I've been busy drawing up character sheets for the Dungeons and Dragons game Jeff is planning," he said like that was an acceptable excuse to keep your boyfriend waiting.
"I was out here for how long because you were drawing orks?" Troy set the bowl on the table and grabbed some cups for the soda.
"Not orks," Abed said. "There is an elf, though."
"I don't want to be an elf."
"Don't worry. I created a special character for you." Abed handed Troy a sheet of paper in exchange for the soda Troy held out. He sipped it quietly as Troy's eyes scanned the character sheet, his brow knit in concentration.
"Hector the Well-Endowed?" Troy laughed and set the paper with the others before joining Abed on the couch. "You're not subtle, are you?"
"I'm not good at coming up names," Abed said quickly.
"Oh, I think it's a great name, but then the group will pretty much guess..."
"No they won't. We'll do the handshake and they'll think it's a 'bro' thing."
"But it certainly is not a 'bro' thing," Troy said straddling Abed's lap.
"Troy, we;re going to watch Say Anything."
"We've watched that a hundred times. Come on. Show me how you appreciate my well-endowed-ness." With that Troy ground his hips against Abed's, his cock already half hard.
"I don't think that's a word," Abed said. His voice remained calm, but Troy could see the desire in his eyes. He had won. He grinned as he popped open the button on his jeans.
"But I'm Hector the Well-Endowed. I can do whatever I want."
"But I'm the dungeon master, so technically I have power over you."
"You gonna roll your twelve sided die to see what I do next?" Troy had managed to shimmy out of his jeans and was now scrambling to rid Abed of his.
"I'm not going to roll the die."
"Why not? It's not like we haven't role played before." Troy didn't wait for Abed's answer. He leaned down and took his leaking cock into his mouth. Abed started panting, his hands fisted in Troy's sweater.
"Troy, I'm... I'm not going to las..."
With an obscene pop, Troy pulled off of Abed's cock. "What? D&D has you so worked up? We'll have to play more often." He began his administrations again, and Abed moaned loudly as he came down Troy's throat.
"Can we still watch the movie?" he asked once he came down from his orgasm.
"Not just yet. You still have yet to roll that die. Odd number? You blow me. Even number? I fuck you."
Abed ran to where he left the Dungeons and Dragons gear with his pants still around his ankles.
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"I didn't think you'd pick characters at random. I designed that one with Troy in mind." Abed and Troy looked at each other knowingly and did their handshake.
Shirley scowled. "Yeah, I bet you did."