Fanfiction: Penny Arcade: What Have I Gotten Myself Into?
Fanfiction: What have I gotten myself into?
Universe: Penny Arcade
Genre: Unashamed yaoi. Total PWP.
Pairing: GabexTycho. OTP.
Rating: NC-17 for bestfriend slash.
Spoilers: I do reference a comic that had been done about Gabe being lonely, and one about a webcam and Gabe's Thursday night activities, but really, what is there to spoil? Go see them at Penny Arcade
Notes: For Ponderosa121, a companion piece to her art. Gabe/Tycho Fanart by Ponderosa121
Warning: Unbetaed. I went through it as best I could, but give me some credit, it's three something in the morning. And yes, I DO know my games. I make paladins nervous and chaotic neutrals laugh their heads off. ... ... I feel so dirty.
It was a bad idea. I know it was a bad idea. This phrase had been running through my mind all day, ever since I flipped open that bottle in the shower. Waking up late is never a good sign. Waking up late on game day… it's like rolling a critical failure when the red dragon is staring at you and wondering if you should be lunch. At least, being GM, I'm at the head of the table, surrounded by my sourcebooks as buffers.
I admit to being used to strange looks on the bus; whenever Gabriel's around to be a dork, it's just a normal occurrence. I didn't give them a second thought on my way there, but on the way back…
You know, if I hadn't seen that billboard, I'd be all right. Guy surrounded by chicks, no big deal. Not something I'll ever get; women don't like gaming, at least none that I've ever heard of… except for that one chick out in the middle of nowhere who kept making non-combat characters that were more lethal than the guys' that she played with, but nobody's heard of her for years. No, it was that little black bottle with the ridgy sides that reminded me of the morning.
***
"Tych, what's that scent?" Gabe had been wandering around the house for half an hour, trying to locate some mystery smell that was probably on his shirt.
"The hell should I know?" I'd hopped around in front of the door, trying to pull my sneakers on. I don't do well balancing unless I'm leaning against something. "Did you leave Pocky in your back pocket again?"
"We have Pocky in the house?" The diversion was only momentary. "No, this isn't Pocky, but it's good." He finally wandered into the bathroom, and I could hear him snuffling like a police dog looking for dope. Whatever it was, he'd found it, and I was off, Caern guide in my teeth as I struggled to tie up my shoe.
***
I couldn't believe I was loitering outside my own door after game. I mean, I looked like some sort of vagrant or evil twin… or like some idiot who left his keys in the house, which I had. I raised my hand to pound on the door; we really need to get that bell fixed. "Gabe! Open up, dammit."
"Speak the password!"
Catching my eyes as they tried to roll to Timbuktu, I gritted my teeth. "Gabe, if you don't open the door this minute, I'm going to format your hard drive while you sleep and wipe your save cards." At least it got him to open the door. "Jesus H., do you have to be such a dork all the ti--"
The door had barely shut, and my books went crashing to the floor. I couldn't exactly look for them, as I had my roommate, gaming partner, best friend, whatever you want to call him nuzzling at my neck. I opened my mouth to protest, I really did, but damn if his hand didn't sleek right down between us and give me a firm squeeze. Embarrassingly, all that emitted was a squeak, though I will say it was a very indignant one.
"You. You're that scent I've been looking for all day. Your shower, your towel, your footsteps through the house." I have never in my life heard this man purr until then, not even when he was wiping the floor with us with Ivy in Soul Calibur II.
"What are you--" I was cut off again at the hot sweep of his tongue against my neck, and a shudder ran through me the likes of which has not passed my frame since the advent of Myst. "Ohh…" My eyes closed and my knees went wobbly… Did he learn oral torture from eons of eating candy pretzels?"
"See? I can tell, you want me, too. The house isn't the same without you; I miss you when you're gone." Damn but if his knee didn't just slide past mine. I should have been embarrassed at how fast my hips bucked up into his, but all the blood was draining away from my brain. He nipped at my lips and I gasped, eyes flying open before slamming shut again. He took it as open invitation to cover his mouth with mine, and I swear he was suckling at me as if I were rock candy as his fingers flicked open the closures of our jeans.
My brain snapped; I can only take so much before I can't hold out anymore. "Beats the hell out of Thursday nights," I growled, reaching down to help. It no longer mattered that we were making out right next to the front door, against the wall, my books scattered to who-knew-where. The only thing that mattered was that as the denim fell away, his skin was on mine and oh GOD, I couldn't breathe.
"Like that, don't you?" He was purring again, pushing against me as he reached out to catch my ear with his teeth. "Like us moving together like we mean it, like it's forever, don't you, Tych?"
"Unngghh…" I think that's what I said. It's still hazy. I do remember him laughing, and reaching down to take us both in his hand and fasten his mouth over mine. There was heat and friction and too much of everything, and I was shivering and shuddering, listening to him babble and groan as he added his wetness to mine, hand still moving over us.
That was three days ago. Now, he's brought home KY. What have I gotten myself into?
Universe: Penny Arcade
Genre: Unashamed yaoi. Total PWP.
Pairing: GabexTycho. OTP.
Rating: NC-17 for bestfriend slash.
Spoilers: I do reference a comic that had been done about Gabe being lonely, and one about a webcam and Gabe's Thursday night activities, but really, what is there to spoil? Go see them at Penny Arcade
Notes: For Ponderosa121, a companion piece to her art. Gabe/Tycho Fanart by Ponderosa121
Warning: Unbetaed. I went through it as best I could, but give me some credit, it's three something in the morning. And yes, I DO know my games. I make paladins nervous and chaotic neutrals laugh their heads off. ... ... I feel so dirty.
It was a bad idea. I know it was a bad idea. This phrase had been running through my mind all day, ever since I flipped open that bottle in the shower. Waking up late is never a good sign. Waking up late on game day… it's like rolling a critical failure when the red dragon is staring at you and wondering if you should be lunch. At least, being GM, I'm at the head of the table, surrounded by my sourcebooks as buffers.
I admit to being used to strange looks on the bus; whenever Gabriel's around to be a dork, it's just a normal occurrence. I didn't give them a second thought on my way there, but on the way back…
You know, if I hadn't seen that billboard, I'd be all right. Guy surrounded by chicks, no big deal. Not something I'll ever get; women don't like gaming, at least none that I've ever heard of… except for that one chick out in the middle of nowhere who kept making non-combat characters that were more lethal than the guys' that she played with, but nobody's heard of her for years. No, it was that little black bottle with the ridgy sides that reminded me of the morning.
***
"Tych, what's that scent?" Gabe had been wandering around the house for half an hour, trying to locate some mystery smell that was probably on his shirt.
"The hell should I know?" I'd hopped around in front of the door, trying to pull my sneakers on. I don't do well balancing unless I'm leaning against something. "Did you leave Pocky in your back pocket again?"
"We have Pocky in the house?" The diversion was only momentary. "No, this isn't Pocky, but it's good." He finally wandered into the bathroom, and I could hear him snuffling like a police dog looking for dope. Whatever it was, he'd found it, and I was off, Caern guide in my teeth as I struggled to tie up my shoe.
***
I couldn't believe I was loitering outside my own door after game. I mean, I looked like some sort of vagrant or evil twin… or like some idiot who left his keys in the house, which I had. I raised my hand to pound on the door; we really need to get that bell fixed. "Gabe! Open up, dammit."
"Speak the password!"
Catching my eyes as they tried to roll to Timbuktu, I gritted my teeth. "Gabe, if you don't open the door this minute, I'm going to format your hard drive while you sleep and wipe your save cards." At least it got him to open the door. "Jesus H., do you have to be such a dork all the ti--"
The door had barely shut, and my books went crashing to the floor. I couldn't exactly look for them, as I had my roommate, gaming partner, best friend, whatever you want to call him nuzzling at my neck. I opened my mouth to protest, I really did, but damn if his hand didn't sleek right down between us and give me a firm squeeze. Embarrassingly, all that emitted was a squeak, though I will say it was a very indignant one.
"You. You're that scent I've been looking for all day. Your shower, your towel, your footsteps through the house." I have never in my life heard this man purr until then, not even when he was wiping the floor with us with Ivy in Soul Calibur II.
"What are you--" I was cut off again at the hot sweep of his tongue against my neck, and a shudder ran through me the likes of which has not passed my frame since the advent of Myst. "Ohh…" My eyes closed and my knees went wobbly… Did he learn oral torture from eons of eating candy pretzels?"
"See? I can tell, you want me, too. The house isn't the same without you; I miss you when you're gone." Damn but if his knee didn't just slide past mine. I should have been embarrassed at how fast my hips bucked up into his, but all the blood was draining away from my brain. He nipped at my lips and I gasped, eyes flying open before slamming shut again. He took it as open invitation to cover his mouth with mine, and I swear he was suckling at me as if I were rock candy as his fingers flicked open the closures of our jeans.
My brain snapped; I can only take so much before I can't hold out anymore. "Beats the hell out of Thursday nights," I growled, reaching down to help. It no longer mattered that we were making out right next to the front door, against the wall, my books scattered to who-knew-where. The only thing that mattered was that as the denim fell away, his skin was on mine and oh GOD, I couldn't breathe.
"Like that, don't you?" He was purring again, pushing against me as he reached out to catch my ear with his teeth. "Like us moving together like we mean it, like it's forever, don't you, Tych?"
"Unngghh…" I think that's what I said. It's still hazy. I do remember him laughing, and reaching down to take us both in his hand and fasten his mouth over mine. There was heat and friction and too much of everything, and I was shivering and shuddering, listening to him babble and groan as he added his wetness to mine, hand still moving over us.
That was three days ago. Now, he's brought home KY. What have I gotten myself into?