Bad Boy

Robbie huddled in a pile of spare parts that had been shoved into an extra room. He would have gotten a disguise too. But it was only one minute, and there hadn’t been enough time. So here he was, buried uncomfortably in mechanical parts in a dark room and flinching at every sound.

He shivered. He hated this absolute darkness. Why the hell had he decided to live underground again?

Oh, right. The noise.

He froze and held his breath as the sound of footsteps got closer. This was… entirely too scary. Sportacus had never done anything like this before, and this new “game” seemed much more sinister than the elf had implied. Robbie shivered and curled up tighter.

Clatter.

He froze again, eyes wide. Oh, shit.

The footsteps paused.

“Robbiiieeee, where are you?”

Robbie swallowed hard, trying to breathe as quietly as possible. The sounds got closer to the door, then stopped.

“Hmmmm,” he heard Sportacus say to himself. “I guess he’s not in here.” And the footsteps resumed their trek down the hallway outside. He sighed in relief, relaxing.

“Oop! There you are!”

Robbie screamed in fright and jumped, scattering the machinery around him and whirling around to face a grinning Sportacus, who had been crouched behind him playfully.

“Found you!” he said cheerfully.

“How did you do that?!” Robbie yelped, his voice still high from fear. Sportacus only grinned wider.

“No running, remember.” he reminded Robbie and loomed closer. Robbie regarded him with wide eyes.

“Fuck that!” he yelped, and bolted for the door.

A bracer-clad arm slammed it shut just as he was opening it. Robbie froze and fearfully turned his head.

He was greeted by an irritated looking Sportacus.

“You forfeited,” he said flatly. Robbie tried to keep from gibbering in panic. Sportacus suddenly smiled.

“That means I win!” he said brightly, and abruptly Robbie was pinned on the ground. “Now, let’s see, what do I want as a prize…” Robbie thrashed underneath him, growing increasingly mortified as his body was betraying him and he was getting increasingly hard.

“Oh, yes,” Sportacus murmured, leaning over and licking the side of Robbie’s face. “I remember what I wanted now.” Robbie shivered. Sportacus paused.

“Hmm. But, it’s not enough to just win and take my prize,” he said, thinking out loud. “I should probably teach you to like games. Yes. I think you’d be a lot happier that way.”

Robbie stuttered ineffectually, torn between fear and increasing arousal. Sportacus ignored him, smiling vaguely.

“So even if you still don’t like sports that much,” he continued, idly unbuttoning the man’s vest while he spoke. He leaned in close and whispered in Robbie’s ear.

“You can still enjoy our games Robbie.”

Robbie felt the words go straight to his groin.

Sportacus chuckled and nuzzled the side of his neck affectionately. The next thing Robbie knew, he was being carried out of the room over one strong shoulder. He was stunned into silence for a moment before it wore off, and he very nearly shrieked in protest at the handling. Sportacus ignored his violent protests wholly, even when Robbie started beating weakly on his back. All too soon, Sportacus deposited him on the bed.

Sportacus paused for a moment, seeing the way Robbie was cradling one hand close.

“Did you hurt yourself?” he inquired. Robbie glared at him, and he ignored it. He moved closer, quickly taking the injured hand and bringing it to his lips.

“There,” he murmured after a moment, looking back up at Robbie with mischievous bright blue eyes. “Better?”

Robbie only huffed in response, though the glare had softened into something nonexistent. Sportacus smiled at him and leaned over the bed, placing both hands on the mattress on either side of him. He drunk in the blush forming on Robbie‘s face, even if he was trying to play hard to get. He captured the man’s lips with his own, while he slid Robbie’s vest off of him, tossing it casually away without so much as opening his eyes. Robbie was relaxing and slowly kissing him back, and Sportacus thought he was in heaven when Robbie’s hands started to brush against his stomach and chest, but just at that moment Robbie recalled that he was still acting mad toward the elf, and snatched his hands back. Sportacus reluctantly stopped the kiss, pulling back a little and sighing regretfully.

He loved it when Robbie was affectionate, but apparently this was going to be one of those times where Robbie was going to be stubborn about it. No matter. It just meant he’d have to take over. He never lied, after all.

He really was going to make Robbie enjoy games.

He wasted no time in peeling off Robbie’s shirt, despite the man’s half-hearted attempts at keeping it on. Flinging the shirt in the same general direction of the vest, Sportacus pushed Robbie back against the bed and descended on him.

He straddled the man’s hips (he smirked a little to himself, feeling that Robbie was already aroused despite trying desperately to act differently) and bent over him, running his tongue up Robbie’s neck in one stroke. He felt like purring when he felt the resulting shiver go through the man under him.

“Tease,” Robbie hissed quietly. Sportacus only smiled at him and kissed a trail across his chest, making him shudder again and close his eyes.

“I think you’ll like games a lot after this Robbie,” he said lowly, his hands unbuckling the belt while his mouth continued to work on whatever flesh was exposed. He noticed absently that Robbie’s heart rate and breathing had increased already.

‘Better take it slow then,’ he thought. After all, he wanted the man begging for more, not completely exhausted.

The belt slid off, and got tossed to the side. While his mouth worshipped the expanse of Robbie’s exposed flesh, his hands gently grabbed the hem of the man’s pants and boxers, and slowly dragged them off. Robbie squirmed suddenly, trying feebly to resist, but soon enough he was laying completely naked and half aroused underneath a horny sports elf.

He would never admit it out loud, but it wasn’t that bad.

Especially when the elf’s hot mouth took him in, lapping and sucking gently. He arched up, his hips instinctually trying to thrust up further into the hot wetness, but Sportacus had his hips pinned to the mattress, and he couldn’t move. After awhile, Sportacus had still not moved any further than just the lightest of pleasuring, and it was finally driving him crazy. He whimpered, and pushed against the elf’s hands again. He shivered when Sportacus removed his mouth.

“What’s wrong?” he asked simply, and Robbie cringed. He knew that tone. It was the playful tone that said Sportacus knew what was wrong and was simply waiting for Robbie to admit it. He squirmed.

“More…” he muttered finally. Sportacus grinned cheekily and trailed one finger up, from base to tip. Robbie cried out quietly.

“I thought you didn’t want to play? You hated games?” Sportacus teased. Robbie shuddered.

“Sportacus,” he whimpered. Sportacus’ look instantly changed, and he leaned forward, eyes narrowing and with a small smile on his face.

“Say it,” he led. “Say you want to play games with me Robbie. Then we can play all night. I’ll give you a treat better than any cake, and you know it. You just have to say it.”

Robbie moaned, and Sportacus drunk in the sound. He could already tell Robbie needed more persuasion. He gave him one long, deep stroke, and then let go. Robbie absolutely mewled in protest, arching his back up off the mattress.

“Tease,” he accused weakly, his eyes already glazed over with want. Sportacus merely smiled.

“Say it Robbie,” he prompted. Robbie licked his lips, and Sportacus started stroking his inner thighs.

That broke it.

“I-I want…” he rasped out. Sportacus listened intently, still petting the man. “W-want…” His voice lowered, almost below a whisper. “To… p-play g… g-games… with you…”

Sportacus felt a wave of heat rush over him. That admission, plus the amount of blushing on Robbie’s face, were too much. He lowered his mouth entirely onto him.

Robbie gasped, then immediately arched, automatically thrusting with his hips.

“Sportacus,” he whimpered pleadingly. Sportacus picked up the pace, and when Robbie’s body stiffened, pulled back and let the stream of seed splash against the man’s stomach.

He watched Robbie pant and catch his breath for a moment, relishing the sight. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of seeing him like this. He then swiped his fingers through the cooling seed on Robbie’s stomach, and reached underneath him, pushing a single digit into him slowly.

Robbie cried out slightly, and he squirmed until Sportacus found the correct spot. After that point, all protests stopped.

AN: AFF has to have one of the crappiest ways to upload files that I've ever had to deal with. So, forgive fucked up formatting.
So. There we go. My first male/male sex scene. This is coming from a heterosexual virgin female. Ahaha. Brilliant.
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