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Gamerboi123 sits at his desk, playing a round of Fortnite with his back hunched over—to his side are piles of empty Dorito bags and soda cans.
“Grrrargh!?” He shouts, aggressively pounding his fists against the table as the screen flashes a ‘You Placed 55th’ text. He mutters to himself, “That guy totally cheated!”
In defeat, he sighs and reaches his hand out to grab something to eat, but that’s when—“I can’t believe it…THERE’S NO MORE DORITOS?!?”
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JoofyLooby peers at Gamerboi from outside a window. Watching him as he freaks about having no more snacks to snack on, specifically Doritos.
Talking to himself, he mumbles, “Aha! This is my chance…” then runs off to who knows where.
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Gamerboi, laying on his bed in displeasure—eyes glued to the ceiling—balances himself up on his elbows as a knock on his door echoes.
He brings himself to the door and opens it, revealing Joofy, who is holding bags of chips and sweets.
“Hey Gamerboi, I uh, heard you ran out of snacks,” Joofy holds a bag of Doritos in the air and slightly waves it around in front of the opposing boy’s face, “Can I come in?”
Gamerboi's eyes light up and—with the biggest grin plastered on his face—says, “You know what, yeah!” He moves to the side to allow Joofy to step inside.
Both boys, after closing the door, walk into Gamerboi’s room and sit down on the bed. Gamerboi immediately snatches a Dorito bag from Joofy’s possession and begins to eat.
Joofy subconsciously giggles as he watches the brown haired boy’s actions before placing the snacks down. He looks around the room before turning his attention back to Gamerboi: “So…You play Fortnite..?”
Gamerboi looks up and rolls his eyes, “Duh, who doesn’t??”
“Right…Are you at least any good at it?”
He throws the empty bag of Doritos somewhere across his room and stands up, patting a fist against his chest, proudly declaring, “Of course, I’m the best at Fortnite!”
“Oh yeah?” Joofy raises an eyebrow and smirks, “Let’s play—1v1, me versus you!”
“Oh, you’re on!”
The Gamerboi quickly moves to sit at his desk, booting his PC up and opening Fortnite. Joofy, on the other hand, shifts to lay on his stomach as he pulls a Nintendo from his inventory, clicking on Fortnite as well.
They compete against each other countless of times and ultimately agree to end in a tie. Gamerboi huffs and swivels around in his chair to meet Joofy, when his eyes suddenly view upon a box of chocolate Pocky.
He grins and stands up, “I have an idea…”
Joofy sits up and watches as he walks over and sits next to him on the bed, grabbing hold of the Pocky box.
Gamerboi says, “Let’s play the Pocky game!”
“The Pocky game..?” Joofy asks.
“Oh, you’re so precious, Joofy…Don’t tell me you don’t know what that is?” Gamerboi teases and leans in closer.
The boy in a blue and black striped shirt gulps, “I, uh, don’t, so what?”
Gamerboi rolls his eyes and playfully leans back, holding his weight on the palms of his hands: “Two people eat the opposing sides of a single Pocky stick. In order to win, you have to eat till the very middle, but you lose if you’re the first one to pull away!”
What he fails to tell Joofy, though, is that this game often results in a kiss…maybe even something more.
“Okay, fine, you’re on, Gamerboi!”
Gamerboi chuckles and tears the box open, grabbing a stick and tossing the rest to the side. He places the chocolate covered side to his mouth and winks at Joofy, urging him to take a bite.
Joofy blushes and slightly hesitates before attaching his mouth to the Pocky stick. They linger eye contact with one another, with the occasional glance to their lips.
Gamerboi takes the first bite, making his way toward the middle, before Joofy slowly takes his own. Slowly but surely, the pair inch closer and even scoot their bodies near.
JoofyLooby’s face heats up as he gazes into Gamerboi’s eyes. Their noses gently bump against each other, and as quick as that, Joofy bites one last time into the chocolate stick before backing away.
“Hah! You lost!” Gamerboi taunts, chowing down what was left of their shared Pocky treat.
“Whatever! Let’s do it again—I’ll win it this time!?”
Joofy rushes to grab another stick from the bag, embarrassed of their previous close contact—not that he’d admit it. This time, as they go for a second round, Joofy takes the chocolate side and doesn’t hold eye contact; he instead chooses to look down at the white sheets of Gamerboi’s bed.
Said boy cockily grins and guides Joofy’s face to look at his, placing his hand under his chin to tilt the boy’s head. The moment pauses, warmth spreading throughout the room and their bodies, before Gamerboi places the opposite side of the stick between his lips.
His hand moves down to Joofy’s shoulder as he again takes the first bite. They chew down, slowly, until their noses once more touch. However, Joofy furrows his brows in focus and doesn’t back away.
It’s Gamerboi whose face flushes a light pink this time. Joofy, now determined, straightens up and places a hand on Gamerboi’s thigh, taking another small bite of the chocolatey Pocky piece.
However, Gamerboi’s also determined. He closes his eyes and takes another bite. Their lips touch, and he has to tilt his head a bit.
The room feels like it starts to spin as Joofy is gently, yet firmly, pinned against the bed on his back by no other than Gamerboi.
The boy with the headphones adjusts himself over Joofy, moving his hands so they rest on top of Joofy’s torso. Joofy gasps and instinctively wraps his hands around Gamerboi’s waist.
Gamerboi kisses him, just like that, and Joofy reciprocates. Their bodies melt, and their lips move in sync. The pairs breathing share the same pace as it slowly becomes more hoarse: the need for air becoming suffocatingly desperate.
Joofy pushes him back as he pants. With half-lidded eyes, he moves his hands to Gamerboi’s hair and connects their lips together for a second time.
He grunts as Gamerboi teasingly licks his bottom lip and pushes his tongue against Joofy’s when he grants entry. Joofy’s hands toy with the boy’s brown locks and sneaks in a rough grab from now and then, resulting in groans from the one on top.
The kiss builds up, and their lungs burn and ache for an break. Gamerboi backs up with his tongue still out—a string of saliva linking them still together.
Joofy holds his body, hands practically hugging his waist. His head turns to the side, eyes still closed, intaking as much air as he can.
Gamerboi, though, hurriedly drops his head between Joofy’s neck and licks a long stripe up. His left hand moves down and slips underneath Joofy’s shirt. His skin is warm to the touch, not as much as his face is however.
They both quietly moan in unison, and Gamerboi leaves small traces of many kisses around Joofy’s neck—leaving a few on his collarbones too.
He lifts his head and peers down at Joofy. At a low volume, Gamerboi mumbles, “You’re adorable,” and grabs his chin so their faces meet. He leans down and locks lips, this time a bit more passionately.