Sim_spiration Key Words/Short Phrases Prompt Response

[strangetomato]

Prompts: Threesome, What could possibly go wrong?
Character: Johnny Smith, Ripp Grunt, Ophelia Nigmos
Wordcount: 462
Warnings: none

Someone was nice enough to point me in the direction of the sim_spiration community recently (thank you, swhedonberry !), and I couldn't resist this prompt, for obvious reasons. It's more or less the standard fare for these three, but it takes place "in the future, when all's well," which may or may not be accurate. You can be the judge of whether it's the real future or if it's just wishful thinking.




"The first one is supposed to be a throw-away," Johnny commented without turning his head.

"Nonsense," Ripp said, "there's nothing wrong with it." He proved his point by picking the pancake up from the pan with his bare hands, blew on it a couple of times, and then stuffed it into his mouth all at once.

Johnny walked over and poked him in the stomach. "This is why you're getting fat, you know."

"Wha? Fat?! Who's fat?" he whined, through a full mouth.

"What's this, then?" Johnny gripped some soft, loose skin around Ripp's midsection.

"That's nothing! Just some flab. It's normal. I need that for padding — they're love handles!"

Johnny smirked. "Yeah, I'll bet."

"Just because you can eat like a pig and never gain weight..." Ripp sputtered.

"I work out," Johnny corrected, "so I'm allowed to eat like a pig." He watched the pancakes piling up, and his stomach growled. "Those ready yet?"

"Keep your pants on, Smith. They'll be ready in a minute."

"You're telling ME to keep my pants on? You're not even wearing any!"

"What do you call these?"

"Those are boxers."

"Pants."

"No, boxers. Underwear."

"Okay, then. Fine. I'm not wearing any pants." He reached back and pulled the boxers down over his behind, revealing a pair of cheeks and a small tattoo.

"Oh, god." Johnny groaned. "I still can't believe you got that. And there. Why there? I'm so sick of seeing that thing."

"The tattoo or the ass?"

"Do I really have to choose?" Johnny watched as Ripp wiggled it back and forth at him. He then also went on to absent-mindedly reach down into the front of his boxers, made some adjustments, and went back to flipping the pancakes. Johnny was about to make a comment about kitchen hygeine when Ophelia strolled into the room, yawning.

"Oh, geez. Not again... Ripp, do we really need to see that every five minutes?"

"Yes."

She reached over and pulled the boxers up, much further than necessary, causing Ripp to yelp.

"Hey hey hey! Watch it! Precious cargo!"

"You were asking for it," she said.

"You're asking for it," he said with a grin, and started chasing her around the kitchen, then grabbed her, pinned her down to the floor, and started tickling her.

"No! Ripp, no!" she shrieked through laughter.

"Pancakes, Ripp! The pancakes!" Johnny said. "They're going to burn."

"Yeah, I'm kinda busy here. Get that, would you?"

"Ripp, no! Stop tickling!" Ophelia begged.

Johnny sighed. "Yeah, alright."

"Thanks." Ripp laughed, and then let up on the tickling. "Had enough?"

She set her jaw in mock anger, and glared at him. "Yes, I've had enough."

"Good." He leaned down over her to steal a kiss.

Then a hot pancake landed on his back.



 

Comments

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

I know. ^_^ Delicious! And, in sim world, they're hovercakes too.

Thanks. It really is more about the friendships than anything extra in this scene (though a happy breakfast for three does suggest other possible activities — I'll leave that open to interpretation). I'm such a sucker for writing scenes like this.

[pixelcurious.livejournal.com]

I wondered about the other activities. ;) Also, for a second I thought it was Johnny making "adjustments" in his boxers, after watching Ripp's tush waggle. (Of course Johnny wouldn't be so casual about it!)

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

Heeheehee. Thinking it was Johnny would certainly change the direction of that scene. ;)