I kind of feel bad about shipping this, but Pewdie and Cry are just too cute to resist. Enjoy!
"I'm not afraid of you, ya know. Even if you are my elder."
Cry rolled his eyes. Little brat. If he hadn't been so set on not getting attacked by Whiterun guards, he would have totally killed her. He'd been laying on his stomach, playing Skyrim for the past two hours. He wasn't making any story progress, but bounty hunting was just so much fun, he couldn't resist. Plus, it was getting him some pretty decent gold. He was saving up for another horse. Just imagine - two horses! Maybe he could even make them have babies, and he could start his own horse empire.
He sipped from the juice box sitting on the floor in front of him, right next to his signature mask. He was just about to catch a butterfly in the game, when he heard a noise behind him. He turned around briefly to see the source. Felix.
"Hey, Pewds." He turned his attention back to the game, choosing not to say anything when his friend plopped onto the floor next to him and got his mouth germs all over his juicebox.
"Dude, move. It's my turn, you've been on that forever," Felix said, once he'd sucked down the rest of Cry's apple juice.
"No way man, I'm in the middle of something!" He shoved the other male away. "And you owe me a new juicebox."
"Catching butterflies?" his friend snorted. He conveniently ignored the request for a new box of juice.
"Yes. Go find something else to do."
"Fine," Felix said, and he was quiet for a while.
Finally, peace. Maybe I can finally get to The Throat of the World today. Cry was in the middle of his trek up the mountain when he felt two hands roughly grab his backside. He yelped loudly and jumped, startled, dropping his controller in the process. He stared over his shoulder, wide-eyed, at Felix, who was tugging down his pants, a sly grin on his face.
"What? You told me to find something else to do."
"I didn't mean..." Cry began to protest, but before he could finish, his friend was on top of him, kissing his neck, and the words died in his throat. That feels nice. He felt Felix's tongue flicker over his ear.
"Pick up the controller," he whispered, and Cry complied immediately. "Now play, Redguard."
Cry whimpered softly, shakily trying to continue his game while his friend lavished him in kisses. He was just beginning to think he was doing pretty well, when Felix yanked his pants and boxers down sharply, leaving his bum exposed to the cold air. Oh! His friend wasn't done with him yet, though. Cry watched, eyes wide with anticipation, as Felix stuck two fingers into his mouth, swirling them around a bit. He pulled them out, and... He's not going to do what I think, is he? Oh God, he is...
Cry groaned loudly as his friend's fingers entered him from behind. Ah, fuck, that feels good... fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK! He dropped the controller and moved his hands to his hardened member, pumping in sync with the thrusts of Felix's fingers. This time, his friend didn't protest.
He didn't last long after that. He could have sworn that he saw stars as he met his release. He rolled over onto his back, looking up at the man hovering over him as he tried to catch his breath.
Felix glanced at the TV screen.
"You got killed by wolves."
"I thought you were in the middle of something."
"Nah. Besides, it's your turn now."
I don't even know what to say. I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS.