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Disturbance (Chapter 2 - Miscommunication)

Chapter below the cut; alternate links: Ao3 || FF

Welcome back! It's been a while, but I believe this chapter is finally done to my satisfaction and I appreciate my readers' patience. Felix and Tamora are both in for something a bit different than they expected.

In the aftermath, silence surrounded her. The battle had ended but everything hurt. Even her armor was gone; she couldn't remember why, only that it was of no help against the injuries she'd sustained.

She lay facedown and naked in a dimly-lit but familiar room, her head on her arms, and the silhouettes of distant furniture at the edges of her vision. At first she thought the cuts and scrapes were solely to blame for the irritation flaring across her back, but the feeling of sharp, wet drops intensified from a trickle to a stream within seconds. From somewhere above that she couldn't see, a hot, stinging liquid then poured down over her entire body like a warm bath, seeping into every open wound and scar. She twisted around in pain but felt no temptation to escape, and made no sound as the burning touch permeated her skin.

The solution flowed off of her onto the floor, and as it passed her line of sight she could faintly see it carrying away dirt, blood, and grime until it ran clear. Her skin still burned, but an invigorating tingling replaced the painful sear as though the wounds had been thoroughly cleaned. The hot fluid filled the cracks of the scars, and when she looked up she could see a reflection—the patterns on her body now glowed like stars against the ceiling, illuminating the room.

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Tamora awoke in confusion at the light coming in through the blinds, and the unusual softness of...her cot? No, this was Felix's bed. Why wasn't he here? Why was her head pounding? How did she...

As soon as she noticed the items on the nightstand and the scent of breakfast wafting from somewhere else in the apartment, the clarity—as much of it as she could have in her state—clotheslined her. A long night at Tapper's. Stumbling along the walls of GCS until she found her boyfriend's game. Vomiting in the grass after getting out of the tram car. Taking the elevator to the correct floor on muscle memory, falling into his room, and—

In a flash of panic, Tamora flung back the sheets. No blood. No evidence of anything sexual. She still wore her undersuit, and her armor lay in a neat pile at the foot of the bed.

It didn't matter. Whatever happened here, he'd still seen all of it. She couldn't face him now. If she put her cruiser out the window she could make a pretty clean getaway, it was a straight shot from the fire escape and—

She threw open the curtains and immediately recoiled when the rectangle of light pouring in from the screen outside beamed directly into her eyes. The ache in her head pulsed to her stomach as soon as she looked down at the ten-story drop, and she swayed on her feet. Nope. Not steady enough yet for that. She scrambled for the bowl on the nightstand and heaved out what was left in her from the previous night.

Of course Felix had refilled the water. With a sigh of relief she took a drink and collapsed back onto the bed.

Catching her breath, Tamora noticed for the first time that a plate with three generously-sized slices of toast and a scrambled egg hid behind the large bowl. No wonder the smell was so strong; the food was still warm. He must've just been in here while she was still out cold.

Without a second thought she dove into the meal, that spark of vitality already returning from having something other than alcohol in her system. It was pretty hard to mess up toast and eggs, but Felix was a fantastic cook, and even this routine breakfast had been made just right—crispy toast with a soft center, and fluffy eggs with just the right amount of salt and chives. He'd even made them fairly plainly, probably to avoid exacerbating her condition. The thought intensified the guilt already stabbing her from the inside.

She couldn't leave.

He could be back anytime and it wouldn't be fair to leave a mess anyway.

He was going to be upset.

This was all her fault, and she couldn't count on it having a simple solution.

Tamora had to redeem herself somehow. After finishing the last forkful of eggs and making a concerted effort to ignore the throbbing behind her eyes, she pulled the sheets off the bed and piled them up as neatly as she could. Thankful that she kept a few changes of clothes at the apartment, she removed and tossed her undersuit into the pile, and raided her footlocker for a clean set of clothing.

Pulling on a fresh T-shirt and sweatpants and with some sense of direction as to what she needed to do, her thoughts calmed enough that she registered for the first time the lack of kitchen-fussing noises from the other side of the door. Felix had probably been summoned to another repair job; the Nicelanders were always looking for excuses to hang out with him. For once this worked in her favor, giving her access to the rest of the apartment.

Tamora had to fix this somehow.

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After coaxing one of Norwood's cats down from his drapes long enough to repair the claw marks, Felix finally found himself returning to his own apartment. Grateful that the Nicelander had ultimately decided to handle the cat himself (following many unsuccessful attempts at herding the creature into the bathroom without upsetting her other feline housemates), the handyman made quicker work of the shredded upholstery than the cat had made of her guardian's shirt.

Tamora had slept in so far, and at least Felix could take comfort in knowing she was safe. She hadn't made a sound or asked him for anything all morning, and hadn't moved from her spot when he'd brought her breakfast. He couldn't shake the growing uneasiness that had hung over him since the previous night, some kind of fast-approaching impact he could feel but not see. It was all he could do to make sure she at least got the best sleep and meal he'd figured she'd had in days, and maybe he could find out what was bothering her if he was lucky. The hand kiss, the words she'd chosen when struggling to communicate with him...it had to mean something. Maybe she just needed a day with no expectations, nothing to worry about so she could reset and get her thoughts together. He had some board games in a cabinet somewhere, the refrigerator was stocked, he could put the Nicelanders on hold for the rest of the day while he gave his Lady Love some time. That could work.

He unlocked the door and opened it to find everything tidied. The makeshift bed he'd put together on the couch, the pans and plates he'd used to cook breakfast, the toaster he'd pulled towards the edge of the counter to keep an eye on it while scrambling the eggs...everything was clean and back in its original place. For a moment he fumbled through his short-term memory trying to figure out when he'd had the time to clean up before leaving, but it quickly became obvious that Tamora had taken care of it. Felix's chest tightened at the thought of her cleaning up after him in the undoubtedly painful state she was in, and his hands began to sweat as he moved to open the bedroom door.

He found her sitting on the edge of the bare mattress, bent over with her face in her hands, legs tensing slightly at the sound of the door creaking open. She'd gotten dressed, and piled the bedsheets into the hamper. The water had been consumed and the bowl washed after its use.

Felix stood in the doorway, waiting for Tamora to give any indication that she had something to say. The absence of any response proved too stifling for him to endure after ten seconds of silence.

"Mornin', love. How're you feeling?" His voice wavered. "Thank you for cleaning up but you really didn't hav—"

"I want you to tell me what I did last night. Don't sugarcoat it."

"Well—" he noticed her fingers twitch and continued in a whisper. "You left a big gash in the hallway from your armor, but it's nothin' my hammer can't fix. And you couldn't stand or walk that well, so you fell into the room and scared me half to death. I tried to get you ready for bed but you thought we were—" he blushed "—tryin' to, uhh...make love."

At the mention of the last item her head snapped up, fully at attention after a wince and rub of her neck. He almost jumped out of his skin, between seeing her suddenly move so quickly and the uncanny panic in her eyes that bore straight through him.

He placed a hand on her knee. "Nothing really intrusive happened. You kissed me a bit and went for my shirt. I couldn't push you off, but I pulled myself out from under you and told you we weren't about to do that when you weren't in your right mind. You looked like you understood, and rolled off me."

She exhaled sharply and nodded for him to continue.

"Then..." he blushed again. "You kissed my hand and told me you were sorry...and I think you went 'n fell asleep afterwards. I took the rest of your armor and tucked you in."

She shook her head and held out one arm, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Tam?"

He placed his hand on her shoulder and leaned in. She wrapped her arm around him at a cautious pace usually reserved for picking up an injured comrade, pausing every few seconds as though in fear of hurting him.

"I don't know how to tell you how sorry I am," she rasped out.

Returning the hug, Felix could feel her heartbeat pounding through his entire torso. He rubbed his thumb against her shoulder.

"I'm okay. Tamora Jean, I know you. You wouldn't do something like that to me."

"I almost did. And if I had, you wouldn't have been able to knock me off."

"Honeybadger, you could hardly sit up or crawl. You couldn't even get the buttons undone on my pajamas. I get the feelin' you would've passed out on me in a few more minutes anyway. Why don’t you just take it easy today, and let me know what you—"

He felt Tamora's arms tense, and he looked up at her.

"Are you alright?"

She released him and backed away.

"Felix, this isn't a joke. I never should've gotten to that point—look at us! If I didn't get your message then what did you plan on doing? I could've seriously..." she turned away and cursed in frustration.

"Tammy, I worry about you when you're out on duty, or when you barely make it home like last night. And...and it did scare me a bit when you jumped on me like that. But I was afraid that you wouldn't understand me that way, that something was wrong. Not that you'd do it on purpose."

"I don't know whether you're justifying this to me or to yourself but think of what could've happened! Look—" She made a loop around his wrist by touching her thumb to her middle finger and lightly shook it back and forth. There was enough room for his arm to rattle around slightly in the empty space.

When he gave no response but a confused look, Tamora stood up and paced the room, her voice increasing in volume.

"What if I'd jumped on you too hard and broken something? Forget movin' me, how would you even get away? Or if I'd gotten your clothes off? How could you ever trust me again?"

Felix had seen all manner of fury in Tamora's face before; with her life circumstances he didn't blame her. But for all the indications to the contrary, it wasn't anger, not as far as he could tell. For the first time he'd ever seen it in her waking state...it looked like fear.

"Darlin' I—"

"What do you get for putting up with this? If it ever happens again I want you to swing and swing hard, I've been in plenty of fistfights and I can take—"

"No! That's just awful, why would you think I should ever go and do that to you?" His face twisted into an expression of pure horror. He wouldn’t have looked more hurt if she’d struck him herself, and the intrusive thought caused Tamora to falter before she found words once again.

"Wh...why do I think that? Why don't you have any sense of self-preservation? You're not taking this seriously! You're more scandalized at the thought of protecting yourself than about what I did!"

"You've given me no reason not to trust you! Maybe it took you a bit but as soon as you got a good look at me you stopped—!"

A pounding noise echoed through the room from the floor below. Tamora shook her head and sighed.

"The first thing you ever did when we met was pull a loaded weapon right over your chest. I should've known better."

She ran a hand up her face and groaned in frustration.

"We're not getting anywhere. You think the sun shines right out my ass. Whatever it is you see in me doesn't exist. I don't know where you got this idea of me from but you don't have to worry about it anymore." She stormed out of the bedroom and he followed her to the main living space of the apartment.

"Tamora…"

The sergeant whipped around, and froze him on the spot with a stare that looked to contain all the fight she had left in her.

"Don't tell me you were never afraid of what I was doing. Then or before."

An unpleasant heat prickled through his whole body under her stare and he averted his eyes. At the door sat their boots side-by-side, hers dwarfing his. Behind him on the bedroom floor laid a pile of armor heavier than he was. A half-disassembled rifle's pieces spread out across their guest table; the weapon in its totality was too large for him to lift for more than a few seconds. He hung his head and chanced a look at her again. The stare had been replaced with an expression of exhausted pity.

"I don't blame you. If you knew the half of it you'd never have agreed to this." She clenched her jaw, swallowed, and the flicker of vulnerability in her voice hid itself again. "I'm going out."

"Wait! Are you—"

She snatched her boots, pulled the door shut behind her, and the sound of her footsteps faded off in the direction of the elevator.

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#oooo I wasn’t expecting an update today!!#we’ve seen various aspects of their height difference explored in fic before but never like this #as someone who blames herself for what happened to brad it makes sense that tamora is constantly afraid of hurting people she cares about #and there is a built-in vulnerability to felix simply due to their difference in size #I’m really interested to see where this goes #rec

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sgtcalhouns · 12 days ago

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Tiny Flame

(( Helloooo everybody! Firstly, thank you for your patience as I've taken a break from 'Love's Retribution' and recovering from writer's block in general. I've been able to start chipping away at that story once more, thanks to this fic that you are about to read, which does take place in the Western setting, but with Ralph/Felix instead! Very spicy/NSFW under the Readmore, I hope you enjoy!

Tagging some Pals: @shitpost-it-tristan @sgtcalhouns @bashfulgnome ))

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Sitting on a stool by the furnace, Ralph struck a match. A tiny flame sparked to life, and he brought it close to the cigarette in his mouth, then paused.

Felix didn’t like the smell of cigarette smoke.

With a sigh, the large man shook the match out and placed the roll of tobacco back in his case. Closing the tin and stuffing it back into his jacket pocket, he glanced at the kid tucked into the straw bed behind him.

Quietly, he stood up and walked to a nearby window, moving a curtain to peek outside. Beyond the fortifying boards and heavy snowfall, Ralph could see the handyman’s home, still lit.

He chewed on his tongue a moment, then approached the sleeping girl. Tucking a loose strand of her raven hair behind her ear was enough to cause a stir.

“R-ralph?” Vanellope mumbled. “What is it?”

“Hey kid,” he replied softly. “I’m gonna check in on Felix, maybe chat for a while. Just wanted you to know in case you woke up and I’m not here.”

“Okay.”

“Remember to stay put till I’m back. You’ll get blown away if you go outside alone.”

Ralph made the girl giggle with a tickle to her stomach.

“I’m gonna stay r-right here where it's w-w-warm,” Vanellope snuggled back under her blanket. “Can you thank him again for letting us stay for me?”

“Sure, kid,” the giant smiled. “Sleep tight.” Ralph’s face instantly stung when he exited the workshop, the frigid wind pelting him with snow. With one hand on the clothing line tied between the handyman’s home and workshop, he slowly made his way to the other side. Stepping up on the small porch, he rapped his cold knuckles on the door, which opened soon after.

“Ralph!” Felix exclaimed as he saw the giant's silhouette in his doorframe. “Quick, get in.”

The handyman promptly closed the door after his friend, locking it back in place with a board.

“Land sakes, Ralph, what possessed you to go out in all that?” the small man huffed as he dusted snowflakes from his hair and clothes.

“You,” Ralph answered simply, only realizing how it sounded when the handyman stopped to stare. “I-I mean, I wanted to check on you. Storm hasn’t let up for a few days, so I wanted to ensure you were alright.”

“Oh, well, I appreciate that,” Felix said, genuinely touched. “And I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t worried about you two either. Do you and Vanellope have everything you need over there?”

“We do, much thanks to you.”

The pair exchanged companionable smiles before the handyman gestured to a rack by the fireplace.

“Go on and place your wet clothes by the fire to dry. Would you like some tea?”

“Sure.”

Ralph knelt by the hearth, removing his soggy boots before hanging his coat on a peg. And while Felix busied himself at the stove, Ralph checked that his shirt was tucked in nicely, smoothing the wrinkles with his large hands. Approaching the kitchen table, he took the cup that had been poured for him.

“Thank you,” he said, sitting down alongside his gracious host.

“I sure hope this lets up soon,” Felix sighed as his home rattled when the wind hit it just right.

Ralph took in the handyman’s worried expression. “You think this and the workshop will hold?”

“They’ll hold,” Felix answered confidently. “I’m more concerned about the older homes along the outskirts of town…We’ll be mighty busy clearing snow off roofs soon, that’s for certain.”

Ralph nodded and sipped his tea, surprised by the unfamiliar yet almost wintergreen flavor.

“That’s good stuff,” he said, licking his lips. “What is it?”

“Birch,” Felix smiled. “Once winter starts to set in, I gather some twigs and let them steep in a jar.”

“Huh…ya learn somethin’ new every day,” Ralph chuckled. It seemed the handyman had many tricks up his sleeve like that, which made him all the more grateful for their current arrangement.

They continued their conversations well past when the tea was emptied from their cups, sharing knowledge and swapping stories. Ralph enjoyed making his companion laugh with the many misadventures he and Vanellope had together on the road.

“—So yeah, guess I’m still livin’ up to my nickname,” he chuckled, tying one last story in a bow.

“It seems you two have gotten yourselves in trouble just about everywhere,” Felix smiled, leaning on the table. A measure of admiration in his blue eyes made Ralph’s heart skip a beat.

“Yeah…” he replied, his face suddenly feeling warm. The conversation lulled, only adding to his nerves as he thought of the best way to bring up what he’d wanted to all evening.

“Hey, uh—Can I ask you a personal question?” he finally managed after clearing his throat.

The smaller man across from him shrugged. “Sure.”

“Have you ever been with a woman before?”

Felix’s eyebrows arched upward.

“As in—” he laced his fingers together symbolically, his face flushing when Ralph nodded. “Ah…No. No, I haven’t.”

“Then…I’m guessing you haven’t been with any men either.”

The handyman’s eyes grew wide. “That’s an option?” he said just above a whisper.

His genuine awe made Ralph chuckle. “For some, it is.”

Felix nodded, not seeming to realize why the giant was asking these questions in the first place. “Have you been with men?”

“I have,” Ralph swallowed. “Does…does that bother you?”

“Why would it?”

The giant smiled. And not wanting to taint the handyman’s virtue with an answer, he simply offered a shrug.

“Were you worried I would mind?” Felix asked softly.

Ralph's expression turned sheepish. “A little,” he admitted.

“Then…why tell me at all?”

“I don’t know. For honesty’s sake?” Ralph scratched behind his ear. “And well…I thought… maybe there was a chance you might have had the same inclination.”

“Oh. Ooh—” the handyman’s eyes widened again after the gears turned. “W-well, I don’t rightly know…”

“I-it’s alright,” Ralph shot up from his chair. “I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. I-I’ll see myself out.”

“Wait!” Felix followed, grasping his friend's arm. “I didn’t mean it like that. H-how would I know what I don’t know?”

Ralph blinked, looking into the handyman’s eyes.

“If I had the same inclination…how would I know?” he rephrased. His soft tone and serious expression gave Ralph all the indication that Felix was sincere in his curiosity. And perhaps deep down, he already knew the answer.

The room was silent as the two regarded each other, save for the soft crackle of the fireplace. Wordlessly, Ralph moved one of his large hands to the smaller man’s jaw, caressing and gently lifting it. Felix gulped but didn’t shy away at the touch, his breath hitching as the giant leaned down to capture his lips.

The connection lingered only briefly before Ralph pulled away to gauge reaction. He was amused by how the handyman’s eyes remained closed after, his small frame swooning ever so slightly.

“How’d that feel?” Felix’s eyes fluttered open at the question, as though he’d been dreaming.

“Warm,” he replied with a grin. “Like the sun. Did you feel that too?”

“I did,” Ralph chuckled.

“And my heart—” Felix took a deep breath. “Oh, my heart is racing! Could we do that again?”

Relieved, Ralph was happy to oblige, indulging in a few more seconds this time. Felix requested a couple more, the warm feeling growing hotter with each kiss. And by their fourth, want became need, causing an indescribable ache when they broke apart for air. “Ralph…” The handyman spoke softly, his voice trembling. “I think I’m inclined.”

The large man holding him laughed. “I gathered that much,” he said.

“But I…How do we—how does this work?” Felix knew the basic functions between a man and a woman, but something didn’t quite add up where two gentlemen were concerned.

“E-oh boy,” Ralph said, suddenly reminded that the handyman was completely and utterly new to this. “Maybe we should sit back down a moment.”

“Did I say something wrong?” Felix fidgeted as he dipped back into his seat.

“No, no… I just want to make sure that you really want to—” Ralph put his fingers together in that gestural way the handyman used earlier. “To be with me like that. Y’know, for your first time.”

Felix nodded in understanding, but the poor man soon looked on the verge of tears.

“I’m not a stranger to affection,” he explained. “I’ve had it placed upon my cheeks and lips by a few women through the years. But none of them have given me elation like yours has. I always thought maybe something was wrong with me. In a town full of people I care deeply for, I’ve always felt so lonely…I’m only just realizing why.”

Ralph placed a comforting hand on the smaller man’s knee, rubbing with his thumb. “It’s okay if you need time.”

“I want to know it,” Felix resolved after some quiet consideration. “If you are truly willing to share...I want to know what intimacy of that nature is like. It seemed right; I felt safe in your arms. Anything you would normally do, I want to try.”

Ralph was stunned by the handyman’s admission, his heart pounding in his chest.

“We can start slow,” he responded. “You…you’ve indulged yourself before?”

Felix nodded bashfully. “Good,” the giant smiled. “We can do things similar to that. But, um— to answer your question from earlier. There is a place down south which both men and women share.”

The handyman’s face was nearly priceless when the thought clicked.

“There?” he gaped.

“Mhm,” Ralph chuckled.

“And it feels…good?”

“When done right, very,” Ralph smirked as the handyman mulled things over. “We don’t have to. Just know you’d be in good hands.”

Felix couldn’t help the blush lighting up his face. “I’ll think about it,” he squeaked.

The giant's shoulders shook with a soft rumbling of laughter. And standing up, Ralph leaned over the smaller man’s frame and held out his hand.

Staring upwards, Felix accepted Ralph’s assistance, the glow on his cheeks deepening as they stood close. He tilted his chin upward as his companion bowed his head, welcoming the affection placed on his lips wholeheartedly.

Quicker than last time, things grew hot inside the handyman’s stomach. Breathing heavily, he allowed Ralph’s hands and lips to explore. And little by little, he relaxed in the giant’s arms, melting into each wonderful touch.

“Ah—!” Felix gasped when a large hand goosed his rear, laughing at his friend's mischievous smile from above.

With a satisfied hum, Ralph’s smile softened. His thick fingers traced the bottom edge of Felix’s belt, close to where he wanted to touch next. Receiving a nod, he cupped the front of the handyman’s jeans in his palm, rubbing gently.

Felix’s knees nearly gave out from the sensation, and he was thankful Ralph still had a good hold on him from behind should they fail him completely. As Ralph continued, Felix latched onto his broad shoulders, shuddering.

Every whimper, every suppressed moan, Ralph delighted in them all. Feeling the handyman grow hard under his careful fondling, he guided them towards the bed. The mattress was small, but he could make do.

Perching on its edge, Ralph turned Felix around and steered the smaller man by the hips to sit between his legs. With the handyman’s back leaning on his chest, Ralph continued stroking him from behind with one hand, while the other worked to undo his belt and fly. Felix took a shaky breath as Ralph paused to moisten his fingers with some spit, jumping at the following unobstructed contact.

“Am I going too fast?” the giant eased off.

Felix gulped. The way Ralph’s voice rumbled in his ear made him shiver. “I-It’s just all so…overwhelming.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No,” Felix pleaded, gripping the larger man’s knee. “It’s the good kind of overwhelming.”

Ralph smiled; that’s all he needed to hear.

Reaching again below the handyman’s underdrawers, he toyed with his slickened fingers. And only when Felix had fully hardened under his touch did he push aside the cloth to reveal the erection in full.

“Look at you.”

Felix peered down along with the man straddling his hips, his face growing hot at the sight of his arousal in the giant’s gentle grip. Ralph placed a kiss on his temple, letting a few moments sink in before pumping.

“Oh—” Felix’s torso curled forward before returning to press against the giant's chest, and his hands reflexively grasped Ralph’s thighs beside him. “Oh my land…”

While Felix had indeed indulged himself before, it never felt quite like this. And receiving this kind of pleasure at the hands of someone else only added to the excitement buzzing in his chest.

Ralph adjusted their positions slightly, pulling the handyman more flush against his groin, and Felix could feel a bulge rubbing against his rear in tandem with the giant’s hand.

“Fuck,” the man behind him huffed, keeping his rhythm steady.

A searing heat took hold in Felix’s abdomen, and he closed his eyes, unable to stop the soft moans while he anticipated release. “Ralph!” he gasped as he was on the edge.

Hearing his name uttered that way brought the giant great satisfaction, and the way the handyman unravelled soon after was the cherry on top. When Felix finally went slack against his chest, Ralph kissed the top of his golden brown hair. Taking in the afterglow, Felix’s fingers grazed Ralph’s knees as he regulated his breathing.

“You good?” Ralph inquired, leaning to get a clearer view of his friend’s face.

Felix peered back at Ralph from the corners of his eyes. A smile broke across his cheeks as he laughed softly.

“Yes,” he said, much to the giant’s relief. “H-here, let me get you a rag.”

Felix stood up from the bed, leaving Ralph's lap empty. He timidly cleaned himself off, then handed a fresh cloth to his companion.

Ralph smirked, wiping the sticky mess from his hand. He couldn’t help but stare at the handyman, practically glowing in the firelight. Felix stared back, looking as if he wanted to say something, but was too shy.

“How was that for you?” Ralph broke the ice for him.

“It was good,” Felix blushed. “Real good.”

“Good,” the giant smiled, trying to quell the ache for Felix to be right back where he was between his thighs. It would appear that his companion was apprehensive about continuing...

“Ralph,” The petite man tangled his fingers. “Could I—can we kiss again?”

“Absolutely,” Ralph beamed. “As much as you want.”

Felix approached the bedside, gently holding either side of the giant's face. Standing, he looked deep into Ralph's amber eyes before closing the remaining gap.

When they parted, the handyman looked again, taking in every bit of the face he held so amorously.

“You’re a handsome man, ‘Wreck-It’ Ralph.”

A blush formed on the giant’s cheeks, and a part of him felt like a sap for doing so. But something in the way Felix said them made him hang on every word. It wasn’t often that people appreciated his physicality, let alone expressed it in such a kindhearted way.

Ralph was all the more eager to seize the handyman’s lips a second time, his large hands reeling Felix in by the hips. Panting between passionate kisses, Felix knelt on the mattress to straddle Ralph’s lap.

“Ah—” Ralph was quick to maximize their contact, far more desperate for the handyman than he imagined. His right hand cupping Felix’s rear, his central fingers curled downward to add a pleasurable pressure that made the man on top of him sigh.

“You like that?” Ralph inquired, smirking when the handyman nodded. “Well…do you want to know what it feels like when I’m inside you?”

Felix gulped, his face red all over. “You’ve done this before?” he asked.

“A bunch.”

“And the fellows you’ve done it with; they’ve liked it?”

“Every single one,” Ralph kept rubbing with his fingers, making the handyman groan.

“...D-does it hurt at all?”

Ralph paused, gingerly touching his friend’s timid face.

“There may be times where it can feel uncomfortable since it’d be your first,” he answered truthfully. “The trick is to take our ease, and if you don’t like it, we’ll stop. I don’t want to hurt you, Felix.”

As he considered things, the handyman draped his arms around Ralph's wide shoulders. Closing his eyes, he soaked in the gentle way the giant held him, how tenderly and honestly he spoke. Again, Felix felt nothing but safe.

“Okay,” he nodded. “W-what do we need to do?”

Ralph chuckled at the handyman’s pragmatic approach. “Well, for starters, we could take off these clothes,” he suggested.

Felix blushed, his arms retracting to begin unbuttoning his blue top. Ralph helped him shuck it away, caressing his bare torso with admiration. The handyman then began to undo Ralph’s red flannel, marveling at how much hair covered the brawny chest underneath.

“Go on,” the giant laughed, as if reading his friend's mind.

Shyly, Felix placed his hands just below Ralph’s collarbone, his fingers tangling in the soft brown hairs. His eyes and hands slowly drifted downward, following the trail to Ralph’s belt. And despite his nerves, Felix uncoiled the piece of leather from its silver buckle.

Ralph sighed, the tightness in his jeans finally relieved. He watched the handyman undoing his button and fly, wondering how far he would go.

“Oh goodness—” Felix shied away after a brief feel, his face burning. How would that even begin to fit?

It took all Ralph had in him not to laugh—Felix was an excitable little thing.

Gathering back up his courage, the handyman reached down again, moving the band of Ralph’s underdrawers out of the way. Gently, unsurely, Felix moved his palm along the length of his friend’s member.

Ralph groaned, bucking his hips for more contact. “You are driving me crazy,” he thought aloud.

“S-sorry!” Felix panicked.

“No, it’s okay,” Ralph was quick to reassure. “I just need to keep reminding myself you’re new. Please, keep doing what you’re doing. Just know you can be a lot firmer.”

Felix’s mouth opened with a silent ‘oh,’ and he pressed his palm harder against Ralph’s shaft while continuing the up and down motion. And before long, the man underneath him was a sweaty mess, grunting like a bear.

“Fuck,” Ralph’s grip on the handyman’s hips tightened as his pleasure quickly rose. “Just like that.”

Felix watched the giant’s face with awe, pure bliss forcing his amber eyes closed with brows knitted together.

Holding his breath, Ralph assisted with a few more desperate movements before letting it all out with a deep guttural sound. Felix felt the giant shudder, and warm spurts of cum covered his hand.

Ralph laughed between breaths when he saw the handyman’s look of astonishment. “Thank you,” he sighed after riding out his pleasure.

“It was that good?” Felix queried, unsure what to do with his dirtied hand. “I feel like I barely did anything.”

“As I said, you were driving me crazy,” Ralph grinned. Standing, he placed the handyman on his feet, and grabbing the rag from earlier, he held it out.

“I think I’m going to use the wash for this,” Felix tittered. Stepping to the cabinet, he poured water into the basin and cleaned his hands with soap.

While the handyman scrubbed away, Ralph shrugged, wiping himself off with the cloth before peeling off his jeans and underdrawers. Sitting back on the mattress, he waited patiently, taking the moment to admire Felix’s backside. And as the smaller man dried his hands, a thought came to mind.

“Could you bring that over here?” Ralph asked, pulling a stool by the fireplace near the bedside.

“Sure,” the handyman picked up the basin and brought it to the spot as requested.

Ralph took the cloth that Felix had used and placed it on the lip of the basin before reaching for the top hem of the handyman’s jeans.

“May I?”

Felix nodded softly, gulping as Ralph unclothed him completely. Kicking the fabric from his feet, the handyman blushed. Compared to his companion’s muscular physique, he felt the view he provided was nothing much.

“Beautiful,” Ralph said after drinking him in, which darkened the red hue on Felix’s face. Wetting the rag in the soapy basin, the giant wrung it out before coaxing the handyman to turn.

“What are you doing?” Felix flinched slightly when the cold, wet cloth touched his rear.

“Makin’ sure you’re nice and clean,” Ralph answered, wiping carefully. “Thought you might like that.”

Felix indeed appreciated the gesture, allowing his friend to continue with a nod. Once done, Ralph wrung out the cloth and set it aside.

“Here, lie down,” the giant said, patting the mattress. And as Felix lay on his back, Ralph walked to his jacket by the fireplace and pulled the special gun oil he kept for occasions like this from its pocket.

Returning to the bedside, he put the natural oil on his fingers. “I’m going to start with my hands,” Ralph explained. With a small gulp, Felix acknowledged.

Kneeling on the mattress, Ralph used his un-oiled hand to place light erotic touches on the handyman, starting from the neck and down to his pelvis. He could feel Felix tense underneath him as he ventured even lower.

“Try to relax,” Ralph murmured, kissing the handyman’s quivering knee.

Closing his eyes, Felix drew in a breath and slowly let it out of his nose, trying to focus on the present moment rather than the anticipation. Smiling, Ralph continued, caressing the handyman’s flacid cock.

Felix hummed, enjoying the familiar strokes before Ralph introduced the newer sensation. The handyman felt that strange yet pleasurable pressure as Ralph teased with the pad of his finger.

“Unh—” Felix flinched as the digit penetrated slightly. Ralph retracted, continuing the soft teasing until he received a soft nod. Pushing in again, he went slightly further, waiting some time before retracting again.

Taking pauses to apply more gun oil, the pair slowly made progress. And as they went on, Felix knew more about what to expect, allowing him to relax more easily.

With a proud smile, Ralph pressed in a final time, his finger extended inside the handyman’s rectum. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss upon Felix’s lips. “How do you feel?” he asked.

“Full,” the handyman answered after another mindful breath.

Ralph leaned further, propping on his elbow at Felix’s side. Slowly, he pulled his finger out most of the way before pushing back in, repeating the steady motion until a soft moan met his ears. That sound— it was like the sweetest music. Craving more, Ralph pressed in halfway and curled his finger upward.

Felix gasped, his back arching reflexively, and when the giant made the same motion, he choked back another moan.

“There’s a howlin’ storm outside. The only person who’s gonna hear you is me,” Ralph mumbled, curling his digit again to rub that sweet spot. “I wanna hear you…”

His pleasure rising with each press, Felix could hardly contain his voice even if he wanted to. He let out a loud whimper as an electric wave shot through him.

“That’s it,” the giant chuckled, quickening his pace.

The handyman squirmed beneath him, panting. “R-ralph!” he cried out with elation. Soon after, an overwhelming pleasure made him lose his senses, a sharp cry escaping his throat as intense waves crashed against him over and over...

His breath ragged, Felix felt like he was slowly returning to his body, unsure of where he had gone. Blinking away the spots in his eyes, he stared into the face of the man beside him.

“Well Goddamn,” Ralph seemed about as surprised as he was. Impressed even.

All Felix could do was laugh. Starting soft and raspy, they grew until genuine tears filled his eyes.

“Lands…I didn’t know,” the handyman sniffed. “I didn’t know a person could feel like that.”

“You’re gonna have to tell me,” Ralph grinned. “'Cause I haven’t seen a reaction quite that strong.”

“Really?”

“You were screaming, sweetheart.”

“I was?” Felix felt like he was burning.

“Oh yeah,” Ralph chuckled, pecking the handyman’s mortified face. “Now, don’t go and be embarrassed; I loved it— asked for it.”

The giant continued placing his affections, effectively reducing Felix’s embarrassment.

“It felt like—” the handyman paused to think about it. “Gosh, I don’t even know where to begin…You haven’t felt it before?”

“Not in a long while. I like givin’ too much,” Ralph grinned. “Seeing you like that—enjoying yourself— that’s what makes me feel good.”

Felix gave a bashful smile, his fingers coming together again to fidget. “I did enjoy myself,” he said.

“Well…I’ve a lot more to give if you want it.”

“Yes,” the handyman uttered with a nod.

His heart fluttering, Ralph captured the handyman’s lips. With one arm wrapped around Felix’s back, he moved them so that he could stand at the edge of the bedside between the smaller man’s legs. It was a beautiful sight to behold as Ralph looked down at Felix’s naked, aroused body.

“Start nice and slow, like before,” the small man requested.

“I will,” Ralph leaned down for one more kiss before lubricating himself with the gun oil.

Primed and ready, the giant lightly bent his knees to align himself with Felix’s entrance, teasing with his head before pushing forward. Ralph had gotten just the tip in before the handyman quickly pressed a hand to his abdomen.

“Did that hurt?” the giant asked after slowly pulling out.

Felix had to think for a moment. While Ralph’s finger was thick, his penis was moreso, and the stretching the handyman felt was more intense than he’d anticipated.

Shaking his head, Felix removed his hand from Ralph's torso.

“I started feeling pressure and got scared that it was going to hurt,” he explained. “You’re just so…big.”

Ralph nodded, moving a hand along the smaller man’s thigh in a soothing motion.

“What can I do to help you stay calm?”

Felix reached out his arms, and Ralph took the hint. Propping one knee on the mattress, he engulfed the handyman’s tiny frame.

“Kiss me,” Felix sighed, his arms wrapping around the giant’s shoulders. Ralph obliged, introducing some tongue.

“I’m going to try again, okay?” he said after some proper necking.

Felix nodded, closing his eyes and melting into the large hand that caressed his face. After another tender kiss, the handyman felt that same pressure from before, making him clutch the giant’s shoulders. Ralph stopped, staying where he was until Felix’s fingers relaxed.

Comforted by Ralph’s closeness, Felix was able to keep his breath steady and his nerves relatively at bay. And before long, he could feel the giant’s pelvis become flush with the back of his thighs.

“You alright?” Ralph checked in, remaining still so the handyman could acclimate.

“Mhm,” Felix nodded after another breath.

“Hardest parts over,” Ralph pecked his cheek. “You did so well.”

The handyman blushed at the praise, soaking in Ralph’s size before he pulled out slowly. Felix pouted inwardly at how empty he felt once his partner withdrew completely. He must have made a face, given how the giant chuckled with a soft “Hang on,” as he reapplied lubricant.

Lining himself up again, Ralph felt the handyman’s muscles welcome him in, allowing him to slide up to the hilt with ease. Letting out a soft groan, he voiced his pleasure.

“God, you feel incredible.”

The giant slowly began to move his hips back and forth as he stood off the side of the bed, keeping a close eye on his partner’s reactions.

His mouth slightly agape, Felix’s eyes had visibly darkened since Ralph had begun his shallow movements. And after a minute of slow and steady thrusting, he clutched at the sheets with a soft whimper. This encouraged the giant to keep going, gradually building his pace. But getting lost in his bliss, Ralph skipped a beat, unconsciously making up for it with a quicker and deeper lunge.

“Shit, sorry,” He halted altogether when he heard the man below him gasp. “Did I hurt you?”

Felix’s face was hard to read, but he appeared stunned as he stared back up at the giant.

“Do that again.”

Those words took Ralph aback for a moment, but he fulfilled the request. He got the same reaction as before, but could now see the sparkle in his friend’s eyes.

“Keep doing that,” the handyman instructed, much to Ralph’s pleasant surprise. It seemed Felix wasn’t quite as fragile as he looked.

Holding his tiny waist firmly in his hands, Ralph thrusted into Felix with more power behind them. The adjustment had an immediate effect, making the handyman moan louder, with a rosy hue breaking out on his chest.

Each time the giant drove into him, Felix felt that same overwhelming pleasure he’d gotten when Ralph used his finger. It began in his core and radiated outward, making his skin tingle. It was as if he was being touched all over in the best possible ways at once, and he needed more.

“Harder,” he panted.

Ralph was amazed. Most of the men he’d had sex with were sturdily built like he was, yet none were quite so willing to take a pounding. Somehow, this tiny man was able to handle all of him so effortlessly, giving Ralph the confidence to let loose completely.

Grunting, the giant gladly did what was asked, the bedframe banging against the adjacent wall in sync with the rocking of his hips. Sensing his climax coming, Ralph slowed to a halt, breathing heavily. Peering down, he marveled at the hot mess of a man below him. Felix's skin was glistening in a soft wash of pink, with thin fingers mussing his golden-brown hair.

“You’re like a dream,” the giant huffed, clasping a hand to Felix’s rear with a hearty ‘smack.’ The handyman flinched, but let out a ragged moan after. “I wanna fill you up, give you all I have…”

Ralph emphasized his point with a sharp thrust, enjoying the pure bliss on Felix's face as he took it.

“Please,” the handyman begged.

“You want that?”

“Yes!” Felix gasped as Ralph slammed into him again.

Grinning, the giant wrapped one hand around the handyman’s erection, while the other stayed clamped to his backside. Beginning to thrust again, Ralph pumped his fist in tandem, making the smaller man writhe.

Felix could feel the proverbial coil tightening in his stomach, quickly followed by a burst of euphoric energy as he saw stars.

Ralph basked in Felix’s sounds of exhilaration, watching the small man tremble as he rode out his pleasure. And with a few more primal thrusts, the giant achieved his release, filling the handyman with his warmth. Groaning, Ralph kept up his deep pelvic movements until he was finally emptied.

With a satisfied sigh, Ralph leaned down to press his lips to Felix’s forehead and envelop him in a comforting presence. The handyman lazily wrapped his arms around his thick neck in return, curiously not making a peep as Ralph continued his doting.

“Falling asleep?” the giant chuckled.

“Nh-hn,” Felix shook his head softly. “Just peaceful…Did I scream again?”

“You did,” the handyman let out a defeated sigh at his answer. “Hey, you were incredible.”

Ralph pecked the small man’s lips, eliciting a smile.

“So were you. Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Ralph smiled, pushing himself upwards. “This next bit might feel odd.”

Scootching Felix’s lower half a bit further off the mattress, the giant gently pulled out. Following Ralph’s length, the handyman felt cum dripping from his hole, giving him goosebumps.

Ralph reached toward the basin at the bedside and wetted the rag resting on its lip. Starting with the cute little spurts dotting his partner’s chest and stomach, he worked his way down. Rinsing the cloth a few times, he made sure to get all the excess oil and mess off of themselves.

“More might come out later,” the giant warned with one last wipe along Felix’s rear. “It’s normal.”

The handyman nodded, sitting up on the mattress as Ralph began to redress. With some hesitation, he picked up his garments as well.

Buttoning his jeans, Ralph did a double-take at his friend's dejected face. “Hey…” he said, lifting the handyman’s chin with a finger.

“I know you gotta get back to your girl,” Felix’s eyes glistened in the firelight. “But…what does tomorrow mean? Do we just pretend like all this didn’t happen?”

“No…Well,” Ralph's heart sank with the reality. “I would like to keep it discreet, for our sakes and the kid’s. But I certainly don’t want to act like all this was nothing; that would be cruel, and not at all how I feel.”

Felix looked into Ralph’s eyes, uncertainty etched on his face.

“It's just that—” Ralph gulped. “—most times it's me and another fellow fulfilling needs or just having some fun before I leave town and find the next job.”

Felix nodded, eyes downcast. He understood Ralph was simply willing to slake his curiosity; that they both had things to gain from their experience. It was unfair of him to pine for anything more, yet he couldn’t help the soft pang in his heart, knowing it was over.

“Let me finish,” Ralph lifted the handyman's chin again, a doleful smile on his lips. “The truth is…you’re the first guy I’ve caught feelings for in some time, and I don’t know what to do. Any way I slice it, it’s going to sting when the inevitable happens.

“Whether it's as soon as the ground thaws, or I bungle myself out of another opportunity soon after. All I know how to do is run…You don’t want to get yourself tangled with a guy like me.”

Felix felt he was seeing a brand new side of the giant. Despite having a temper, Ralph tended to present himself as calm and collected. It was endearing to see him stumble over his words as he messily displayed his innermost feelings.

“And I was trying to play it casual ‘cause I thought it’d prevent you from getting hurt, but I already fucked that up—”

“Ralph…”

“—and that’s all I do; I ruin things. Every time, no matter how hard I try, and…I feel like I’m rambling, am I rambling?”

“Yes,” Felix tittered, his hands reaching up to hold either side of the giant’s face. Ralph gulped, his heart beating loudly in his chest as he stared down at the handyman.

“W-well, I guess long answer short…I care for you, and I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t. Especially after all that wholesomeness we just shared. I’m just…afraid.”

“It’s alright, Ralph,” Felix grinned, having heard what he needed many words ago. “I care for you too…We can take this one day at a time.”

One day at a time, Ralph liked the sound of that. A soft smile on his lips, he pressed his palm against one of the hands Felix held against his jaw.

“I can stay longer,” he offered.

“Nah,” Felix chuckled. “I’ll be fine. You should get back to Vanellope. Storm willin’, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Ralph confirmed with a gentle peck on the handyman’s lips.

Both men finished dressing, and Ralph turned with his back to the door once he’d slipped on his coat. And exchanging gentle goodbyes, Ralph braved the weather once again to return to the workshop.

Vanellope had slept through him coming in, and continued her slumber even as the giant tucked another strand of her hair behind her ear.

Ralph then sat on the stool beside the forge and pulled a cigarette from his case, placing it in his mouth. Once again, his thoughts were captivated by the man residing next door, now with new, beautiful images to recall in his mind.

Smiling, Ralph struck a match, a tiny flame sparking to life.

#‘warm like the sun’ are you KIDDING ME #how is it so wholesome and yet………#‘I think I’m inclined’#god felix is so innocent he doesn’t even know how corny he is #rec #I really enjoyed this

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