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Impulse said it so easily. He meant it, of course, all of his friends are welcome at his house, Gem is included in that.
He didn't expect this. A discord call without even messaging him first, unusual for Gem. Or course Impulse picks up and he's met with a Gem whose voice is rougher than usual. She seems distracted and hurried, so she isn't making the most sense. Impulse tries to find out what's going on but she only asks if she can visit him. In a few days, no it doesn't matter that the plane tickets will be expensive. Impulse says yes, of course, even though it's a bit sudden. He'll have to figure out when he'll have time to prepare the a guest room for her. Gem confirms her arrival and departure time with him and then she's gone again, Impulse's headphones quiet with the dead call.
He picks her up from the airport of course. Whatever urgency she had that made her call seems to be gone, he only notices the same anxiety she projected when they met in Vegas for the first time. Impulse doesn't push for her to tell him why she suddenly wanted to visit. They don't know each other well enough, it'd feel weird.
They spend one, two days with each other, just hanging out, Impulse showing her the local sights. They talk about anything, work, their respective dogs, how different Arizona is from Newfoundland, but not why Gem is visiting. If Impulse knew her better he'd say that she's distracting herself. But as is, that remains a suspicion that he keeps to himself. It's when they're walking through a national park that Gem finally breaches the topic. But it's offhand, just a comment about how she's happy to be out of her own four walls for once. "It gets samey after a while. And lonely."
Everything in Impulse itches to pull her into a hug, but he stops himself. He just nods, "Yeah, I remember when I used to live on my own, it sucked."
Gem hums in response, and that's that.
That evening, Gem asks for a hug goodnight. Impulse gives it to her, of course. She seems a bit stiff, but when they separate there's a tiny smile on her face and Impulse will take that.
The next day they talk a bit more while Impulse is cooking for them. Gem mentions how the visit is nice, similar to what she'd regularly do with another friend. With a sigh she adds, "But she got a different job and now she's too busy."
Impulse wants to ask so many questions, but it doesn't seem like the right moment. Impulse is trying to focus on not cutting himself, not navigating a conversation about a topic Gem has never breached with him before. But it makes sense. She's here because another friend wasn't available. Could Impulse joke that maybe Gem's friend is more than a friend? No, that's over the line. Impulse settles for, "I'm glad I wasn't too busy for you to visit."
"It's nice. Thank you."
She sounds sincere. Impulse takes the thank you to heart and rambles about how he's happy to host her.
That evening, Gem asks for a hug again and it's less stiff. Impulse notices, and gives her an extra tight squeeze before he lets her go and the last thing he sees of her that evening is her grin.
Gem leaves the next day. Impulse drives her to the airport, but she insists she'll handle it on her own from there. Impulse hugs her goodbye without asking and it's their longest hug yet.
Gem asks to visit again two months later, during a casual conversation. Impulse says yes with an excited smile.
Bdubs almost recoils when he sees the thumbnail that Youtube's algorithm serves him for some reason. It's GenerikB in a dress, after he lost their bet. If the game had gone slightly differently, it would've been Bdubs wearing the dress instead. Bdubs remembers the day they went into the city to meet and make Generik walk around in that dress. It had been exciting to see him wear it, funny and somehow impossible for Bdubs to look away from. Of course it was one big joke, meant to humiliate Generik, to give the fans they met up with a laugh. Content, they'd be calling it now. Bdubs pulls a face, feeling somewhat guilty that he'd made a joke out of a man wearing a dress. He didn't know better, back then, but now he does and it stings. But there's no way he can get Generik to take this video down. Bdubs sighs and keeps scrolling. He doesn't click on the video.
For some reason, the video sticks around Bdubs' mind. A few weeks later he finds himself browsing an online shop for another dress like the one Generik wore. Bdubs of the past had wanted to try it on, just to see how it felt. He never did, because even back then doing it as a joke had felt wrong. Now Bdubs knows better. He knows it doesn't have to be a joke.
It still takes him a few more weeks of the dress lingering in his virtual shopping cart before he pulls the trigger and orders it. He pretends he doesn't care about it much and purposely doesn't track the package. It shows up at his door, unannounced, on a random Tuesday. He has to excuse himself from a recording with Etho to bring it inside, a rare time Bdubs is home alone and can't rely on someone else getting the door. When Bdubs returns to his desk, he already knows it's the dress. He stashes the box in a corner under his desk, unopened, unmutes to mumble an excuse to Etho and they keep recording. Etho doesn't ask about him going afk, although Bdubs knows that it's unusual and that Etho can tell his excuse was a lie. He never digs for Bdubs' private information.
After the recording, Bdubs has a few more hours of the house to himself. He planned to use them for a session in creative, or with Axiom, building without a distraction. Now the package under his desk pulls his mind away, making him unable to focus on the custom tree in front of him.
It takes some fumbling, but Bdubs puts on the dress. He locked his office door before changing, deciding that the privacy of his office was the only place he could do this. He didn't want anyone seeing him like this. It'd just be a joke again. It's not a joke when he looks down at himself, smooth legs poking out under the hem of the dress. It reaches just below his knees and he's never been more glad that he got laser hair removal than now, when he gets to see the nice way the dress brushes against his shins. The top of the dress doesn't fit very well, his shoulders too broad and chest too flat. Bdubs wears it for an hour anyway, clicking around in Minecraft as if it isn't anything special, as if he doesn't sit a bit straighter than usual, as if doesn't keep smiling to himself.
Bdubs spends some time digging through search engines and orders size A breast forms a few days later. He takes the extra time to click through different sites until he finds some that come close to his skin color.
The next time Bdubs is alone at home, the breast forms fill out the dress after he pulls it on. He keeps tugging at them, moving them around slightly until it's perfect. Then he gets back to work, mining for resources on Hermitcraft. He's always short on cobbled deepslate, no matter what he's wearing.
It's a habit, after that. If the house is empty then Bdubs will be wearing a dress while working. The office door is always locked, of course, so nobody ever sees. But it feels good. Bdubs is more relaxed, jokes around more with Etho, in the same way they always tease each other. Bdubs know that Etho can tell that something changed, but Etho doesn't say anything. He never asks for more than Bdubs gives him.
Bdubs does more research and finds a makeup tutorial meant to give a softer look. It only takes one try for Bdubs to realize that the makeup doesn't look right in the mirror and the idea is abandoned. But other things Bdubs stumbles across, first as random offhand mentions, then later intentionally, stick with Bdubs. Laser hair removal? Already done. Collars and cages? No thank you. Being seen by other people? Maybe. Being addressed differently by other people? Maybe. Maybe she'll try it out, one day. Just to see how it feels.
Pearl arrives at Gamers Outreach 2026 to a hotel lobby of Hermits. They take up a whole corner, chatting loudly enough that she wouldn't be surprised if the hotel asks them to quiet down later. They're distracted enough that they don't spot her immediately, so Pearl uses the opportunity to check in before greeting them. The group can be a lot and she's got a ton of luggage, there's no harm in taking her time.
Pearl gets done checking in and walks over to the elevator, pressing the button to call it. After a moment the elevator doors open and Pearl steps inside, dragging her two suitcases with her. Just before the elevator doors close, two people join her. It's Gem and someone Pearl doesn't recognize yet, but they have ginger hair and it's not hard to guess that it's probably Cleo. The moment Pearl looks at Gem, Gem grins at her, crosses the last few steps between them and throws herself at Pearl for a hug. (She nearly stumbles over Pearl's smaller suitcase in her hurry, which gets an amused sound out of the other person.)
"Pearlie," Gem greets her.
Pearl takes just a second but then she reacts, wrapping Gem up in her arms and saying, "Hey Gem."
They stay wrapped up in the hug until the other person coughs and says, "You're gonna miss your floor," and that is definitely Cleo.
Pearl lets out a startled laugh and then grabs her suitcases to leave the elevator, Gem following behind her while Cleo waits on them in the corridor. Pearl doesn't really know how to greet Cleo. Sure, it's Cleo, Pearl likes them a lot. Maybe a little too much, which has her second guessing herself. Would a hug be fine? What about Cleo's anxiety, she said she doesn't want everyone's attention on her when she reveals her face.
Pearl must have stopped walking as her thoughts spiraled, because Gem pokes in the side and Pearl startles as Gem says, "Pearlie, where's your room, so we can get rid of this luggage? Everyone wants to say hello to you."
"Right, sorry." Pearl scrambles to keep going, momentarily forgetting all about Cleo as she figures out what her room is and gets it open with the key card. She drags her suitcases inside, turns around and suddenly she's facing Cleo again. Who she hasn't looked at properly at all. Pearl has to be staring as she takes in the sight, but she can't stop herself. Anything Pearl can think of doing would be worse than the wide-eyed stare she must be doing right now.
"Stop staring and hug me already," Cleo's jokingly stern tone cuts right through Pearl's internal panic. Without thinking about it, Pearl does as told – one, two steps forward, lean down a bit, arms around Cleo.
Cleo hugs her back, their voice suddenly a bit rough as they say, "Hello Pearl."
"Cleo," is the only thing Pearl can get out. Her brain isn't really online anymore. All she can think about is how much shorter Cleo is, how nice they feel under Pearl's hands, how right it feels to be in their arms. Gosh, Pearl can't believe she used to live without this. Cleo's hand on Pearl's back starts moving in circles and it's comforting. Though why...? Oh. Pearl is crying, tears rolling down her face.
Embarrassed, Pearl takes a step back. "Sorry, I, I - this sometimes happens when I get overwhelmed."
Cleo's tone sounds amused as she says, "It's fine. And here I thought I'd be the one to cry."
From the door, Gem pipes up, "Are you finally done? Can we go back downstairs now?"
Pearl would flinch at her tone if she wasn't used to it. It's Cleo who answers, not kindly, "You can go right ahead, we'll be there soon."
Gem rolls her eyes and walks off, the door falling closed behind her.
A relieved laugh escapes Pearl and then Cleo is hugging her again. Pearl could get used to this, the way that her brain completely focuses on Cleo's physical presence again. Pearl really gets to have this. Cleo, right here, in her arms. She'll never let them go again.
It's an easy calculation. Simple, without many variables. Co-worker plus in a committed relationship equals don't try anything. Well, Grian is also her friend, not just Gem's co-worker, but the result stays the same. No matter how much she crushes on him, she can never act on it. Gem's an adult, she can deal with a stupid crush without doing anything. She's done it often enough, with how she tends to crush on straight girls. (Her thoughts flick over to Pearl, but Gem quickly banishes her image from her mind.)
It should be so so simple. Gem keeps her distance from Grian and everything will be fine. Except she can't keep her distance. It's not really her fault, Grian keeps asking her to hang out, first only for streams and videos, then later even off-stream. He always has a good reason for it, so they talk work and a little bit of other things. Like friends do. So Gem says yes and tells herself she'll manage.
She's doing a damn bad job at managing right now, with Grian right next to her at Gamers Outreach. They're still setting up, not streaming yet, so thankfully it doesn't matter that Gem is blushing. At least, not yet. Before tomorrow Gem needs to get herself under control so it won't be a problem once they're live. Grian leans closer to her as he explains the plan for permit master, pointing at the bullet point notes on her screen. Gem is already distracted by him, but this makes it worse. She can smell his bodywash. If she looked up she could see every detail of his face, his crows feet and cute smile. (Don't look up, don't look up, don't look up.)
"Gem, are you even listening?" Grian asks, pulling her out of her thoughts with a hand on her shoulder.
"Sorry, sorry, go on."
Grian laughs, short but teasing. "Normally it's me who doesn't pay attention but this time it's you. What's up?"
His hand really doesn't make it easier to focus on what he's saying. It's still on her shoulder, warm and lightly squeezing her. (What if he would start moving it, or his fingers, draw circles in her skin?)
"Just nervous, sorry," Gem puts on her best Canadian accent for that sorry, knowing it'll make Grian laugh.
And that it does, the beautiful sound right next to her ear. Afterwards, his mood quickly drops to normal again, "Yeah, me too. But we can do this, you and me."
There it is again, Gem's traitorous heart speeding up at the way Grian sees them as a unit. And he believes in her. Gem finds herself nodding and then pointing at the bullet list herself, asking Grian a clarifying question.
With that, they're quickly back to talking about work, the personal talk forgotten, if not for Grian's hand on Gem's shoulder. It stays there until he leaves, briefly brushing her neck as he pulls away. Gem outright shudders at that, the touch unexpected but so so intimate. It was probably an accident. She shouldn't read into it. Shouldn't turn around to watch him go with a smile on her face like she does. Hopefully none of the other Hermits saw.
As the day continues, Gem keeps catching herself looking at Grian. She isn't used to being around him for so long in person. She isn't used to hearing his laugh without the filter of a mic, to see his face wrinkle when he grins as he does something stupid. She knows she's being stupid. Nothing can ever happen so she shouldn't be indulging this, shouldn't be so obvious that she enjoys being around him. But can you really blame her watching his arms when Grian is shoving around Jimmy? Can you blame her for enjoying the random touches to her shoulder when she's been mostly on her own lately and yeah, she'll admit she's a bit touch starved? Anyone would like this. Shit, she's seen the fans, she knows other people like Grian like that too.
So what does it matter that Gem stares a bit, that she wraps her arm around Grian when he does the same to her. It doesn't mean anything, can't mean anything. The calculation is simple and it won't change just because Gem indulges a bit.
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He's warm and hard against her. Familiar. Grian laughs at Gem's whine when he brushes his dick through her folds, grazing her clit, getting to her hole where she wants him and then back up to her clit again. Gem almost twitches as he brushes against it, intentionally, as if he's not even looking to get inside her but to play with her clit until she's begging for him. She won't give him that satisfaction though.
"Too scared to do it?" Gem needles him, crossing her legs behind his back so he can't back away, just in case he thinks she's serious.
"Why would I be scared to fuck you. We've done this a million times." Grian sounds almost confused (adorable), but he's not any closer to her hole.
"What are you waiting on then, hm?"
Grian grins again, smug. "How long it'll take before you beg for it."
"I don't beg, idiot."
"If you say so," Grian huffs.
Gem is about to argue further when Grian suddenly lines himself up and pushes into her all one in thrust. She's turned on and wet from his teasing but this is still a lot with how thick he is. Gem clenches around him and her hand automatically flies to his chest to shove at him.
Grian laughs at her reaction and pulls back out, both hands on her hips. Gem wants to take a moment to breathe and relax but he doesn't give her that, shoving back in immediately.
Gem screws her eyes shut and tries to do everything to adjust to him, focusing on her breathing and not the way he shoves into her, over and over. Thankfully it works and her sigh of relief is met by a moan from Grian. "You're so tight today, I can't resist."
Gem flushes at his words, they go straight to her head. Usually Grian likes to hold back just to mess with her, but this time he seems obsessed with getting off as quickly as possible.
Gem clenches around him again, this time intentionally and Grian groans at the sensation. Gem would swear she feels him throb inside of her.
Grian's thumb finds Gem's clit, plays with it as his thrusts get messier now that he's only holding onto her with one hand. But it's enough for Gem, combined with how flushed he is, his red face by hair that's slowly getting sweaty. She comes around him with another clench and a moan. She screws her eyes shut again as the orgasm rolls through her in a wave.
When Gem recovers, Grian shoves deep into her one more time. He stills as he comes. Then the moment is over and Grian collapses on top of Gem with a sigh as all the tension leaves him. Gem finds his head then, threads her fingers through his hair and clenches around him one more time just to hear him whimper.
Gem tries not to think about why she's shaving the day before her plane leaves, tries not to debate too long about whether it'd be worth it to bring her razor, just in case the stubble is annoying. She tries not to question why she's being extra thorough, although her hands shake a bit when she moves her thigh out of the way, just to make sure she can see if she missed a spot.
She tries not to think about why she packs her best underwear, makes sure none of it has holes, that she has some matching bras and panties. She tries not to question why she brings that one extra lacy pair, why she hides it under the rest, just to make sure it's not easily spotted if anyone were to look at her luggage.
She tries not to think about why she packs a bunch of makeup, doesn't debate whether she'll really need mascara but just adds it onto the pile. She tries not to question whether she'll wear it, why it's important to her when most of the time she'll be wearing ski gear, everything hidden under that anyway.
When she wakes up early to leave, she's groggy but the excitement bubbles in her stomach, making her anxious, hoping that she won't forget anything. She packs the last things, adds the sweater they picked out together on top of her pile of luggage. She smells his laundry detergent and she knows she must be imagining it. The sweater has been in her closet for months, she only washed it at his place once, there's no way. There's no way it still smells like him, reminds her of hugging him, summons the comfort she had in the few days at his place so vividly. As she zips up her suitcase the excitement of spending a vacation with her friends, with Grian, has turned into something that makes her feel sick in her stomach. That makes her feel even more lonely now as she's on the way to them. Gem's place is empty, Winnie still with the family members that she spent the holidays with (a tradition that feels a little more crappy each year) and it suddenly feels suffocating. She can't wait to be surrounded by people she likes again, but she also dreads it. She's never been on a ski vacation with them, with so many people at once. She still doesn't quite get why Grian invited her, why she's included in this now. She doesn't know why she said yes, it's expensive, she doesn't even know if she'll enjoy it. And she doesn't know where she stands with them, how they will treat her when she's there, how the group dynamics will work out. Well, she knows where she stands with Jimmy and Oli and all of those friends, but Grian? He is why she said yes. He is the person who invited her, who promised that she'd have a good time.
What does he see in her? A friend? A fling? A rebound after his - A work wife? A genuine candidate for a partner? Or maybe a partner already?
Gem knows that she likes spending time with him, whichever way she can. But that's all she knows for sure. She hopes he'll hug her in greeting. Maybe they'll share a room. Maybe even a bed. Maybe -
She doesn't know. She'll find out the room arrangements once she arrives. Maybe he'll make her decide. Put her on the spot, force her to guess what's happening. She couldn't - She doesn't know. How could she, when they never talk about it, how he treats her differently than the rest of his friends, how he invited her to what's usually a couples vacation, how they're hiding this, whatever it is, from their fans, how Gem didn't even know what to tell her own family. When she told them about the trip they got so confused that she had to reassure him that yes, she's happy, happier than she's been in a while, that she's enjoying the traveling, but no he's not her boyfriend, he's her co-worker, mom!
It makes her stomach turn again as she locks up her door. It makes her look up to find the gate for her flight with a frown. It makes her feel warm inside when he texts her, "Safe flight," just before she boards, as if he looked up her flight information so that he'd hit the perfect timing.
It's easy to tell himself that he should be happy. He has his dream job. He gets to work with some fun people - or be on his own when he'd rather be alone. He gets to lurk in streams and only engage when he wants to. He gets a warning through said streams when they decide to bother him anyway. He could always log out if he didn't want the interaction. But he likes when they pay attention to him, when they seek him out. Scar, recently, seems to enjoy learning from him. Etho loves to teach, so of course he indulges him. And it's good, right? Etho should be happy, right?
So why does he play into the discomfort that Scar expects from him? Why does he feel so awkward when he makes a joke and Scar is briefly speechless? Shouldn't he like it? Why can't he stop looking at Scar's skin? Why can't he stop feeling bad for Scar, with the ridicule that's surely going on in Scar's chat right now? Surely they're commenting on his broad shoulders, on the way a dress would never fit him in person, would make him look ridiculous. Scar is wearing that skin because he likes being the butt of a joke. And a man wearing a dress is a joke, of course. Etho learned that long ago, back during Mindcrack. It's just something to get a rise out of people, something that will always look wrong on him. That's why Etho would never try something like this. It's so much easier to just always keep the same skin, that way he doesn't have to think about all this.
What a shame that Bdubs isn't here right now. Probably busy with something more important than Minecraft and hanging out with some online friends. Though if he knew that they were ribbing him, surely he'd show up. Bdubs just doesn't know. He's too busy with his whatever he's got going on. Etho wouldn't be happy if he had a life like that, always drawn away from what he likes doing by his responsibilities. He's so much happier like this, spending his time doing whatever he wants. Right? He's happy? This is fine, hanging out with Scar and Tango? Exploring what Bdubs built despite Bdubs being offline? They get to do some redstone, Etho gets to solve some problems. It'd be better if Bdubs was here, if he could react to what Etho is saying about his farms. But it's still good like this, right? He still gets to hang out with some people? It's in front of cameras and he's not sure he would call them friends, not in the way they call each other friends, with all the meet ups and all that, but they're still nice, right? Etho is happy, right?
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Skizz touches Gem's bare shoulder and Pearl knows she's staring but she just can't look away. Skizz touches Gem like it's nothing, like he does it every day and Gem doesn't even react. As if she's used to being touched by him in that way.
Skizz must catch her staring because he grins at her, teeth glinting and Pearl flinches and pulls her hoodie tighter around herself as she looks away. But she can't get the image out of her head, Skizz's large hand on Gem's small shoulder, bare skin on bare skin. Gem is so small compared to him, so thin and short. He towers over her, could probably pick her up if he wanted. The realization makes something curl in Pearl's stomach and she tries to think about anything else.
All Pearl achieves is that her thoughts drift to what it would be like if she was in Gem's spot, if it was Skizz's hand on Pearl's shoulder instead. The angle would be different, of course, Pearl and Skizz are the same height. But that doesn't mean there's no size difference. Pearl would say that Skizz is double her width, if it wasn't rude to say.
But Pearl can't help but imagine his hand around her wrist, or on top of her thigh, the way it'd cover so much of her. The way he could overpower her easily, how there's no way she'd be able to fight back against him with her thin arms and too long everything against his bulky strong body.
Pearl shakes her head, tries to dismiss the thought, tries to ignore how she's pretty sure that Skizz is still watching her, as if he knows what she's thinking about. She sinks further into her hoodie, her shoulders curling as she tries to disappear into the fabric.
None of that helps to stop her spiraling thoughts about Gem and Skizz though. Pearl could never understand how Gem is comfortable wearing skirts or shorts and deep cut blouses around the Hermits when Skizz looks at Pearl like that even when she's wearing this hoodie, one of her favorites with how oversized it is. She's seen the way Skizz can't keep his eyes off Gem. She's seen the way his hand seems to find her bare knee or the open back of whatever elaborate top Gem is wearing. She's seen how somehow Gem doesn't seem to mind how Skizz is practically salivating over her. Gem just goes along with it and Pearl wishes she was the same, wishes she could bear the way people stare and see it as a compliment, wishes she didn't keep a mandatory distance between herself and the men, wishes Skizz would actually touch her and not just look at her like that.
Pearl has heard the rumors, the insinuations that Gem sleeps around, that she plays fast and loose with commitment, that she doesn't mind if she's not someone's one and only. Pearl feels nothing but inadequate in comparison, too stuck up to consider anything besides a long term partner, when it'd be so much more fun to have some choice. Just to try something, just to see what it feels like. To find out if the rumors are true and Grian is a good fuck but Mumbo is an even better one. But Pearl can't. She just can't risk it. She can only watch from the sidelines, as always. Can only say that she likes what she has, that it's enough and all she ever wanted and hope that one day that won't be a lie.
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Gem has only been at Impulse's place for ten minutes and he's already got her pressed against the kitchen counter and his tongue in her mouth. She takes control of the kiss, making Impulse whine. It's not what he expected from her considering their age difference, but it's good. Though he has the advantage still, his hands in the sweatpants she wore for the flight, pressing against her through her underwear. He makes a circle with his fingers and she grinds against him in response. It's almost unfair that it doesn't throw off her game though, she's still kissing him like she knows exactly how to handle an old man like him. As if she's done it before. With a striking amount of precision considering that she's still making Impulse moan into her mouth, Gem's hands find shorts and pop open the button.
That's enough for Impulse to know that they're on the same page for where this is going. In no time he has Gem turned around, bent over the kitchen counter. He lines his dick up and then he's pushing into her. He does it slowly, giving her time to adjust, sighs falling our of her mouth with each bit of movement. He's thick and he can tell it's a stretch for her with how tight she's around him. But the feeling is perfect when he finally sinks fully into her. Wet, warm and tight around him, enveloping him completely.
Impulse steadies Gem's hips with his hands and then slowly pulls out, only to push back into her. The slide is already much easier, that's how wet she is for him and how she's adjusting to his size. Once he's fully seated in her again, she clenches around him and wiggles her ass slightly, "Come on Impulse, fuck me."
She doesn't have to say that twice. Impulse settles into an easy rhythm of deep thrusts, making sure he doesn't push her against the counter too hard, his hands acting as cushioning between her and the edge. She feels so perfect around him when he pushes into her, shoving her into the counter. It's embarrassing how he can tell that he's close already, he's changing his rhythm to be quicker, shallower, without thinking about it. Impulse bites his lips and slows down with a groan. He doesn't want this to end so quickly. Gem makes a confused noise at the change, so Impulse feels obligated to explain, "Sorry, I'm close already."
"Embarrassed by your stamina, old man?"
"I - I'm sorry Gem, you just feel so good."
"Flattering," says Gem and Impulse can't tell if she's making fun of him or not, tone biting. But that tone goes straight into his dick, gets him even closer to the edge.
He can't hold back anymore, not when she's talking to him like that. He comes into Gem with a groan, pressing deep into her, trapping her between the counter and him. Belatedly he realizes that they'd been so quick to get to fucking that he didn't even think about condoms. He spilled his seed deep in her already and there's no taking it back. Guilt hits him – what if Gem didn't want him raw like this, what if he was too quick in this, too horny to think? But it mixes with that animalistic drive in him that's proud to be breeding her and hopes she's not on birth control. She's his in every way, his to claim, his to put a baby in her, his to invite to his home and fuck at any chance they have.
Gem pushes back at him and that's when Impulse remembers that he didn't make her come. Damn it, his stupid lack of stamina is making him so inconsiderate, he can't fail her like this. He pulls out and Gem turns around. Quickly he grips her hips and lifts her to sit on the counter and from her grin she knows what he's about to do. So he doesn't waste any time in leaning down and getting his mouth on her. He briefly considers licking his cum out of her but then decides to rely on his usual technique, the one that has any woman coming under him. He gets a finger into her and focuses his mouth on her clit.
Above him, Gem grips his head with her hand and pulls him closer into her. Impulse goes with the movement, tries to read what she likes and adjusts accordingly. It works. He's always been good at this and Gem is no exception, she's quickly moaning her approval of his tongue on her and a second finger in her, curling against her most sensitive spot.
Soon enough Gem is coming around him, though he keeps going for a moment, until she shoves his head away. Impulse looks up at her, making eye contact as he withdraws his fingers as well. Gem is flushed, her hair hanging in front of her face and her chest heaving. She's grinning like she can't stop herself. She couldn't be any more beautiful.
Gem holds the eye contact as she says, "You and Skizz do that in exactly the same way."
i like the consistent throughline of zed baiting tango. even if its two fics of them so far. i also generally like how you write them, they feel in "character"
aw thank you, i hadn't realised that was the case! i find zedaph to be one of the people whose character i have a hard time getting a good grasp on, so that is so lovely to hear
Gem is watching the end of Grian's MCC stream. Of course she is. There's nothing she'd rather do on a Saturday afternoon that turns to an evening as MCC ends.
Grian closes out of MCC and immediately he's calling for Gem's assistance with his tech. Gem rolls her eyes at him and decides not to message him. He can figure it out himself, she's busy playing on Hermitcraft.
Like she suspected, he fixes it quickly on his own. He comes back with the permit office music still playing and Gem smiles at it. He's such a gremlin with how he likes to troll his audience. From there, his stream goes as normal, he isn't even asking for Gem's attention anymore, though she's sure he knows that she's online. He'll have guessed that she's watching, even if it wasn't him, it's still a habit to watch whoever is live on the server while they're online.
Grian is not far into the Hermitcraft portion of the stream yet when he mentions that it's warm in his office. Gem's eyes snap to her second monitor as he says it, game forgotten for a moment. Grian has his facecam off and he's mumbling, but Gem hears it loud and clear when he says that he's going to take his jacket off, that's how focused she is.
She's heard him say that before, she's heard him mumble like that before, a bit self-conscious about his body. But that wasn't on stream. That was just for her, on a private video call when it was way late at night for him and inhibitions were lowered.Â
Gem reaches to increase her volume and then pulls up her legs as she leans back in her chair. Grian's cam may be off, but she can picture everything just from the noises he makes. The sound of him putting his headphones on his desk. The half moan as he pulls off his sweatshirt, struggling a bit. She knows his shirt must be riding up, showing off his midriff, the bit of fat she wants to get her hands on, the bit of body hair. His cute little, "ow," as he must hit his hand on something as he tries to get out of the piece of clothing in the limited space of his office. His shuffling and then a sigh as he settles back down. The sigh sounds so satisfied that Gem wishes she was the cause of it.
Grian starts talking again and Gem has to reach to adjust her volume again so his voice doesn't blow out her ears. It means she's closer to her monitor when Grian turns on his camera briefly, showing off his fish shirt. It's cute and it makes Gem blush hard. He shows it off in exactly the same way he'd shown himself off to her on that video call. But it wasn't a shirt then, it was his dick, hard in his hands. For her. Because of her. Because her own camera was on, her top unbuttoned and her hands between her legs. The parallels are so strong and she's sure Grian must be doing it on purpose. He must know that she's watching, he has to know what this is doing to her. And he's acting all innocent of course, the fucker. Of course she knows that likes pushing buttons, she likes that about him, but she hadn't expected this. Not something so obvious, so clearly only for the two of them, impossible to play off as just wanting audience engagement.
It's almost autopilot that makes her drop her hands between her legs again. But after that, there's no denying that Gem knows what she's doing. There's no denying that she pops the button on her jeans and dips her hand inside. There's no denying that she grinds against it, letting out a moan at the relief. She hadn't realised that she was this pent up. Grian keeps talking in her ears, something about building. He's all relaxed and it does something for Gem to hear him so comfortable in a solo stream. She helped him get to this, she helped him with streaming until he could feel fine doing it alone.
Gem doesn't waste time. The spot she went afk in isn't the safest, so she can't really afford it anyway. She grinds against her hand through her underwear, focuses the palm of her hand on her clit so much it's almost painful as she presses down. It's both too much and not enough. If she had the time she'd get out a dildo, get it into her and imagine it's Grian, imagine she's bouncing on him, making him sigh like that. But for now she has to make do with this, and she knows she can make herself come like this. It's one of her preferred ways to get off on her own, quick and clean. Even if not very satisfying.
Grian is still talking on his stream and he grumbles something about how Gem probably isn't watching. It sounds so throwaway, but Gem can tell that he's trying to get her attention, that it's his way of asking for her company. That knowledge is what makes her come, grinding against her hand one more time and then slumping down in her chair, boneless.
It takes Gem a bit of effort to get moving again after that, pulling her hand from her pants and wiping it on her leg. Quickly, she gets back into the game and says something in chat, joining the conversation Grian is having with his viewers. The shift in tone in Grian's voice is obvious when he responds to her and it warms Gem right back up. Before she knows it she's already flying to his base to talk with him.
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Tango says they should go watch tv on the couch with a tone that has Jimmy instantly going, "Yeah," and picking up his glass of water without even thinking about saying no.
It's not some typical dom tone that Jimmy suspects Tango would use in the bedroom. He's seen Tango's joy in being a game master, he's seen him get delight out of making others go through his challenges. It's easy to draw conclusions from that, to assume what Tango would get up to in the bedroom. They've chatted enough about adult topics that Jimmy knows for a fact that Tango is aware of kink, in fact he's knowledgeable about BDSM to a point where Jimmy feels out of his depth due to how much less experience he seems to have compared to Tango. So Jimmy has made some assumptions, alright? Imagined what it would be like to have Tango telling him what to do in the bedroom. Wondered whether Tango would be up for it, just for fun, just for Jimmy to experience it, if Jimmy ever visited him in Arizona. Jimmy is sure he'd be different than Grian's humiliating condescension, different than Joel's mean commands.
Tango's tone also isn't forceful like in the porn videos that Jimmy watches sometimes, those videos that he gets off to when Grian was particularly bossy and frustrating in a video game again but can't come over to Jimmy's place to finish the job. (So most of the time they game together.) Those videos where someone commands around a bottom who gets face fucked roughly, whose face is thin and pretty, and who gets hard when he's shoved around ruthlessly and whines when he's forbidden from coming.
Tango's tone isn't sleazy with suggestiveness like Skizz tries to use on him sometimes. That tone that Skizz throws his way during recordings, clearly implying more than is appropriate. That tone that has Skizz waggling his eyebrows at him when he corners Jimmy at a shared house like the first Gamers Outreach trip. (Really, it's surprising that Jimmy hasn't heard it much during this Gamers Outreach.) That tone always has Jimmy pushing back and saying no and getting out of there, or at least rolling his eyes at Skizz when it's during recording.
Tango's tone is different. Jimmy would say it's warm and sure, like Tango knows he's right and like he knows that Jimmy will do what he asks for. It's not paternalistic either, like he sometimes feels in their relationship, their age gap just on the side of large enough that sometimes Jimmy sees his dad in Tango's actions. But it's not like that. It's not like Tango is looking down on Jimmy, or getting annoyed at him lingering around Tango, indecisive. He just makes the decision where to go and Jimmy follows him without even thinking of questioning it.
Well, Jimmy is not following, not exactly. Jimmy steps out of the kitchen first, Tango right behind him. Jimmy wouldn't be surprised to feel Tango's hand on his shoulder right now, steering him in the right direction and reassuring him that Tango is right behind him. But that hand doesn't come. They just walk over to the couch and sit down with a respectful gap between them. When Jimmy looks towards Tango, he shoots him a smile and Jimmy smiles back and it's good. He's good. He's on vacation with the Hermits and Tango is being nice to him and Jimmy can just lean back and enjoy it. He doesn't need more than that, even if he'd like it. Even if Jimmy wouldn't say no to being pressed up against Tango's side right now, wouldn't say no to a hand on his knee or thigh, the easy care Tango has for him is good on its own. It makes Jimmy feel warm and safe. Anything else would just be a bonus.
Second batch of 6 works archived on AO3 in the Hermit RPF collection. Browse there for tags, titles and summaries, but less frequent updates than here on tumblr.
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