I HATE GENE, I MUST SAY, BUT I THINK HE'S GOT A LITTLE SOMETHING, SOMETHING FOR RALPH-IE THERE. SO, THIS OCCURRED! GENE'S SECRET THOUGHTS ON RALPH, THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A HAND KINK, BUT OH WELL…HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!
Cake (Frightfully delicious and oh, so destructive)-by PS
Gene couldn't remember the last time he had ever wanted something so much.
Of course, he wasn't programmed to want much, but that wasn't the point. He wanted Ralph.
Yes, Wreck-It Ralph, the villain of their game, but he couldn't help it. Everything about the bad guy called to him, those big hazel eyes, his secret toothy grin, the small things. And the big things too.
Gene could easily imagine those huge hands picking him up, gripping him against his will and holding him still to be thoroughly vandalized.
Oh how he wanted to be with Ralph, but he couldn't show it, or else everyone would suspect and if they did that they might throw him out. It was a terrible thought, one that kept Gene's thoughts to himself, and his hands down his pants at night. Alone in the dark, jerking off to the thoughts of the gigantic man.
So, instead of showing what he felt Gene did what he did best, he avoided and made fun of. It was sad how well the others went along with his jeers and remarks about Ralph, pathetic actually, didn't these people know not to follow a dictator when they saw one? Of course, they followed Felix, but that was different. Felix could be trusted, and was naturally a good guy. Gene? Not so much. He liked a man for Creator's sake!
But still, at night, he fell asleep after a few quick (and well-dosed) drinks, dreaming of the man he could see outside of his window, if he looked; the giant that helped make the game; the villain with those huge hands, hands that he was sure would squeeze down on his member in utter rapture.
Ralph would be careful, he thought, laying in his bed alone in the dark, he wouldn't use all of his well-known strength, he would lift Gene gently, stroke his cock with an innocent look on his face.
Biting his lip Gene grabbed his secret bottle of cherry-scented lube, after all, Ralph seemed to like cherries, and squirted some of it on his finger, tracing the outline of his hole once he stuck his hand down his pajama pants.
Ralph would elevate him above the bed, inspect his stretched hole; Gene's fingers were stretching his hole now, making him gasp.
Gene would tell him to hurry up, impatient as he was, and Ralph would spread his own thighs out, giving Gene room for when he was impaled by Ralph on his cock, huge and erect. Those fingers reached his prostate now, pressing up into him like he knew Ralph would if given the chance.
Ralph would hold him still for a moment, letting him get used to the size and pressure, and Gene would squirm… Now though, he was squirming alone in ecstasy, imagining the way Ralph would look when he shouted Gene's name out for the penthouse to hear, how he would come in Gene, his cum would soak Gene, pour out of his well-used hole and slide to the bed under them, making them both sticky with it.
Gene came to his senses, seeing his fingers pink with lube and stained with white; he was finished, just from those thoughts.
Not bothering to clean himself up Gene moved gingerly to sit up in bed, and looked out his window…Ralph was no where to be found…
PHEW! I SUCK AT THESE THINGS, BUT I TRY ANYWAY! I'M GUESSING GENE LIKES THE IDEA OF RALPH BEING INNOCENT AND MAYBE A VIRGIN, I CAN SEE HIM BEING POSSESSIVE IN HIS OWN WAY. OK, WELL, HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT! AND PLEASE REVIEW!