I just looked closer, and the bees have built their hive around my birdhouse. I'm happy that they are using it and have made it their home. I sit out there, and they don't bother me or Petey so they are very welcome to be my roommates!! I think that's very cool!! I love bees 🐝 💛🖤💛
Congratulations on your writing anniversary, Amelia ❤❤❤ Here's the prompt: 'You played a prank on me and now I'm going to play one on you except oops this accidentally got hot' sex for hanzier, pleaseee!!!
Hey! Thank you my dear!!! Here’s the Hnazier as requested (let’s ignore that its 2 months late)
Read here on AO3
Rated M
Word Count: 2091
Richie crouched behind the closet door, clamping his hand over his mouth to stop the rising giggle from escaping his mouth. This was his best prank yet, he decided. He couldn’t wait for Mike to walk in and fall on his bed, like he always did after practice. Only this time Richie had carefully placed a layer of whipped cream and syrup under Mike’s blanket (after covering the mattress with plastic, he was funny, not cruel). He knew as soon as Mike laid down he’d be covered in the sticky mess and couldn’t wait to see his reaction.
The pair had been in a prank war all year, ever since they decided to be roommates. And it was escalating. It had been harmless stuff at first- saran wrap over the toilet, replacing oreo creme with toothpaste- but those soon got left behind as the pranks got more elaborate. Mike’s last prank had been setting all of Richie’s alarms and clocks ahead so that he woke up at 3am thinking he was late for a midterm. Richie had to admit that he was impressed by that one- once he had figured out why the building was locked and it was dark outside.
But this one was better. He bit down on his lip to stop sniggering as Mike entered the room, still sweaty from football practice. Then Richie started to have a different problem, especially as Mike pulled off his shirt, easily throwing it in the hamper. He forced himself not to stare as a the bead of sweat rolled down Mike’s neck and to his chest. When Richie was there Mike was rarely shirtless, which was probably a good thing for him. Richie had to bite back a very different noise as he stared at Mike’s broad back.
Richie had noticed that Mike was hot right away, there was no point in denying it and he didn’t try. Everyone talked about the sexy quarterback, Richie was just lucky enough to know that he was as warm and funny as he was attractive.
But the other feelings Richie had, the fact that he wanted to be railed by Mike AND hold his hand after, those Richie would deny until his dying day. He valued Mike’s friendship too much to fuck it up with sex, no matter how good his ass looked in those tight pants.
Shaking his head he focused again on Mike, watching as he lowered himself onto the bed. For a split second Richie thought that nothing was going to happen, that his prank had failed. But then Mike cried out as he sunk down, whipped cream and syrup oozing through his thin covers, fat dollops falling to the floor.
“Richie! What the fuck!” Mike cried, standing up and throwing the sheet onto the floor, revealing the mess.
Richie was cackling now, not trying to hold it back. Mike heard and walked to the closet, throwing open the door.
“Really man?” He said, gesturing to his back. It was covered in whipped cream and syrup. Richie was delighted.
“Hey you woke me up at in the middle of a REM cycle,” Richie said, throwing his hands up. But Mike wasn’t listening. Instead he was picking Richie up and throwing him down on the bed, getting him covered in the sticky sweet substance.
“I kinda like it here,” Richie said with a smirk. “It’s like dessert in bed.” He said, picking up a handful and licking it off his fingers. “Delicious.”
Mike grimaced, “That’s disgusting.” But Richie didn’t miss how his eyes grew darker. Richie did it once more, making sure he hadn’t misread the expression. He swirled the finger in his mouth and Mike’s eyes stayed on him.
Refusing to think about his actions Richie darted a hand out, grabbing Mike’s wrist and pulling him on top of Richie and the mess.
“Fuck really?” Mike asked, looking down. His arms were covered now. “This is so gross. It’s on the floor. We’re gonna get ants.” His other arm was braced over Richie’s hip, holding himself up. Richie didn’t miss how the fingers curled on him, holding him protectively.
“We’ll name each on ant-ony and start a colony.” Richie replied with a shrug.
Mike rolled his eyes but Richie saw a smile creep on his lips. “If you’re so pleased with this-” Mike started then grabbed a handful of the substance, smearing it on Richie’s face. As he did he leaned over Richie, bringing himself closer.
Richie was surprised for only a second, then he retaliated, grabbing his own handful and aiming for Mike’s face too. Except he darted and Richie only hit his chest. Richie’s hand slid down it, too slow to be casual. He couldn’t see because his glasses were covered but he did hear the reaction. A small moan escaped Mike’s lips and Richie’s dick jumped to attention.
Both stopped, hesitating for a minute. Richie could hear the gears in Mike’s mind turning, trying to come up with an explanation or excuse. But Richie didn’t want that, he wanted Mike.
Fuck it, He thought, reaching up with his whipped cream covered hand and tugging Mike down. He kissed him hard, almost missing Mike’s mouth, then released him, letting Mike pull back if he wanted. But Mike didn’t move, instead he stayed with his lips pressed against Richie’s, his tongue prodding his lips. Richie parted them and their tongues danced, Richie’s tasting vaguely of the sweet mix and Mike’s slightly dry from practice.
Richie ran his hands down Mike’s back, covering him in more whipped cream but also feeling his muscles. He couldn’t stop touching Mike, not when he’d wanted to for so long, His hands were all over, feeling the bumps of mike’s spine, the tightness of his abs, the strength in his arms. He groaned into Mike’s mouth, unable to believe how real he felt, how good it felt to touch him.
Mike’s hands stayed firmly planted on the bed, keeping himself above Richie, not touching any other part of him until Richie found his neck again and tugged Mike down, forcing their chests and hips to collide. Both moaned and Richie arched his hips, seeking more friction, more contact. Mike ground down into him, their erections touching and Richie thought he might explode. It was too much and not enough.
Then Mike broke the kiss by pulling back. “We should talk about this.” He said, broad chest heaving slightly against Richie’s narrow one.
“I want you to fuck me.” Richie said, pulling off his glasses. He couldn’t make out all the details of Mike’s face but could see his shocked expression. “How’s that for talking?” He tried to kiss Mike’s neck but he moved back more.
“We’re roommates.”
“Good, no one will walk in on us.” Richie punctuated this with a roll of his hips. He felt Mike shudder at this.
“Richie,” Mike’s voice was warm but also firm. “We should talk. And shower.”
“Okay let’s go take a shower.” Richie agreed, know that no one else would be in there now. He arched up and started to kiss Mike’s neck. This time Mike didn’t move and Richie got to enjoy the salty taste of sweat mingled with the sweet whipped cream.
“Richie.” Despite Mike’s tone he hadn’t gotten up but he wasn’t making an effort to touch Richie. Richie should have known Mike would want to talk about it. He could barely sign up for classes without making a flowchart.
So Richie talked. “I’ve been checking you out all semester. I’ve ruined so many socks thinking about you inside me. I want this.”
“Even when you’re confessing your feelings you’re disgusting.” Mike said, smiling.
“I’m hoping you like that.” It was as close as he’d let himself get to being open and honest. Right now at least.
He watched Mike swallow. Then nod. “I do. I’ve-ruined socks too.”
Richie grinned, “Fucking hot. I can’t believe I missed that.” He kissed Mike again. “Now, that shower?”
“Let’s go.” Mike got off Richie then offered him a hand, pulling Richie up and into his arms. They kissed again, both smiling against the other’s lips and Mike grabbed two towels and soap before they walked the short trip to the showers, not bothering to try and keep their hands off each other. Richie was reaching for Mike’s shorts in the hall, wanting to touch the v of his hips. Mike had to grab his hand and suck on his fingers to get him to stop, which made Richie groan embarrassingly loudly. He didn’t care though. He wanted everyone to know he was with Mike.
Finally they were in the showers which were mercifully empty. Richie immediately went for Mike’s shorts, palming him.
“You’re impossible.” Mike said, his eyes falling shut as Richie touched him.
“Part of my charm.” He replied, pulling Mike into another kiss. “Let’s get clean.”
Mike nodded, letting Richie lead him to a stall and strip off his clothes. Richie’s eyes lingered, his hands sweeping over the arches and lines of Mike’s body as he finally let himself look and touch the other man as much as he desired. Mike was doing the same, hands roaming Richie’s chest and arms.
“Fuck, this is really happening.” Mike said, eyes raking over Richie’s hips then, lower.
“I hope so.” Richie said, pulling Mike under the water stream. He took the soap from Mike, lathering it up before running his hands over Mike’s chest and hips. He purposefully ignored Mike’s erection, his hands barely grazing it even as Mike moaned and angled his hips. Finally Mike took charge, pushing Richie against the wall and kissing him deeply, grinding their hips together.
“Were you serious?” Mike asked, running his nose over Richie’s neck and kissing him. “You want me to fuck you?”
Richie nodded, not trusting his voice. Mike growled, turning Richie so he was facing the wall. Mike’s hands ran over his back before grabbing his ass with both hands. Richie gasped as he felt Mike grind against him, his erection slipping between Richie’s cheeks.
“Good, because I’ve wanted that for so long.” Mike whispered in Richie’s ear, kissing along the column of his neck. Richie heard a pop then, soon after, felt a finger prod his hole. Mike must have grabbed lube too, without him noticing. He would never make fun of Mike’s planning again. He hissed as Mike’s finger slipped in, tensing for a second then relaxing as Mike opened him up. Mike continued to kiss Richie, telling him how good he looked, how much he liked the noises, until he had three fingers in and Richie was begging Mike to fuck him.
“Turn around. Want to see you.” Mike said, slipping his fingers out. Richie heard a condom ripping and Mike groaning as he rolled it on. Richie felt empty but only briefly. Once he turned Mike coaxed his legs over his hips then, sandwiching Richie between himself and the wall, slipped in, making both exclaim. Richie couldn’t decide what he liked more- having Mike hold him up or having Mike inside of him.
“Mike, god, I’m so full. Fuck, you fill me up so well.” Richie said, his head falling against the wall as both started to move. His hands gripped Mike’s face, pulling him in for another deep kiss. Richie let Mike set the pace, Richie couldn’t do much besides hang onto Mike. He knew he was too keyed up to last long- the way the water fell off Mike’s muscles, the steam from the shower, the way his erection kept rubbing against Mike’s stomach- it was all building. Mike’s hands were on his ass, spreading him as he slammed into him, grunts matching his thrusts.
It wasn’t long until Richie was touching himself, cumming messily over his stomach barely a minute later. Mike gave one more long thrust as he came, burying his head in Richie’s shoulder for a minute before putting Richie down.
“At least clean up is easy.” Richie said, kissing him again. Mike chuckled, kissing Richie lightly on the lips before running his hands over Richie’s arms.
“Does this mean the prank war is over?” Mike asked, pulling off the condom and tying it off.
Richie shook his head. “Never, now that I know it makes you all hot and bothered, I’m upping my game.”
Heyheyeheyeh people, if you're going to Anime World Chicago and we've talked before and you'd like to room with me and three of my other friends, let me know!
I mean yeah the room will be a little crowded but we're trying to save money and if you'd like to do the same, just message me!
You'll have to deal with Homestucks but if you're a Homestuck that's not a problem so just yeaaah MESSAGE ME IF INTERESTED OKAY :*
