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Title: Trying Something New
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: The Tick (2001 Live-Action)
Characters/Pairings: The Tick/Arthur
Word Count: 3,476
Disclaimer: I am not claiming, do not own, have no rights to, am not profiting, should probably stop, but likely won't.
Warnings: Sort of... wow, okay, so the forecast is for Male on male smooching, Ditto scrumping, Inter-species sex, Blatant upholding of Internet Rule #34, and Furniture abuse. Requires belief-suspenders.
Original Prompt: Chasingriversong's 30 Day OTP Porn Challenge - Prompt #2: ‘Awkward Sex / Things That Don’t Go As Planned’
Summary: The Tick and Arthur agree to try something new in their budding sex life, but things - as the prompt implies - go awry.
Author's Notes: So, some of you will be rolling your eyes and snorting in a few more words, here, but I really did plan to do short little ficlets to these prompts. Yeah, you laugh, I'll wait. *nods patiently* I know, really, it's ridonkulous. Anyhoo, yes, finally, I've righted the egregious wrong on the internets and created Tick-porn, so as to uphold the mighty Rule #34.
“So… the next step is to do almost the same thing we’ve been doing, only with mouths instead of hands,” the Tick said slowly with a frown of concentration, paraphrasing his and Arthur’s twenty-five minute conversation more or less accurately. “And, if it works, we might do it to each other, together, possibly at the same time.”
“Yes, basically,” Arthur agreed with relief. Sometimes making certain concepts clear to the Tick was a tough job. Sometimes it was impossible. Technically speaking, Arthur was feeling good about the process thus far, because he didn’t yet feel like banging his head on a wall and Tick wasn’t looking scrunch-faced with his antennae drooping down and to the sides in distress.
For over a minute, the Tick wore a deeply thoughtful expression, antennae slowly curling and uncurling forward, the fingers of his left hand tapping on his abdomen; the Tick’s right arm was loosely around Arthur, the fingers of that hand tapping on the outer curve of Arthur’s own right arm. Both of them sat in the Tick’s bed—Arthur in comfy sleepwear and the Tick without his suit—leaning back against the headboard on a pile of colorful pillows that the Tick had collected over time from places they’d been. Finally, the Tick gave a little ‘worried Arthur will take this wrong’ sigh and spoke. “Arthur, I think it’s important to point out that the ‘inter’ in intercourse means bits of one of us are supposed to go… heh… ahem… uh… inside the other one of us as some point.”
The idea really made the Tick squirm and go a little breathless and pink; it had originally taken Arthur hours over the course of about three different days to finally get the Tick to explain that this was embarrassed arousal, not embarrassed aversion.
“Yes, and that is part of what we’re going to do, but… look, Tick, we have to continue to take this slowly, just like we have been. Believe me, I want to do all the things you want to do, too.” Clearing his throat, a little pink around the edges, himself, Arthur patted the Tick’s muscular, bluish thigh reassuringly. “But, you’re aware that some things you want to do kind of depend on your being incredibly, enormously, very, very careful.”
“Arthur, except for that first time, I’ve been doing really good about using kitten-petting strength.” The Tick slowly tightened his arm around Arthur, easing him closer to his side and partially turning Arthur toward him, lowering his voice to a confidential tone that actually was fairly quiet—he’d been practicing. “Are you sure you read all the manuals on this? If there’s a few parts you’re not clear on—”
“Tick!” Arthur interrupted, rolling his eyes with a chuckle. “It’s not that I don’t know what to do!” He didn’t mind at all being snuggled against the Tick’s very warm body, and took advantage of the closeness to let his forehead drop onto the Tick’s shoulder in frustration. “I just think that there’s a big difference between some kissing and… well… mutual masturbation and…” Interrupting himself this time, Arthur lifted his head to look up into the Tick’s ‘I’m listening very intently’ expression. “Look, Tick, you might think that you want… well, to have sex with me… I mean, to have more involved sex with me… but maybe you just… you know… want sex.” A frown started pulling the Tick’s face into about-to-argue lines and Arthur patted his chest, continuing before the Tick could say anything. “You said yourself that you never felt like this before, so maybe this is—”
“Arthuurrrr…” the Tick cut him off, dragging Arthur’s name out as he shook Arthur slightly from side to side before easing him even closer. “I do want to. With you. That’s why I never felt this before; because there wasn’t a you to feel it for.”
“Aww, Tick…” murmured Arthur, smiling fondly at the sentiment, despite the odd way the Tick expressed it.
“C’mere, you.” With, as promised, very careful use of his strength—when he was actually paying attention, the Tick had become pretty good at it—the Tick sort of scooped Arthur over and up so he was lying atop the Tick, face to face. Arthur made a little sound of mild surprise, but not displeasure. The Tick was, astonishingly enough to Arthur, a cuddler. “Now, stop worrying.” He didn’t wait for Arthur to reply, just scooted further down the pile of cushions and pillows to a slightly less vertical position on the bed, while pulling Arthur upward along his body a little, then giving him a kiss.
The thing was, though the Tick had been really, really enthusiastic to learn how to kiss—once he decided he wanted to kiss Arthur and Arthur realized he was okay with that—the big blue lug hadn’t been very good at it, in the beginning. However, though Arthur had only a little trouble explaining some of the basics, the Tick had taken it upon himself to go to ‘an authority’ for advice. His kissing improved noticeably, and Arthur had been hideously embarrassed to later discover that it had been Batmanuel who’d advised the Tick on techniques; worse, though maybe also better in a way, Captain Liberty had somehow got involved and, though the teasing and innuendo hadn’t really stopped since, the kissing had fairly soon been really, really good. Arthur could live with that.
Now, the Tick petted, caressed and rubbed Arthur as they kissed, big hands running down his back, sides, and the curve of his bottom. Even with the ‘professional’ instructions, the Tick still had a fairly gung-ho kissing style, but Arthur kind of liked feeling a tiny bit overwhelmed; the same way he kind of liked how the Tick could just pick him up and ‘manhandle’ him—or would that be ‘Tickhandle’?—though once upon a time he would’ve insisted he couldn’t possibly enjoy such a thing, because surely that would make him feel helpless or small. Somehow, somewhere along the way, he’d come to not mind being hauled off his feet into a huge, blue hug—as long as the Tick remembered not to squeeze too hard. He also found it endearing that the Tick really, really, no really, enjoyed having Arthur draped all over him; if it would’ve been comfortable for Arthur that way, the Tick would rather have Arthur sleep on him, instead of just next to him in the bed.
So, soon the back of Arthur’s t-shirt was pushed up to his shoulder-blades by one large blue-tinged hand, while the other was stretching his pyjama pants out and down in the process of squeezing one of Arthur’s buttocks. Once the Tick had discovered how much he liked to be covered in a layer of Arthur, and how much better it felt when he was out of his suit, he then went on to accidentally discover the multiple pleasures of rubbing their bodies together while they kissed. Arthur, for his part, had felt a little silly at first, but a combination of the Tick’s enthusiasm and his own emerging proclivities led to his enjoying it as much as the Tick most of the time. Now and then the Tick got a bit too enthusiastic, but he had been steadily learning how not to leave bruises.
“Arthur, Arthur, can we?” the Tick didn’t precisely whisper in between kisses, already pressing Arthur against the growing bulge at the Tick’s crotch via his grip on Arthur’s bottom. Arthur, enjoying the kissing very much, as well as the butterfly-soft little tickles of the Tick’s antennae against his head and upper face, had already been rocking his hips into the motion without paying any conscious attention. The first time they had ‘sex’ was exactly that—rubbing together while kissing—and Arthur had since found that the actual term for it was ‘frottage’ and that the Tick enjoyed it immensely. Well, okay, so did Arthur.
“Mmf!” Arthur got one last kiss in before nodding, replying a little breathlessly, “Okay, sure, yeah.” He pushed himself partially upright on the Tick’s chest, smiling in anticipation. “Now, remember, Tick, this is going to feel even more intense than just your hand or mine. So…” trailing off as he scooted further down between the Tick’s legs, Arthur took a bracing breath, “I need you to not move suddenly, okay?”
“Okay, Arthur,” the Tick replied, voice low and breathless with anticipatory eagerness.
Arthur nodded and started by stroking and fondling the Tick’s fairly ordinary-looking cock and balls, getting immediate responses of the humming and happy-sighing sort. Though the base of the Tick’s penis was the same bluish-tinged fleshtone as most of the rest of him, the blue faded away going upward from base to tip; weirdly similar to how the skin on the Tick’s face and head had no blue at all, but the bluish color slowly faded in going down his neck.
It had been with a mixture of surprise and relief that Arthur had first seen the Tick’s genitals. Honestly, considering the Tick’s body-size, Arthur had expected something pornographically enormous, but the Tick’s penis and testicles were just a bit on the large end of the ‘normal’ spectrum; as far as Arthur could tell, anyway. Later, when he started contemplating actual sex with the Tick, he was still a little intimidated, but relieved his first expectations had been disproved.
Already firming up and rising before Arthur had even started, the Tick’s cock grew steadily more erect at Arthur’s now-familiar touch. The Tick petted Arthur’s arms, shoulders, and his head, even curling his toes over Arthur’s calves and rubbing with his feet. Glancing up at the Tick’s half-lidded eyes and almost coiled antennae, Arthur was smiling when he then bent his head and lightly licked a path up the underside of the Tick’s shaft and flattened the wide part of his tongue over the head, pushing the peachy-pink foreskin back a little, revealing the darker pink glans.
“Oh, my gosh, Arthur!” the Tick almost shouted, his whole body twitching in surprise, hands suddenly clutching the metal frame at the head of the bed. His antennae stood straight up on his head and his eyes were wide, his chest moving rapidly.
“Is it alright? Do you like it?” Arthur asked hopefully, loosening his hold at the base of the Tick’s penis, in case he wanted to stop.
“Oh, Arthur!” One blue-tinged hand came down and petted Arthur’s head lovingly. “That was… it was… very, very, very, alright.”
“Good,” murmured Arthur, feeling relieved and a little pleased with himself. He lowered his head again and slowly took the tip of the Tick’s cock into his mouth, pressing and swirling his tongue around it.
The Tick moaned loudly and grabbed the frame of the bed again, something they’d practiced to keep him from accidentally squishing Arthur if he got too excited. The metal bed-frame wasn’t Tick-proof—almost nothing was—but it was somewhat Tick resistant; he had to really try to bend it, so it worked well enough. Taking this as more approval, Arthur did it again, cautiously taking more into his mouth. He wasn’t any kind of a professional at oral sex, he was just trying to do all the things he knew felt good when he’d had it done to him… well, a few years ago now… but that was the sort of thing you never really forgot. So he went as far down as he could without gagging, his hand still wrapped around the base, and then pulled upward with slowly-increasing suction.
“Ooooooohhhh!” The Tick’s long, drawn out sound of surprised approval accompanied a little hitching movement of his hips, as if his body thought about moving, but he didn’t actually follow through. When Arthur glanced up, the Tick gave him a very intense look and said in a very low, slightly shaking with excitement, voice, “I like this more than chocolate ice cream with everything on it, Arthur! Twice as much… maybe more!”
Chuckling a little smugly, Arthur squeezed and massaged the Tick’s balls as he went down on him again. The subtle thrum of the bed-frame, along with a vibrating thump through the bed told Arthur that the Tick’s hands had latched onto the frame again. A deep, breathy moan from the Tick was encouragement enough.
Arthur continued, feeling more and more confident with every moan, groan, and varying repetition of his name. When he started tasting pre-ejaculate, Arthur braced himself—it had never had a very strong smell when he’d stroked the Tick off previously, but he had no idea how it might taste—however, it was salty and musky, as expected, and yet it was also a little sweet. Not all that unpleasant, in fact. Soon Arthur got into a rhythm and the Tick started moving his hips in time with it, despite the weight of Arthur’s upper body draped over the Tick’s thighs; knowing some movement just couldn’t be helped, Arthur braced himself a bit and did his best to ride that movement while keeping up his own bobbing and sucking routine on the Tick’s fully and eagerly erect penis. It was actually working well; in fact, better than Arthur had expected.
Feeling how hard the Tick had become, Arthur couldn’t help the thought that someday, maybe, if they were brave and daring enough, he might get up the courage to try anal sex and… oh, but that thought didn’t instill the worry he’d felt in the past. Somehow, feeling the Tick’s response, as well as how much restraint the big blue guy was showing, only made the idea more appealing. Arthur had experimented a bit on himself, seeing whether or not he liked the sensation of something inserted anally, and he’d been surprised at how good it could feel; now, that memory, along with the new taste and textures of the Tick’s cock, had Arthur feeling more and more aroused than he’d already been.
Imagining riding the Tick’s current movements while one of those big hands stroked him off, Arthur was soon rutting into the mattress as he slurped and licked and sucked eagerly. The Tick’s sounds increased accordingly, only helping Arthur’s imagination. Arthur gave a couple of soft, grunt-edged moaning hums around the Tick’s penis, suddenly feeling like he might actually come while doing this, or soon afterwards with almost no help.
Something about the hum, maybe seeing Arthur’s enthusiastic movements, or just having hit the level of stimulation necessary; whatever it was, the Tick suddenly shouted, “Yes, Arthur, yes, oh, yes, Arrrthuurrrrr!”
At this point, several things happened almost simultaneously: Arthur’s mouth was flooded with salty-sweet ejaculate, a lot of it; Arthur came in a surprisingly hard rush, barely remembering to pull his mouth off of the Tick’s cock to avoid either choking or accidentally biting; the Tick bucked up just a little in coming, and it really was just a little, considering it was the Tick; there was a loud SNAPTHRUMMMM and the whole bed gave a great jarring shudder as it collapsed to the floor with a SLAM; and Arthur’s face bounced into the Tick’s barely-yielding belly just as something not yielding at all bounced against the back of Arthur’s head.
Arthur’s head was throbbing and his nose sort of ached when he wandered vaguely in the direction of consciousness. Feeling that he was cozily wrapped in something warm that supported him in a partially upright position, he had the sudden memory of being a little boy with the flu, and his mother had cuddled him on her lap, wrapped in a thick, soft blanket.
“Arthur? I’m so, so, so, so… so very, very sorry… Arthur?” The voice was immediately familiar, but it wasn’t Arthur’s mother’s voice.
“Tick?” mumbled Arthur blearily.
“Arthur!” The warmth around Arthur constricted more tightly and the Tick’s voice seemed to pierce right through his head from directly above him.
“Not so loud,” he protested weakly.
“Sorry,” whispered the Tick.
“Is he awake?” another voice entirely asked from somewhere not too far away. A voice Arthur recognized. He moaned in a mixture of pain, dismay, and embarrassment. “Ah, yes. I know that sound. Arthur, open your eyes and reassure the Tick that your brains aren’t broken… well, more than usual.”
“Ja—Captain Liberty?” Arthur squeaked, cracking open his eyes.
“It’s just us, so you can go ahead and call me Janet.” Janet—AKA Captain Liberty—was peering down at Arthur with an expression of concern, but heavily laden with amusement. “The Tick said you… uh… hit your head and wouldn’t wake up.”
“I told her we were rough-housing and the bed broke, hitting you on the head,” the Tick said, over-enunciating everything and winking blatantly.
“I guess?” Arthur blinked up at the Tick, only then realizing that he was, indeed, wrapped in a warm blanket and cuddled in the Tick’s lap. They were in the living room, apparently on the couch.
“Do you not remember, or are you just slow on the uptake?” Janet asked as she stood upright and crossed her arms over her middle. She was wearing blue sweatpants with red and white stars scattered randomly all over the fabric, a red and white striped t-shirt, and her hair was pulled up in a ponytail. She still looked incredibly amused, though in a friend-who-is-laughing-at-you-but-cares-that-you’re-hurt sort of way.
“I remember, yeah,” Arthur said, nodding slightly. “What… what happened after I… um… got hit on the head?”
“The Tick took the wounded stray approach, apparently,” Janet said with a sideways quirk to her lips and a fondly wry glance at the Tick. “He checked whether or not you were bleeding—which you weren’t—washed you, wrapped you in a blanket, and held you very, very gently for a while, hoping you’d wake up soon. When you didn’t wake up, he called me; mostly because mine is the first contact on your phone that he knew.” She lifted an eyebrow and gave Arthur a look that he knew meant ‘be grateful that Janet comes before Manuel in those contacts.’ “I checked you over once I got here. You’ve been hurt worse several times since I’ve known you, so you’re probably alright, but seeing a doctor wouldn’t be a bad idea.”
“Thanks, Janet.” His voice meek with sincerity and the throbbing headache he still felt, Arthur wormed one arm out of the blanket and the Tick’s embrace to gingerly feel his nose—a bit swollen, but not broken—and then the back of his head. “Ow,” he muttered as he found a goose-egg, but no cut. Well, maybe more like a chicken-egg, because it wasn’t all that big. Janet was right, he’d had far worse.
“I’m so sorry, Arthur,” whispered the Tick again, and he sounded utterly miserable, his antennae curved out and tightly downward, and his expression so very woeful.
“I know, Tick.” Arthur reached up and patted the Tick’s cheek, only then fully aware that, while the Tick was wearing his suit, Arthur was naked inside the blanket. He felt the heat of a blush hit his face so suddenly it was a little alarming. Whimpering, he turned his face into the Tick’s chest in utter embarrassment.
“I knew you’d realize eventually,” Janet said far too cheerily. “So, do you want a ride to the ER?”
“We probably should…” Arthur trailed off, voice muffled by a fold of blanket and the Tick’s chest. He was going to die of embarrassment, he was just sure of it.
“Alright, then. C’mon, Tick, take Arthur to his room and help him get dressed,” Janet directed, standing back to give them room, hands on her hips, looking capable and casually in charge—she was really good at that.
The Tick got up from the sofa and carried his armload—blankets, Arthur and all—into Arthur’s room. Once they were in the short hallway the led to both bedrooms and the bathroom, he whispered again, “I really am sorry, Arthur.”
“It’s okay, Tick,” Arthur assured him on a resigned sigh. At least Janet was a little more discreet than Batmanuel would’ve been. “I know it was an accident.”
“It really was,” the Tick agreed, nodding as he carefully set Arthur on his feet next to his neatly-made, rarely ever slept in lately, bed. “But, Arthur?” Switching to a stage-whisper that was only barely lower than actual speech, he pulled Arthur close again as he continued, “We definitely have to try that type of sex again… only without the breaking the bed and knocking you out parts, of course.”
Out in the living room—they hadn’t shut the bedroom door, of course—came the sound of a poorly-stifled snickering giggle.
Arthur turned to rest his aching head on the Tick’s chest again with a long-suffering sigh. “We’ll see, Tick… we’ll see. For now, just help me find some pants.”
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Rating: NC-17
Fandom: The Tick (2001 Live-Action)
Characters/Pairings: The Tick/Arthur
Word Count: 3,476
Disclaimer: I am not claiming, do not own, have no rights to, am not profiting, should probably stop, but likely won't.
Warnings: Sort of... wow, okay, so the forecast is for Male on male smooching, Ditto scrumping, Inter-species sex, Blatant upholding of Internet Rule #34, and Furniture abuse. Requires belief-suspenders.
Original Prompt: Chasingriversong's 30 Day OTP Porn Challenge - Prompt #2: ‘Awkward Sex / Things That Don’t Go As Planned’
Summary: The Tick and Arthur agree to try something new in their budding sex life, but things - as the prompt implies - go awry.
Author's Notes: So, some of you will be rolling your eyes and snorting in a few more words, here, but I really did plan to do short little ficlets to these prompts. Yeah, you laugh, I'll wait. *nods patiently* I know, really, it's ridonkulous. Anyhoo, yes, finally, I've righted the egregious wrong on the internets and created Tick-porn, so as to uphold the mighty Rule #34.
“So… the next step is to do almost the same thing we’ve been doing, only with mouths instead of hands,” the Tick said slowly with a frown of concentration, paraphrasing his and Arthur’s twenty-five minute conversation more or less accurately. “And, if it works, we might do it to each other, together, possibly at the same time.”
“Yes, basically,” Arthur agreed with relief. Sometimes making certain concepts clear to the Tick was a tough job. Sometimes it was impossible. Technically speaking, Arthur was feeling good about the process thus far, because he didn’t yet feel like banging his head on a wall and Tick wasn’t looking scrunch-faced with his antennae drooping down and to the sides in distress.
For over a minute, the Tick wore a deeply thoughtful expression, antennae slowly curling and uncurling forward, the fingers of his left hand tapping on his abdomen; the Tick’s right arm was loosely around Arthur, the fingers of that hand tapping on the outer curve of Arthur’s own right arm. Both of them sat in the Tick’s bed—Arthur in comfy sleepwear and the Tick without his suit—leaning back against the headboard on a pile of colorful pillows that the Tick had collected over time from places they’d been. Finally, the Tick gave a little ‘worried Arthur will take this wrong’ sigh and spoke. “Arthur, I think it’s important to point out that the ‘inter’ in intercourse means bits of one of us are supposed to go… heh… ahem… uh… inside the other one of us as some point.”
The idea really made the Tick squirm and go a little breathless and pink; it had originally taken Arthur hours over the course of about three different days to finally get the Tick to explain that this was embarrassed arousal, not embarrassed aversion.
“Yes, and that is part of what we’re going to do, but… look, Tick, we have to continue to take this slowly, just like we have been. Believe me, I want to do all the things you want to do, too.” Clearing his throat, a little pink around the edges, himself, Arthur patted the Tick’s muscular, bluish thigh reassuringly. “But, you’re aware that some things you want to do kind of depend on your being incredibly, enormously, very, very careful.”
“Arthur, except for that first time, I’ve been doing really good about using kitten-petting strength.” The Tick slowly tightened his arm around Arthur, easing him closer to his side and partially turning Arthur toward him, lowering his voice to a confidential tone that actually was fairly quiet—he’d been practicing. “Are you sure you read all the manuals on this? If there’s a few parts you’re not clear on—”
“Tick!” Arthur interrupted, rolling his eyes with a chuckle. “It’s not that I don’t know what to do!” He didn’t mind at all being snuggled against the Tick’s very warm body, and took advantage of the closeness to let his forehead drop onto the Tick’s shoulder in frustration. “I just think that there’s a big difference between some kissing and… well… mutual masturbation and…” Interrupting himself this time, Arthur lifted his head to look up into the Tick’s ‘I’m listening very intently’ expression. “Look, Tick, you might think that you want… well, to have sex with me… I mean, to have more involved sex with me… but maybe you just… you know… want sex.” A frown started pulling the Tick’s face into about-to-argue lines and Arthur patted his chest, continuing before the Tick could say anything. “You said yourself that you never felt like this before, so maybe this is—”
“Arthuurrrr…” the Tick cut him off, dragging Arthur’s name out as he shook Arthur slightly from side to side before easing him even closer. “I do want to. With you. That’s why I never felt this before; because there wasn’t a you to feel it for.”
“Aww, Tick…” murmured Arthur, smiling fondly at the sentiment, despite the odd way the Tick expressed it.
“C’mere, you.” With, as promised, very careful use of his strength—when he was actually paying attention, the Tick had become pretty good at it—the Tick sort of scooped Arthur over and up so he was lying atop the Tick, face to face. Arthur made a little sound of mild surprise, but not displeasure. The Tick was, astonishingly enough to Arthur, a cuddler. “Now, stop worrying.” He didn’t wait for Arthur to reply, just scooted further down the pile of cushions and pillows to a slightly less vertical position on the bed, while pulling Arthur upward along his body a little, then giving him a kiss.
The thing was, though the Tick had been really, really enthusiastic to learn how to kiss—once he decided he wanted to kiss Arthur and Arthur realized he was okay with that—the big blue lug hadn’t been very good at it, in the beginning. However, though Arthur had only a little trouble explaining some of the basics, the Tick had taken it upon himself to go to ‘an authority’ for advice. His kissing improved noticeably, and Arthur had been hideously embarrassed to later discover that it had been Batmanuel who’d advised the Tick on techniques; worse, though maybe also better in a way, Captain Liberty had somehow got involved and, though the teasing and innuendo hadn’t really stopped since, the kissing had fairly soon been really, really good. Arthur could live with that.
Now, the Tick petted, caressed and rubbed Arthur as they kissed, big hands running down his back, sides, and the curve of his bottom. Even with the ‘professional’ instructions, the Tick still had a fairly gung-ho kissing style, but Arthur kind of liked feeling a tiny bit overwhelmed; the same way he kind of liked how the Tick could just pick him up and ‘manhandle’ him—or would that be ‘Tickhandle’?—though once upon a time he would’ve insisted he couldn’t possibly enjoy such a thing, because surely that would make him feel helpless or small. Somehow, somewhere along the way, he’d come to not mind being hauled off his feet into a huge, blue hug—as long as the Tick remembered not to squeeze too hard. He also found it endearing that the Tick really, really, no really, enjoyed having Arthur draped all over him; if it would’ve been comfortable for Arthur that way, the Tick would rather have Arthur sleep on him, instead of just next to him in the bed.
So, soon the back of Arthur’s t-shirt was pushed up to his shoulder-blades by one large blue-tinged hand, while the other was stretching his pyjama pants out and down in the process of squeezing one of Arthur’s buttocks. Once the Tick had discovered how much he liked to be covered in a layer of Arthur, and how much better it felt when he was out of his suit, he then went on to accidentally discover the multiple pleasures of rubbing their bodies together while they kissed. Arthur, for his part, had felt a little silly at first, but a combination of the Tick’s enthusiasm and his own emerging proclivities led to his enjoying it as much as the Tick most of the time. Now and then the Tick got a bit too enthusiastic, but he had been steadily learning how not to leave bruises.
“Arthur, Arthur, can we?” the Tick didn’t precisely whisper in between kisses, already pressing Arthur against the growing bulge at the Tick’s crotch via his grip on Arthur’s bottom. Arthur, enjoying the kissing very much, as well as the butterfly-soft little tickles of the Tick’s antennae against his head and upper face, had already been rocking his hips into the motion without paying any conscious attention. The first time they had ‘sex’ was exactly that—rubbing together while kissing—and Arthur had since found that the actual term for it was ‘frottage’ and that the Tick enjoyed it immensely. Well, okay, so did Arthur.
“Mmf!” Arthur got one last kiss in before nodding, replying a little breathlessly, “Okay, sure, yeah.” He pushed himself partially upright on the Tick’s chest, smiling in anticipation. “Now, remember, Tick, this is going to feel even more intense than just your hand or mine. So…” trailing off as he scooted further down between the Tick’s legs, Arthur took a bracing breath, “I need you to not move suddenly, okay?”
“Okay, Arthur,” the Tick replied, voice low and breathless with anticipatory eagerness.
Arthur nodded and started by stroking and fondling the Tick’s fairly ordinary-looking cock and balls, getting immediate responses of the humming and happy-sighing sort. Though the base of the Tick’s penis was the same bluish-tinged fleshtone as most of the rest of him, the blue faded away going upward from base to tip; weirdly similar to how the skin on the Tick’s face and head had no blue at all, but the bluish color slowly faded in going down his neck.
It had been with a mixture of surprise and relief that Arthur had first seen the Tick’s genitals. Honestly, considering the Tick’s body-size, Arthur had expected something pornographically enormous, but the Tick’s penis and testicles were just a bit on the large end of the ‘normal’ spectrum; as far as Arthur could tell, anyway. Later, when he started contemplating actual sex with the Tick, he was still a little intimidated, but relieved his first expectations had been disproved.
Already firming up and rising before Arthur had even started, the Tick’s cock grew steadily more erect at Arthur’s now-familiar touch. The Tick petted Arthur’s arms, shoulders, and his head, even curling his toes over Arthur’s calves and rubbing with his feet. Glancing up at the Tick’s half-lidded eyes and almost coiled antennae, Arthur was smiling when he then bent his head and lightly licked a path up the underside of the Tick’s shaft and flattened the wide part of his tongue over the head, pushing the peachy-pink foreskin back a little, revealing the darker pink glans.
“Oh, my gosh, Arthur!” the Tick almost shouted, his whole body twitching in surprise, hands suddenly clutching the metal frame at the head of the bed. His antennae stood straight up on his head and his eyes were wide, his chest moving rapidly.
“Is it alright? Do you like it?” Arthur asked hopefully, loosening his hold at the base of the Tick’s penis, in case he wanted to stop.
“Oh, Arthur!” One blue-tinged hand came down and petted Arthur’s head lovingly. “That was… it was… very, very, very, alright.”
“Good,” murmured Arthur, feeling relieved and a little pleased with himself. He lowered his head again and slowly took the tip of the Tick’s cock into his mouth, pressing and swirling his tongue around it.
The Tick moaned loudly and grabbed the frame of the bed again, something they’d practiced to keep him from accidentally squishing Arthur if he got too excited. The metal bed-frame wasn’t Tick-proof—almost nothing was—but it was somewhat Tick resistant; he had to really try to bend it, so it worked well enough. Taking this as more approval, Arthur did it again, cautiously taking more into his mouth. He wasn’t any kind of a professional at oral sex, he was just trying to do all the things he knew felt good when he’d had it done to him… well, a few years ago now… but that was the sort of thing you never really forgot. So he went as far down as he could without gagging, his hand still wrapped around the base, and then pulled upward with slowly-increasing suction.
“Ooooooohhhh!” The Tick’s long, drawn out sound of surprised approval accompanied a little hitching movement of his hips, as if his body thought about moving, but he didn’t actually follow through. When Arthur glanced up, the Tick gave him a very intense look and said in a very low, slightly shaking with excitement, voice, “I like this more than chocolate ice cream with everything on it, Arthur! Twice as much… maybe more!”
Chuckling a little smugly, Arthur squeezed and massaged the Tick’s balls as he went down on him again. The subtle thrum of the bed-frame, along with a vibrating thump through the bed told Arthur that the Tick’s hands had latched onto the frame again. A deep, breathy moan from the Tick was encouragement enough.
Arthur continued, feeling more and more confident with every moan, groan, and varying repetition of his name. When he started tasting pre-ejaculate, Arthur braced himself—it had never had a very strong smell when he’d stroked the Tick off previously, but he had no idea how it might taste—however, it was salty and musky, as expected, and yet it was also a little sweet. Not all that unpleasant, in fact. Soon Arthur got into a rhythm and the Tick started moving his hips in time with it, despite the weight of Arthur’s upper body draped over the Tick’s thighs; knowing some movement just couldn’t be helped, Arthur braced himself a bit and did his best to ride that movement while keeping up his own bobbing and sucking routine on the Tick’s fully and eagerly erect penis. It was actually working well; in fact, better than Arthur had expected.
Feeling how hard the Tick had become, Arthur couldn’t help the thought that someday, maybe, if they were brave and daring enough, he might get up the courage to try anal sex and… oh, but that thought didn’t instill the worry he’d felt in the past. Somehow, feeling the Tick’s response, as well as how much restraint the big blue guy was showing, only made the idea more appealing. Arthur had experimented a bit on himself, seeing whether or not he liked the sensation of something inserted anally, and he’d been surprised at how good it could feel; now, that memory, along with the new taste and textures of the Tick’s cock, had Arthur feeling more and more aroused than he’d already been.
Imagining riding the Tick’s current movements while one of those big hands stroked him off, Arthur was soon rutting into the mattress as he slurped and licked and sucked eagerly. The Tick’s sounds increased accordingly, only helping Arthur’s imagination. Arthur gave a couple of soft, grunt-edged moaning hums around the Tick’s penis, suddenly feeling like he might actually come while doing this, or soon afterwards with almost no help.
Something about the hum, maybe seeing Arthur’s enthusiastic movements, or just having hit the level of stimulation necessary; whatever it was, the Tick suddenly shouted, “Yes, Arthur, yes, oh, yes, Arrrthuurrrrr!”
At this point, several things happened almost simultaneously: Arthur’s mouth was flooded with salty-sweet ejaculate, a lot of it; Arthur came in a surprisingly hard rush, barely remembering to pull his mouth off of the Tick’s cock to avoid either choking or accidentally biting; the Tick bucked up just a little in coming, and it really was just a little, considering it was the Tick; there was a loud SNAPTHRUMMMM and the whole bed gave a great jarring shudder as it collapsed to the floor with a SLAM; and Arthur’s face bounced into the Tick’s barely-yielding belly just as something not yielding at all bounced against the back of Arthur’s head.
Arthur’s head was throbbing and his nose sort of ached when he wandered vaguely in the direction of consciousness. Feeling that he was cozily wrapped in something warm that supported him in a partially upright position, he had the sudden memory of being a little boy with the flu, and his mother had cuddled him on her lap, wrapped in a thick, soft blanket.
“Arthur? I’m so, so, so, so… so very, very sorry… Arthur?” The voice was immediately familiar, but it wasn’t Arthur’s mother’s voice.
“Tick?” mumbled Arthur blearily.
“Arthur!” The warmth around Arthur constricted more tightly and the Tick’s voice seemed to pierce right through his head from directly above him.
“Not so loud,” he protested weakly.
“Sorry,” whispered the Tick.
“Is he awake?” another voice entirely asked from somewhere not too far away. A voice Arthur recognized. He moaned in a mixture of pain, dismay, and embarrassment. “Ah, yes. I know that sound. Arthur, open your eyes and reassure the Tick that your brains aren’t broken… well, more than usual.”
“Ja—Captain Liberty?” Arthur squeaked, cracking open his eyes.
“It’s just us, so you can go ahead and call me Janet.” Janet—AKA Captain Liberty—was peering down at Arthur with an expression of concern, but heavily laden with amusement. “The Tick said you… uh… hit your head and wouldn’t wake up.”
“I told her we were rough-housing and the bed broke, hitting you on the head,” the Tick said, over-enunciating everything and winking blatantly.
“I guess?” Arthur blinked up at the Tick, only then realizing that he was, indeed, wrapped in a warm blanket and cuddled in the Tick’s lap. They were in the living room, apparently on the couch.
“Do you not remember, or are you just slow on the uptake?” Janet asked as she stood upright and crossed her arms over her middle. She was wearing blue sweatpants with red and white stars scattered randomly all over the fabric, a red and white striped t-shirt, and her hair was pulled up in a ponytail. She still looked incredibly amused, though in a friend-who-is-laughing-at-you-but-cares-that-you’re-hurt sort of way.
“I remember, yeah,” Arthur said, nodding slightly. “What… what happened after I… um… got hit on the head?”
“The Tick took the wounded stray approach, apparently,” Janet said with a sideways quirk to her lips and a fondly wry glance at the Tick. “He checked whether or not you were bleeding—which you weren’t—washed you, wrapped you in a blanket, and held you very, very gently for a while, hoping you’d wake up soon. When you didn’t wake up, he called me; mostly because mine is the first contact on your phone that he knew.” She lifted an eyebrow and gave Arthur a look that he knew meant ‘be grateful that Janet comes before Manuel in those contacts.’ “I checked you over once I got here. You’ve been hurt worse several times since I’ve known you, so you’re probably alright, but seeing a doctor wouldn’t be a bad idea.”
“Thanks, Janet.” His voice meek with sincerity and the throbbing headache he still felt, Arthur wormed one arm out of the blanket and the Tick’s embrace to gingerly feel his nose—a bit swollen, but not broken—and then the back of his head. “Ow,” he muttered as he found a goose-egg, but no cut. Well, maybe more like a chicken-egg, because it wasn’t all that big. Janet was right, he’d had far worse.
“I’m so sorry, Arthur,” whispered the Tick again, and he sounded utterly miserable, his antennae curved out and tightly downward, and his expression so very woeful.
“I know, Tick.” Arthur reached up and patted the Tick’s cheek, only then fully aware that, while the Tick was wearing his suit, Arthur was naked inside the blanket. He felt the heat of a blush hit his face so suddenly it was a little alarming. Whimpering, he turned his face into the Tick’s chest in utter embarrassment.
“I knew you’d realize eventually,” Janet said far too cheerily. “So, do you want a ride to the ER?”
“We probably should…” Arthur trailed off, voice muffled by a fold of blanket and the Tick’s chest. He was going to die of embarrassment, he was just sure of it.
“Alright, then. C’mon, Tick, take Arthur to his room and help him get dressed,” Janet directed, standing back to give them room, hands on her hips, looking capable and casually in charge—she was really good at that.
The Tick got up from the sofa and carried his armload—blankets, Arthur and all—into Arthur’s room. Once they were in the short hallway the led to both bedrooms and the bathroom, he whispered again, “I really am sorry, Arthur.”
“It’s okay, Tick,” Arthur assured him on a resigned sigh. At least Janet was a little more discreet than Batmanuel would’ve been. “I know it was an accident.”
“It really was,” the Tick agreed, nodding as he carefully set Arthur on his feet next to his neatly-made, rarely ever slept in lately, bed. “But, Arthur?” Switching to a stage-whisper that was only barely lower than actual speech, he pulled Arthur close again as he continued, “We definitely have to try that type of sex again… only without the breaking the bed and knocking you out parts, of course.”
Out in the living room—they hadn’t shut the bedroom door, of course—came the sound of a poorly-stifled snickering giggle.
Arthur turned to rest his aching head on the Tick’s chest again with a long-suffering sigh. “We’ll see, Tick… we’ll see. For now, just help me find some pants.”
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