#rudycest

you cant tell me the way they looked at each other here wasnt even at least a little bit erotic like bruh just kiss already

where’s all the rudy on rudy self-cest?

this is so crappily made but i had to do this. probably not accurate but hey ho it makes me giggle

once again i think about the horrors of being in a niche dead fandom 😿🔫

sighhh the stuggles of having a niche interest

guess who

i know im gonna regret posting this cus the designs are soooo bad but idc rn

The music suddenly changing, Rudy rocked against him, so close that Too could hardly breathe in anything that wasn't Rudy. Lightheaded, Too struggled to keep up, suddenly striving to mimic his doppelganger. Bobbing his head slightly, he forced his hip to do that same swivel, but it didn't seem as right -- or as raw -- when Rudy did it. Forgetting the lyrics, Rudy grinned. He was obviously drunk and loving this -- loving that Too finally submitted and was finally dancing with him. If it could be qualified as dancing. Their heads rocking together, Rudy more loose and Too stiff, Rudy smirked at him. Their dancing was slightly symmetrical, and when it hit the right spots, the electricity that pulsed when they rubbed together was mind-numbing. Turns out Too didn't need to drink to feel this way after all.  When the song ended and another began, Too hardly noticed aside from the change of pace. Dancing wasn't so bad, Too admitted to himself, at least when it was with Rudy.  They were as sweaty and drunk as any other member on the dance floor, and Too had finally stop thinking so much about the others. Because Rudy's hands were sliding underneath his shirt and his lips were level with Too's and the slight erection between the both of them was uncomfortable but in a deliriously good way. "Feck," Rudy said, or maybe Too thought it, but their lips touched and it was like kissing wet glue. Sloppy and sticky, two of Too's least favorite words, but he was gripping onto Rudy as if he would slip right through his grip. Rudy pinched Too's arse and he jumped, Rudy laughing. Instead of his usual frown, Too smiled and inched his hands to the small of his back until it stopped at the top of Rudy's arse.  Licking his lips once, Rudy smirked, his eye lids dropping lazily. He leaned forward again, saying, "Too, if I don't feck ya right now -- " "Not in front of everyone." Was Too really panting? "'N' not here." "How fast can you drive?" He was impossibly closer, and their cocks pressed against each other tightly through their trousers.  "Fast enough," Too mumbled, looking around. No one paid attention to them. They were in their own world, and no body noticed or cared about them. For the first time ever, Too felt comfortable being insignificant.  Kissing his lips to bring Too's attention selfishly back to him, Rudy rocked against Too in a pace all on his own. His hand underneath Too's shirt was now under the waistband of his pants, rubbing against the smooth shaven skin.  "Now," Too muttered, his voice cracking. Rudy smiled as he leaned his body away, and before he could get too disappointed, Rudy kissed his lips once more, slowly. Dragging his lips, it became more difficult to separate their tongues from one another.  Clasping their hands tightly, Rudy led Too from the  dance floor and the pulsating bodies. As they passed the makeshift "barman," he squinted at the duo. "Don't those blokes look kinda...freakishly alike?" he said to the dull skirt beside him. She giggled breathlessly, playing with her hair. "What d'ya mean? You have too much to drink babe?" Looking at his own lager, he shook his head. "Yeah...guess so."