Storytime: Two Gamers in Love

Leaving the evil of ComicsNix behind, we now face a new insanity: Pewdiecry.
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If there's anyone here who doesn't know, Pewdiepie and Cry (Chaoticmonki) are two awesome youtubers who mostly makes lets plays and game commentaries.

Besides, Pewdie is one of my greatest idols of all time, AND THE ABSOLUTE LAST PERSON ON EARTH I'D WRITE EROTIC FANFICTION ABOUT!! ESPECIALLY NOT ABOUT HIM AND HIS FRIEND CRY!!

WHAT KIND OF SICK, DEMENTED CREATURE WOULD COME UP WITH THIS?! WAAT DAA FAAAQ?!

Then again, it's not the worst thing I've ever read, but just the sheer fact that it's about a guy who's practically living my dream (plus he's got one of the cutest girls I've ever seen as girlfriend)... And he's one of the good things Sweden has ever produced...

And people write THIS shit...

Oy vey...

 Two Gamers in Love by Booboosofetch

World Wide Gaming Expo 2012. The largest gaming convention open to the public. Everything from Tetris to Call of Duty. The expo hall is packed with game testing booths and eager players.

Amongst the crowd are two young men. One is tall with tan skin and lightly colored hair. His clothing hangs off his scrawny frame. He goes by the name of Pewdiepie. (I don't think Pewdie is scrawny. He's not chubby or fat either, he's fairly thin. But not scrawny)

The other calls himself Cry. He is shorter than Pewdie but just as skinny. His fare skin is complimented by blonde spiky hair and blue eyes. (WHO THE FUCK KNOWS WHAT CRY LOOKS LIKE IRL?! HE'S PORTRAYED BY A FUCKING MUMINTROLL / HUBERT CUMBERDALE LOVECHILD! 

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"It's so beautiful!" exclaims Pewdie, "I think I'm going to cry!" he drapes himself over Cry, "hold me Cry! Hold me!"

Cry pulls his friend away from his body, "bro, stop flipping shit," he says laughing, "Let's go pown some noobs!" (That's right, Cry! Fight the insanity!)

Pewdie perks up, "Okay, cool."

The pair begins to walk the expo hall. Pewdie takes it all in, a huge goofy grin on his face. Cry pulls out a map for reference. (From where? Does that little figurine even have pockets?!... Oh...)

"Ok so the expo hall, that's where we are right now, is all new games that are either still in Beta of have just come out in the last year. Competitions will take place every three hours on the contest stage at the end of the hall. There are also four rooms on the left side of the hall for First person shooters, MMORPGs, Hand-held's, and Arcade style. Venders are down stairs and Video Game companies will be presenting on the main stage to our right. Please see back for schedule. Oh," Cry flips over the map to reveal a large graph of names, times, and locations, "Hey so I guess there's a panel for gamers on You tube." (Shouldn't that have been on the other side?... With the rest of the map?...)

"Oh yeah?" Pewdie leans over Cry's shoulder to peer at the list. He glances at his watch, "That's an hour from now."

Cry folds up the map and returns it to his back pocket, "Okay, so what do you want to do until then?" (”I wanna know where the fuck you keep your pockets!”)

The two are interrupted by some fans with cameras. (Fucking fangirls...)

"Oh my god! Can I get a picture with you Pewdie?" one of the girls asks. (And none gives a scheisse about Cry?!)

"Sure," he replies with a smile.

A crowd begins to form around Pewdie and Cry, asking for photos and autographs. The two engage their fans in light joking conversation. Pewdie checks his watch.

"Oh, Cry, we have to go. It was really nice talking to you guys. Stay awesome bros!"

"Bro fist?" a fan asks.

Pewdie smiles, "sure why not?" (DON'T YA DARE TO DEFILE THE HOLY BROFIST IN THIS WRITTEN NIGHTMARE YA LOWLIFE BARREL!)

He bumps knuckles with all his fans before turning to follow Cry. They wander the hotel for twenty minutes before they find the right room (… Which makes them like, LATE for whatever-the-fuck they wanna see...). They sit in the back quietly and listen as the panelists give tips on editing and equipment. Cry pretends to fall asleep.

Pewdie laughs, "do you want to leave?"

He shrugs his shoulders in response.

"Let's go," he whispers, nodding his head toward the door.

Cry smiles and follows his friend out of the room. (WAIT! You guys ditched a bunch of fans to get late to a frickin whatever-the-fuck they're called in english you're just gonna watch five minutes of?!)

"Watch this," Pewdie chuckles, once they reach the expo hall again.

"Penis," he whispers. (Don't you mean ”AAAAAAAH JESUS PENIS!!”?)

The game escalates quickly until the entire hall is screaming the word. Pewdie and Cry are clutching their rips, struggling to breath through their laughter.

"Come on," beckons Pewdie, "we came to play games. Let's show these bitches how it's done." (I've read the whole fanfic... You are not just here to play games, are ya?)

Cry laughs, "Okay."

Pewdie and Cry spend the day gaming, vlogging, and talking to fans. It's late in the night by the time they make it back to their hotel room. The pair flops down on Pewdie's bed. They lie there for a while in silence (And please remain that way!). Pewdie turns to say something to Cry only to be greeted by his sleeping body, weighed down by exhaustion.

Pewdie smiles, "Better not to wake him." He takes off his jeans, turns off the light, and snuggles up next to Cry, willing himself to sleep. (DON'T fucking CHEAT on MARZIA with CRY, SVENNEJÄVEL!)

Cry wakes to the sight of Pewdie's face right in his. (I know a lot of fangirls who'd KILL to wake up to that sight!)

Cry screams and shoves Pewdie off the bed. "What the hell, bro? You gave me a fucking heart attack!" (You guys wanna know the worst part? I imagine this in their voices...)

The two laugh for a while.

"You know, it's not that bad down here," says Pewdie, "you should come join me". (No! Pewdie! SLUTA FÖR FAN!)

"Oh yeah?" answers Cry, sliding off the bed to lie next to Pewdie. He rests his head on Pewdie's chest.

"Lick my nipples, Cry. They need some tender loving". (NO! They DON'T! It's Agrippas nipples who needs tender loving!! And to be twisted... However, you can dust off his balls if you want to...)

Cry shoves Pewdie's face in to the carpet, "Shut up!" (FIGHT IT, CRY! FIGHT THE INSANITY!)

Pewdie laughs through the fibers of the carpet. After a few moments of silence, it is obvious Pewdie has fallen back asleep. Cry, unable to resist himself, gives Pewdie a little kiss on the cheek before returning to the bed to return to sleep, himself. (Yes. It's SO comfortable to lie down with your fucking face SQUISHED into the carpet! ANYONE would fall asleep while being suffocated into a filthy hotel rug!... Wait, they're still on the floor?)

Little did Cry know, a smile was growing on Pewdie's face. Pewdie gets up and sneaks in to the bed next to Cry.

"I didn't know you had secret fantasies about me, Cry," Pewdie whispers in to his ear.

A deep red colours Cry's cheeks, "I do no-" (You don't, Cry! I believe ya!)

He is cut off by Pewdie's lips on his. (Don'timagineitdon'timagineitdon'timagineitdon'timagineitdon'timagineitdon'timagineit AAARRRGH! I IMAGINED IT!)

Cry moans in to Pewdie's mouth, kissing him back. Pewdie turns over on to his back and pulls Cry on top of him. They kiss for a while longer, hands exploring each other. Pewdie remove's Cry's tee shirt and suck and the tender flesh of his exposed collar bone.

"Mmmm, that feel really nice," he coos.

Pewdie's knee lifts up his knee in between Cry's legs. Cry's moans grow louder at the touch to his groin. His lips return to Pewdie's with new found hunger. Cry pulls Pewdie's shirt off. Cry toy's with Pewdie's nipple with his tongue.

"Ah! Fuck," Pewdie moans, "fuck me, Cry".

Cry blushes, "I don't know how". (FOR FUCK SAKE CRY!)

Pewdie rolls over and pins Cry to the bed. His head disappears under the sheets as he moves down Cry's slender frame. Pewdie pulls off his pants and boxers in one swift motion.

"Oh god, Felix, I'm not sure- Ah!" Pewdie takes Cry's dick in to his mouth. Cry has one hand knotted in Pewdie's hair and the other clawing at the head board. "Aw, fuck, that feels good".

(WHOAH! HOLD YOUR HORSEPOWERS! Lemme get this straight:
Pewdiepie is sucking Chaoticmonkis dick...

THIS GUY

IS SUCKING THIS GUYS

...

)

Cry's body shake with pleasure as his cum erupts in to Pewdies mouth. He promptly spits it out.

"That's disgusting!" he exclaims, how do chicks swallow that shit?" (Ey, it's not that we like it that much either...)

Cry laughs, rolling over. His skin is covered in sweat and radiant with after glow. Pewdie cradles his head between his neck and shoulder, an arm draped on top of him.

"This is nice," says Pewdie, "we don't have to leave. We can just stay like this forever".

Cry turns around to face his friend, "yes, but tickets and air fare cost a shit ton, so we better enjoy it while it's here".

"I'd rather enjoy something else," Pewdie leans in to kiss Cry on the lips.

Cry pulls away, his breath heavy, "Or we could stay".

Pewdie smiles, bringing Cry's lips to his once more.

…

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 BARRELS!