Author Note: Prompt from Hedgehog3000! They've put up with my maniacal rambling, so that's why they're special.
"Dialogue."
'Inner most thoughts.'
/Chapter 1 - Needy Noises/
Two skeletons were chilling at home. One had already finished their dinner and stored the excess pasta into the fridge. It felt as good a time as any to ask.
"HEY SANS-," Sans lifted his head quizzically from his Grillby's takeaway. The nauseating grease that dribbled down his chin almost made something other than words come out of Papyrus' mouth, "WHAT WERE YOU DOING THE OTHER NIGHT?"
"..." He still had food in his mouth. Papyrus pleasantly waited for the answer.
".." He had no further progress on the eating process.
"I THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE FUN TO JOIN IN, IF YOU NEED AN EXTRA HAND-"
A livened jolt shook him from his stupor, "that's no-" Sans began, only to start choking on the greasy substance.
"OH MY GOD! SANS, HAVE SOME COMMON ETIQUETTE!" Despite his lecturing tone, a glass of water was quickly handed over with more than a little concern. It was refused, but Sans cleared his throat with a few more purposeful coughs. "BE MORE CAREFUL NEXT TIME. GOOD GRIEF!"
".. 'gr'easy does it, right?"
"UGGH. .. SANS, NO, I AM NOT SMILING." That grin didn't go away. "UGH, ANYWAYS! CAN I JOIN IN NEXT TIME?"
Well, on the bright side, there was no longer that "You're smiling, c'mon" smugness. But the horrified face felt worse on Papyrus's heart, "I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU DO IN YOUR ROOM! I MEANT IN GENERAL. SPEND SOME TIME TOGETHER." If anything, something he said made Sans look worse. "I-I'M NOT TRYING TO INVADE YOUR PRIVACY, BUT I KNOW YOU SECRETLY DO EXERCISE SESSIONS IN YOUR ROOM! YOU DID ONE LAST NIGHT.."
'-exercise?'
"THE WALLS ARE SO THIN! SO THERE'S NOT MUCH LEFT TO THE IMAGINATION! BUT IF YOU ASK ME, THERE'S ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG WITH DOING IT! IT'S UNNECESSARY TO BE SO STIFF ABOUT IT. IN FACT, YOU SHOULD GET ON THEM RIGHT NOW. SWEAT OFF THAT GREASE!" The rambling seemed to have its reward when Sans no longer looked as sick as grease apparently made the other.
".. got it. thanks, bro."
Relief washed over the room. Naturally, they began smiling at one another for their own reasons. One they shared was the love for the other's happy face.
"...-BUT I'M SERIOUS. NOW THAT YOU'VE MADE YOUR FIRST STEP TOWARDS THIS, I AM CRACKING DOWN THE THUNDER AND SEEING YOU THROUGH! I AM GOING TO BE THE BEST COACH EVER! I'LL EVEN BE ABLE TO DIRECT YOU FROM DOWN HERE! NYEH HEH HEH! NOW, TO YOUR ROOM!"
And things happened as expected. Sans made it to his room, and an MTT program could be heard the second his door closed. These really were thin walls. It would feel wrong to do anything but honest exercise, and he didn't want to do that. So he did the morally right thing: nothing.
However, Papyrus was serious. "SANS, I CAN HEAR YOU DOING NOTHING! GET ON IT, LAZY BONES!"
"but, coach-.."
"NO BUTS!"
".. how am i supposed to exercise without a butt?"
"SKIP LEG DAY!"
Touché..
"SANS! DON'T MAKE THE THUNDER COME DOWN ON YOU!"
Then it seemed like he had no other choice. But if there was another way out, it conveniently didn't come to mind. That at least let him feel a little better about his hand not having a problem snaking down to wrap around the magic he'd conjured somewhere along the lines. Nothing but bliss came to his mind as he started stroking in a slow manner. This white canvas of thoughts lasted only for as long as the other's silence.
"SO YOU'VE FINALLY DECIDED TO START." The stimulation felt wrongly d'erected' at Papyrus by hearing him. He quieted that thought and pun. And the silence returned to be filled with his needy noises.
Everything was being tuned out. The lumpy bed and unvacuumed floor under his feet gave way to the softer, racing thrill. The whir of the self-sustaining tornado was ignored for the sounds he was making in his lustful state. (Sans also tuned out the MTT program.) It was weird, but the thought of the other being so close came back to mind. Of all the things it did, turn him off was not one of them.
"I'M ACTUALLY IMPRESSED (DESPITE THE FACT THAT I CAN'T JUDGE HOW WELL YOU'RE DOING.. IT SOUNDS IMPRESSIVE)! BUT CONSIDERING YOU'RE NEW TO THIS, THERE'S STILL THINGS YOU WOULDN'T KNOW."
'it's the other way around,' for the actual matter at hand. Or in hand.
"MAYBE WE SHOULD DO THIS IN PRIVATE TOGETHER SO I CAN SHOW YOU!"
Sans would get to soil that cute innocence himself if they did.
".. no, we c-can't." As brothers, it had to be forbidden to teach Papyrus the magic for a good time, and how to beg sweetly for more when Sans's hand was no longer enough to fufill that sinful desire. Teaching him dirty talk would be nice so Papyrus would have something to scream out while being more filled than he's ever been. Suddenly the skeleton's face in particular was heated. The other's voice was undeniably invading his imagination now.
"OH.. THAT'S FINE. SANS, AM I BOTHERING YOU?"
'in a hot and 'brother'ed kind of way..' "nghh-no, papyrus, it's.. not you.."
"THEN WHAT'S WRONG?"
"it's nothing..."
"WHAT'S NOTHING?"
"it's just literally nothing, p-papyrus.. hng.. ha.."
"BUT WHAT'S YOUR DEFINITION OF IT? THIS IS A LITTLE WORRYING THAT YOU'RE NOT ACTING LIKE YOUR USUAL 'PUN'NY SELF.."
"papyrus.. ngh..." Sans mumbled that beautiful name again to himself as the one who went by it went down on him (in his head). "don't worry about it." 'so.. close..'
"YOU'VE ALSO BEEN SAYING MY NAME A LOT MORE THAN USUAL.. THAT ALONE IS WORRYING.. THIS MUST BE A CRY FOR HELP!"
And Sans did cry out when the door was quickly slammed open. For more than one reason. Papyrus wasn't the only one that 'came'.. Sans did nothing more than try levelling out his breathing, and try avoiding eye contact.
"WOWIE! I'VE NEVER SEEN THAT EXERCISE BEFORE," but obviously something clued in that Papyrus was just ignoring in belief his brother would never lie to him.
"it's not-.." awkward pause of shame, "what i said it was. sorry.."
"SANS, IT'S NOT NICE TO LIE! ... BUT WHAT IS IT, THEN?" And to Sans's amazement, Papyrus was curious and nothing more. Or at least nothing he expected. "IF YOU DON'T MIND SAYING."
"i don't, if you're ready for it.
".."
"W-WELL?"
"you've been staring for awhile."
"O-OH!" Sans chuckled a little at the crazy red on his brother's face.
"... CAN I LOOK NOW..?"
"yeah, i'm decent," though he couldn't do much about the aftermath of his workout. And, reminded of his previous activities, it felt wrong the way things were.
"before i tell you, i want you to tell me something."
"THAT SOUNDS ONLY FAIR. WHAT CAN THE GREAT PAPYRUS TELL YOU?"
".. would you date someone like me?"
"SURE!"
"if they were your brother?"
"THAT 'SOMEONE' WOULD BE YOU IF THAT WERE THE CASE! NYEH HEH HEH!"
".. well?"
"O-OH!.." though he had already been looking at Sans, the gaze was returned now and he felt butterflies by it, "WOULD THAT MAKE MUCH OF A DIFFERENCE IN OUR RELATIONSHIP AS IT IS..?" Sans nodded. ".. WOULD YOU LIKE THAT?" Sans shrugged.
"would you?"
An inner dialogue seemed to take place. Pros, cons.. who knows what. It left Sans with few clues, besides the blush that was returning full force to Papyrus's face. "I-I'D LIKE TO TRY IT!"
Though Sans wasn't sure about his feelings, he knew he'd like to try it too.
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End Note: Guess what "Brother's Job" acronyms to.