Tummy Tickles
A Red Dwarf FanFiction
Rimmer isn't quite sure what he has walked in on, and even less how it makes him feel. Slashy.
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Rimmer isn't quite sure what he has walked in on and is seriously considering backing out of the door when he realises neither of the room's occupants have even noticed him enter.
He appreciates that, while Starbug is somewhat smaller than the Dwarf, he doesn't really understand why the Cat feels the need to share Lister's bunk while watching whatever emotional drivel they have on. But then again there are many of their activities he has yet to find a reason behind.
The thing that perplexes him even more, if that is in fact possible, is the position the two – for lack of a better word – 'men' are in. Lister is sitting up against the back of the bunk, legs crossed, with the Cat lounging across the bed; head in Lister's lap. And unless Rimmer is very much mistaken, Cat is actually purring – leaning into Lister as the technician runs a hand up and down the Cat's side before dancing his fingertips over Cat's belly until the purr becomes a laugh.
Rimmer watches with a face of pure disgust at the sight before him and decides to voice it as such. Just when he opens his mouth his actual words take him by surprise.
"Why do you tickle him and not me?!"
Lister doesn't even look over in the hologram's direction.
"Because he is a cat, and you, Rimmer, are a Smeghead."
And from the smirk the Cat is giving him, Rimmer realises his face must be displaying more jealously than disgust.
Smeg.