Manwhore [SCANTY EXTRA STAGE #1]

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own Harmonix and Dance Central 1 and 2.

WARNING: Glitch is underaged. Therefore, this is considered shota.

Author's Note: This is for those who reviewed this fanfiction. But all my inspiration was drained entirely. And so I didn't write smut on this one. Hope you don't mind, guys!

This is also a gift to say THANK YOU SO MUCH for your short but sweet support. I didn't actually know this fanfiction could be popular within a few days.

Don't worry; more will come soon, if I had the time. I may have MORE ideas on every Friday because I play Dance Central 1 and 2 at my friend's place, which is awesome.

Fun Fact: I played as Bodie because he is such a hot blonde stud I just can't.

"So," asked the brunette as she eyed at the young prodigy as she was drinking her Coke Slurpee. Glitch was playing IIDX Beatmania at the living room, pressing onto the keys as fast as possible along with the music. Emilia sighed as she rolled her eyes in annoyance; her friend is not going to listen to her if he's so incredibly engrossed with the game. "What's your favorite part about sex?"

The prodigy immediately stopped tapping on the keys, his eyes still fixed on the screen , looking at those 'misses' appearing on the screen. His eyes opened wide enough and his mouth hanged. He then moved his head to look at the brunette. She was grinning to herself happily. Glitch then pause the game. His face started to blush incredibly deep, that the color of his blush looked like the red flesh of a watermelon.

This was ridiculous, to his point of view. Why would anyone ask him about how his sex life was in the middle of nowhere out of the blue? Also, he's already over it. He doesn't want another person asking him how it felt and all. Not that he hates it, but he just finds it annoying to a certain point of degree.

"What do you mean by my favorite part?" the prodigy asked as he resumed playing the game, his hand started to continue tapping on the keys heavily, as though he was typing. He could just ask the brunette to just forget it and move on with her normal life. She was supposed to be at the beach, saving lives, and not taking early, long breaks at the apartment, drinking a Slurpee and asking such a question at 11am. "Emilia, I am not going into details about it, and I mean it."

The brunette jokingly pouted and landed her chin on Glitch's shoulders. "But you've done it a lot of times!" She emphasized it rather loudly to get it into the prodigy's head.

It's true. He had done it a lot of times with Mo during their private time together alone in the apartment, all for themselves. And every time when there were no more people in that apartment, without a doubt, the whole place just literally turned into a sex pig sty. The whole place was full of clutter and mess and it smells like hardcore sex. It purged the entire place as it looked like it's breaking down any minute. The girls and Bodie had to clean up their mess the minute they reached home, and when they entered their bedroom... it was just underwhelming.

"Yeah, okay, fine, it was nice and hot and all, especially the part where they know your G-spot and all…" Glitch admits, although that doesn't break his concentration on the game. He was already going to finish it soon. And when he mentioned the word 'G-spot' he blushed a little bit. Then he managed to bring up his courage and finished his sentence. "But I'm inexperienced."

Emilia stared at him at sheer utter disbelief. "Liar!"

"He'll never ever make me the top. At all," the prodigy's said his reason. He was rather sad about it. He always wanted a change for once. To be the top and give Mo a favor back. But nope, his boyfriend really doesn't want him to return the favor. He wants Glitch to keep the favor.

"Full of bullshit and lies." Emilia shot up from her seat as she walked her way to her room to get her cellphone: to call Mo for proof.

"Go ask him."

"Yeah I am going to, right now," the brunette replied from her room, dialing the trickster's phone number.

Glitch finished the game with a rank D and sighed in defeat. He then switched off his PlayStation, slouched on the couch and pouted himself away. He doesn't like the topic at all.