Josuke had to be careful when taking his phone out of his pocket while in class because of all the charms that liked to jingle on it. But feeling the buzz in his pocket caused him to investigate. When he pulled it out to see the familiar name of his boyfriend, who was currently sitting right next to him.
Oku: Hey u free this weekend??
Josuke frowned and then glanced over to see Okuyasu peer at him curiously. Flipping his phone open he hastily sent back a response.
Jobro: Y r u txting me? If u want 2 talk use the hand
Before he could shove his phone back in his pocket, it buzzed again. Begrudgingly, he stopped taking notes again to look at his phone.
Oku: I can't think when I do that
I can txt and take notes easy
Josuke sighed before responding. He guessed texting was okay then, as long as it was covert.
Jobro: I have studying 2 do. Y?
Oku: There's a new Disney movie I wanna see >)w(< Called Treasure Planet
Josuke smiled at his boyfriend's enthusiasm.
Jobro: yeah babe. We can go
Oku: I thought it could b a date o)//w//(o
Jobro: as long as we can get dinner xoxo
The rest of the class went by with them trying to pay attention to what the teacher was saying and chatting about the movie. When the course finally ended, it was time was lunch.
“Yeesh, I’m starving!” Exclaimed the shorter boy with two toned hair. Josuke let out a playful laugh, slipping his hand into his boyfriend’s.
“What’s for lunch today?” Okuyasu whipped his head to look at him proudly.
“I made chicken katsu in cooking class. Enough for both of us.” Josuke smiled excitedly at his boyfriend reaching out to lovingly scratch at his chin fuzz. They hurried over to a little area that they liked to eat at, away from prying eyes. After sitting down and getting out the food, Josuke closed his eyes and opened his mouth expectantly. “Babe, what are you doing?” Josuke didn’t open his eyes.
“I want to try it.” He spoke matter-of-factly.
“And you can’t feed yerself?” Okuyasu stared incredulously. Josuke shook his head with his mouth still open. Rolling his eyes and sighing, Okuyasu picked up a small piece of chicken after putting katsu sauce on it and raised it to his boyfriend’s plump lips. After the food had slipped inside, Josuke gave him a sweet smile.
“Babe, it’s really good!” Josuke spoke around his bite of food as he chewed. Okuyasu couldn’t help but bashfully smile.
“Thanks! I can’t wait to work in a bigger kitchen at culinary school. The work room here is… dinky.” He frowned, before shoving a piece of his meal into his own mouth. He smiled around the personal bite, still proud of his work. Josuke got quiet, suddenly thinking on something as he slowly finished chewing.
“Oku… I think I figured out what I wanted to do.” Okuyasu perked up at hearing those words. Josuke didn’t look up as he spoke. “I think I’m gonna go to the police academy. After I finish classes here. I’m doing it for my Grandfather.” He finally glanced up to see a perplexed frown on the other’s scarred face.
“But… I thought we were gonna go to school together.” He started to pout. Josuke gave a crooked sad smile.
“Oku, don’t be like that. We are going to school together right now. Did I mention I failed my fashion course? I can't draw to save my life, Rohan would love that." He spoke sarcastically. "And you know I can’t go to culinary school. I can’t even make ramen right.” A nervous laugh escaped after his words. Okuyasu looked to the box of food in his lap as if he could find an answer there. After another moment of silence, Josuke continued. “Look, my stand would be really helpful in that field. I could help so many people and stop crimes. And I’d make my grand dad proud. We have our different dreams, and that’s great. I want you to pursue yours, I love your cooking.” He paused again, taking another savory bite before continuing with his mouth full. “And I know the world will too. I’ll especially love it when we’re living together after school and you can cook for us in our own kitchen. But… we can’t be together forever.” Okuyasu snapped his head up and frowned at his boyfriend.
“Don’t say it like that. That makes it sound like we’re gonna break up.” Josuke’s eyes grew wide before he awkwardly laughed again, trying to lighten the situation.
“No, no no no no. I didn’t mean it like that. I meant we can’t always go the same way. Our paths are our own and they’re gonna cross but right now, we gotta go different ways. But the end point is where we’re headed.” Josuke smiled and grabbed onto his boyfriend's hand, hoping that all made sense. Okuyasu was still silent causing Josuke to worry. He hoped his boyfriend wasn’t legitimately upset. He let out a small gasp when he felt the other firmly squeeze his hand.
“I know you weren’t gonna go to culinary school. I just… school is so hectic already and we see each other in some classes and when we study or make dates. But if we go to different schools, I know we’ll see each other less. And I can handle not see you for a day or more, like we got a big test or studying is hard to get away from!” Okuyasu was extremely animated when he spoke the last sentence. But the enthusiasm faded back to melancholy. “… I don’t like the idea of seeing you only a few times a month, or even less. I was so happy we got into the same uni. But I know it’s for the best if we can do what we want to do.”
Josuke felt his heart swell with admiration with everything his love was saying. Images of them older and still together flashed through his mind and he felt his face flush at the thought.
“When we’re done, we can live together. Who knows, maybe we’ll get lucky and get the chance to live together during. Though, I think I might have to stay at the police academy…” He crinkled his face at the thought. When they made eye contact, he could tell Okuyasu was trying to hold back tears. Leaning forward he placed a gentle kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek. Both boy’s turned to face each other, silently staring into each other’s eyes. Okuyasu was the one to make the move next, closing his eyes and connecting their lips. When they finally pulled away after their sweet moment, they were smiling at each other.
“To our future.” Josuke added, softly bumping his nose against his boyfriend’s. Then he chuckled. “Now gimme some more of your world famous katsu.”
The rest of their lunch period ended normally, with them laughing and kissing a bunch while sharing their meal. Their next class wasn’t together but they were used to texting throughout it. Sure enough, the moment Josuke sat down, his phone went off. He had forgotten to turn his ringer off, to the dismay of his professor.
“Would you like to share your conversation with the class, Higashikata? It must be very important.” Josuke shook his head vigorously at the teacher’s question before reaching into his pocket to silence his phone and curse his boyfriend for his poor timing. After a few grueling minutes, he carefully pulled out his mobile to glance at the message.
Oku: What time for the movie o)w(o Jobro: u couldnt wait a few min b4 txting me? >:c Oku: I forgot 2 ask. So i’m asking now >)n(<
Josuke rolled his eyes before thinking of a response. A mischievous smile appeared on his face as he got an idea.
Jobro: Sometime late
We can sit in the back in the dark ;3
Josuke was still smiling, knowing full well that Okuyasu had to know what he meant by his suggestion. It was easy for him to picture his boyfriend’s flustered expression, he saw it so often. He waited patiently for a response.
Oku: but i want to actually watch the movie ‘)//A//(‘
Josuke clutched at his chest not expecting such a cute answer. Oh god, why is he so dang cute?
Jobro: Ok Okubabe
We can watch the movie :3
Oku: besides i can take u somewhere dark after n)w(o
Heat instantly rose to his cheeks, not expecting his partner to be so forward. As he was overwhelmed by the text, he suddenly fumbled with his phone, dropping it with a loud clatter onto his desk. Everyone in the class looked to him then with a look of shock on their face. His teacher’s held annoyance. Both of his hands rose to his face, trying to hide his embarrassment.
“Higashikata, if you don’t put away that phone right now, I’m going to confiscate it.” Josuke audibly gulped in fear, roughly shoving his slide phone into his pocket. Crossing his arms in mock agitation, he grumbled under his breath about the situation.
Several halls over in a different classroom, sat a smug Okuyasu with a faint blush to his cheeks. When he didn’t get a reply back soon enough, he figured he’d sufficiently flustered Josuke. He decided he’d send one more before he stopped harassing his boyfriend.
Josuke was clearly not prepared for what he saw. He immediately drew back against the rock, his eyes widened with disbelief. What on earth…?! What the hell is that? Could that be the creature everyone was talking about? He paused, collecting his thoughts and assessing the situation. Whatever it is… sounds like it's in pain. Should I get help? He was about to make up his mind to go and find someone when he realized there was blood on his hand. He gasped and worry struck him as he rolled it between his fingers.
He decided to be brave and reveal himself cautiously to the creature. He approached it while crouching in a non-threatening way, keeping a good distance in case the creature decided to lash out at him. That was when Josuke could clearly see the creature was male and what he was struggling against. Bloody scrapes and scratches were strewn against shimmery cobalt blue and gray skin over a white underbelly. Hooks dug into skin and netting tangled around a protruding fin on his back, unmistakably like a shark’s, as well as what Josuke could only assume was a tail partially obscured by the splashing waves. What really got Josuke’s heart pumping dramatically was the fact that this creature was obviously not an ordinary shark. Humanoid features met with his shocked gaze, a frightened look in the creature's bright yellow eyes. Th-those eyes! Could it be?!
*****
As he thrashed around, a scent came to him. Okuyasu soon recognized it as the familiar adrenaline and fear he was used to smelling before feeding off of sinking ships. Still clutching onto the rocks and trying to pull free from the rope, his eyes snapped up in search of the smell. There off to the side was the human he recognized from before, crouched down and watching him.
His entire body was dry, unlike what he’d seen before. His hair sat fluffily on top of his head, surrounding his face, and swayed gently in a breeze that came through. He was staring at him wide eyed, and Okuyasu could clearly smell his own fear and the human male's mingling together now. He could see he had a bit of blood on his hands.
Josuke didn't dare move, his heart practically thumping in his ears. Though it was right there in front of him, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. To think something like this could exist. Sure, it shouldn't come as a shock, considering what ate the ship he once worked on.
The creature had abnormally human-like expressions, Josuke could see that he was more terrified than anything else. He knew better than to startle him, there was always the risk of him attacking out of fear. He understood that he was more or less a trapped beast, and that he should tread carefully. But his curiosity would not be sated until he could confirm the feeling in the back of his mind.
He never expected them to be this close in proximity again, but he wasn’t even sure if it wasn’t an idea he wanted until now. Okuyasu stilled in his movements briefly to stare at the other in shock before warnings screamed in his head. He’s gonna kill me! He’s here because of what I did! He’s gonna tell the others. Okuyasu tried to pull away, staring back at deep green eyes in fear. As he did, another hook dug into him, causing him to wince and growl in agony.
Josuke let out a startled gasp, instinctively reaching out when the creature let out that pained cry. He was still hesitant to go near him, but he really wanted to help him. He didn’t know why, but he felt like he should help this poor creature. This was a very dire situation and he was entirely too panicked to free himself.
Josuke decided to try talking to him, keeping his voice low and gentle. “Hey, it’s all right. I’m not gonna hurt you.”
He cautiously kept his hand out, slowly bringing out the other one to show that he meant him no harm. He gradually moved closer, but waited to see how he would react.
“C-can you understand what I’m saying?” The question sounded silly even to Josuke, but he figured since his upper half was slightly human, there was a chance he could communicate with him. It was a slim chance, but nonetheless, it didn’t hurt to try.
Okuyasu stared at him in confusion. Strange sounds were coming out of the human's mouth that he couldn’t place, but they didn’t sound threatening. He watched as the male’s hands came closer to him. Frightened gold eyes darted between green and the outstretched arms before him. I’m completely stuck... is he trying to trick me? The human male spoke to him once more in a soothing sounding manner, but he wasn’t sure if it was sincere.
“Easy now, just stay calm.” Though it was obvious he could not understand him, Josuke still wanted to keep his voice low, hoping it would calm him. It was also interesting that the shark wasn't making any move to charge him. But Josuke knew better than to let his guard completely down. “I….I want to help you.”
Finding it curious that the strange male wasn’t as afraid as his kind would normally be, Okuyasu wasn’t sure if that should concern him or not. But he had been curious about this particular creature before all of this had happened. As much as he wanted to see what he was going to do, he also knew this was a very dangerous situation.
He tugged on the rope once more to see if it would budge, but to no avail. Bringing his eyes up to stare into deep sea green, the sharkman gave the human a pitiful questioning look, tilting his head slightly.
Josuke was closing in, hesitantly reaching a hand out. He knew this was crazy, not to mention dangerous. But he wasn't going to give up his efforts. There had to be a reason why this creature intrigued him. “You got yourself in quite the mess, didn't you?” He smiled sympathetically as he dared to move closer.
Okuyasu’s wide eyes darted towards the hand that was seemingly coming closer to him. His breathing was fast paced and somewhat irregular from his previous struggle, and he decided he didn’t feel like fighting anymore. Seeing the human smile at him, caused him to falter.
Josuke took a moment to observe the state he was in before inching any further. He could see how far some of the hooks dug into his upper body, blood streaming in small tendrils from the various gashes against dark gray and white skin. He contemplated on how in the world he was going to remove them without causing him to panic and hurt himself more.
In resignation, Okuyasu stopped moving and shut his eyes as he made up his mind. Trying to calm himself, he let the other scoot even closer to him. Whatever he's going to do… I can't do anything about it now… When he opened his eyes once more, he watched the human, evenly.
Now merely inches from the shark creature, Josuke held his breath as he placed a steady hand against the surprisingly smooth skin of his arm. There was a distinct roughness to it, almost like sand. The texture of his skin was very much like what he would expect from a shark, but he was amazed at how warm he was. His skin felt cool to the touch at first, but as he examined further, there was slight warmth pumping through his body.
How strangely his own grey flesh looked against the ruddy colored skin of the human. Okuyasu marveled at how the palm of the other’s hand felt against him. It was something he hadn’t ever experienced before. What he was mostly startled about, was how gentle the young male was to him. He watched in curiosity as the other hand not on his shoulder, moved to a hook and carefully latched onto it.
Josuke could feel the piercing gaze from the shark’s yellow eyes as he used his other hand to carefully dislodge a hook from the protruding fin of his elbow, following it with a reassuring rub to his shoulder as he let the netting fall against the rock. He felt him flinch momentarily, tensing under his touch.
He hummed softly. “See? That one wasn’t too bad.” He examined the rest of his body and sighed. “Some of these look pretty deep. You’re gonna have to bear with me, okay?” The sound of his voice caused the creature to fix him with a curious gaze. There was something very human about the way he looked at Josuke, it caused a chill to run through his body. He had to look away, feeling uneasy.
Okuyasu tried to hold back any sound of pain that he was tempted to make. It felt good to have at least one of the hooks out, but he knew that some of them, if not most, were going to hurt. His eyes landed on the other’s face and watched him with intense interest. After the second hook, which hurt a bit more, he braced himself on the rocks. He still wasn’t sure what was being said to him, but the voice was calming. The only thing he could do to ignore the pain was to observe the strange male.
Wavy ink black locks fell over part of the man’s chiseled face, the rest tied loosely in the back. This, Okuyasu found peculiar. The bright green eyes that mystified him, were staring in concentration as he worked to get more of the hooks out. He found it entertaining how he scrunched up his face every time he pulled one out, biting on his lip, as if he was the one in pain. At one point, they slightly changed angles so it was easier for the male to work on taking a hook out. One hand was still braced on his shoulder, and would occasionally rub soothingly. Okuyasu strangely appreciated the gesture.
Josuke decided to focus on removing the rest of the hooks, chewing his lip every time he came across any that were lodged deeply against his skin. He felt bad every time he had to push one further in, just to remove it. If the creature wanted to, he could easily take a chunk out of his jugular, with how close in proximity he was. But Josuke was entirely too distracted to be afraid, his deep green eyes remaining focused on his work.
Suddenly one of the hooks hurt far more when it was pulled out. Shutting his eyes in pain, they flashed open in agitation. Okuyasu lashed out by letting out a growling whine, quickly lunging his face towards the human's neck, as a warning.
At that moment, Josuke was thankful he was in his field of vision, managing to back away in defense just in time. “Whooah, hey!” He had his arms out in front of him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it. I'm sure that one hurt quite a bit.”
After the last hook, Okuyasu sighed in relief at the empty feeling. Now he just had the burning sensation of bleeding. He watched as the human’s hands pulled away after finishing the job, but timidly reached up once more. They hovered in front of him momentarily, tempting him to lean forward and investigate.
Josuke was a little surprised that the shark creature seemed to be taking to him after that ordeal. He half expected him to just snap at him again, but the curious look in his eyes encouraged Josuke to make a move to reach for him. He felt like he was in a trance, like this couldn't possibly be real.
Suddenly, Okuyasu heard a nearby bell in the distance. His eyes grew wide as he looked around in fear, suddenly realizing where he was.
I.. Have to go!
He knew he was free now, and this was his only chance to take. If he waited around any longer, he might get trapped again. Giving the human a desperate look, Okuyasu stared him in the eyes trying to see if there was any way for the other to understand.
“Hey wait…don't go!” Josuke steadied himself against the rock, a pleading look in his eyes as he slowly stood up knee deep, slightly swayed by the water lapping at the rocks.
They held each other's gaze for another moment more, before the shark quickly turned around and dove into the sea, his large back fin disappearing into the waves.
——-!!
“Hey! Leave that kid alone!” Josuke yelled as he stomped over to where four young boys were crowded against one on the ground. Having a witness meant they might get tattled on so the group of bullies high tailed it out of there.
Watching them run off, Josuke stood defiantly with his hands on his hips. Once they were out of sight, he turned to the young boy on the ground. The kid had dirt, blood, and scratches all over his body. His dirtied shirt had a yen sign on it with matching socks. A black mop of hair sat atop his head and Two large eyes stared up at the young jojo, framed by two identical scars across his face. He reached out a hand for him then.
“Hey, I’m Josuke. You okay?” The kid stared at the offered hand apprehensively.
“I’m Okuyasu.” His voice was soft but slightly gruff. Tears stained his dirty cheeks and continued to spill from his eyes. The injured boy hadn’t made a move yet.
“Do you want me to heal you?” Josuke asked while Crazy Diamond appeared next to him. Okuyasu’s already large eyes got even bigger as he gawked at the small pink stand. Josuke stuck out his hand further. “Wanna be friends?”
Okuyasu sputtered as he reached for the other’s fingers.
“You have a ghost buddy like me?” Without warning, he manifested ‘The Hand’. Josuke stepped back in surprise before a big grin spread across his face.
“I’m gonna heal you now, okay?” Suddenly everything was glowing a lavender color, Okuyasu’s skin was tingling all over. After a few seconds, he looked down to see that all the blood and grime was gone. His clothes were pristine in wear. “Wow!! Everything’s fixed!” he kept looking himself over.
“Yeah, that’s what my friend can do.” Josuke proudly gestured to his stand. Okuyasu looked up and smiled. He sniffed gently, his crying having stopped.
“That’s really cool!” But as he looked up to him, he noticed the bandages on Josuke’s knees. “Why don’t you heal yourself?” Okuyasu saw Josuke look away sheepishly then.
“It doesn’t work on me… but that’s okay. I like helping people.” Then blue eyes were beaming at Okuyasu. “And it helps me get out of trouble if I break something!” He gave Okuyasu a big toothy grin.
It was Okuyasu’s turn to feel ashamed. He wanted to thank his new friend in some way. Suddenly determined he stepped over towards Josuke and placed his hand on his shoulder. Before Josuke could ask what he was doing, he leaned over and left a soft peck to his cheek. Josuke’s small hand instantly shot up to touch the spot he had so sweetly kissed. Okuyasu leaned back on the balls of his feet, his fingers fidgeting.
“That’s as much as I can do.” His words were no louder than a gentle whisper. Josuke suddenly smiled.
“That’s okay! You wanna go play?” Josuke couldn’t stop smiling, giggles beginning to bubble up from his throat. Okuyasu enthusiastically nodded before they ran off together, all smiles, with their invisible friends in tow.
Two hearts were rapidly beating at the same time, but neither knew.
It was lunch time, the one time of day when Josuke and Okuyasu could spend together at school. They both favored this period because it was a break from monotonous school work but they also got to see each other.
Okuyasu’s heart was pounding in his chest as he shakily tried to eat his home-made bento. Josuke seemed to calmly eat his across the way. What was unbeknownst to either of them was that they were currently thinking the same thing.
I wish I could just tell him how much I like him.
Under the guise of “I’m too damn hungry to talk.”, they ate in silence. The fact was that neither of them knew how to process their feelings for the other and didn’t want the other to find out. Stuffing your face with food was a normal thing for a teenage boy to do, and it made it easier to hide your crush on your best friend.
Josuke slowly and quietly ate his store bought lunch, his feelings for his best friend and envy of the other’s nice looking meal clouding his thoughts. With his mind in turmoil, he hadn’t noticed his giant pink stand had manifested behind him with a determined look on it’s face. Okuyasu was also too preoccupied to notice the stand’s appearance.
Brown eyes nervously stared at a lump of white rice that he was picking at with his chopsticks. What would Josuke even say if I told him? He definitely wouldn’t want to be friends, that’s for sure. Suddenly, Okuyasu was clouded with even more anxiety. His stomach was already a fluttering mess from being within in the same vicinity as his cute best friend. Now it was a torrential twisting knot of worry.
Okuyasu quickly glowed blue, his own stand manifesting itself now, him still being unaware. It had just as a perplexed as worried expression as he did. The Hand nervously glanced to Crazy Diamond across the way When the two beings made eye contact, the slightly smaller of the two looked away bashfully. Josuke was just as oblivious to what was happening behind them as he kept eating his meal.
Crazy D hovered towards the other stand, then reached out to touch one blue and silver arm. Okuyasu flinched at the sudden contact but still didn’t realize what was happening. The Hand looked to Crazy D expectantly before looking between the users. Large pink and silver hands found themselves on the armored shoulders of the the smaller stand.
The larger of the two closed in, the smaller shyly placing his hands on wide pink hips. Josuke was aware of pressure on his own hip bones but wasn’t quite sure what the cause was. The Hand excitedly squeezed the other before nuzzling his large comically frowning face against Crazy Diamond’s.
Okuyasu couldn’t ignore that particular feeling as a reached a hand up to touch his face. What’s up with my face? What was that? He curiously glanced behind himself to finally see his and his best friend’s stands romantically holding each other. Eyes wide and bulging, he couldn’t take them off of the sight before him.
“U-uh…. Josuke?”
Startled out of his thoughts by his friend’s gruff voice, he could suddenly feel a chilling sensation on his lower back. Stealing a breath, he turned his head to find Okuyasu’s dumbfounded expression. Following his line of sight, what he saw almost stopped his heart.
“What… WHAT are they doing?” As if to answer him, Crazy Diamond, reached a hand up to pull Okuyasu’s stand closer. Pink and silver lips met, savoring a chaste kiss.
Okuyasu jumped at the contact, a hand shooting up to touch his own lips. “That’s cold!”
Josuke’s eyes shot over to see the other profusely blushing. Both boys made eye contact then but didn’t utter a word.
Finally Okuyasu spoke up. “Josuke… is this bad?” The larger pompadored teen found himself shaking his head without realizing it. Looking back to the kissing and cuddling stands, he realized what it meant.
With a smile, he looked back to his best bro. His cheeks were just as red as his.
“I wanted this. Actually, for a long time now.” Josuke averted his gaze while biting his lip. Okuyasu kept staring with wide eyes before swallowing an invisible lump in his throat.
“You did?” Josuke couldn’t look at his crush anymore, worried of what was gonna happen. He only nodded, keeping his lip between his teeth. Okuyasu had briskly walked over to Josuke, startling him.
Looking up in awe, he was shocked further by Okuyasu’s large hands reaching up to cup his face. “O-oku?” Slightly chapped lips gently pressed against his own plump ones. Both of them seemed to stop breathing, eyes closed, as the moment went on for a few more seconds.
When they pulled apart, they stared at each other in a haze. Josuke couldn’t help but smile and hum in content. Eyes closing once more, he leaned his head forward to rest it against Okuyasu’s chest. Solid arms wrapped around him, squeezing him a little closer.
“I guess our stands knew what we really wanted.” he muttered into the blue uniform. Okuyasu let out a small noise above him, like a laugh.
“Yeah, I guess so. What… Does that mean for us now?”
Josuke smooshed his face further into soft flesh.
“That we both like each other?” He still felt embarrassed to say it. A pleasant thought came to him then. “Do you wanna be boyfriends?” Strong arms fully encompassed then and roughly hugged him tightly. “Aagh!! Dude, my hair!!” He flailed in the other’s firm grasp.
When Okuyasu finally stopped, he pulled away to smile down at his boyfriend. “I’d really like that.” Just when Josuke was about to comment, Okuyasu blurted out, “I’ve never had a boyfriend before! Is it like having a girlfriend? Though, I’ve never had one of those either…” the last part was jumbled softly.
Josuke smooshed his face into Okuyasu’s chest again, not caring about his hair anymore. “You’re so cute!!” He squealed into his chest. His words only caused Okuyasu to get flustered again, leaving them to spend the rest of the lunch period, hugging and yelling.
I told you that there would be more. hehe This one is a gratuitous blow job fic. Bat and Garou have an altercation that turns into Bat on his knees. You know the drill.
Metal Bat could say he had never found himself in this situation before. Things had escalated quickly between Garou and him once more after the villain had show up for another match. After only a few moments of fighting, their mouths were heatedly on each other and the spar had been forgotten. One thing lead to another and he ended up kneeled down, his face between the others legs, where he stood against a wall.
“You gonna suck it or not?” The answer was yes. But only because the bastard assumed he would never do it. Even after all the fooling around they had done. He had already pulled down the others white pants, his fingers gently behind the elastic of his underwear. “Come on, you’re already so close.” The teasing above him wasn’t helping. He had never done anything like this with anyone before, save one time when he attempted with a popsicle. Mostly, he had a thought while eating it, what sucking a dick would be like.
After a bit of thinking, the underwear was pulled down and the flesh ‘Popsicle’ sprang into the air, already hard from their apparent sexual tension. Well, at least it doesn’t look like one. He thought. Moving a hand up one thigh, he rested it at the base of the erection. And it isn’t cold like one either. With a soft chuckle above him, Garou pushed his hips slightly forward to dangle the offensive organ in Bat’s face. With a frown, he glared up at glinting and mischievous eyes, before looking back at the thing in his hand. I doubt it’s sweet, either.
Before another second passed, he finally brought his lips tentatively to the tip and kissed it. A soft sigh was heard above him, but it was nothing impressive for either of them. Garou knew Bat had never done this before, but he didn’t care. He wanted Bat to do it because he knew he could infuriate him with it, but he also wanted Bat to do it. After a few moments, Bat finally did something else and pressed his tongue against the head of his member. Garou smiled at the innocent action, causing him to chuckle. But before he could say anything, Bat kicked it up a notch and started swirling his tongue around the tip.
Garou let out a pleased sigh. “Now that’s more like it.” Bat took that as an initiative to try more things. Quickly taking the first few inches into his mouth, he kept twirling his tongue around as he went. The others breathing became a bit more audible. Pulling off slightly, he moved his mouth and tongue along the shaft down to the end, Garou letting out another pleased sound. But then he heard the laugh.
“You’re surprisingly pretty good at this.” Bat stopped his ministrations and glared up at the other, still keeping his lips against the member in hand. “Aaaw, are you chickening out now?” Bat felt his frustration and anger blossom within his chest. He picked up pace then, his tongue worked quickly back up to the tip. Without hesitating, he wrapped his mouth around it and took as much of it inside as he could. On the way out, his teeth scraped against it.
Eyes wide with shock, he pulled away in fear. “S-sorry! I didn’t mean to-” But as he looked up while apologizing, he saw the lustful look on the others face. Garou had reached one of his hands out and had placed it on Metal Bat’s head.
“It’s okay. Keep going, Bat.” Bat nodded and went back to work, but slowly at first. As he heard a few more soft breaths and moans come from the other, he picked up speed once more. His mouth was completely around the other, his tongue pressed flat along the bottom. He bobbed his head slowly, trying to find a proper rhythm, still learning the workings of a proper blow job. He would say, it was definitely much saltier than doing this to a popsicle. He wasn’t disappointed, but it wasn’t something he really enjoyed either.
The Hero could only take the other’s cock so far into his mouth. The length of it was far too big, he thought for something like that. But he was trying his best. He wasn’t surprised to hear the other speak once more between small breaths. “Is that all you can do?” The voice was hushed, but it still held a mocking tone. Bat felt another surge of anger. He knew the other was trying to egg him on, but it still worked. As a warning, he used his teeth to gently bite down, just enough to cause uncomfortable pressure on such a sensitive organ.
What he wasn’t expecting was the breathless moan that tumbled out of the other above him. His eyes snapped up to stare at hazy gold ones looking down at him. “That was good.” With a quirked brow, Bat went back to what he was doing, but kept the new found knowledge in his mind. Well, he really likes teeth when we make out, basically everywhere… So, I guess this isn’t surprising.
With a few more bobs of his head, he pressed down his teeth around the shaft once more. Garou let out another loud moan but also laced his fingers into Bat’s raven hair and tugged. Bat let out a moan of his own around the dick in his mouth. He had definitely not been expecting that. Fingers tugged once more for no reason, and he let out a pleased whine. He didn’t want to like this, but he really did. Now he felt a surge of passion, causing him to put more effort into his work. His head moved quickly up and down, creeping closer and closer to the end of shaft.
Once he finally was able to take all of it, he paused to take a moment, before finally pulling off to plunge back forward. When he was comfortable enough taking basically all of it, he used his teeth again. His hair was tugged once more, hard. They moaned together. Bat couldn’t help but reach a hand down to cup his own growing erection in his trousers. Garou had spotted it and laughed through a sigh. “Is sucking me off making you hot?” Bat didn’t pause his movements this time to glare up at the other. He still furrowed his brows, but used his tongue and teeth a little more roughly. A smile formed around the dick in his mouth at the warbled sound the other made.
With his own hand down his pants and firmly wrapped around his own erection, he pumped himself in time to the bobbing of his head. He wanted to groan when he heard that familiar voice again. “If you don’t work yourself faster, you’ll never get off.” After the accusatory words, the hand on his head wrapped further into his hair, ruining his pomp. Occasionally there were a few quick tugs as he sucked the hero hunter off. Garou knew he was close, but he wasn’t going to let Bat know that.
He wondered if his teeth left imprints in the others skin. He wasn’t sure he wanted to see when he was done. The whole act was against his better judgement, but he couldn’t help himself. At least not this time. That’s usually how they found themselves, though. Each sexual experience had them going further and further. And he was starting not to mind it. Hollowing out his cheeks, he furiously sucked the other off, his tongue doing its best with the bit of space it had. Glancing up through fallen hair, Garou was also looking at him, with just as a ragged appearance. “Well, aren’t you pretty.” Bat huffed in annoyance at that. With a yelp, he was surprised by sudden pressure below his hand.
Garou’s foot was pressing up against his balls and the bottom of his shaft. He was going to pull away and ask what the other was doing but Garou made sure he stayed where he was with his hand. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He spoke with a smile. Bat found he was right, his foot was gently massaging him while he stroked himself. To add to it, Garou began tugging his hair again, causing him to moan. He really hated this. He really hated that he was getting off to this. He hated how much he was actually enjoying the other’s cock in his mouth and how he was being touched. He picked up speed with his hand, causing high pitched moans to make their way past the object in his mouth. There’s pressure and heat building in his gut, close to release.
Heat is filling his mouth. Before it can overwhelm him and choke him, the hand in his hair is roughly pulling him away. He flinches, unsure of what’s going to happen. Eyes closed, he felt hot cum hit his face in a few quick spurts. Cracking open one eye since the other was covered, he stared up at Garou’s smug flushed face.
“Bull’s eye.” His voice was ragged but he was still able to grin. Metal Bat’s hair was a mess. His face was covered in sweat and cum, his cheeks were a beautiful deep shade of red and his eyes were a mix between lustful and enraged. Garou noted the hand still on his erect prick, precum oozing out of it. “Oh, did you not get to finish?” Bat quickly pulled away and stood up in a flash. Wiping his face off with his hand, he wiped it on the other’s shirt. Garou stuck his tongue out playfully with a smile. “Did you want me to help you with that?” he cooed. “I’ll make it good.” Bat grabbed his jacket silently and began to stomp away. “Like you did for me!” Garou continued to yell at the other.
He was absolutely pissed. For more reasons that he cared to name. All he knew is that he needed to get away before he did something absolutely brash. Or found out more things about himself sexually he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. But he did know he wasn’t going to stay away for long.
I've fallen into Monster Bat hell. I've pretty much devoured every fic there is of these two losers, but I needed more so I wrote some. This is the first thing I've ever written of them. I'm waiting for Ao3 to approve my invitation so I can post this there as well, but for now Tumblr has the floor.
The idea behind this one is that it's a bit into their relationship. They usually just fuck, but Garou has started to realize he has feelings for the hero. And Bat basically feels the same but neither of them has admitted it yet. Sorry if they seem out of character, or if the sex is too quick. It's just what I felt like writing. But there will be more.
Rated Mature because there's dudes fucking.
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It had been a long day for Metal Bat. By the time he was able to finally go home, it was dark out. After dragging his feet through the front door, his bat behind him, he finally was able to breathe out all the tension he had been holding in.
“I’m home!” he called out lazily. When no response came, he glanced around his living space, finding no sign of his sister or his cat, Tama. Walking into the kitchen he found a note on the counter. That was something Zenko usually did as to alert him of her whereabouts so he didn’t go on a wild man hunt thinking she’d been kidnapped.
Dear Big Bro,
I’m over at Mitsuko’s. She just got a whole dvd collection of Amai Mask and wanted to watch them with me. I’ll be spending the night. Don’t eat any junk food while I’m gone. I’ll be home tomorrow.
Love, Zenko
After scoffing at Amai Mask, Metal Bat sighed. Calling for his cat, he realized she was probably outside doing some late night prowling. Another sigh left his mouth. “Looks like I’ll have this night to myself.” Quickly stripping out of his clothes in the middle of the living room, he headed into the bathroom, his bat still in hand. Resting his bat against the wall near the tub, he set on taking a quick shower first. Without even waiting for the water to heat up, he hopped in and began washing himself off. Once all the dirt, grime, and product from his hair had been taken care of, he shut the faucet off and began to fill up the tub.
After a few minutes, the tub was full enough for him to submerge. He didn’t even care when water splashed over the side from him basically dropping himself into it. Feeling the heat fully surround him, he finally started to feel a bit more at ease. Bat had been hoping for some sort of attention when he got home, the day having been really frustrating and aggravating for him. The positive side to a night alone was he could basically do anything he wanted but he wasn’t sure what that was yet.
Time had passed, his eyes closed, and his head rested against the tile behind him. His hair was wet and haphazardly pushed back to stay out of his face, but a lot it fell naturally down. All he could hear was a gentle slow drip from the faucet head, and the fan gently trying to keep the room from completely steaming up. But then there was an unfamiliar sound. Like someone opening and closing a window somewhere in his apartment. Cracking open his eyes, he listened more carefully. There were someone’s gentle foot steps out on the carpeted floor of the living room.
In a flash, he grabbed his bat and a towel and bolted for the bathroom door. Ripping it open, his bat ready to strike, he flung himself out into the hall where the bathroom was. The towel he had grabbed was precariously held just to cover his junk but was not wrapped around him. What he wasn’t expecting to see was a familiar white head of hair and gold eyes staring back at him. Shoulders dropped and his bat wavered in the air.
“....Garou?” Before he even had another moment to react, the martial artist was right in front of him but wasn’t touching him. His brown eyes stared back in confusion as the ‘monster’ grinned down at him. Shaking himself out of his stupor, his well known anger was back. “Look, I don’t know what the hell yer here for, but I’m really not in the mood fe-” Long fingers had found their place on Metal Bat’s round and very naked ass. He let out a small gasp at feeling his cheeks being firmly squeezed. He glared up at the Hero Hunter before their mouths met. He didn’t feel like fighting it this time.
It wasn’t unusual for Garou to show up randomly in his life. Sometimes it was to fight the S-class hero for fun; after their first fight they feigned from killing each other, so it usually ended up being a really bloody spar. The main reason for not ending each other was probably for the fact that they had a strange sexual tension. Casual sex had become a common for them. Though, Bat wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t like having Garou around. They had their differences but he found himself always really happy being with him. At least now he wasn’t completely alone in his home anymore.
After a few moments of very heated kissing and rough ass squeezing, the shorter of the two, pulled away. His hands were on the others lean and muscular chest, gripping the shirt and more than likely had left red marks underneath. “Who said you could just come into my home without asking?” His words had no bite to them, it was mostly playful banter. Garou closed his eyes in content and nuzzled his nose against the others.
“I felt like it.” Bat was about to say something else, when he was cut off again by the others lips. Long arms wrapped around his thick body, hoisting him up so his legs would wrap around the other. Still holding the kiss, Garou walked them into the Hero’s bedroom. With precision, he unhooked the brunette from himself and tossed him into the bed. Bat looked up with a frown, feeling exposed still being wet and naked from his bath.
“Ya know, it's not fair that you're still wearing clothes.” He spoke as he tried to close his legs. Garou’s long fingers gripped one of his legs and ran up the taut skin.
“I like seeing you like this.” The way he eyed over the other lustfully, caused Bat to shiver. That was usually all Garou saw him as was something to lust after, either sexually or as a good fight. Garou’s hands ran up and down Bat’s muscular legs and ended up running along his chest. Bat growled in frustration from the slow pace, and grabbed the thin black shirt from the other side and pulled him forward into a smashing kiss.
They both moaned into each other, Garou grabbing at the other’s bare chest. Bat’s tan fingers thread into Garou’s white locks, messing up his style. He tugged on it causing Garou to gasp and pull away, Bat kissed along his jaw but the other quickly fought back by pushing past him, and started kissing and nipping down his neck. Occasionally he'd bite down hard then lick the red spot he had left. Bat was gasping and moaning at every bit of pressure. One bite had been particularly painful but it still left him panting and wanting more. With defiance, fingers reached down to roughly pull up Garou’s shirt.
The monster grunted in annoyance with his arms stuck out in front of him. After a bit of bickering and a tussle, the shirt was finally off. Bat’s finger nails roughly running down the other’s torso. Garou hissed from the pain but grinned afterwards, heading back to work leaving bite marks along the other’s neck and collarbone. Somehow without even looking, He'd found the bottle of lube and had coated his fingers with it.
Metal bat felt a slick finger massaging his entrance before finally entering. He let out a breathy moan at the feeling. Garou slowly pushed his finger in and out, adding another one quickly. Bat huffed at how fast he was moving but knew he could take it pretty well. His prostate was found quickly and he couldn't hold in his voice anymore from the overwhelming feeling. It felt so good but it was such a strong sensation it was almost painful.
After 4 fingers had been worked into him, he was asking for more. “G-garou, please… I want it….” Without even asking what it was, Garou pulled his hand out after a few more thrusts of his fingers. Angling his hips towards the others, he lined his cock up with the middle of Bat’s ass. Glancing at the other, Metal Bat ground his hips into the other asking to continue. Obliging to the request, the monster slowly pushed himself inside and held himself in place, after fully sheathing himself.
Metal bat was confused by this behaviour. Usually, Garou was fast and forceful, Bat liked it but had to become accustomed to it. Having his monster suddenly act so gently and loving was out of the ordinary. Garou slowly thrust into him, giving time for Bat to respond. Hands roamed up and down his body, squeezing anywhere that they could.
Bat grunted, latching his legs around the other. He wanted Garou to take action. Garou grinned down at him again, like he always did. His hands had quickly moved to pin Bat’s hands against the bed by his head. The hero looked at them in aggravation. He knew he could easily fight back, but he didn't want to. “Come on…” he huffed in frustration. Garou eyed him suspiciously then, but saw how much Bat seemed to be aching for something more. With one final smirk, the monster slammed into him, causing the hero to cry out. The sounds he was making quickly turned into loud moans of pleasure. Hands found their place on his ass once more, lifting him up to change the angle of his thrusts. Even if Garou was using him to get off, he did it well enough so that they both could.
With his hands being free now, Bat brought one of his hands to his own cock. Before he could even wrap his fingers around it, a hand swatted them away. Brown eyes glared up at defiant gold ones before closing in pleasure from someone else's hand suddenly pumping him expertly. He always figured the other knew how to use his hands so well because of his martial arts knowledge of pressure points. Or that he was fairly good at reading people; maybe he just knew what Bat liked. But Bat could also say he really only like it when Garou did it, there was something about doing something so intimate with a wanted criminal.
Unsure of what to do with his hands, he gripped at the sheets, the ever building pleasure starting to take him. He had spread his legs further, tightening himself around Garou’s length. He let out a small prideful chuckle when the other above him grunted and lost a bit of his rhythm. His usually threatening eyes were hazy with lust. Beads of sweat were slowly running down either of their faces. Growling, the hero hunter found his speed once more, thrusting hard and quickly into the other. Bat couldn’t control himself any longer. His voice was loud and shaky, his body completely overwhelmed.
His right hand found its place over Garou’s, not really helping get himself off, just to hold onto him. With a few more thrusts, Bat was loudly moaning and cumming all over himself. Garou rode out a few more seconds before he was cumming inside of the other. Bat didn’t like it when he did that, but he weirdly appreciated the intimacy of it. After Garou’s breathing and heart had begun to calm down, his member having stopped pulsating inside the other, he pulled out slowly. Pulling back, Bat watched as Garou seemed to look him over appreciatively.
Without any warning, he got up and walked out of the room. Bat was left to lay there fatigued and confused, thinking the other was just going to up and leave. But before he could lay out any insults, that familiar head of white hair came back into the room, with a towel in hand. Firstly, Garou quickly wiped off Bat’s toned and scarred up stomach. Bat was then flipped over without hesitation and felt the towel being used to clean him up. He wasn’t sure what to really say or think about this. After the cleaning was done and the towel tossed off to the side, Bat turned half way around to stare at Garou in question.
“You’re being awfully quiet for someone who is so quick to start fights.” Garou broke the odd silence.
“What are you doing?” Came the blunt question in response. Garou’s eyes shot open wide before he let out a bark of laughter.
“That’s all you have to say?” The monster spoke between laughing. Blood rushed to the brunette’s face from the accusation. He wasn’t sure why he felt flustered by this reaction, but he didn’t like it.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? You’re the one that’s actin’ weird! Being all nice and shit. You even cleaned me off!” Garou suddenly stopped laughing and smiled warmly at the other. Though his smiles, even when kind, still had a menacing look to them.
“I wanted too.” Bat sat up quickly, his anger shining through.
“What does that even mean? You want to be nice? Why the hell would you ever want to be nice?” The monster’s face softened, his gold eyes staring at the other. He looked like he was searching. Suddenly, there were hands in his dark brown hair. They were pushing the hair out of the way.
“Maybe I want to be.” Bat stared incredulously.
“What, do you want to be a hero now?” he let out a nervous laugh. Garou shook his head slightly, keeping his eyes on the other.
“Never. But I want to be nice sometimes, only with you.” Bat couldn’t control the blush on his cheeks. Garou’s hands ran through his shoulder length hair and pushed it out of his face, twirling the ends around his fingers. Bat felt a slight shiver at the touches on his sensitive scalp.
“With… with me?” Garou nodded before forcing them both to lay down in the bed. His long arms wrapped tightly around the other, like a spider monkey. Bat huffed in fake annoyance, not liking being confined but he wasn’t sure how to feel about this new development. Garou nuzzled his face into Bat’s large chest, leaving kisses wherever he could reach. Tentatively, he wrapped his own arms around the other’s muscular body.
Garou made a strange noise before nuzzling himself further into the other. Bat could only assume it was of affection. After a few minutes, he could hear the even breathing coming from the other denoting he had fallen asleep. A smile formed at one corner of his mouth. “I can’t believe he fell asleep so easily.” He still felt sweaty and sticky from their previous activity, the other’s warm body against him wasn’t helping that fact. “Ugh, I’m gonna need another shower.” But he knew he wasn’t going to get out of this one at the moment. With little effort, he reached out for a blanket and covered the both of them the best that he could, while still staying in the others arms. He wasn’t sure why, but it felt appropriate to lay a kiss atop the others head before closing his own eyes and drifting off to sleep.
In celebration of Jojo Friday, here is the boy! Because we know he's gonna kill it in the new ep. I may eventually color this. Found this shirt at Target and instantly thought of Okuyasu.
Tumblr was being really finicky with posting this and still is. Did some quick doodles of the duwang gang based on a post by @croxovergoddess I apologize for shitty phone photos
"Bae Vision" More trans Josuyasu(Josuke is mtf and Okuyasu is ftm) Did a comic collab with @bizarrenekoartz last night. We got the cute idea of all of 4 of these losers going on a double date at the beach. And Josuyasu not being able to handle how they see the other.
happy Belated Valentines day. I pumped this out really fast so sorry for any continuity errors. IF you've been reading "Cheerleaders only date quarterbacks" there is no connection with this one-shot to that long one. But enjoy some Courtney/Wendy goodness.
Also any facts(like the address's) are totally fake.
Also there is some serious smut at the end of it. There'll be a break in the writing so you know that it's coming so you have been warned.
We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love
Courtney reached into her track suit pocket to hush Beyonce as she notified her of a new text. It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon, so receiving a text seemed to be expected for any high schooler. Especially since it was a Saturday and Courtney had been at practice all day. She was the type of girl to never be far from her phone. Her delicately manicured nails were always tapping away on the luminescent screen whenever they got the chance.
Today was the exception. She had friends she could text but she was usually texting a particular person most of the time. And today they should have exchanged several texts, specifically ones revolving around what day of the year it was. When you're in a relationship, Valentines Day is usually a pretty big deal. And Courtney was secretly fuming.
Her friends knew she had a special someone, they just didn't know who. All they knew was that it was a long distance relationship. Half of them believed it was fake. The only people who did know the truth was her best friend Mitch and her brother Norman. Mitch hadn't always been her best friend, but they had the common situation of liking someone of the same gender. He was the only one she could trust in this small judgmental town.
“Damn it, Wendy” she mumbled to herself as she walked home. Mitch was busy with practice as well so she didn't even have him to text at the moment. None of her other friends lived that close to her so she couldn't walk with them either. She was upset but felt she had no right to be. It technically wasn't even Valentines Day in Gravity Falls yet because of the time difference. But they both knew that would happen. Whenever Courtney had asked if they should do anything for the holiday, Wendy either never responded, changed the subject, or gave a vague answer.
“I mean, it's not like I was expecting anything because we never actually planned anything. But a text at least telling me 'Happy Valentine's Day Courtney!' would have been fine.” As she spoke she spotted a lone trash can on the side of the road. She headed over to it and unloaded the few Valentines she had gotten that weren't from friends. Even some of her casual classmates gave her small tokens. She wasn't really into doing that, but if they wanted to get treats for the whole class, she wasn't going to stop them. However a few stupid individuals decided to confess to her in some way even with knowing she was taken.
“Ugh, What a waste of breath. Like, they should have just kept it to themselves. I mean it's sort of pointless to say something like that to me, knowing I can't give them the answer they want.” After she had discarded the valentines she didn't really care about, she put the lid back on and put her bag on her shoulder. “I mean, how awkward is it for me to then have to deal with knowing that person or some random stranger likes me?” She rolled her eyes and continued her trek home.
As she stepped up to the porch, she saw something sitting up next to the door. It was an ordinary looking package. “Probably some weird thing Norman ordered.” As she stepped up to it, she noted a 'Gravity Falls' number of stamps up in the corner. “Or it's from that weird kid he became friends with.” She sighed and pick it up with one hand to bring inside with her. It didn't have too much weight to it but her foul mood was clouding her judgment and keeping her from actually looking at the object. After setting it down on the kitchen table, she took a sit in the bay window next to it.
Her phone screen was still blank, with no messages. Lazily, she leaned back in her seat until she was slouched with her legs forward. Both of her parents seemed to be currently out at the moment, as was her brother who apparently forget to mention he was not coming home right away. He was probably with Neil like usual, but ever since past occurrences happening here and back in Gravity Falls(zombies, shape shifters, and gnomes of all things) she was over protective. As she had become of the others she'd befriended as well. But today, she feigned interest in just assuming he was safe. Her slump has taken it's toll on her emotions.
She figured she'd go find something else to do. Maybe she would take a hot shower and blast the radio seeing as no one was there to complain about it. Then she'd put on some of her favorite movies and eat the candy she had been given earlier today. Skype was the furthest activity from her mind as she stood up. 'If Wendy is going to leave me hanging, I'll just have to do the same.'
She had forgotten about the package that was presently sitting on the table. She also didn't notice when she bumped into the table and sent the package off the edge until it hit the floor. She cringed for only a moment remembered how light it had been earlier. There was no way anything fragile was in there. Gingerly she reached down and picked it up once more. About the set it down on the table again, she had finally noticed what the package actually had written on it.
Return Address:
Wendy Corduroy
7625 Ne timbertree lane
Gravity Falls, OR 97741
To Address:
Courtney Babcock
4113 SE Cherry picker st
Blithe Hollow, MA 02112
Her eyes grew wide as she pulled the package closer to her face to examine it. It indeed, did have her name on it. And it was from Wendy. She stood there in awe thinking far to many questions. The main one's were “What could it possibly be?” and “Why did she send me something?”. Even with no one home, she thought the solitude of her room was aptly fitting for opening the box.
Once she was in her room she didn't even wait to start opening it before sitting on the bed. With the packaging paper off, she was left with a box and an envelope taped to the top of it. On it was written in very strong hand writing “Courtney” but a crooked heart next to it. A smile spread across her face for an instant before disappearing. She stared at the envelope unsure of what to do. She anticipated what it might say but she was anxious enough to be worried of what it would say.
Taking the plunge, she ripped the back of it open. In it she first found a ridiculously cliché romantic Valentine's day card. It had a puppy drawn on it saying “I wuv you” and a finish that could only be described as hand made. She flipped it over to find the words on the back 'Hand crafted by Mabel Pines'. She smirked and let out a quick giggle. When she opened the card itself, she found a folded up letter neatly placed in the center. Holding her breath for a brief moment, she picked it up and carefully opened it.
This has been the longest month of my entire life. Namely because it was so hard trying to keep this all a surprise. I wanted to hear the excitement in your voice when I would tell you over the phone or maybe if I told you over skype. Anyways I've had this planned since like around Christmas time. But didn't actually work on it until mid January. I know you're probably feeling pretty impatient at the moment since I've been pretty quiet this past week. I didn't make plans with you because I already had plans. There's not much to do when we live all the way across the country from each other so if I wanted to actually do something nice for you, I was gonna have to do it myself. And I know what you're thinking
How could you?
Why are you doing this?
What stupid thing do you have planned?
Because I know you so well. ;) well anyways theres a small catch to all of this. Just hold out a little longer. I'm hoping the package got to you on valentines day because I calculated as best as I could to make sure it would arrive on time. So if you could just wait until I get home at 5 today? That'll be 8pm for you. If that's too late just text me that it won't work. It is a Saturday and I have nothing to do later tonight. But I do work and won't be home until then. Be on skype and wait for me to call you. Then the next phase of my plan will commence
Love, Wendy
Courtney sat in confusion. She honestly had no idea what any of it meant. She was excited because they were supposedly going to do something for the holiday. But she was also frustrated and upset that she didn't know anything until now. And that Wendy had seriously kept her in the dark for so long. As much as she liked to gripe and complain all of the time, she really cared about Wendy. She cared about her a lot. And for her to make her worry as much as she had was really starting to piss her off.
So she decided to wait. She kept eying the box that had the card attached to it where she had left it on her bed. She had to control herself, but the temptation was started to wear her down. TV was the only option at the moment. Heading downstairs she decided to text anyone she could to keep herself distracted. Most of them responded with generic responses, Norman was too busy with his friend, and she straight out told Mitch everything that was going on. So for the next hour, She had a random movie channel on in the background playing “the best romance movies of all time” and was texting Mitch furiously about Wendy.
Even though she kept thinking about the gift, talking to him was helping distract her enough from heading upstairs. While lazily laying on the sofa, she heard the back door open and close. In walked her brother, covered in dirt. She eyed him suspiciously but said nothing. His eye brows rose slightly before he tossed his bag next to the couch on the floor. He sat next to it looking at her. She already had her eyes to the phone and was mindlessly scrolling.
“Whats wrong?”
“Why do you think somethings wrong?” She spoke softly.
“because even with how close we are, you always like to make comments about my appearance. You complain about everything. And you didn't even look like you were thinking a complaint.” She shrugged in response. “Courtney.” She still said nothing. He stared at her silently until she sighed and sat up.
“I'm just frustrated about Wendy. She hadn't really spoken to me all week, and then I find out she was actually just trying to surprise me. I feel relieved but I'm also anxious because we haven't talked in like forever and I'm also a little mad that she worried me so much.”
“So the package came on time then?” her head whipped towards him so fast he was surprised her pony tail didn't smack her in the face.
“You knew?!” He nodded once. “Ugh! That figures, I don't know why I didn't think to ask you in the first place.” She flew her arms in the air for dramatic measure. He awkwardly smiled and shrugged.
“I would have denied everything anyways.” She sighed again and laid back down. “So... what's going on then? All I knew was it was a surprise and there was a package.”
“I have to get on Skype at 8pm.” She didn't sound to excited by the fact. Norman glanced at his phone.
“Uh, well it's 7:58 right now.” Her eyes grew wide as she stared at the time on her own phone. How did it get to this already? She really hadn't been paying attention. “Do you know when mom and dad will be back from their date?” Courtney ignored his question as she blindly raced up the stairs. She went to her desktop and started it up. The loading screen felt like it was taking forever. A moment later, Courtney realized how she was acting and stopped dead in her tracks. HOW EMBARRASING AM I? She wanted to scream but knew better. Finally her computer was awake and ready to go. She opened skype and waited.
A few moments passed with nothing. She got up and quickly grabbed the box and sat back down with it on her lap. It was 5 minutes passed 8pm. “Come on Wendy, you can't still keep me waiting.” She whispered. Her contact screen seemed almost lifeless. Only a few names were there but they were the ones that were always there. She looked down realizing she was acting selfish. Wendy said to be on at 8, not that she would be.
And then the skype call tone rang through out the room. If she had grabbed her mouse and pressed 'Answer' any faster, she might have broken something. Like her computer, or her mouse from how furiously she clicked the button. And then a screen popped up with a familiar freckled face with auburn hair. She was smiling dopily as if this was any normal day. But before she could greet the blonde, her expression faltered.
“Babe, what's wrong?” Courtney had realized what her expression was. To Wendy it looked like anger. But with the quality of her webcam, she couldn't see the tears welling up in her eyes below her furrowed brow. Courtney said nothing, she just stared at Wendy with her all of her frustration. “Babe I'm really sorry.” Wendy's voice was hushed. At those words Courtney couldn't help but smile.
“Ugh, you're such a jerk!” She spoke through laughter. As she gently wiped her eyes as to not ruin any part of her makeup, she could hear Wendy chuckling.
“I'm sorry. I know you would have ended up mad at me. And I really wanted to surprise you. My original plan was to see if I could fly over there but I didn't have the money for it and I knew I was gonna have to figure out some place to stay.” Courtney was still laughing and shaking her head.
“You really are ridiculous.” She stopped and smiled sweetly at her girlfriend. “So, whats the big surprise? Seeing as you had me wait an entire week up until this moment.” She was still gripping onto the box just out of the cameras view.
“Well, since you knew to be online, I'm assuming you have the gift I sent?”
“Yeah.”
“Where is it?”
“In my lap.”
“Aaaaw you really are excited about this.” Courtney's cheeks were tinged a light pink for only a moment.
“Shut up!” Wendy started twirling some of her hair while grinning. “Just... it's not fair!”
“What's not fair?”
“I don't have anything for you!” It was Wendy's turn to sigh.
“I sort of figured that when I made secret plans for you. But if you're so worried about not having anything for me, consider this a dual gift; we can share it.” Courtney glanced down at the box then back up. “Open it.” She was goaded. She popped the tape she found on each side to keep it all together. Once that was done she carefully took the lid and lifted it to find tissue paper inside. What she found folded within the paper made her blush the darkest red she ever had. She almost fainted from the sudden rush to her head.
“What...what the hell is this?” Wendy had the biggest shit eating grin on her face while Courtney stared at her in embarrassed horror.
“You don't actually have to wear it. I just thought it would be fun to get.” What she was referring to was a bright pink lingerie teddy with white ruffled trim. The bra part had been encrusted with rhinestones. Courtney left it sitting gently in the paper wrapping unsure of what to do with it. After a few moments, her girlfriend continued. “if it's not up to your speed, you could try whats under it.” Courtney looked up to see Wendy still grinning from ear to ear. She decided to take her advice.
She carefully folded the lingerie in half still not quite wrapping her head around the idea of wearing it. There was more paper under the mini dress, but she noticed there was a lump in part of it. Pulling back the paper, she found a part of the box that had been made into a little compartment, and inside was a jewelery box. Her breath caught in her throat. She gingerly pulled it out of the box and held it in one hand.
“Go on, open it.” She did as she was told. With one pop of a small clasp, it sprung open. Inside was a necklace. “It was the first thing I found. But I knew if I got you only this, you'd probably get really confused. And I thought the teddy was cute.” The necklace had a thin delicate silver chain. The pendant on it was also silver in the shape of a heart and star intertwined together. In the center was a diamond. She heard Wendy cleared her throat so she looked up. “The diamond is sadly fake. I wanted to get you at least a small one, but Stan doesn't pay me enough for that. The silver is sterling though and the gem is glass so it isn't terribly cheap.” She kept smiling at the dumbfounded blonde.
“Wendy.” Courtney's expression was blank. Wendy stopped smiling at stared at her. They shared a moment of silence just watching each other. The color had long since faded from the blonde's cheeks. Wendy leaned forward and gave a questioning look. “I love you.” Wendy backed up in shock.
“You do?!” A frown appeared on Courtney's face.
“You say that as if I've never said that before.” Wendy was still in shock.
“Well yeah, but I mean you don't say it so easily.” Courtney grinned at her chance to get back at the other for frustrating her so much.
“Well guess what, I'm gonna blow your mind a bunch tonight. So you better be ready!” She looked back down at the necklace lovingly. “Will you wait a couple of minutes? I'll be right back.” Before she could let Wendy reply, she was already out the bed room door with the box and necklace in hand. She practically flew down the stairs without using the railing.
“Norman?” She called out. He was in the living room watching some vague horror movie. He turned to look at her. “I need a favor of you.”
“What...is it?” his voice slightly wavered. She let out a quick breath to calm her excited nerves.
“I want you to keep your phone on you closely for the next hour. You tell me right away via text if mom and dad get home. If they come home within the hour I want you to do everything you can to keep them downstairs. Once the hour is up, you can stop.” He squinted his eyes accusingly.
“What's in it for me?”
“Anything. I will do any favor you want, any of your chores except for take out the garbage. I'll walk you to school or whatever you want.” He sat silently and she couldn't help but bounce on her feet anxiously waiting for his answer.
“What are you doing for that hour?” he finally asked.
“Spending some quality time with Courtney.” A bright shade of red burst across his face.
“S-say no more. I''ll do what I can.” He only found out recently from grandma who had accidentally stumbled onto one of these “quality time” sessions of Courtney’s, so he basically knew what to expect. If it meant his sister was getting to do something important with the person she cared about, he'd help out the best he could. He nodded as she ran back up the stairs. She dashed into the bathroom as quickly as she could dropping the box on the way. Ripping off her clothes without even unzipping anything was difficult but necessary to save time.
She slipped on the teddy and matching undies that came with it and stood staring at herself in the mirror. You could just barely see her nipples in the dress. Her legs were bare and the dress hit right above her butt. The lingerie was never meant to cover it anyways but now it really stuck out because of it. She glanced down at the jewelry box and decided that would be the finishing touch. With that last step of placing it around her neck, she was ready. When she stepped back into her room and shut the door, a voice called out.
“Took you long enough. I was wondering what you were doin-” Wendy let out a sharp gasp as the site of Courtney wearing barely anything stepped into view. Courtney couldn't control her blood anymore. Her face and ears were almost the same shade as the dress. “I sure picked the right one, didn't I?” Wendy half whispered. Courtney stood nervously. Catching herself staring, Wendy finally looked away. “Heh, I had imagined for a week what this would look like on you to prepare myself, but I'm still really speechless.”
“Wendy, look at me.” They were back to staring at each other. Courtney finally sat down. “I hope you have a free hour, because I am going to stay right here and please you to the best of my abilities.”
“Why an hour?”
“That's how long I could get my brother to cover for me. And an hour should be long enough to do what we need to do.” The red head nodded in excited agreement. She took her hat off in suspense.
First Courtney placed her hands on her chest. Wendy stared at her dreamily.
“ugh, don't look at me like that.” Courtney spoke softly only because she actually did like when Wendy looked at her like that, but didn't want to admit it.
“Can't help it.” The other mumbled. She noticed the new necklace sitting between where he hands sat. “It looks really good on you. The necklace I mean.” Courtney couldn't help but internally scream at how cute her girlfriend was being. Continuing was what she needed to do. Her hands grazed over her breasts in a sultry fashion that made the other sigh. Squeezing at them made her ever so slightly spread her legs.
Knowing the other was watching made her feel hotly embarrassed but it was piquing her arousal at the same time. With one hand still squeezing, she took her right hand and dragged it slowly down her body. In her mind, she was thinking of Wendy do it. She closed her eyes to help the process. She went with both hands down, sliding them over her thighs and back up her stomach. She would occasionally stop to squeeze herself or rub them in a different direction.
Her fingers found the small clip in the front of the bra part of the dress. Nimbly she unclasped it. It only slightly fell open, so her breasts were not entirely exposed. Just a bit of extra flesh. Taking her hands once more, she cups them and squeezed them. Now was the time to pick up the pace. Her fingertips went to work on her nipples. Very sweetly they pinched them. Just and Wendy always liked to do. When she imagined Wendy doing it, her breath caught in her throat. She suddenly heard a sharp intake of breath and opened her eyes.
Wendy stared back at her with glazed over eyes. Her plaid shirt was no where to be found. She sat in a take top but obviously nothing underneath it. Courtney noted her completely erect nipples. The red head finally noticed her staring and averted her gaze.
“Sorry. You just looked so good doing all of that. Touching yourself. When did you get so good?” Courtney let out a giggle.
“Don't apologize. I was imagining you doing it.” Green eyes shot back to the screen to see neatly manicured fingers pull the top down further to reveal supple breasts with rosy colored nipples. They were just as hard as hers were.
“You were imaging me?” She spoke with a half grin and quirked eye brow. Courtney put on a small playful pout.
“Of course stupid. Who else would I imagine doing it?”
“Well I figured you would enjoy it if it was just even you doing it.” She laughed.
“Where's the fun in that?” Courtney half mumbled. “I'm going to continue. If you stupidly interrupt me, I'm going to stop.” They both knew she didn't mean it. As much as Courtney was known for fighting back and being stubborn, she also wanted this more than anything. She felt like she had been waiting for years.
Her hands now went to rubbing her bare nipples and grabbing herself again. She could hear the others breathing getting ragged like hers. But not as much so. Wendy was enjoying watching. Courtney was going for it. Her underwear was starting to feel tight and it felt good. She reached one hand down to tug on the side of it while her other was stilling working at her nipples.
“Courtney.” Wendy sounded breathless. “You can take it off if you want too.” And with that, she slid the underwear off and had pulled the lingerie away further. She hesitated lowering her hands further, but she really wanted too. She brought one leg up and rested her foot on the edge of her desk. Her finger tips touched her lips and felt that she was already wet. She let out a small gasp at touching herself. She was already terribly sensitive.
“Wendy. Do it with me.” She spoke in a hushed tone. “I don't want to do it alone.” Her girlfriend was happy to oblige. Her shirt and underwear were easily thrown off.
“Ahhn Courtney.” She was already touching herself.
“Don't beat me there.” Wendy grinned as she had been all night.
“I'll try not too.” Their fingers began to work on themselves once more. Courtney gently rubbed her index finger on her clit and watched Wendy do the same. But she began to lose concentration while staring and had to close her eyes. She brought her left hand down to play with the lips of her vagina and felt her wetness there. She stuck one finger in at first. The sensation made her moan.
“W-wendy.” She gasped.
“Yeah, babe. I'm here.” They were both panting and starting to build up a sweat. Courtney was desperately pretending and wishing it were Wendy fingering her and Wendy watched as she did so. Courtney's clit was starting to get overly sensitive which meant she was close. She kept her fingers in herself to the best of her ability while still spreading her legs and rubbing herself with her other hand. Wendy's posture was more relaxed but her face was pink and her breath was coming out in bursts. Courtney couldn't see much past below her stomach but she could easily picture was what happening. The last thought of that while she closed her eyes still thinking of Wendy being the one to make her climax, brought her there.
“Ahhhhh oohhohoooh” She shuddered out as she came. She heard Wendy let out a breathy moan and soft grunt. Courtney had her head leaned forward with a big smile across her face.
“Thank you.” Wendy found she was still looking down. She smiled at the girl who she found to be the most beautiful thing in the world.
“I'm sorry we couldn't do this in person.” Courtney eyed her approvingly but stuck her tongue out.
“Hah, this was good enough. For now. We have spring vacation to look forward too.”
“Then you can stay in my room and we can do this all day and all night.” Courtney crossed her arms at that.
“I'm not some toy you can turn on with the flip of a switch.” She caught a green eyed wink.
