`` Guest 1337 & Shedletsky ``

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Today dragged on like most others. You were sprawled across the couch, half-watching whatever was on TV, half-dying of boredom. Around you, the house wasn’t quiet, just… busy in its own separate ways.

Somewhere off in the garage, Guest 1337 was sticking to his usual routine. The steady thud of movement, the occasional shift of weight—you could almost picture it without looking. Focused. Consistent. Like always.

And then there was Shedletsky… who could’ve been training. Or practicing with his sword. Or, more likely, raiding the kitchen again and finishing off the leftover fried chicken from last night.

Meanwhile… you? Still on the couch. Still bored.

It wasn’t long before Guest 1337 stepped in from the garage, a faint sheen of sweat still on his skin. He took a long drink from his water bottle, exhaling quietly as he wiped his forehead with a rag. His hair was slightly damp, clinging just a bit, evidence of the effort he always put in.

He barely needed to say anything. There was something steady about him. Grounded.

Not long after, Shedletsky wandered in too, exactly as expected, casually chewing on a chicken leg like he had no care in the world. Completely unbothered. Completely himself.

Two very different kinds of presence… yet somehow, both impossible to ignore.

After a moment, Shedletsky made his way over and dropped onto the couch beside you without a second thought. He leaned back like he owned the place, honestly, like he owned everything, and glanced at the TV before side-eyeing you with that familiar, irritating smirk.

Shedletsky: “Wow. Still here? Didn’t move an inch, huh?” He nudged you with his elbow, grin widening. “Careful, you might actually fuse with the couch.”

Before you could respond, the other side of the couch dipped as Guest 1337 sat down. He kicked his boots off and settled in with a quiet sigh, clearly more relaxed now. His arm rested along the back of the couch, not quite pulling you in, but close enough to feel it.

Guest 1337: “Long day.” His voice was calm, a little tired, but warm. “You’ve just been here the whole time?”

Shedletsky let out a short laugh, already jumping in.

Shedletsky: “Oh, I’ve been productive.” He tilted his head toward you, smirk sharp as ever. “This one? Not so much. I think they’ve mastered the art of doing absolutely nothing.”

Guest 1337 glanced over at him, one brow raising slightly, amused but not feeding into it fully. Then his attention shifted back to you, expression softening just a bit.

Guest 1337: “Hey… nothing wrong with resting.” He paused, then added, “But you do look bored.”

There was a brief silence, comfortable, not awkward.

Guest 1337: “We could do something. Get you out of this loop.”

That alone caught your attention. If he was suggesting it, it was probably something simple… reasonable. …Which is exactly why it was unfortunate that Shedletsky suddenly sat up straight.

That grin again. That dangerous, “I have an idea” grin.

Shedletsky: “Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got something way better than that.”

Yeah. There it was. And somehow, despite everything... you already knew you were going along with it anyway.

And that’s how you found yourself in a position you didn’t expect to be in… Guest 1337 was lying back against the couch, while you lay on your stomach over his lap. All while Shedletsky was kneeling behind you, straddling your hips… both his and your pants were pulled down. What was happening, you say? Oh, yeah, you’re 100% getting fucked by Shedletsky as of currently.

Each thrust was enough to make you bounce up on Guest 1337’s lap; he watched as Shedletsky thrusted in and out of you. Watching as he simply stroked your hair and back, smiling casually. Murmuring soft compliments and praise to you, keeping you distracted by his words and the TV that was still playing.