"Shit! If I move from here the saw will get me." complained Pewdie, twitched his furry red ears in frustration. He sat atop a floating brofist, stuck between a variety of deadly obstacles. Cryaotic was ahead of him, past all of the danger.
"Don't worry about it Pewdie." Cry told him, wagging his green tail a little.
"That's my line!" the red one whined. He couldn't see the other's face, but somehow he knew Cry was smirking under his mask. Bastard. How come he was so good at this game?
"Yeah well," the New Yorker said, wrapping his yellow blanket around his half-human half-furry self. "I think this is the appropriate time for me to temporarily steal it."
Pewdie sighed and eventually decided to make a jump for it. Backing up as far as he could go without falling off of the fist, he threw himself forward, just missing the saws on his way down. Instead, however, he ran straight into Cry. The two were sent tumbling into the small cave leading to the next level. Only, the next level for some reason wouldn't load.
"Ouch..." grumbled Pewdie, sitting up and rubbing his head. "Hey I made it! Cry are you oka-"
He stopped short when he spotted a white object on the ground next to him; Cry's mask. Speaking of Cry, the other furry-appendaged human was laying sprawled across the cave floor, groaning underneath his blanket.
"C-Congratulations man," he coughed, sitting up but still covering his head.
"Are you okay?" Pewdie crawled a little closer to him, leaving the mask behind. "It felt like I hit you pretty hard back there."
"Nah I'm fine," Cry said, not sounding very convincing.
"Come on let me make sure," the other asked. The red-eared one wasn't convinced he was quite alright, not yet at least. He placed a hand on the green-eared one's shoulder. "Let me under your blanket, Cry."
Pewdie had just meant for his comment to be a joke, but he heard his companion swallow nervously as if he had translated it in a different way. Getting rather confused at this point, the dirty blonde-haired gamer tried to pull away the yellow blanket. Cry resisted, but somehow Pewdie was able to restrain him by holding down his arms. This put both of them in a less than a casual position.
"Dude I swear it's nothing!" Cry whimpered. "Let me up!"
Now Pewdie knew for sure this wasn't the case. On the blanket there was a small blood stain over where his face should have been. He leaned closer and flung the blanket away with his teeth, since his hands were occupied. "Calm down I just wanna make sure you're-" he froze. "...Wow."
The view in front of Pewdie took his breath away. Cryaotic's features were aligned so nicely that it was almost alluring. His face was flushed, too, and combined with the small gash on his cheek it made him seem...
"Adorable," the red-eared gamer whispered, shocking himself. Why did he just say that?
Cry blinked, and his face turned even redder. "H-Huh?" He squeaked. His green ears twitched, making the other man want to cuddle the hell out of him. Wait what.
"Oh, I meant, uh," He tried to think of something to make the situation less awkward. "Those ears, they suit you really well." Failure.
"Wha?" the man underneath him squirmed a bit, turning his head away. "Well, you have the same ears but in red, so, they suit you well too."
Silence followed, the awkward kind. Since Pewdie was still on top of his friend, pinning his arms into the dirt floor.
"Um, Bro, you wanna get off of me?" Cry asked quietly.
Pewdie released his arms and crawled backwards. "Aha...Sorry about that. You sure your face is okay though?"
Cry touched the small gash and winced slightly. "Eh...I think I'll be okay." He looked to Pewdie and inched closer to him. "How does it look?"
Pewdie inspected the cut. Besides a small trickle of blood, there didn't seem to be any serious damage. "Looks alright to me." he said, impulsively wiping the blood away with the yellow blanket. Cry blinked and and lightly tugged on his companions furry ear.
"Haha, fuzzy." he smirked, trying to lighten the mood. The action caught Pewdie by surprise, though, and the gamer found it was his turn to blush. And moan a bit. The ears were extremely sensitive.
Cry did a double-take at Pewdie's outburst. He hadn't expected that sort of reaction. But, perhaps...
"Wait," he inquired, "Does that actually feel good?"
"Uh, k-kinda, yeah." his friend stuttered, looking away. Bingo.
"Hmm...What about..." Cry touched both of Pewdie's ears and gently rubbed them in circles using his thumbs.
"Cr- A- Ah..." slurred the Swedish man, crossing his legs. What was this feeling? "That- Ah- Känns bra..."
The previously-masked gamer turned crimson, but kept stroking the other's ears. The sounds he was making were somehow very erotic. He wanted to hear more.
Cry found himself scooting closer to his friend, trying to sit in his lap. As he wrapped his legs around his waist, he could feel a bulge in Pewdie's jeans. This quickly activated the same reaction in himself.
Pewdie took a few more fast breaths before looking straight into the American's eyes and saying, "God damn it, Cry." He quickly pressed their lips together.
The connection sent waves of pleasure down both of their spines. The kiss deepened as Pewdie opened his mouth to let in Cry's tongue, which immediately began venturing over his teeth. Pewdie ran his fingers through the brunette's soft hair. He made sure to give the green ears attention as well.
Their motions continued in this pattern, escalating in speed. Neither of the two knew what was driving them to keep going, but neither of them cared either. At that moment in time, they just wanted each other. Badly.
Soon items of clothing were removed and tossed aside. Skin was felt on skin. Only undergarments remained on the gamers' lust-filled bodies.
At this point, Cry had rolled himself on top of Pewdie, moaning and whispering in his ear in the same low tone his viewers seemed to love. And so did Pewdie, apparently. The sandy-blonde was emitting a variety of sexual noises whilst urging his friend to slowly knead the area in between his legs. Cry gladly obliged. In addition, he guided the Swedish man's hands to stroke his own length.
Pewdie occupied himself with this for a bit before starting to lower the American's boxers. He switched their positions, moving out from underneath the brunette and on top of his back. Removing his own underwear, Pewdie's arousal nudged against Cry's tail. He gripped the other's shoulders and paused to catch his breath.
"Cry..." he panted. "I-Is this okay?"
His companion gave a flustered laugh. "Yes, I think I made that clear when I climbed into your lap earlier."
Pewdie smiled and kissed the base of his neck in reply. He repositioned himself and entered Cry with a movement of passion. The pressure of his insides was such a drastic change, though, that the sandy-blonde had to take a moment to adjust to the feeling.
Slurs of painful pleasure escaped the lips of Cryaotic. They became louder as Pewdie began to move slowly in and out. Cry swayed back and forth, trying to help the momentum.
Their pace quickened, and soon both men had beads of sweat dripping down their faces. Pewdie now held Cry's erection, rubbing it tenderly while he continued thrusting into him.
This was soon too much for the American. He gripped the ground with brimming ecstasy and screamed, "F-FELIX!"
The moaning and shuddering of Cry's body soon brought PewDiePie to his limit as well. Holding onto the brunette's waist, he arched his back and released. His final comment, though, came out as more of a satisfied sigh rather than a shout; "Ryan~"
The pair collapsed, holding each other and panting heavily. When Pewdie's breathing was relatively normal again, he looked to Cry's blushing face, which matched the tone of his own.
"Pewds...I..." started the other gamer shyly.
He was interrupted, though, by a sudden flash of light. The next thing they knew, their surroundings weren't that of a cave, but of a new series of hills and obstacles. And apparently their clothes had been reset too, for they were both now dressed. The same went for Cry's cut and blanket.
Pewdie sat up and blinked a few times, then threw up with arms and ranted loudly: "Are you fucking kidding me?!?!"
Cryoatic erupted in laughter on the floor. His priceless laugh quickly turned his friend's mood around and soon they were both cracking up at the irony.
Eventually, the Swedish man handed Cry back his mask and helped him up. "Let's go finish this damn game, bro."
"Sounds like a plan to me." he replied, green ears twitching. What Pewdie couldn't see, though, was his smile of ultimate joy.