This was inspired by a fan-comic dub on youtube

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Chapter 11: Stuck

Working hard was tiring but rewarding, and nobody knew that better than Sans, who for once had actually stayed awake long enough to do his sentry work properly. When he arrived, he was literally floating to his room, too tired to even walk. He barely noticed that the house was empty what with you being at your new job at Grillby's and Papyrus being on a date with his lover. So he had the house to himself. Good.

Once in his room, he dropped on his, for-once, dressed bed and kicked off his slippers. He leaned back on his pillow and yawned.

"Finally, I get to take a nap, at least until Nyx and Pap arrive" he said wiggling deeper into the fluffiness of his pillow.

Once he felt sufficiently comfortable, he tried to fall asleep. He waited for the activities of the day to finally catch up with him, but they didn't and he sighed. Great, now what? There was no one around and he didn't feel like going out, so what could he do to kill time until you and his brother arrived?

Heaving another sigh, he looked down, seeing a gap between his pants and waist due to his position. Beyond that, he noted the sciatic notch on his pelvis with curiosity. He then looked at his hand, a stupid idea forming in his head. The things you do when you are bored, he thought before reaching into his pants. He balled up his hand into a fist and slowly tried to fit it through.

His tongue hung on the side of his mouth as he wrestled the hole and his hand. Not to mention that the constant movement so close to where his privates should be were stimulating him a bit. If he didn't keep himself in check he would have to deal with more than just bored curiosity. It took a while and some wiggling of his hips but he finally slipped his hand in. It went with a "pop" and he chuckled at his success.

"Ok that's enough stupidity for a day" he chuckled and went to pull his hand out.

However there a slight problem with that, his hand wouldn't budge; fuck.

"You gotta be kidding me" he muttered disbelievingly. He tried again. "Oh c'mon, get...out" he pulled again, not really caring that he might hurt himself.

He was more worried about his brother, or worse, Nyx, walking in on him with his hand down his pants. It would not look good, especially since he forgot to lock the door like he usually did when he did partake in that activity.

He struggled some more, groaning and huffing as his hand continued to be difficult. C'mon, get out!

The front door opened and his head snapped up. Oh crap. Now what? Maybe it was Pap, he thought hopeful. As much as he didn't want his younger brother to see him in such a state, he much rather face him than Nyx. Lord knows he would die of embarrassment if you did see him.

"Is that you Papyrus?" He called out, the blush on his face evident.

The sooner he got out of this the better.

"Bro?" He tried again.

"Sans, you're here?" Oh fuck.

What were you doing home so early? Weren't you supposed to arrive at 6pm? He looked at his alarm clock. It read 6 pm. Shit.

The one time he does something incredibly stupid and he has to get caught by the wrong person. Why me?

"Sans?"

What should he do, should he still ask for help, even if it was at the cost of humiliating himself in front of his girlfriend? You've only been together for a couple of weeks, so neither of you was ready for this. But really, what other choice did he have? He didn't really know when Pap would get back and he couldn't stay in that position forever, plus you were bound to walk in looking for him and it would be just as bad. Dammit.

Swallowing his pride, he called out for you.

"N-Nyx, c-can you come to my room for a second?" He called out, his cheeks flushing blue as he heard your steps approaching his door. Well, here goes nothing.

The door opened and in you walked, still dressed in your waitress uniform and your two-tone hair pulled back into a messy bun. His privates stirred to attention, oh god not now.

"Hey Sans, what-uh" your eyes widen at the sight "Oh my god Sans, I-I'm sorry!...no wait, why did you called me in here if you were doing that?!" Your cheeks and ears were bright red.

Why would he call you if he was engaged in such a private act? Was he into voyeurism?

"I-is not what it looks like I swear!" He explained frantically.

"Oh, then what is it?" You weren't looking his way.

"I, uh, I'm s..." He mumbled the last part and you couldn't tell what he said.

"You're what?"

"Stuck" he finally said, his face turning dark blue. Fuck me.

Once the implication of that word sunk in, you couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh my god" you laughed. "Sans how...why...you know what I don't wanna know, this is embarrassing enough without me prying" you giggled.

Had it been any other day he would've been enjoying the sound of your laughter,—it was cheerful and cute—but at moment it was just mortifying.

"Can you stand?" you asked once you had sobered up enough to talk.

"W-why?"

"I need a better access of I'm going to help you dummy" you smirked.

"O-oh right, hehe" he laughed nervously and inched himself towards the edge of the bed.

You walked up to him and helped him up. He still looked mortified to be in your presence while having his hand down his pants. Not to mention that seeing you dressed in that tight skirt and shirt was giving him a whole new problem; he just wished it wasn't noticeable.

You were blushing just as bad as him, especially after seeing part of his hipbone and a slight blue glow where his privates should be. Was that really...?

"T-turn around" you said and he did. "Bend over the bed and drop your pants the rest of the way"

A shiver ran down Sans' spine. Something about the way you were ordering him into such a compromising position was doing things to him that weren't helping his situation.

Behind him you were freaking out after you thought about your words. Oh crap, that sounded very suggestive.

"I-I'm gonna give it a look ok?" You said and knelt behind him.

Meanwhile Sans was trying really hard (wrong words) to will his partial erection away. He could feel his eye glowing, and that was not a good sign. And it only got worse when Nyx knelt behind him, touching the back of his leg for support. Oh crap.

You tried to ignore the blue appendage between his legs, which you deducted had to do with his hand being stuck in such a sensitive area. You wondered what it would feel like to touch it. Whoa, where had that come from?! Nyx, control yourself, you chastised.

With a shake of your head you got the dirty thought out your head and went back to the task at hand. His hand was stuck pretty badly, and even with his palm open he wouldn't be able to pull it out. So, maybe something slippery will do the job? Soap maybe or...No, no, no; there was just no way that he had one of those around. Would he? Nah. However, there was still another way to do it without the need for anything like that.

"Hey Sans?"

"Hmm?"

"Would it hurt if I detached your hand?"

Well he was a skeleton after all, so it should be ok, right? He wouldn't get hurt if you try, at least you hoped not.

"Not really, is uncomfortable at best, but not painful" he said.

"Ok then" you stood and walked to the door, decision already made, painful or not, it was not a risk you were willing to take.

"Wait, where are you going?" he asked in a panicked tone.

"Relax, I won't leave you like that" (pants down, hand stuck on his crotch and bend over his bed) "I'm just gonna look for the soap, it should allow your hand to slide out easier"

"O-ok" he nodded.

You left for the bathroom upstairs, leaving him there in that embarrassing position; the poor guy.

Sans sighed as he contemplated his actions. He really shouldn't give in to his impulses like that, especially the stupid ones. Look what it got him; his pants down, hand stuck, an erection and his new girlfriend touching him without the knowledge of what the light touches were doing to him. Next time, he should think of the consequences before he does the idiotic things his bored brain came up with.

"I'm such an idiot"

"Maybe, but you're my idiot and it's going tibia ok" Nyx's voice made him look up and chuckle at having his pun thrown back at him.

You giggled and walked back to him, kneeling behind him again and squirting a bit of the hand soap you found by the sink.

"Now try to relax and I'll have you free in no time" you assured him before taking his hand and rubbing the soap on his wrist and palm. You then did the same around the circumference of the whole, which made him shiver and his erection—which you were trying ineffectively to ignore—to twitch. A blush took over your features at that. You hadn't stopped to think of what this would do to him. Clearly being prodded back there was going to have some effect on his body. Nyx you idiot, you thought embarrassed.

If Sans was mortified before, he was just about ready to use the Gaster Blaster on himself now; stupid treacherous body, he thought flustered as you slipped your fingers out of him.

"I-I think that should be enough" you stood up. "Try to slip it out"

"O-ok" with a heavy blush and his soul doing flips, he wiggled his hand, biting his tongue to keep himself from letting out any embarrassing sounds as he touched his erection in the process, and slowly but surely pulled it out. Never in his life has he been so happy to see his hand again.

"T-there, all done" you said looked away from him to give him a sort of privacy. "I-I'll leave you so can, you know..."

"Thanks" he said as he reached down to pull up his pants. "Nyx, could you please not tell Pap about this?"

You chuckled, kissing his cheek. "No problem"

AT DINNER

"ARE YOU TWO OK? YOU'VE BEEN AWFULLY QUIET ALL EVENING" Papyrus asked as he rolled his fork to get more pasta. "DID SOMETHING HAPPEN WHILE I WAS AWAY?"

You don't know the half of it, you both thought with a chuckle and a small blush.