97%. 98. 99...
Yes. Yesssssss. He tapped his foot impatiently, sighing in relief as the digits ticked over, the percentage rising and just about to roll over into-
"Upload failed. Please retry."
"You best be joking," he hissed under his breath. 12 hours, the damned thing had taken, and now YouTube was telling him- hahaha, no. Nope. He clenched his fist into something far more threatening than his usual brofist, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed as he leaned perrilously close to the screen, and spat, "You load, right now, or I will rape you, so hard, ohoho, so hard, that... that..."
The pixels seemed to laugh at him, just repeating their message, over and over, smug little glints of evil, taunting that he couldn't even finish his insult. He threw his head back, exasperated, before slumping over onto the keyboard, the screen yelping out "frt5ghyju". He dragged his fingers down his cheeks till his eyes dragged with them and he groaned loudly, grunting and trying to just-
"Breathe, breathe... It's okay, I don't care, I don't even..."
"Upload failed. Please retry."
"Javla Helvete! Varför?! Varför skulle du göra detta?! Ahaha... Nej..." he whined, shaking his head, reminding himself not to kick out again; that always screwed up his knee, dammit.
"I heard Swedish!"
Like a dog responding to it's master's whistle, Cry trotted out, attentions perked, and if he'd had a tail it would have been wagging easily. He'd only just been getting dressed, so his hair was a little scruffy from where he'd pulled his hoody over his head, and he was pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, smiling, about to ask him what was up; when suddenly Pewdie turned. His jaw was set solid, his eyes wide, eyebrows dented down in rage.
Cry didn't need him to explain. When YouTube's being a bitch, nothing would console him.
Well. Maybe not quite nothing.
His beared his teeth in a smile, and uttered, "Bedroom, now."
Cry gulped and blinked. He loved it when Pewds was so demanding of him. But all the same he rubbed the back of his neck nervously; he'd only just gotten dressed and-
"Cry."
The look in his expression was deadly. As if he could snap at any moment.
"Yessir."
He didn't stammer, too afraid to hesitate as he tugged on his right sleeve, vanished into the darkness of his hoodie as he tugged it off, feeling sweat tingle on his palms, but he held onto it, close to his chest, as though thinking maybe Pewdie was joking.
Not this time. As soon as he was shirtless, Pewds was there, striding up to him, grabbing his shoulders roughly, not even kissing him before spinning him round, shoving him into the bedroom, and he tripped and stumbled onto the newly-made bed, catching himself quickly and squirming round onto his back, and backing himself up till he reached the wall. He gave a sheepish smile, but Pewdie wasn't playing. Ignoring his own shirt, he went straight to his belt.
Cry didn't know what to do. Pewds always smiled. Always. A-at least some kind of hint that he cared, that he saw this as something more than just two guys screwing. But not today. Today he was fed up with the waiting, the pretences... He dropped his jeans and glanced up at him. Cry shuddered a breath, telling himself he should get out of this situation but-
"Turn over."
What!? He flushed red; this was way too quick, even for them. He- he was still half-dressed! Blinking over and over, he cleared his throat, and dared whisper, "No."
"Cry. Please."
Yeah, it was a please, but he didn't mean it. It was just something to say, some way of trying to make him do this.
"Don't make this difficult."
There was a flicker of a threat in his shaded grey eyes as he stepped up to the very edge of the bed, kneeling up onto it, bedsprings trembling beneath him.
Cry shuddered, tried to back away again, but still didn't want to run. He was enjoying this. Wondering how far Pewds make take this. Trusting that he'd enjoy whatever happened anyway.
Their eyes locked, predator and prey as he slunk closer on all-fours, almost snarling as Cry's heart raced desperately. He tried to stay calm, tried not to appear quite so damned aroused, but the flush on his cheeks, the sweat on his palms, the anxious breathing...
He liked his lips nervously, shrunk away from him, as suddenly his claws latched onto his jeans, scraping down him briefly as he hurriedly unhooked his belt, dragged his protection away. The bulge in his boxers was already straining by the time Pewdie's hand scathed over it. He almost whimpered, but Pewds didn't seem to care.
His left eye twitched as he freed him and grabbed his hips in an instant, heaving him up and flipping him round, leaving him to flail and struggle awkwardly in a mess of limbs before he reared back up, fought against him, until one hand caught his shoulder, tugged him back, fingers digging into pressure points that made him jerk and buck while Pewdie's other hand hauled his hips back and-
No easing in, no lubricant, no fucking warning. Cry yelled out, struggled to get away, but his resistance only made it worse as he tightened up, seized up, and yelped out again, tears prickling in his eyes as he grit his teeth, let his shoulders roll back, eyes cringed shut at every push until suddenly the pleasure hit him like a brick to the face and he recoiled and gasped out, cursing and pleading with him to stop, all until this point.
Everything felt so easy as he heard Pewdie breathe out his name, husky and at least partially sane as he kissed the back of his neck as though in compensation, and his body felt weak and lust flooded through his veins at every hitch and push and throb and clench, and although it hurt him too he at least had masochism to soften the blow; he shuddered and panted and pushed on until the very last moment when he felt his body slump, all the uploading rage expelled in one swift sigh, and then he smiled again.
Cry was long-gone, only still upright because of Pewdie holding him there so tightly. As soon as he let go, he slumped forward onto his pillow, the fall causing him to pull out and Cry to whine again as his vision spun out of darkness, gasping and struggling to gulp as he regained his senses.
Pewdie lay next to him, chuckling and snickering, stroking his back carefully. "I, uh... thanks, bro," he murmured, almost shamefully.
Cry just opened his eyes slightly, smiled and whispered hoarsely, "N-no problem, f-friend... What I'm here for..." And then he laughed a little. "Are you... are you going to try to... upload it again?"
Pewdie rolled his eyes, but nodded his head.
"H-how long will it take?"
"If it's like last time, 12 freakin' hours..."
And Cry sighed in relief, gripped his hand and told him, "I should have recovered by then."