Peanut Butter Banana Sandwiches

“You promised.”

“Robbie, I don’t know if you’ll like it,”

“Promised, sports elf!”

Sportacus cringed, and fingered the sheets on Robbie’s bed. He wanted him to show him more elf magic, and he had promised he would, but…

He hadn’t meant for Robbie to remember the promise.

“I… okay…” he finally relented, and Robbie leaned against the headboard, arms crossed over his bare chest and looking smug. Sportacus tried to not let his eyes linger on the exposed flesh, because he knew Robbie felt uneasy at being looked at when he didn’t have all his clothes on. So he looked at the bed under him.

It had all been going so well, too. Making out was something they both enjoyed, a lot, and it had been right in the middle of getting undressed that Robbie pounced with the request.

He sighed. Robbie was as stubborn as he was curious. He probably wouldn’t rest until he had every facet of Sportacus figured out. It was cute, when it wasn’t frustrating.

“I…” he started, glancing up hesitantly at Robbie. “I’m not… I don’t know if I’m good at this. I’ve never practiced it.”

Robbie sighed.

“It’s fine. It’s not a sports trick, is it?” and here he looked highly skeptical, considering if it just might be a sports trick. You could never tell, with him.

Sportacus smiled wanly.

“No, not a sports trick. If it was I’d be more confidant.”

Robbie’s smug look faded slightly. This was new. The flipping blue elf was unsure of himself? Hmm…

He moved forward suddenly, and quickly kissed Sportacus before moving back and glancing away.

In doing so, he missed the sudden smile on the elf’s face. Sportacus took a deep breath. This was going to be hard. He’d never done this before, with anyone, so he didn’t know if he was going to do it right… he closed his eyes.

Robbie suddenly shivered. Did the feeling in the room just change? He was watching Sportacus carefully now, but the elf didn’t move. He jumped a little as a phantom touch went across his shoulder, and he turned his head frantically, trying to identify the source.

Sportacus frowned and opened one eye slightly.

“I can’t do this if you fight it so much Robbie. You want me to stop?”

Robbie stared at him with wide eyes.

“You… that was you?”

“Yeah,” Sportacus replied, his forehead wrinkled in concentration. “It’s a little hard to do though. If you want, I can stop.”

Robbie was silent for a moment before he shook his head and tried to relax again. When he felt the invisible touch, he shivered but didn’t move. There was pressure on his chest, so he laid down carefully on his back onto the mattress. The phantom touch rewarded him with a light feather-like stroke, from neck to groin. Robbie bit back a groan and barely kept from arching up into the touch. He was feeling increasingly relaxed. Was that part of the magic, or just because he knew it was Sportacus now?

When the next touch had the feeling of a pair of lips on his stomach, he stopped thinking about it.

Sportacus slowly eased open his eyes, just enough to watch Robbie’s reactions. He motioned slightly with his fingers, and his invisible double ran his hands down Robbie’s torso. Sportacus smiled slightly, pleased at the low moan from Robbie.

“F-for not having d-done this before,” Robbie breathed. “You’re pretty damn good at it…”

Sportacus beamed, pleased at the compliment.

“Maybe you’ll like this then,” he said quietly, and motioned very slightly with one finger.

Robbie nearly bit his own tongue when a hand slid underneath his boxers and grabbed him gently. The lips were still pressing warm patterns into his skin in various places; his stomach, chest, neck, hands. It was like being slowly worshipped all over. The hand around him started stroking, slowly, and he moaned again quietly. The other hand was going up one leg of the boxers, underneath him, and he squirmed slightly and opened his eyes.

He bit back another sound as a digit smoothly entered him.

It was rapidly getting to the point where he would lose control and just succumb entirely to the pleasure, and Sportacus was watching that progress, fascinated. He was feeling vicariously through the double, so he didn’t feel the need to cover Robbie physically… this was, in fact, almost… kinky. He shivered a little. Watching Robbie in such an escalating state of arousal, bucking and writhing against something invisible, and so clearly in a state of transported pleasure… it was almost too much.

Robbie was panting hard, his eyes closed. This, Sportacus thought, would be the perfect time. He closed his own eyes again, and concentrated.

Robbie didn’t even twitch in surprise when he felt himself rolled onto his stomach, and something hard and thick enter him. He couldn’t even talk after that point, and only whimpered with pleasure, feeling it slide in and out, as well as a strong hand between him and the mattress, slowly stroking him to completion. It was a kind of sensual heaven, and he didn’t dare open his eyes.

Sportacus shuddered as the sounds Robbie made escalated until he finally groaned his release and Sportacus felt him collapse bonelessly onto the mattress. He opened his eyes then, and almost forgot himself at the sight of Robbie, stretched out on his stomach and damp with sweat. The smell of sex was almost overpowering, and Sportacus found himself licking his lips unconsciously.

“My favorite elf trick ever…” Robbie summarized weakly, though rapidly catching his breath. Sportacus only continued staring.

“I think I might do that more often, if this is the reaction,” Sportacus replied. Robbie laughed shortly, shaking off the sleepiness at the sight of the lustful look on his elf’s face. He tried to get up and move over to him, but his limbs were not cooperating, and he collapsed again. Sportacus was smiling vaguely at him, head tilted. Robbie called it his “creepy elf smirk”. But then sometimes Robbie would slip, and call it a sexy elf smirk instead. So Sportacus wasn’t too insulted. He crawled over to Robbie and laid on top of him.

“Mine,” he said simply. Robbie started laughing.

“You sound like… like that yellow brat!” he laughed. Sportacus smiled slightly.

“Maybe,” he conceded, and nuzzled the back of Robbie’s neck. “But I don’t think Stingy would ever give himself to anyone. So we’re not too much alike. I just like you too much. You’re lucky you’re not unhealthy, or I would call you addictive and be very very conflicted about this whole thing.”

Robbie rolled over underneath him, facing Sportacus.

“Yeah?” he replied, kissing the elf. “Well, you’re more addictive than anything I’ve ever had. What does that say?”

“That I’m good at what I do?”

“Damn right.”

They kissed again, and it soon escalated into groping. Robbie broke away for air.

“Damn,” he panted. Sportacus looked up slightly, questioning. “I love you, you sexy damn elf.”

Sportacus grinned at him.

“And I love you back, you sugar addict.”

“Hey, I am not-”

The rest of the sentence got cut off by a sports candy flavored tongue finding its way into his mouth.


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