Toddy & The BLOB
Chap. 2 – More & More
A/N: This story was updated out of necessity. My fans clamored for it but I was too lazy to accept their wishes. Then I made the mistake of letting my roommate read it. This time I could not ignore the clamoring and certain death was threatened upon my person. Hence, the story! As always, I don't own anyone and enjoy!
It had been a week since the kiss. A week. Seven days. 168 hours. And since that moment Todd had been thinking about it nonstop. His lips still trembled at the thought; his breath still held the smell of banana chocolate milkshake...that is he imagined it did. Despite his obsessive thoughts, for that week he had been avoiding Fred which was relatively easy since you could hear the huge mutant approaching long before you could see him
The avoidance was so severe that the other Brotherhood members who usually never paid attention to the goings about of Fred and Todd had noticed and commented. "Hey, Toad, Fred finally get tired of your smell?" joked Pietro one morning in front of their sorry excuse of a refrigerator. There was also the surprisingly disturbing comment from Lance; "Aw is the couple having marital problems?" Todd had nearly choked on the taco he was eating at that innocent observation. The green tinted mutant had sputtered something terrible which elicited suspicious looks from the older of the two.
So after one week of dashing, and hiding Todd had decided it was time to confront Fred. To find out what the kiss had meant, if there were anything to it. Though he would have preferred that the others were home for this, he realized with such a private and sensitive subject at hand their isolation would be pivotal.
It didn't take long to find a day or rather a night when Lance and Pietro would be away. On day eight A.K. (After the kiss) Quicksilver and Avalanche announced they were going on a grocery run which essentially consisted of the duo robbing a grocery store blind.
He found Fred in his favorite room of the house; the kitchen. The yellow haired mutant was luckily finishing up his latest meal. Todd eyed Fred at the table, shoving food into his mouth and unintentionally he flashbacked to that same chubby face, gazing into eyes like no one ever had, coming closer and closer...Todd's lids fluttered back open, a sigh escaping his thin lips. There was no way he'd be able to confront him in the kitchen.
The teen makes his presence known with a low clearing of the throat. Fred glanced up, his eyes clearly showing his surprise to find Todd there. Before Fred could utter a word Todd waved hesitantly "Hey, uh...when you're done could you meet me in the Living Room?" taking Fred's slight nod as an affirmative he hopped his petite frame onto one of the worn couches in the Brotherhood manor.
Toad didn't have to wait long. Despite Fred's hesitancy in walking into the Living Room his interest was apparent in his promptness. "You've been ducking me." were the first words out of his mouth. Todd nodded, not denying the claim. "Why?" the larger teen asked almost desperately before settling his large frame in a love seat.
Todd shrugged, actual words seeming to have disappeared. His brain struggled to remember the speech he'd thought up before falling asleep the night before but the only thoughts that were dancing through his mind now were, Fred and his lips and his hands and...he felt his cheeks flush and looked up to find Fred staring at him. He wondered if Fred knew how uneasy it made him feel to be stared at in such a manner.
"I don't regret what I did...what we did." Fred corrected as if to remind Todd that it had been a mutual thing. "I just wish you were as comfortable with it as I am." Comfortable? He was comfortable while Todd's heart was beating a mile a minute. "How can I be? It's just not right...not normal." Fred laughed heartily. "Normal? Todd, you were born not normal. You'll die that way. Look at you, you're green and hang from walls."
Todd smiled bitterly "True..." he admitted, pausing to think of another excuse to deny himself the forbidden pleasure. "But we're friends...best friends."
Fred smirked "All the better."
Todd's fingers clasped and unclasped nervously. "What would the others say?" he questioned in a voice barely above a whisper. The larger teen's face scrunched in an annoyed expression. He rose from the seat and in a surprisingly fluid movement lowered to his knees in front of Todd "Why do they gotta know? And even if they did, do it matter? Don't we deserve to be happy for once?" he scratched his head "Todd, you being my friend taught me not to care about people laughing at me anymore. I...I care about you." His hand landed on Todd's knee, his hefty hand completely covering it.
"Yo..." he resisted with a slight tremble from Fred's hand on his bare skin. "Shhh" Fred breathed "Just...go with it for a second, ok?" With an almost frightened whimper that slowly turned into an accepting sigh, Todd watched as the pale hand traveled slowly up His jean incased leg then tantalizingly back toward his knee.
His breath got caught in his throat every time the ample palm rose in the direction of his crotch so much that by the fifth time Todd's thin waist was writhing, hoping to make contact.
The massive mutant got the hint and with a triumphed smile he ended the torture by allowing his hand to massage the bulge that was straining the other mutant's worn jeans. The moan that he had desperately been trying to hide wildly broke free, reaching Fred's pleased ears.
Despite the pleasure, a voice in the back of his mind complained that the troublesome jeans were chafing his most sensitive body part. Fred that mind reading pleasure deliverer seemed to know this and unbuttoned the clasp -his zipper had long since proved of no use to him. Fred's pudgy hand wrapped around the green tinted member and Todd's head dropped backward, his eyes closing. His hand was so warm and incredibly soft; it felt like dough. The hand jerked expertly; must have been all the practice with a joystick.
As he got pumped by his best friend he questioned if the feeling could get any better. The silent inquiry was answered when a wet, warmer sensation presented itself on his lower parts. His eyes fluttered open, head dropped slightly to face the eyes of Fred. "Fred..." he feebly began to protest. Words were lost in his throat, a low guttural moan replacing as Fred ignored Todd and brought the younger mutant's member farther into his eager mouth.
Further and further till all of it was being engulfed by the warm sucking sensation, until Todd felt like he was going to explode...and then he did. With a silent heaving sensation Todd came forcefully in the other boy's mouth. And like a good food connoisseur, without batting an eye, Fred swallowed every bit.
Breath coming in shuddery spurts, Todd suddenly felt exposed. He moved to re-button his pants but felt a restraining hand. "Well?" Fred questioned grinning giddily at him. "Well, what?" Todd retorted staring as his flaccid penis.
"Well, did you like it? What do you want to do next?" Fred sounded eager as purposefully he brushed up against Todd. Hardness brushed upon Todd's leg and he realized the other teen had an erection.
"I don't know." Todd whimpered pitifully. "Don't worry about this." Fred murmurs lightly patting his limp limb. "We'll get that going again." Fred rose to his feet and in one motion swooped Todd up and placed him on his ample lap.
Though it should have been uncomfortable, Todd found the mound of excitement poking him in the back to be mildly erotic. He leaned back into the pillowy softness of Fred's chest and the older boy brushed Todd's mud colored hair from his forehead, planting kisses where the hair had been before trailing more kisses down the cheeks, the chin the neck. Todd felt a bit self conscious, imagining the dirt and grime that must have accumulated in that area. It was in this gentle position that the toad like mutant decided to throw caution and homophobic worries to the wind and to simply enjoy the things Fred was doing to him...and that he would soon me doing to Fred.
TO BE COUNTINUED....
A/N: This story was updated out of necessity. My fans clamored for it but I was too lazy to accept their wishes. Then I made the mistake of letting my roommate read it. This time I could not ignore the clamoring and certain death was threatened upon my person. Hence, the story! As always, I don't own anyone and enjoy!
It had been a week since the kiss. A week. Seven days. 168 hours. And since that moment Todd had been thinking about it nonstop. His lips still trembled at the thought; his breath still held the smell of banana chocolate milkshake...that is he imagined it did. Despite his obsessive thoughts, for that week he had been avoiding Fred which was relatively easy since you could hear the huge mutant approaching long before you could see him
The avoidance was so severe that the other Brotherhood members who usually never paid attention to the goings about of Fred and Todd had noticed and commented. "Hey, Toad, Fred finally get tired of your smell?" joked Pietro one morning in front of their sorry excuse of a refrigerator. There was also the surprisingly disturbing comment from Lance; "Aw is the couple having marital problems?" Todd had nearly choked on the taco he was eating at that innocent observation. The green tinted mutant had sputtered something terrible which elicited suspicious looks from the older of the two.
So after one week of dashing, and hiding Todd had decided it was time to confront Fred. To find out what the kiss had meant, if there were anything to it. Though he would have preferred that the others were home for this, he realized with such a private and sensitive subject at hand their isolation would be pivotal.
It didn't take long to find a day or rather a night when Lance and Pietro would be away. On day eight A.K. (After the kiss) Quicksilver and Avalanche announced they were going on a grocery run which essentially consisted of the duo robbing a grocery store blind.
He found Fred in his favorite room of the house; the kitchen. The yellow haired mutant was luckily finishing up his latest meal. Todd eyed Fred at the table, shoving food into his mouth and unintentionally he flashbacked to that same chubby face, gazing into eyes like no one ever had, coming closer and closer...Todd's lids fluttered back open, a sigh escaping his thin lips. There was no way he'd be able to confront him in the kitchen.
The teen makes his presence known with a low clearing of the throat. Fred glanced up, his eyes clearly showing his surprise to find Todd there. Before Fred could utter a word Todd waved hesitantly "Hey, uh...when you're done could you meet me in the Living Room?" taking Fred's slight nod as an affirmative he hopped his petite frame onto one of the worn couches in the Brotherhood manor.
Toad didn't have to wait long. Despite Fred's hesitancy in walking into the Living Room his interest was apparent in his promptness. "You've been ducking me." were the first words out of his mouth. Todd nodded, not denying the claim. "Why?" the larger teen asked almost desperately before settling his large frame in a love seat.
Todd shrugged, actual words seeming to have disappeared. His brain struggled to remember the speech he'd thought up before falling asleep the night before but the only thoughts that were dancing through his mind now were, Fred and his lips and his hands and...he felt his cheeks flush and looked up to find Fred staring at him. He wondered if Fred knew how uneasy it made him feel to be stared at in such a manner.
"I don't regret what I did...what we did." Fred corrected as if to remind Todd that it had been a mutual thing. "I just wish you were as comfortable with it as I am." Comfortable? He was comfortable while Todd's heart was beating a mile a minute. "How can I be? It's just not right...not normal." Fred laughed heartily. "Normal? Todd, you were born not normal. You'll die that way. Look at you, you're green and hang from walls."
Todd smiled bitterly "True..." he admitted, pausing to think of another excuse to deny himself the forbidden pleasure. "But we're friends...best friends."
Fred smirked "All the better."
Todd's fingers clasped and unclasped nervously. "What would the others say?" he questioned in a voice barely above a whisper. The larger teen's face scrunched in an annoyed expression. He rose from the seat and in a surprisingly fluid movement lowered to his knees in front of Todd "Why do they gotta know? And even if they did, do it matter? Don't we deserve to be happy for once?" he scratched his head "Todd, you being my friend taught me not to care about people laughing at me anymore. I...I care about you." His hand landed on Todd's knee, his hefty hand completely covering it.
"Yo..." he resisted with a slight tremble from Fred's hand on his bare skin. "Shhh" Fred breathed "Just...go with it for a second, ok?" With an almost frightened whimper that slowly turned into an accepting sigh, Todd watched as the pale hand traveled slowly up His jean incased leg then tantalizingly back toward his knee.
His breath got caught in his throat every time the ample palm rose in the direction of his crotch so much that by the fifth time Todd's thin waist was writhing, hoping to make contact.
The massive mutant got the hint and with a triumphed smile he ended the torture by allowing his hand to massage the bulge that was straining the other mutant's worn jeans. The moan that he had desperately been trying to hide wildly broke free, reaching Fred's pleased ears.
Despite the pleasure, a voice in the back of his mind complained that the troublesome jeans were chafing his most sensitive body part. Fred that mind reading pleasure deliverer seemed to know this and unbuttoned the clasp -his zipper had long since proved of no use to him. Fred's pudgy hand wrapped around the green tinted member and Todd's head dropped backward, his eyes closing. His hand was so warm and incredibly soft; it felt like dough. The hand jerked expertly; must have been all the practice with a joystick.
As he got pumped by his best friend he questioned if the feeling could get any better. The silent inquiry was answered when a wet, warmer sensation presented itself on his lower parts. His eyes fluttered open, head dropped slightly to face the eyes of Fred. "Fred..." he feebly began to protest. Words were lost in his throat, a low guttural moan replacing as Fred ignored Todd and brought the younger mutant's member farther into his eager mouth.
Further and further till all of it was being engulfed by the warm sucking sensation, until Todd felt like he was going to explode...and then he did. With a silent heaving sensation Todd came forcefully in the other boy's mouth. And like a good food connoisseur, without batting an eye, Fred swallowed every bit.
Breath coming in shuddery spurts, Todd suddenly felt exposed. He moved to re-button his pants but felt a restraining hand. "Well?" Fred questioned grinning giddily at him. "Well, what?" Todd retorted staring as his flaccid penis.
"Well, did you like it? What do you want to do next?" Fred sounded eager as purposefully he brushed up against Todd. Hardness brushed upon Todd's leg and he realized the other teen had an erection.
"I don't know." Todd whimpered pitifully. "Don't worry about this." Fred murmurs lightly patting his limp limb. "We'll get that going again." Fred rose to his feet and in one motion swooped Todd up and placed him on his ample lap.
Though it should have been uncomfortable, Todd found the mound of excitement poking him in the back to be mildly erotic. He leaned back into the pillowy softness of Fred's chest and the older boy brushed Todd's mud colored hair from his forehead, planting kisses where the hair had been before trailing more kisses down the cheeks, the chin the neck. Todd felt a bit self conscious, imagining the dirt and grime that must have accumulated in that area. It was in this gentle position that the toad like mutant decided to throw caution and homophobic worries to the wind and to simply enjoy the things Fred was doing to him...and that he would soon me doing to Fred.
TO BE COUNTINUED....