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29038 No.29038
I can't believe there isn't more mst3k porn. Is it because Joel and Mike share about 5 minutes of screen time? Oh, come on...

Something from the /r/ thread
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No.29160
>>29159
There are people who don't think Joel is cute?

No.29161
>>29045
oh god I remember drawing this on /i/ a million years ago.

No.29163
>>29161
The Internet does not forget.

No.30448
Not mine. I'll be posting what I found from this livejournal community I know, which seems to be dead.

*****

Crow stared – jaw hanging slack – at the sight before him.

Two bodies were wrapped tightly around one another, naked thighs and torsos hidden beneath a thin brown blanket. Joel's face was pressed into Mike's neck, the crown of his head tucked firmly beneath the other's chin. Arms and legs were tangled together. Someone was snoring.

They breathed evenly, sound and secure in their dreams. Joel moved against Mike, muscles stretching under sweat-slick skin, and sighed contentedly. Mike tightened his grip and mumbled a complaint. They shifted and fell silent.

Quiet as he had come, Crow backed out of the room.

*****

No.30449
*****

Joel sat with Tom in his lap as he updated the bot’s programming. Tom had given up struggling in favor of another tactic – annoy the human.

"What do flowers smell like?"

"I don't know," Joel answered, distracted. "Flowery."

"What about socks?"

"Cottony."

Tom twisted back and forth. "What does Mike smell like?"

Joel paused, a screwdriver half raised to the circuit panel on Tom’s back, and considered the question. Several words sprang to mind – warm, sweet, clean, wonderful – words he didn’t care to share with his robot companion.

Joel ducked his head and resumed his work. “How should I know?”

*****

Joel's hand fell into Mike's lap.

He stared down at it, confused. Long fingers curled gently around his leg.

Mike glanced at Joel; his face remained blank. Tired eyes scanned the movie screen as the protagonist fell into a vat of acid.

Fingernails scratched against his coveralls, tracing the seam that ran along his inner thigh. Mike squeaked.

The hand tightened around his leg; the pressure sent a warm jolt through his body. He briefly considered running from the theater, but – the hand squeezed again and Mike swallowed a groan – he figured this at least made the movie more enjoyable.

*****
It's been twenty-one hours since he shoved a breathless Joel against the airlock door and felt a warm mouth close over his ear.

Twenty-one hours since his tongue had swept across the curve of Joel’s chin.

Twenty-one hours since colorful jumpsuits were removed, white t-shirts discarded, undergarments pushed aside. Twenty-one hours since the urgent touch of skin against skin.

Twenty-one hours. That was at least twenty hours too long.

Mike flipped on the intercom. "Joel," he called, attempting – failing – to sound casual. "Meet me in the cargo bay."

"Sure thing boss." He grinned at the hitch in Joel’s quick response.

*****

These stories are not connected in anyway, by the way...

Oh hell, I link you to the community. Perhaps some fans could join or add some shit to it... jus' sayin'...

http://community.livejournal.com/mst3kslash/

No.30450
Mike supposed that after years of being tormented by evil scientists, even wienies like Doctor F. and Frank, being isolated away from humanity with only robots for company would take its toll on a person. He sometimes wondered, if he ever got himself and the bots down from the satellite, what it would be like: would he have to readjust to normal, everyday life, or would it be like no time at all had passed? Joel seemed like a perfectly adjusted human being since his re-marooning on the Satellite of Love, but Mike wondered if that was just the way he was on the satellite: maybe he was more awkward back on earth, in spite of the life he claimed to have rebuilt.

The quiet mechanic did have nightmares sometimes. Mike would have to be comatose not to notice them some nights, when Joel’s tossing and turning would leave him with mere inches of the (thankfully) full bed they shared, sheets twisted around the both of them like a 500-thread-count spiderweb. Joel moaned about Steve Reeves and bath-mats, Dixieland jazz and muppets, and short of shaking him awake on those rare occasions he had command of his limbs, he could do nothing but wait out the fuss until Joel gave one last mumble about Godzilla or whatnot and flopped still against Mike’s side, cuddling close. During the day he seemed undisturbed by his nightly fits—the odd, dreamy visage and quiet spells were, it seemed, just the way Joel was—but it was enough to cause Mike to worry if maybe the ridiculous movies really were causing long-term distress.

Of course, sometimes Joel kept him too busy to worry about anything at all.

“God, harder,” Joel groaned on one such occasion, clutching at Mike’s shoulders. Mike was just trying to keep enough presence of mind to not brain himself on the underside of the bridge desktop as he tried to follow orders and keep screwing his boyfriend into the floor. Or, he supposed boyfriend was the word for it, because they were doing and he hadn’t thought, or it would be if Joel had been and things weren’t oh God oh God oh God…

Joel surged up to wrap his arms tightly around Mike’s shoulders, clamping onto the crook of his neck and doing just amazing things with his mouth, and Mike could feel the vibrations as Joel moaned into his mouthful of skin, and his body was just too tight and hot around him, but starting to writhe in a way that Mike had learned meant the mechanic was just as close to the edge as he was. He gripped Joel’s hips hard and pinned him to the ground, thrusting deeper now and hardly leaving the man’s body as he felt his own climax burning low in his belly.

It hit him hard, and with a desperate groan Mike fell off the edge, losing rhythm as fireworks went off behind his eyes and he came deep in Joel. Pain raked through his world before Mike could fully come down from the high, and he managed to look up at Joel through bleary eyes. His head was tossed back, eyes clenched tightly as Joel clawed at his shoulders and kept rocking against him, gasping desperately. “Don’t stop…don’t stop…”

Mike braced himself on an elbow and doggedly kept going: he could feel himself starting to soften and prayed he could bring Joel off before it was officially game over for him. He snaked a hand between their bodies and wrapped it around Joel’s cock, stroking roughly with all the urgency he felt, and it wasn’t a few seconds before Joel’s moans began to spike.

He could barely make out the words at first, but as he started to regain his senses it got clearer. Joel was gasping a word, hard to hear at first, but as he got louder his voice became clearer. “…we…we…oh, ohhh…we…”

Mike strained to hear, nipping at Joel’s neck at he leaned in closer. “Yeah? W-what is it?” He wanted to call Joel some sort of endearment, but just as equally didn’t want to get socked in the jaw.

Joel’s body strained taut under him, arching like a snapped cable as the man clung desperately to Mike and cried out, his release splashing against Mike’s stomach. “We’ve…oh…WE’VE GOT MOVIE SIIIIIGGGNNN!” he hollered, senseless with passion.

Mike’s jaw dropped. He stared at Joel, frozen, incredulous, as the addled mechanic slowly came back to himself. Joel gasped for breath, releasing Mike from his death-grip as he settled back onto the tiles, shivering at the cold, a smirky, satisfied, sleepy smile on his face.

“That was…wow,” Joel sighed, grinning up at Mike. He sat back up, pushing at the dumbstruck temp for room and casting about for his jumpsuit. “Have you been practicing on your own, mister?” He looked over his shoulder, catching Mike’s distress for the first time. “Hey, you okay there?”

“You…you…” Mike pointed at him feebly, struggling to form words. “You just…”

“I, I, I, I did what?” Joel raised an eyebrow.

Mike frowned. “You don’t…remember? Just now?”

“Remember what?”

Mike sat, shivering half from the sweat cooling on his body, half from sheer terror. “You just said…when we, you know, just now…you said…”

Joel sighed. “Spit it out!”

“You just yelled ‘movie sign’! Just, well, a few seconds ago!” Mike stammered. “You really don’t remember?”

Joel stared at him quizzically for a moment, then snickered and leaned in to press a quick kiss to Mike’s lips. “Is this a joke or something? That’s crazy!”

“But, but, you just, I…”

Joel stood, slinging his jumpsuit over a shoulder, stark naked in the fluorescent light. “I’m going to go jump in the shower. Catch me up, I’ll wash your back. Silly…” he chuckled as he sauntered out of the room, door swishing shut behind him. Somewhere in the hall, Servo screamed.

Mike fell back on his elbows, flabbergasted. It didn’t seem like Joel remembered a second of his Freudian scream. Or maybe he did, and was embarrassed…or didn’t but would, or maybe it was all supposed to be subliminal, maybe it was just part of some secret programming the ex-Doctor Forrester had ingrained in the man. Or maybe it had been an experiment separate from the bad-movie-watchings, one to make sure Joel responded to the ‘movie sign’ light. Or maybe the Forresters had won out after all, and they really were cracking…maybe Mike was, too…

The loud hissing of the showerhead with new, Joel-improved water pressure rushed to life, echoing from the direction of the bathroom, and Mike crawled out from under the tabletop, stretched his weary body, and scooped up his own jumpsuit. He only prayed, as he left the room to find his shower and his boyfriend—yes, he decided, that was definitely the word for Joel—that for many, many reasons, no mad scientists had been monitoring them just then.

Unbeknownst to him, however, a certain evil despot and her lackeys were sharing in triumphant giggle-fits and martinis at that very moment.

“Nice moon, Nelson…muah-ha-ha-ha-haaaaa…”

No.30454
8:30:00 SoL Standard Time

The auto lights clicked on in Mike and Joel's sleeping quarters, and on the nightstand the clock radio blared the evening rush hour traffic report from Minneapolis. Mike woke up comfortable, except for the hair in his mouth. Joel lay in front of him, curled up with is head tucked under Mike's chin. At some point Mike had tipped his head down. Now he had a mouthful of the stick-uppy madman fluff along Joel's receding hairline.

"Pfleh," said Mike.

"Mm?" Joel tipped his head back. His nose bumped Mike's chin.

Mike wiped his tongue with his fingertips. "You got your hair in my mouth."

"Act, act-shully." Joel cleared his throat. "Yer the one who. You rolled over inyour sleep. Ym. I stayed. Right where." He trailed off.

Mike snickered. Joel stumbled over his words plenty when he was fully awake; first thing in the morning, he lost what little grasp he had on language. He squinted up at Mike, one eye cracked, the other squeezed shut, as if it had missed the "open" command. He tried to elaborate on his mumbling, and succeeded only in an extended croak.

This, Mike decided, was the worst. First-thing-a.m. Joel was deadly, like a girl who wears underwear with cartoon faces on the butt. Mike wanted to find out where he was ticklish, or blow a raspberry on his stomach, or lean down and kiss him just to make him hiccup in surprise – but only in those bleary minutes before he finished waking up. He relaxed and waited for the feeling to pass. Yup. Any minute now. Joel was staring at him, both eyes open.

Joel reached up and pawed at Mike's shirt collar. Mike had given up on sleeping in his jumpsuit and settled on a t-shirt and shorts – unlike Joel, who insisted on stripping down to his underwear every night. Their legs tangled together under the covers. Mike tried focusing on that: no smooth, last-night-shaved girl legs. Just Joel's solid calves.

Joel dipped his head and tucked it back under Mike's chin. His lips brushed the skin of Mike's neck, just above his shirt collar. Mike flinched. What the heck was he—? Joel bit his shirt collar, tugged, and growled.

Mike laughed. "What the—?"

"Breakfsht," said Joel through his teeth. "Nom."

"You're not eating my shirt for breakfast."

Joel put on his whiny voice. "Then makeme sooome."

"Okay, okay! Just stop eating my shirt."

"Okay." He released the collar but kept his nose mashed against Mike's throat. He sucked in a breath. "Mike?"

"Uh-huh?"

"You smell really bad."


9:28:31 SoL Standard Time

Mike walked by the bathroom for the fourth time. This time he stopped, crossed his arms and glared at the door. He raised a fist to pound the door, reconsidered, tugged his chin instead. Inside, the shower ran. And ran, and ran. For thirty minutes it had hissed. Steam crept out the edges of the hexagonal door.

Mike gave in and applied his fist to the door. "Hey Joel?"

No response from inside. The water hissed and splashed on the tub.

"Come on," said Mike. "What, are you testing the capacity of the water recyc tank? What could possibly take you half an hour in there?"

Behind the door, the shower curtain rings jingled. Wet feet slapped on the floor and padded across the room. The door slid open, and there stood Joel, leaning on the doorlights control panel. He had a towel around his waist, clutched at his hip with his free hand. It did nothing to hide his erection.

"Look, pal," said Joel. "Either you can participate, or you can stop interrupting."

Water dripped off Joel's chin and down his shoulders and chest. It puddled on the floor and collected in the grooves between the tiles. Mike's face heated. He pointed down the hall. "Aheh. I'll just. Uh.

Joel shrugged. "Suit yourself." The door slid shut between them.


10:13:03 Sol Standard Time

A freshly showered Mike Nelson joined Joel and the bots on the bridge. Tom Servo sat on the desk, next to a coffee machine; upon closer inspection, his Executive Snack Dispenser bubble had been replaced with a twenty-ounce spherical coffeepot, the handle sticking out the back like a ponytail. Joel stood behind Servo, poking a screwdriver around in an open panel on the bot's back.

Joel didn't look up from his work. "Hey Mike." He put the screwdriver in his mouth and picked a smaller one off the table.

"Hey. Whatcha doing there?"

Joel mumbled around the screwdriver.

Servo swiveled his head. "He's demonstrating a complete lack of respect for my personal rights, is what! Mike, you have arms. Make him stop."

Joel picked the screwdriver out of his mouth. "Come on. You know you don't mind it. Think of the buzz you get." He held the screwdriver over his shoulder. "Hold this for me, Mike."

Mike complied. The handle was still wet with Joel's spit. He opted to hold it by the shank.

Joel bent down and squinted at the tangle of circuits inside Servo. "I once modified Tom Servo to double as a coffee heater. And nothing—" He rotated the smaller screwdriver. "—Nothing tastes quite as good as coffee from ol' Tom's head."

"Aren't we out of coffee?"

Joel's tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth as he worked. "I conned Pearl into sending us some."

"Hey." Mike grinned. "Good one."

Joel straightened and set his tools back on the desk. "The problem was he got buzzed on the coffee and we had to pry him off the theater ceiling. So I took it out the first time, but it shouldn't be hard to wire it back up."

Servo eeped. "Did you hit a memory circuit? I think it was a memory circuit. You just released traumatic memories from my childhood! Fluffy, no! Stay away from the carport!"

"I am nowhere near your memory drives."

Mike leaned his hip against the desk and watched Joel work. "Why go to all this trouble? I mean, doesn't the coffee maker have a heater already?"

Joel flexed his left hand. His brow creased. "Because I can. I guess." He gave Mike a weirdly shy through-the-eyelashes look, then returned his attention to Servo. "Back down on Earth, the band and the Hot Fish Shop were great and all, but I couldn't afford stuff to mess around with like this. It's neat I get to do it again."

Mike tilted his head. "You like it up here."

Joel didn't answer. He switched back to the larger screwdriver, popped a small circuit board out of Servo's back and replaced it with a new one. Servo grumbled and twitched his head back and forth.

"You do, don't you." Mike pointed. "When you said they were the best years of your life, I didn't think you meant it."

"There were things I missed," said Joel. "And well. People down there didn't believe this." He gestured back at the theater doors. "The bots. And stuff." He paused, and scratched the corner of his mouth. "Well, except for this one guy."

Mike did a double take – he swore Joel was blushing. It had to be the lighting in here. Joel snapped Servo's panel shut, flipped some switches and lifted the coffeepot-head to peek underneath.

"That should work," he said. He removed the pot and clicked it into the coffee machine. "See Tom? Now that wasn't so bad."

Servo sniffled. "I feel violated. Can I at least have my head back while you brew?"

"Okay, okay." Joel snapped the bubble back on. He picked a filter full of ground coffee off the desk, set it in the top of the coffee maker, and set it to brew a full pot.


11:21:22 SoL Standard Time

Mike sat at the edge of a gaping hole in the floor. He and Joel were at the far end of one of the corridors stretching from the bridge to the back of the ship. They'd removed four hexagonal floor panels; they lay in a pile behind Mike. Down in the hole, Joel braced himself on all fours, ass in the air.

He twisted his arm behind his back and flexed his hand. "Pliers," he said.

Mike rummaged in the toolbox. "Uh. The blue handle or the green?"

Joel wiggled his fingers. "Blue."

Mike handed him the blue-handled pliers and chucked the others back in the box. He kicked his legs and hummed a kind of Irish jig tune. He drummed his hands on the floor. Joel's back arched and flattened as he worked, and the pliers clinked on something metal. Mike picked a small rubber gasket out of the toolbox and flicked it at Joel's backside.

Joel grunted. "Bored?"

"Yes." Mike pouted.

"You're the one who wanted this done."

Mike leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees. "Hey, you were having fun fixing Servo. I figured you'd enjoy working on the ship some more, too."

Joel reversed, straightened and leaned back to crack his spine. He rummaged in his hip pocket and pulled out two grapes. One he ate; the other he tossed to Mike. Mike snatched it out of the air and popped it in his mouth. The first time Joel chucked a grape at him, it had bonked off his forehead and rolled across the floor. Joel shook his head and placed the second grape in Mike's palm. He threw grapes at Mike two or three times a day now. Mike had learned to expect it.

Mike swallowed the last of the grape. "Hey, and while you're at it, the kitchen tap is broken, too. Well, it still works, but it sings when you turn on the hot water. Kind of off-key, too. It's creepy."

Joel rolled his eyes. "Sure. Anything else?"

"The door on Level B, by the elevator. It's stuck mostly closed."

Joel scratched behind his ear, one eye squinched shut like a puppy. "I know that one. It's big enough to fit through, though."

"I can't fit through it."

"Oh," said Joel. Something on his workspace caught his attention, and he got back down on all fours.

"I was wondering," Mike said, "what's with the grapes?"

"Hm?"

"Why do you always have grapes in your pocket?"

"I put a bunch in there in the morning." Joel handed the pliers up to him. "Uh. The Phillips head, smaller one, with the yellow handle."

Mike handed it down. "Yeah, but why?"

"Dr. F didn't do conditioning on you?"

"Well, kind of. If I didn't do what he told me to, he cut off my air or electrocuted me."

"Oh, well, that's just a given." Joel had to be the only other person who could call regular oxygen deprivation and electrocution "just a given." "But for awhile he and Dr. Erhardt tried positive reinforcement. They set up the buttons on the desk to dispense grapes whenever I pressed for a Call or Movie Sign."

Mike chuckled. "So did it work?"

"Sort of." Joel shuffled back and straightened again. "Now I carry them as a kind of pacifier. Bought 'em by the crate down on Earth."

"Wait." Mike held up a finger. "Wait. That means you've been training me?"

Joel's mouth slid into a lazy half-grin. "Something like that." He pulled another grape out of his pocket and lobbed it at Mike.

Mike held the grape between his thumb and forefinger and waved it at Joel. "But yesterday you gave me one when I banged my knee on the desk!"

"You made a cute face when you did it."

For lack of a better response, Mike ate the grape. Finally he said, "Well. Anyway. If you wanted to condition me, you have to find something better than grapes. Can't say I've ever been a fan of them."

Joel wiped the back of his hand across his forehead; it left behind a streak of grease. "Yeah? What are you a fan of?"

"Lobster." Mike closed his eyes. "Maine lobster."

"Hm." Joel nodded. He reached up and plucked a wrench from the toolbox. "Which side did you say the artificial gravity was stronger on?"

"Port," said Mike. "Starboard it's light, I think. I can jump and hit the ceiling, and I couldn't before. Servo said it messes with his hoverskirt too."

Joel pointed the wrench at the mess of wires and displays he'd been working on. "The hub's working fine. It's not what's throwing the gravity off." He rested he hands on his hips and stared down the corridor. "Huh. When's the last time you scoured the hull?"

Mike groaned and flopped his hands on the floor. "Nooo. Don't tell me."

Joel hoisted himself out of the hole. "You have done it before, right?"

"It took three shifts." Mike dropped his face into his hands. "Thirteen hours total. One of those things almost ate me alive."

"Well, we gotta do it again." Joel stood, dusted his jumpsuit off and helped Mike up. "There are too many on the port side of the Satellite. They're messing with the ship's lifeform readings. That's what's screwing up the gravity. If we leave it any longer, we either gotta move the sleeping quarters to the starboard side, or wake up one morning gravity-pinned to the bed."

They fitted the hexagonal panels back into the floor, tucked the tools away into the kit and headed back to the front of the ship. Time to suit up for a spacewalk.

No.30455
>>30454

12:42:03 SoL Standard Time

Mike lugged his spacesuited ass over the curve of the satellite's hull. The umbilicus linking him to the ship and air source tugged on his life support backpack; he grabbed it and yanked hard to give himself some slack. The thing was spooled on a wheel that kept on snagging, like a roll of toilet paper that got flattened somewhere along the way.

He gave the umbilicus a final jerk, hoisted his snow shovel over his shoulder, and continued along the hull. Above him loomed the Earth, bloated and blue and misty – from here it always looked to Mike like it would be cold, even when they were flying over Australia. In every other direction, space stretched out.

Where the heck was Joel? Mike waited for him by the airlock for half an hour, and finally decided to go out and get started on his own. He'd now been out here for another fifteen minutes and removed half a dozen of the rat-sized space barnacles attached to the ship's hull.

The barnacles collected mostly on the side of the satellite facing away from the Earth. They looked like little Stormtrooper helmets with feathery antennae poking out from under their shells. They stuck like hell to the outside of the ship, and when Mike went near, they scuttled off out of his reach. He'd developed a method of hooking them back with the shovel, then wedging the wide blade underneath their shells and levering them off. So far he had caught six of the twenty he chased after. Nearly a hundred more waited for him on the dark side of the satellite.

He spotted a barnacle and lunged at it. He missed with the shovel and the thing sped away. "Dammit!"

Something like a stream of silly string sprayed past him and hit the hull in front of the skittering barnacle. The creature hit the slick, lost its grip on the hull and went tumbling off into space. Mike watched it shrink to a speck.

Joel stepped up beside him. He had a pair of metal cylinders slung over one shoulder like a backpack. Under his left arm he held a cross between a leaf blower and a bazooka. It fired another stream of foam and the recoil knocked Joel back a step.

"What is that?" said Mike.

Joel's voice wormed into his ear through the headset. "It's an invention: the Debarnacler. I made it for getting rid of these things." He fiddled with something on the side of the device. "Sorry I took so long. This thing was buried way down in storage."

Mike brandished his snow shovel. "You mean all this time I've been prying them off with this, and that was right onboard? You couldn't have left a note in the airlock? 'Hey New Guy, this will make your life easier.'"

"Hey, I didn't even know there would be a New Guy. I thought if I ever got down, I was gonna take the whole satellite with me." Joel pointed ahead. "Okay, so you gotta herd them, and I'll spray in front of them. It doesn't really work unless we get them running."

Mike trudged over the hull. On each step his boots suctioned to the surface and released with a thock. The dark side of the satellite teemed with barnacles, shell to shell with their feelers poking up, like weeds growing up between rocks. Joel snuck around the largest clump. Once he was in position he hoisted the Debarnacler and waved at Mike. Mike stomped at the creatures, arms in the air, making growly Godzilla noises.

"Raaah! Run, foul space crustaceans! Your reign of gravity-wonking ends now!"

Joel hosed down the hull with Debarnacling foam. He huffed through the headset. "You know they can't actually hear you through your suit."

Mike ignored him and kept after the fleeing barnacles. "Fear Nel-zilla! Moo hoo ha ha ha!"

The creatures hit the foam slick and toppled off into space. A cloud of them floated up like gigantic soda bubbles. Joel reached out and snagged one out of the air.

Mike thocked over to him. "What are you doing?"

Joel headed for the Earth-facing side of the ship, barnacle tucked under his arm. "The shells turn colours when the oxygen hits them. Gypsy likes to collect them for her craft projects." He paused. "Well, project."

"You mean that big mosaic collage thing of Richard Basehart down on Deck 5?"

Joel's mic rustled, which probably meant he was nodding. He reached the airlock, knelt and opened a panel beside the main hatch, and dumped the barnacle inside.

They cleared almost all of the barnacles off in four sweeps, in just over an hour. Joel made two more trips to the airlock to deposit armfuls of the creatures. Mike asked why he didn't just coat the hull in Debarnacling foam so they wouldn't stick in the first place. He explained that the compound wouldn't adhere to the ship for long.

"Plus." Joel rested the Debarnacler on his shoulder and posed. "Where's the fun in that?"

They made a final trip to the joint between the forward globe part of the satellite and the main shaft. Joel got into position a few yards up the globe section and gave Mike the signal. Mike repeated his Godzilla act, this time adding bad-dub screams of terror from his barnacle victims.

This time the herd veered away from Joel, and he had to give chase. He and Mike moved on an intercept path with each other. Mike was so caught up in his roaring and stomping he didn't notice the foam slick across his path until he skidded across it. His feet kicked out from underneath him and he floated up with the barnacles, off into open space.

"Uhh Joel, we got a problem."

"Whoa, Mike!"

Below, Joel let go of the barnacles he'd snagged for Gypsy and lunged for Mike's tether. The suction-boots and lack of gravity slowed him down; he made effort noises through the headset. Mike flailed his arms and focused on not panicking.

"It's okay," said Mike. "No, it's okay. I'm still connected to the ship. If you could just ah, reel me in here."

"Right, yeah, okay." Joel sounded like he was going to panic himself. "I got your tether. You wanna grab it on your end? I don't want it to pull out of your suit."

"No, yeah, wouldn't want that." He reached behind and gripped the cord where it came out of his backpack. The line jerked, and he started falling back toward the satellite. He wasn't sure how far he made it before Joel floated past him. Away from the ship. "Uh. Joel?"

"Yeah," said Joel. "I – something went wrong there."

"No kidding. Wait, are you still holding my tether?"

"Uh – yeah."

"Well let go of it! You're going to drag us both out there!" He reached out and snagged Joel's line, then snatched his own away. "Give me that." He wrapped Joel's cord twice around his upper arm and hauled himself along his own tether, shoving back every memory of rope-climbing in grade school gym class. He pulled Joel along like a balloon on a string.

Finally he made it to the airlock, where both their umbilici disappeared into the ship. He pulled himself and Joel to the door, cranked the wheel and yanked it open, and dragged Joel inside. The artificial gravity hit them instantly and sent them sprawling to the floor, Joel on top of Mike.

The door shut and secured, and oxygen hissed back into the room. Mike tore his helmet off and breathed deep. "Whoo! That was almost pretty bad."

Joel sat up and popped his helmet off. "Yeah. Wow. Thanks for pulling me back in, there." He shrugged off the Debarnacler and tanks of foam.

Mike threw his arms wide. "But we made it! Go us! Yeah!" He grabbed Joel's face, tugged him close and kissed him right on the mouth.

Joel tensed. His eyes bugged, then slipped back to their usual half-open, but didn't quite shut. Mike wasn't sure what he intended to do here. Maybe a quick victory kiss, kind of like a back-slap and yeah man! but with more, uh, lips. It didn't quite work out that way. He didn't pull back, clap Joel on the arm and invite him to the barbecue on the bridge in fifteen. Instead Joel tipped his head and parted his lips and Mike held the back of Joel's head and they tasted the adrenaline in each other's mouths.

Eventually Mike pulled back. Joel's face hadn't changed, except for a smear of pink up his cheeks to his ears.

"Wow," said Joel.

Mike said, "Uh." He stood suddenly, and bashed his head on the airlock's low ceiling – or, more specifically, on the door to one of the cargo transfer compartments. The panel flipped open, and a dozen dead space barnacles tumbled out. They rained over Mike and Joel and rolled across the floor.

Mike hung his head.

No.30456
>>30455

15:21:26 SoL Standard Time

Mike and Joel did laundry.

The laundry facilities were tailored to the needs of the ship's inhabitants – that is, one human male with no one to impress. Dr. Forrester estimated Joel would get to laundry once a month at most, and by then would have accumulated enough for four or five regular loads. Instead of regular-sized machines, he provided a ceiling-high, eight foot deep front-load washing machine, and an equal sized dryer at the other end of the room.

Mike leaned on the washer beside the open bubble-door. They'd only managed to fill it halfway, and Joel complained that it wasn't efficient, and escaped to their room to gather more "from that pile in the closet."

Neither of them had mentioned what happened in the airlock. Joel had, however, wordlessly handed him five grapes as they walked back to their quarters.

For the third time that day, Mike found himself waiting for Joel, and wondering what the hell was taking him so long. Why did they have to do a full load, anyway? It's not like the stuff crammed in the back of the closet needed to be washed. That's why it was in the back of the – wait.

Mike pushed away from the washer. The only clothes he wore up here were t-shirts and shorts and dozens of jumpsuits. He went through every single piece, some of them twice or three times, before he got around to washing them. Which was probably why Joel said he smelled bad in the morning. The point was, he didn't have anything to leave shoved in the back of the closet. Except—

He dashed out of the laundry room and down to their quarters. Sure enough, he walked in just as Joel held up the velvety red and black dress Mike had worn the time he hazed himself. Joel considered the dress, from the low maximum-cleavage neckline down to the ruffly skirt. He raised an eyebrow at Mike.

"Aheh," said Mike.

Joel folded the dress over his arm. "You have like five of these in there. Plus that bra with all the padding." His other eyebrow rose to meet the first. "And that Star Trek uniform."

Mike shrugged and searched for words, gesturing with his palms up. "It gets boring up here. You know that! I got, bored."

"Mike, I spent four years here, and only ended up in drag like, twice. And those were for skits or for something Crow wanted us to rehearse." He laid the red dress on the bed and picked up a strappy black number. "Now, you—" He held the dress up, tilted his head and closed one eye.

Mike grabbed the dress. "Stop that."

Joel tugged the dress, yanking Mike close. He grabbed Mike's arm and stepped forward. Another three steps, and he had Mike backed up against the wall.

"Dresses, Mike?" said Joel. "Really?"

Mike swallowed. "Well. Maybe I'm – I'm in touch with my feminine side."

"Uh-huh."

Joel dipped and twisted his head and tucked his face to the side of Mike's neck. He gave soft, dry kiss, then a warmer one, up close to Mike's jaw. He finished with a third, lips hot and slick, with a scrape of teeth and a flick of tongue. Mike felt fifteen again, when making out and sucking necks was still a big illicit thrill. Only he used to be the one doing the biting.

Joel grinned against his neck. "So how does your feminine side feel about that?"

"Okay Joel." Mike fought to keep his eyes from slipping shut. "That's really sleazy."

Joel chuckled, and it vibrated from his chest to Mike's. He pulled back and stared at Mike's mouth, and he had that damn smile on again: the one that forced a flicker high in Mike's stomach or low in his chest, somewhere around the solar plexus. Joel moved in and pressed his mouth on Mike's, like a question. Mike tensed.

"Hm." Joel pulled back, brow furrowed. After a moment, his face cleared. "Oh I get it." He gripped Mike's jumpsuit above the hips and flipped them so Joel backed the wall, Mike pinning him. He slid his hands behind Mike's back and down to his ass, grabbed a cheek in each hand and hauled him close. "There. Is that better?"

Mike went crosseyed for a second. He swayed. It was too much. Joel's body was warm and solid against his. The wall was cool under his palms, one on either side of Joel's head, and Joel had on that eyes-up sad-puppy look. Other men shouldn't be cute like that. Joel specifically shouldn't be cute like that. This was the guy who walked around with pockets full of fruit, whose idea of a good time was an evening molding metal breasts onto one of the replica Tom Servos.

Mike gave up. It wasn't going to make sense, not any time soon. He could agonize over it, or he could screw Joel right up against this wall and find out if the dreams he'd been having were at all accurate.


15:45:59 SoL Standard Time

The up-against-the-wall plan didn't fly with Joel. He dragged Mike to the bed, flopped on the mattress and pulled Mike down on top of him. He pinched the zipper on Mike's jumpsuit and yanked it all the way down; he fumbled the top half of the suit off, then the t-shirt underneath. Soon the blue jumpsuit lay on the floor and Mike was down to his shorts.

Mike wanted to do the same to Joel, but he was determined to take it slow. He unzipped Joel's suit just enough to slip his hand inside and pet Joel's chest. If he was going to do this, he would at least be smooth about it. He would not act like a man whose only action in the past four years was a drug-induced dry hump under the desk on the bridge. Even if it already felt like his dick would drop right off his body if one of them didn't touch it soon.

He slid his hands over Joel's chest and kissed down his throat. He unzipped the red jumpsuit farther. Joel squirmed and wrapped his arms around Mike's back. His watchband scratched Mike's shoulderblade.

"Mike?" Joel's hand crept up to the back of Mike's neck.

"Mm?"

"If you don't hurry it up, I'm going to go try my luck with Gypsy."


15:53:40 SoL Standard Time

Mike thought he'd never felt anything quite as sweet and hot as Joel's mouth, and when it disappeared from his cock he threatened to punch him in the head.

"Relax," said Joel from the other end of the bed. "I'm comin' back. Keep your – oh. Never mind."

Eventually Joel rolled back, and slapped a small crinkly packet into Mike's hand. Mike held the condom pack up. "Where did you get this?"

Joel kissed his way over Mike's collarbone and down his chest. He brushed his knuckles over Mike's thigh. "They were in with the stuff Pearl sent after the space cowboys movie. Along with this." He slipped something else into Mike's hand, something like a tube of toothpaste. It was the lube Crow had spotted under "Ennis's" blanket.

"No," said Mike.

"'No'? No 'no.'" Joel lay back and pulled Mike on top of him. He hitched his knees up over Mike's hips. "Still wanna say 'no'?"

"Ngh." Mike's arms shook. "No! I'm not using – that's from Pearl. Pearl sent it."

"Like it makes a difference."

Mike squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.

"Well, ya big baby, it's the only stuff we have onboard." Joel straightened his legs, braced his heels on the mattress and arched his hips up against Mike's. "Still 'no'?"

"Hnuh," said Mike.


OHGOD:YES:FASTER SoL Standard Time

Mike was loud. Joel was not. Joel responded best to Mike's hands and teeth on his back. He had a splash of freckles over his shoulders and the base of his neck that Mike hadn't noticed before, probably because he had never seen Joel's back up close before. Mike was surprised he noticed anything while balls-deep and shouting every vowel in the alphabet.


16:49:08 SoL Standard Time

Mike lay with his face mashed against the small of Joel's back. It made his speech slurred and ridiculous, which was okay because at this point his brain and mouth could only handle the words "Yes," "Joel," and "Auurgh." He was trying to remember if the last one was actually a word.

"Time is it?" asked Joel.

"Auurgh."

Joel turned his head and wriggled toward the nightstand. He pawed at the clock radio. "Almost five. Come on, put your clothes back on. We gotta get to the bridge."

Mike whined and scrubbed his face against Joel's back. "Gimme… an hour."

"I told Gypsy we'd be there for dinner at five. She prepared it and all – I asked her a favour. So we can't leave her waiting."

Mike groaned. "I don't think I can make it that far."

"You, mister," said Joel, "are not the one who should be complaining."


17:15:41 SoL Standard Time

Mike shoveled another forkful of buttery white meat into his mouth. If he knew how, he would record this afternoon, load it into a virtual reality simulator and play it on loop for the rest of his life. Great sex and fresh seafood? Maybe he had floated off into space while debarnacling the hull, and he'd frozen and imploded, and this was the delicious, delicious afterlife.

"Lobster," he said through a mouthful. "This is fantastic, Joel."

Joel grinned at him from across the desk. Because he was lame and creepy, Joel had dimmed the bridge lights a notch and put a candle between them. The effect was spoiled by Crow and Servo throwing lemon wedges at each other from the other two edges of the desk.

Joel propped his head up, fork tucked between his index and middle finger. "You said you liked 'em better than grapes."

Mike nodded. "Oooh yes. Should have asked Gypsy to leave it in the shell though. It's even better that way. Hey, how'd you manage to get this, anyway?"

"Um." Joel poked the fork around his plate. "That's uh, my little secret."

Down at the end of the desk, Crow shook his head. "Yech! I got something in my food. Hold on." He clawed at the lower part of his beak, pulled something out and held it up in front of him. "It's a hair. Joel, I wanna talk to the cook."

"But Gypsy's the cook," said Joel.

Servo's head wagged. "Yeah, and she doesn't have hair."

"It's really long, too," said Crow. "Joel, your hair's not this long any more. And Mike's is even shorter."

Mike reached over and picked the strand out of Crow's claw. The hair was about eight inches long, black, and it thickened at one end and tapered at the other. In a few places, it seemed to have thinner hairs sprouting off it. It actually didn't look so much like a hair as a mostly-stripped, thread-thin feather.

His last mouthful of food stuck halfway down to his stomach. "Joel?" he said.

"Yes honey?" His shoulders fidgeted. He looked up from his plate, sheepish. That sealed it.

"I'm eating a space barnacle, aren't I."

Joel hung his head. "Yeah."

Mike buried his face in his hands. At least the sex was great.

---

That's all I got for now. Check out the site for more. I just posted my favorite stuff, otherwise there might be more to submit...

No.30510
Nice additions! I have a request that will probably not be filled:

Additional uses for SPACOM.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8BS9i6lop8

No.30653
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30653
Well, look at that. Not sure if want.

No.30654
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30654
It is art.

No.30731
>>30654
>>30653
DO, in fact, WANT. Those are great! The Observers are my favorite of all the show's characters, I've always felt they needed a little defiling. Especially what with how affronted Observer was at the mere mention of sex:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ED-viWSZL2w

No.30775
>>30731
He's quite a fruitcake for a being without a body who has evolved past all mere urges.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGg38AmTiGI#t=7m18s

No.30791
>>30654
Hey!
I'll have you know these only took me about 40 minutes to make but they are still dear to me ;_;
nah just kidding, that's a naveldick right there.

No.30966
There might be a part 2 coming up, depending on reactions...

That smile... those sleepy-eyes... Mike’s thoughts drifted to these features of his friend’s face as he stroked himself on his bed. He couldn’t not think about it, as hard as he tried to. The fact alone that he was jerking off was sad to him. He couldn’t endure the sexual frustration and not only did he cave in, but he was now thinking about his fellow shipmate. It’s just that, God, Joel is so cute. How could you not be attracted to him? Mike always thought that he was into women, and he most definitely still was, but... he found himself wondering if he possibly liked guys, too. Or maybe Joel was the exception. Who knew? He couldn’t really think about that at the moment as his mind was on other things. Like what Joel looked like underneath the jumpsuit. Usually Joel walked around in his jumpsuit. Once in while, it was a white T-shirt and boxers. That was enough to fuel Mike’s imagination, though he did wish that Joel would take that shirt off once in a while. He had to be content with what he could get, and if thinking about Joel was the only way he’d have him, then Mike would have to put up it. As Mike was nearing climax, his thoughts jumped to him kissing Joel. When he “saw” Joel kiss his neck, it pushed him over the edge. He came hard, moaning Joel’s name. When he finally finished, he put his head back on the pillow to relax. Immediately after, he turned his head and noticed Joel standing in the doorway, staring at him, mouth agape.

No.31214
>>30966
The last part was a bit comical but please do continue.

No.31288
>>31214
It was meant to be a bit comical. I'm glad it was picked up.

>>30966

Joel stood in the doorway, staring at a red-faced Mike, his own face flushed red as well. He wanted to say something, but he was so... embarrassed. Embarrassed for walking in on Mike, having been worried about the noises he heard from the room and not recognizing what they were the sounds of.
That embarrassment started to fade when he realized that noises were made about him. Joel just stood there in the doorway, thinking about what all this meant. It was now obvious Mike more than liked him, thought about him in a sexual way. Especially since Mike could have easily thought of another person he knew or made someone up, but no... it was Joel’s name he moaned. Joel had become friends with this man and apparently he had such an influence on Mike that it affected his feelings. Joel finally came to a conclusion...

At this point, Joel had been so deep in thought he hadn’t realized that Mike had gotten up from the bed and was talking. Mike was stumbling over words, trying to explain what Joel had just seen and heard, but never actually made a point. He couldn’t. How could he explain what happened to Joel? That he liked him. No, maybe loved him. That he knew he couldn’t have him so he was reduced to jerking off. Mike was now just set on trying to salvage their friendship. Maybe he could convince Joel that it didn’t have to ruin things between them. He didn’t know how he was going to do it, but god damn it he couldn’t give up.

Joel finally saw Mike talking to him, but didn’t hear anything he was saying. He finally looked into Mike’s. This stopped Mike immediately. There was silence between them, but they kept their eyes locked. Mike, in an attempt to explain things again, opened his mouth. Joel raised his hand and put his finger on Mike’s lips. Then he did something that surprised Mike. That smile that he loved so much appeared on his face. Joel finally moved in and kissed Mike. A soft, tender kiss. They pulled away. Mike looked more surprised than anything. That smile on Joel’s face was now a grin.

No.31289
>>31288

Mike could feel himself getting hard, especially when Joel slowly pushed him to the bed. Joel laid on top of Mike and started kissing him again. Joel slipped his tongue into Mike’s mouth. Mike responded by rubbing his tongue on Joel’s and moving his hands to Joel’s ass. Joel responded to that by cupping Mike’s face with his hands. This was nice. Mike didn’t want this to end- the kissing was more than he ever expected to happen- but he was also excited to see what else they would do. Mike arched his back in Joel in an attempt to grind his crotch into his. It felt so good. Moans started to escape from his throat. He could feel Joel smiling. He could also feel Joel unzipping his jumpsuit. Joel had also moved to Mike’s neck, kissing it, licking it. Joel had finally unzipped Mike all the way down and found a very hard cock. One touch from Joel’s hand made him hiss. He couldn’t help it. And when it started to stroke him, Mike groaned loudly. As hard as it was, Mike tried to unzip Joel’s jumpsuit. Mike started to pull Joel’s shirt up. Joel looked at Mike, trying to indicate that he was busy, but Mike nodded his head and looked at Joel like he needed to do this. And he did need to. Joel acquiesced, lifted his arms, and let Mike take the shirt off. So that’s what his chest looked like. Joel returned his hand to Mike’s cock, but only a couple strokes later Mike came all over his stomach.

Mike couldn’t help but pull Joel to him, despite the cum spilled all over him. Joel didn’t seem to mind too much. Mike started to kiss Joel along his chin. Then he flipped him over so that now Mike was on top. He definitely had to pay Joel back for all that. He found Joel’s cock, and slowly moved down. He looked at Joel’s cock in his hand for a bit before flicking the head with his tongue. He wrapped his mouth on it and started to bob his head. Hearing Joel groan the way he was made everything so worthwhile. As Mike picked up speed, Joel ran his hands through his hair. Mike could felt a warm tingle, tickle rush through his body. Joel’s breathing started to speed up. When his grip on Mike’s head got tight, Mike knew what was happening. He knew Joel meant for Mike to move so he could cum, but Mike intended to swallow every bit of cum, and when Joel finally came, he did just that. Well, some had spilled out his lips, but he licked it up. When Joel had finally come down, Mike moved back up to Joel’s face and, holding up himself up on his arms, hovered over Joel. He just stared at Joel’s face. So cute. He smiled and kissed Joel.

They laid in the bed, tangled in clothes, sheets, and each other’s arms. Joel was stroking Mike’s hair, smiling to himself. Meanwhile, Mike had nuzzled himself into Joel’s neck. Mike didn’t want to leave the bed, but knew that at some point they would have a movie to watch. If he wanted to do this again, he would have to go watch that movie. He figured that Dr. Forrester would start wondering why they didn’t seem so bothered by the movies, and that the invention exchanges were not getting done. He started to chuckle to himself. Joel looked down at Mike, not knowing what he was thinking, but smiled anyway and kissed Mike on the head.

No.31304
>>31288
I'm glad it wasn't unintentional.

No.32459
buuuuump for moar.

No.32461
>>32459

I've written a story that I posted to this thread. I want to write more stories, but have no inspiration myself for a situation. If anybody gives me a prompt, I'll write something up.

Until then have something PG-13:

Joel was laying alone in bed. He’d taken off his jumpsuit, but left his undershirt and boxers on. That jumpsuit tended to get hot if tried to lay down in it. The room was dark. He liked lying in the dark. It gave him time to think, and the peace to do it. He lied there, just thinking.. Sometimes, he though about this. Other times, he would think about what he would do when got back to earth (he knew it was a matter of time). And sometimes, he thought about Mike.

When Joel first met Mike, it never occurred to him that they would become really close. After all, he had always thought he was straight. And he assumed Mike was, too. After spending time with each other, and it can be supposed that the lack of women was a factor, they slowly became attracted to each other. It was silly, really. Neither one of them wanted to embarrass themselves or make things awkward by expressing their feelings for each other, thus torturing themselves. Joel often thought about the first time they finally figured out that they wanted each other. Joel had let slip that he maybe liked Mike. He remembers Mike’s red face so well. So cute. Mike had stayed silent before admitting that he liked him, too. Then they looked at each and laughed softly. Who knew their only regret would be that they didn’t reveal these feelings sooner?

Joel still lying in bed, saw light enter the room. Mike was coming in. Mike stripped himself of all his clothes except his boxers, and got into bed. Mike laid his head on Joel’s chest, and wrapped his around Joel’s waist. He started to nuzzle into Joel. Joel pulled Mike up a little higher so they could kiss for a bit. He wrapped his arm around Mike before moving his face in to his to lock lips. They both groaned a bit. Joel enjoyed this. Sure, sex was fun, but they both enjoyed just kissing each other like this, wrapping their limbs around each other. Despite being stranded in space, Joel felt really lucky.

No.32482
I will do MST3K prompts. Anything with anyone and I'll write it.

Just putting it out there.

No.32487
>>32461
This is adorable. :)
>>32482
The Observers wonder what the big deal about sex is, so they try it. (Alternatively: watch Joel & Mike do it, or request that they demonstrate.)

Evil!Mike (Last of the Wild Horses) meets Evil!Joel (A KTMA ep), sexiness ensues.

No.32497
>>32487
I will be working on these prompts! In the mean time, have another cutesy story:

Joel was nice enough to share his bed with Mike. The Mads hadn’t intended to have two people up in space. Shooting Mike up there was a spur of the moment decision. There was no other place on the Satellite of Love comfortable enough for him to sleep anyway. Mike knew they were gonna have to sleep together anyway. He didn’t really mind.

The first couple of weeks, they had to get used to each other’s sleep habits. Mike tended to move around a bit in his sleep. Joel always hogged the blanket, and often was able to yank it off of Mike and wrap only himself in it.

One night, Joel had yanked the blanket off of Mike yet again. Mike, slightly awake, inched his body towards the closest source of heat. This was Joel. He nuzzled into Joel, but nothing more.

Joel had woken up to Mike lying against him. He was a little surprised, but he figured out what had happened. He just smiled, shook his head, and got up. Mike woke up an hour after Joel got up and went to the SOL’s kitchen. Well, it was the closest thing to a kitchen. He found Joel making himself cereal. They were lucky the Mads at least fed them.

“Can you make me some Joel?”

“Sure thing.”

Mike smiled his approval. He sat down at the table and looked at the table. When Joel was finished making both bowls, he brought them over to the table. He set a bowl in front of Mike, put his own down, and sat down. Mike got started on his, when Joel chuckled.

“What’s so funny?”

“Well... I woke up this morning to you had snuggled up to me.”

“I did what?”

“Oh Mike, don’t worry about it. You were sleeping.”

“I guess, but still...”

“It was probably because I yanked the blanket off, yet again. Sorry about that.”

Joel took a bite of his cereal.

Mike looked embarrassed.

Joel looked up and saw Mike’s face.

“Really, Mike. It’s nothing to worry about.”

Besides, Joel thought it was kind of cute.

-

Later that night, after viewing a really crappy movie (God, they couldn’t even remember the name of it), they went to bed again. Again, Joel had yanked the blanket away from Mike. Mike unconsciously forced himself under the blanket, so this time he was right against Joel. Mike stayed asleep, but this woke Joel. He probably got woken up by the warm body heat touching his skin. Mike was facing him, but Joel had his back to Mike. They were pretty much spooning. Joel could feel his hot breath on his neck. It sent a tingling sensation throughout his body.

Joel really was enjoying this more than he thought he should be. Otherwise, he probably woke Mike up right away. He let them stay like this until he started to drift back to sleep. He hated to do it, but to spare Mike any embarrassment he knew he would suffer if he woke up to this, he slipped out of the blanket and let Mike have it.

-

“I didn’t do it again last night, did I?”

“Hmmm?”

“You know...”

“Oh... Uh, no I don’t believe so.”

“Alright”

Mike was relieved. Joel sighed.

-

Oh god, what a terrible movie. They couldn’t wait to go to bed and forget about it. Joel had gotten into bed, with Mike following. Again, they went to bed facing opposite ways. Later in the night, for the first time in a while, Joel hadn’t pulled the blanket over him. Maybe subconsciously in his sleep, he was trying not to egg Mike into the feigned cuddling that had happened the past two nights. Though, he had rolled over so he was facing Mike. A little bit after, Mike rolled over so he was facing Joel now. He inched his body closer to Joel. He inched close enough that he fit his head under Joel’s chin. Joel was warm again. Mike inched even closer so that his head was now on Joel’s chest. He was woken up by the new body heat. Mike was a little shocked. He was about to pull away when he felt Joel nuzzle him with his chin. Mike realized that Joel liked this. Instead of pulling away, he moved in as close as he could without starting to push Joel off the bed. He figured that he could let Joel have this. And he guessed that... well , he guessed he like it, too.

No.32505
Mutual masturbation:

The Mads had a picked a really “good” movie. This movie was really bad. It was so bad, everyone watching the movie had a hard time riffing on it. The bots were trying their hardest to pay attention, but Servo was slipping into sleep and Crow starting questioning his own sanity. Meanwhile, Mike and Joel had already stopped watching the movie, as their attention had moved to a new focus.

They had been holding hands from the beginning of the movie. By the middle of it, they had been getting antsy. And in the mood. They were lucky the movie theater was dark and that the bots were actually working to watch this movie. Joel and Mike both used their free hands to unzip their own jumpsuit as slowly and quietly as possible. When they finally got the zippers all the way down, the hands that were holding on let go of each other.

Mike and Joel leaned into each other to try and look tired from behind. This ruse would prove successful.

Joel slid his hand onto Mike’s thigh, and started rubbing. Mike slowly started getting hard. He fought to stifle any noises his throat would try to release. Mike, on the other hand, went straight for the prize, but was gentle with it. He softly held Joel’s slowly hardening cock in his hand. Joel, too, struggled to keep quiet so as not to draw attention to their activities.

After teasing Mike for a bit, Joel moved his hand to Mike’s dick. He slowly stroked Mike. Mike found it increasingly hard to keep quiet. Joel was a master with his hand. It only made sense since he was a mechanic. Mike rubbed his thumb over the head of Joel’s cock. Joel had to bite down on his bottom lip.

Both increase the speed of their strokes. They each had established their own speed and motion based on the other’s reaction. Joel like it slow, but squeezed hard. Mike like it fast, while turning the wrist on the way down.

They both were getting pretty close, and both could each sense that in each other. They both increased their efforts to make the other cum. When it came down to it, they both end up doing the same motion on each other. They were just doing an old-fashion jerking off. Up and down as quickly as possible.

Mike started to thrust his hips into Joel’s hand. Then his ass lifted off the seat and he released himself into Joel’s hand while bucking his hips. Mike coming set Joel off and he, too, came and he came pretty hard. When they both finally come down from their high, they went back to holding hands, but not without a quick kiss on the lips (and maybe a slip of the tongue) first.

The bots nor the Mads had even noticed that neither Mike nor Joel were contributing any riffs for a good couple of minutes.

No.32617
I love this thread. An awesome mix of adorable and very hot!

No.32780
>>32487

It's the Observer prompt:

“What purpose is there in having sex if procreation is not the goal?” asked Observer.

“I do not understand the concept either” replied second Observer.

“We will have to investigate this issue further” other Observer said.

-

“Hello, Joel and Mike. We have a proposition for you.”

“Yeah?” Joel asked.

“We would like to better understand the act of copulation when procreation is not the goal.”

“Well, the thing is, Observers, we need a woman up here for that” Mike chuckled out.

“Actually, it seems that two men can have sex. A woman is not needed.” other Observer said.

Joel blushed at this. He definitely wasn’t going to put up a fight, but Mike was more defensive.

“Well... you kind of... you have to be inclined... to that...” Mike was embarrassed. He couldn’t form a full sentence.

Observers were not going to have any of that though.

“Well, it better suits our experiment between two men, since there is no possible way you two could procreate.”

“But...” Mike was still fighting...

“Of course, we have ways of persuading you. Like cutting off your oxygen supply.”

Mike gave in.

-

Joel and Mike stood naked in Joel’s bedroom. They were a bit weirded out knowing that they were about to be watched having sex by three albinos. Joel had always imagined this moment to be a bit more special, but he was not going to complain. If this was the only way he’d have Mike, so be it.

“What do we do first?” Mike asked.

“Well we can’t just jump into without... you know...” Joel indicting that they were both pretty soft. “How about we kiss... or something?”

“Al-alright.”

Mike went in for the kiss first. This surprised Joel a bit, seeing as Mike seemed to be uncomfortable with the whole thing. It didn’t trouble him too long, though. The kiss was a soft kiss on the lips, but Joel wanted- no, needed more. He embraced Mike. His tongue pushed past his lips into Mike’s moth. Mike didn’t know how to respond to this initially, but decided to massage Joel’s tongue with his own. Mike finally relaxed and moved his hands from his sides and held onto Joel’s hips. Joel shivered at the touch. He was enjoying this. He felt himself get hard against Mike. It seems his being hard was making Mike hard as well, as he felt Mike’s once soft penis hardened against him.

-

“Hmmm...”

“What is it Observer?”

“You don’t feel it?” Observer replied.

No.32781
>>32780

Mike made a surprising move. He moved his mouth from Joel’s and kissed his neck. He started to suck on Joel’s neck to elicit a moan from him. He was successful. Joel leaned his head onto Mike’s. If he wasn’t completely already, he was now. Mike started to move further down. He kissed Joel’s collarbone.

Joel couldn’t believe how into this was. But he didn’t get too invested in that thought. He probably was doing this because he didn’t want his oxygen to get cut.

Mike had made his way down to Joel’s hips. He was still kissing and sucking on Joel. It was driving Joel nuts, especially when Mike’s hands moved from his hips to his ass.

Joel was so caught up in what Mike had done with his hands that he didn’t see Mike move his face to his cock. It only registered when he felt Mike’s tongue flick his head. He couldn’t help but groan.

“Ah... shit...”

Mike played with Joel’s cock with his tongue, licking and flicking all over. Finally he took Joel into his mouth. Then he removed one of his hands from Joel’s ass and grabbed onto Joel’s cock. He started stroking with a firm grip. Joel couldn’t stand anymore. Mike could sense this. He stopped for a second only to push Joel back onto the bed.

As soon as Joel was sitting, he went right back to sucking Joel’s cock. Joel couldn’t help but grab onto Mike’s head. He ran his fingers through his hair. He thought Mike was so cute. He was just staring at Mike when Mike looked up at him. He pulled his mouth off of Joel’s cock to smile at him, but still keep stroking.. Those dimples... Joel couldn’t help it... With a loud moan, he came. A little landed on Mike’s face, but most of it landed on Joel’s stomach. The next thing Mike did was the biggest surprise yet for Joel. Mike licked up the cum off of Joel’s stomach, nice and slow. He licked his way upward, all while looking Joel in the eyes.

Joel was so surprised at how quickly he recovered. He’d never done that when he was back on earth with women.

-

“Observer, what are you doing?!”

“I can’t... it seems right to do this.” Observer replied while pumping his cock.

“Does it... does it feel any better? It looks painful.” Other Observer asked.

“Despite how it looks, it definitely seems to relieve the pressure. It’s very... pleasurable.”

No.32782
>>32781

Mike had at least requested that the Observers send up lube before they did this “experiment”. He was now grabbing for it. Joel couldn’t wait for this. He wanted Mike, needed to fill him inside him. He always thought it was never possible. Now it was going to happen.

Mike found the lube. He poured some in his hand and rubbed his cock with it. He was a little scared. He had always done this with girls, but he’d never done this with a man. Joel could tell he was nervous. Joel smiled up at Mike. Mike stared at Joel and smiled back. This seemed to calm Mike down a bit. He looked more confident, Joel supposed.

Mike’s cock found Joel’s ass. He finally pushed. Joel whimpered a bit. It did hurt a bit, but at the same time, he couldn’t wait for Mike to stick his entire length inside him.

Mike was finally balls deep, but he didn’t pull back out quite yet. First he had to kiss Joel. This kiss was hard, a bit sloppy, but it had to be done. Mike broke the kiss to prop himself so he could start fucking Joel. He lifted Joel’s ass a bit and stood on his knees. He started thrusting into Joel. Joel had to grab onto the sheets. He bit down on his lips. Meanwhile, Mike was struggling not to come already. He was literally working at not coming AND trying to get Joel to come again at the same time. It was proving to be difficult, especially with Joel groaning the way he was.

Mike grabbed Joel’s cock and started jerking him off. Joel couldn’t handle it. He had to have Mike in his arms at that moment. He grabbed Mike’s shoulders and pulled him down. He kissed him and put his head on Mike’s shoulder. When he finally came, he bit down on Mike’s shoulder. Of course, Joel’s cum splattered all over their stomachs.

Mike let go of Joel’s cock, braced himself on his arms, and kept at it. It wouldn’t be much longer. Mike started to feel it coming. He kept thrusting until he found a rhythm. Right before he he came, he kissed Joel on the mouth, slipping his tongue into his mouth. When he came, he groaned into Joel’s mouth. He broke the kiss, kissed Joel on the jaw, and said “I love you.”

Had Joel heard Mike right? He stared at him. Mike looked back at Joel. He seemed to know what Joel was thinking. He smiled, nodded his head, and said “Yeah. I do.” Joel could only smile back and kiss Mike.

“Let me ask this. Why were you so defensive...”

“I didn’t think you felt the same way.”

Joel chuckled and pulled Mike back on top of him. They were a sticky mess, but they liked it that way.

-

“Well, I... I guess that... concludes the experiment.”

“Uh... yes. I suppose it does.”

The Observers, each covered in their own cum, struggled to compose themselves. They would later find that it was hard not to repeat this act, even when there was no experiment to be observed.

-End-

No.33379
I'm working on Forrester/Joel at the moment. It should be up soon. It's pretty long...

No.33382
This is Dr. Forrester/Joel:

Clay was lying in bed. He missed Joel already, but Joel had to get back to his crappy little apartment. Clay liked calling it that, and Joel knew he was right so he didn’t mind. In fact, Joel seemed to love it when Clay called it that.

The first time Clay went to that apartment, Joel had just started working at Gizmonics Institute. Joel invited Clay over for dinner. Clay was a bit iffy about going at first. It was Joel’s first day and he was inviting him to dinner? Why? Not wanting to seem cold, Clay accepted. Later that night, Clay showed up to Joel’s apartment. Joel buzzed him in. Clay didn’t like the looks of the hallways, and... did someone pee in the elevator? He finally got to Joel’s floor, found the correct apartment door, and knocked on it. Joel arrived at the door with a smile and let Clay in. Joel had dinner already made: spaghetti with meat sauce and salad. Clay took a look around the apartment. Very small, very empty. Joel had the basic furniture: a couch, a TV stand (with TV), a dining room table with two chairs. Joel only had two other rooms, a very small, cramped bathroom. Clay never went to the bedroom that night, but he assumed it was very tiny. Joel seem to notice Clay looking at his apartment.

“I know it’s small, but, you know, it’s a place to live. I’ve got someplace to sleep. And I can afford it.”

“Oh...”

“Why don’t we get started on dinner?”

For the rest of the night, Joel and Clay talked about each other. They asked what each had done before they started working at Gizmonics. They talked about parents, friends, childhoods. Clay started to like this Joel. Although he came to the apartment unsure of what would happen, he left feeling great knowing that he had made a new friend, and a great one at that...

-

The next couple of days Clay noticed that Joel seemed to be flirting with him. Joel would wink, or compliment him on how he looked, or he would even just smile at him whenever he could. Joel seemed to go out of his way just to see Clay as much as possible during the work day. Clay thought it was weird, but he thought it was more weird that he... that he liked it. Soon, he started flirting back.

One day Dr. Earhardt left the room to file some things when Joel walked in.

“Hey you!”

“Hey Joel” Clay said with a smile on his face.

“Where’s Larry?”

“Just left. He’s filing some things...”

“Well, that’s perfect for me then. Leaves me alone with you...”

Clay chuckled.

“Yeah. The stuff we could get away with.”

Joel inched closer.

“Yeah... A ton of stuff.” Joel started smiling.

Clay didn’t know what was going to happen, but he really wanted to know.

“Like... like what?”

Joel had finally made his way to Clay. He was literally an inch away.

“Oh... I don’t know...” Joel said coyly.

Joel grabbed onto Clay’s lab coat and pushed him against the table. His lips were right at Clay’s, but not quite touching.

Right then, they heard the door start to open and Joel pulled away from Clay.

“I’m back Dr. Forrester!”

Joel’s ability to recover the way he did was amazing. Like they weren’t just an inch away from each other about to... Clay on the other hand was struggling...

Larry hadn’t noticed anything.

“Ah... good Larry. Great job... Um... thank you for coming and helping me clean up Mr. Robinson...”

“No problem, sir.”

Larry hadn’t realized that nothing in the room had changed since he left. Thank god.

As Joel left, Clay couldn’t help watching him leave. What just happened?

-

At the end of the day, Clay couldn’t help but think about what happened... or better put, what almost happened.

He put on his regular clothes (a green polo and jeans). He left Gizmonics and started to go home when he got the craziest urge. Instead of making a left at the intersection to go towards his house, he went straight...

-

He arrived at Joel’s apartment and rang the buzzer.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Clay...”

“Hold on a sec.”

Joel buzzed him in.

When he arrived at Joel’s door, Joel opened it with a concerned look on his face.

“What’s the mat-”

Clay cut him off with a kiss. He pushed Joel back into his apartment and up against a wall.

Joel broke the kiss.

“I’m sorry.” Joel said.

“For what? Is something wrong?” Clay was afraid of what Joel was going to say.

“I’m sorry for doing that to you. Leaving you hanging like that all day.” Joel said as a smile grew on his face.

Clay just chuckled. He moved in to kiss Joel again, but Joel put a finger on Clay’s lips.

“Not here. Bedroom.”

No.33383
>>33382

Clay hadn’t noticed before but Joel was in street clothing, just a blue T-shirt and some khakis. It was weird seeing him in those clothes, despite the fact that the first night he was at Joel’s he was dressed in almost the same outfit (the shirt was black that time). He had gotten used to seeing Joel in his jumpsuit. Not that what he was wearing mattered at this moment, since he was about to be wearing nothing.

Joel sat on the bed and pulled Clay on top of him until they were lying down. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before Joel lifted his head to kiss Clay. Clay kissed back, allowing Joel to rest his head. Joel giggled. He like the tickle of Clay’s mustache. Clay’s glasses fell off onto Joel’s face. Joel just giggled some more and put them on his night stand.

Clay was nervous. He would later admit to Joel that he didn’t have that much experience being with people like this, in this way. He had only been with two girls, and those relationships didn’t last more than two weeks. He wanted to slip his tongue into Joel’s mouth, but he didn’t want to push it. Joel could tell Clay was holding back though. He pulled away from the kiss again and moved his mouth to Clay’s ear.

“It’s okay, Clay. It’s alright. Go ahead.”

With that, he nibbled on Clay’s ear. This sent a warm sensation down to Clay’s cock. He didn’t realize he would like that. Joel kissed his way back to Clay’s lips and kissed him again. This time, Clay finally had the courage to slip his tongue past lips into Joel’s mouth. Joel’s tongue eagerly met Clay’s. Joel sucked on Clay’s tongue a bit.

Joel hated that he had to keep pulling away from Clay so much, but he had to. He edged his way up the bed, pulling Clay with him so they were both more comfortable. When Joel finally got his head on the pillow, he pulled Clay’s face into his own. Clay felt Joel breathe into his mouth before he moved in for the kiss again. Clay started to feel Joel get hard against him. It was getting to be too much for him. He slid his hands under Joel’s shirt and started rubbing Joel’s sides. Joel moaned a bit. He liked the touch. Joel moved his hands to Clay’s back and started rubbing. Eventually his hands found the bottom of Clay’s polo shirt and started pulling up. Clay let Joel pull his shirt up to his underarms before helping him out. Clay got up on his knees to pull his shirt off. His vision was blocked by his shirt, and when he got it off, he saw Joel staring at him. His face showed some form of confusion, but a hint of delight at the same time.

“What is it?”

“It’s just... I didn’t realize you were so... cut...”

Clay flushed red from embarrassment. He wasn’t used to being complimented. At least, he took Joel’s comment as one.

“Oh... I... I work out in my spare time...”

Joel sat up and started to kiss Clay’s abs. Clay started to pull Joel’s shirt off. He finally got the shirt off and Joel went back to kissing his stomach. Joel’s hands found Clay’s pants’ button and zipper. He undid those with ease and started sliding the pants down. Clay was getting harder... and a little more embarrassed as his cock started poking out of his boxer hole. Joel could see Clay’s embarrassment.

“Clay... relax... Trust me...”

When Clay heard these words, he finally started to relax. He was ready to trust Joel. Joel was able to slide Clay’s pants and boxers off with a bit of adjustment. When all of his clothes were finally off, Clay moved his hands to Joel’s pants. He undid Joel’s belt buckle and tossed it to the side. He found Joel’s pants zipper and button, but fumbled with them. Joel chuckled a bit. He thought it was cute. Clay started to smile. He loved Joel’s smile. It didn’t hit him until now how cute Joel looked all the time. Joel’s sleepy eyes especially drew him in. Something about that was just adorable on the man.

Clay finally got them undone. Joel started to pull his pants off. When he finally got them off, Clay pushed Joel to the bed and fell back on top of him. He couldn’t help it. He wanted to have his body touch Joel’s. And when they finally came into contact, it was so warm... solid... It felt so good. Clay couldn’t help but grind into Joel. He let a groan out. Oh god, Joel... Joel felt so good under him. He started to kiss Joel’s neck. Joel threw his head back into the pillow and let out a moan. Again, the mustache just... it felt so good on his skin.

Joel started grinding his own crotch into Clay’s. Their cocks started rubbing against each other. Clay and Joel were just a pile of groans and grinding. Clay moved back up to Joel’s mouth and kissed him hard. It was a bit sloppy, but it didn’t matter to either of them.

Clay was getting closing to coming. He started to grind even harder. Joel responded by grinding back just as hard. Joel took his hands and started running it through Clay’s crazy hair. Joel thought it was cute... especially that one grey stripe. He wondered how that was possible, but he wasn’t really in the position to think about it for more than a couple of seconds. All of a sudden, Joel felt Clay shudder above him and his stomach felt a warm wetness. Joel pulled Clay into him as much as he possibly could. He starting grinding as hard as he could. He needed to cum, to spread his own cum with Clay’s all over their stomachs. Finally, in a couple of thrusts, Joel came. He let out a groan of pleasure that was swallowed up by Clay with a kiss.

-

Clay was lying on the bed with Joel cuddled up to him.

“Wow... Just wow...”

“I’m guessing you enjoyed that?”

“Joel... I never... I’ve never done that. Never thought about doing that...”

“I imagine that would be true...”

“I guess what I’m saying... is... I’m glad... glad I did it...”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah... with you...”

Joel tensed up. Clay sensed this and worried. Did he read too much into this? Was this just a fling to Joel?

“Really?”

“Uh... Yeah...”

There was a moment of silence.

“I’m glad, too.”

Clay relaxed again. He put his arm around Joel and pulled him in tighter.

No.33384
>>33383

The next couple of weeks were so much fun for Clay. He loved it when Joel would find him at work. If Larry was in the room, they would just smile at each other. But when Larry was gone... they were all over each other. Kissing each other, grinding, oh... it was so great... And each night, Clay would go back to Joel’s back. They didn’t even have sex sometimes. Those nights, they would just lay together and cuddle.

Two weeks after their first true sexual encounter, Clay finally invited Joel to his place. He was nervous about doing so. He considered himself a pack rat, his house cluttered with... inventions... But when Joel came by, he didn’t seem to mind at all. They had dinner, although they couldn’t tell you what it was, because as soon as they finished they were all over each other. This night was going to be different though, Clay saw to that. They... well... whenever they previously had sex, the most they had ever done was fingering... but no actual penetration. Clay was going to fix that.

They were naked on Clay’s table, Clay leaning on top of Joel, when he left the room.

“Where ya goin’, hon? We’re not done...”

Clay loved it when Joel called him hon.

“I know that. I’m coming back.”

Clay reemerged with a packet of lube. Joel stared at Clay before a sly grin appeared on his face.

“I see...”

“You wanna do this?”

“Of course. And I want you to do this.”

Clay hadn’t really thought about who was going to take it, and he would’ve been willing to take it himself, but Joel’s willingness to be the one to bottom...

“Come over here Clay. Let’s do this...”

Clay walked over to Joel and stood between his legs. He poured the lube out onto his hand and started rubbing his hard dick with it. Joel licked his lips. He was just as excited as Clay about doing this.

When Clay finished, he grabbed onto his cock and found Joel’s opening with it. He looked at Joel and their eyes locked. Joel gave Clay a smile and Clay nodded in response. He looked back down to make sure he put his cock in the right place. He pushed. Joel bit down on his lip. It hurt a bit, but at the same time, Clay being inside him felt so good. Clay pushed all the way in and leaned in to kiss Joel. Their lips met and they kissed until Clay pulled out. He started to thrust, but slowly and gently. He didn’t want to hurt Joel, but Joel was letting out some moans. He seemed to be enjoying this. Clay took that as a sign that he should increase his speed.

“Clay... Ah...”

Clay was having a hard time not coming. Joel was so tight and warm around him. And him talking like that was making it even harder.

“Fuck... Joel... I can’t...”

He really couldn’t.

“It’s okay Clay...”

Joel grabbed his own cock and started jerking himself off. Clay was trying to last as long as he could, but he didn’t see that happening much longer.

“Go ahead Clay... Go...”

Clay took Joel up on that offer unintentionally and came inside Joel. Joel whimpered and soon came after Clay did. His cum splattered all over his own stomach.

When they both rode out their orgasms, Clay lied on top of Joel on the table.

“That felt so good Clay.”

“Really? I was afraid of hurting you.”

“It hurt a bit, but it also felt great.”

“Maybe I’ll have to try it from your end.”

“Maybe...” Joel chuckled.

-

One day at work, Larry hired a temp to do temp stuff. You know, answer phones, file papers, all that kind of stuff. Temp’s name was Mike. A blonde. He wore a jumpsuit like Joel’s.

Joel was only trying to be nice to Mike, who he knew was only going to be there for a short amount of time, but Clay... he read way too much into Joel’s jokes. He was glad Mike was gone in a week.

-

Now we’re back at the beginning. The last night they spent together, before Clay lost his mind and Joel was shot up into space.

Clay was lying in bed after Joel had left to check on his apartment. He started to think, did he love Joel? He knew he liked him, spending time with him, liked having fun with him. He could see himself loving Joel. He did like spending time with Joel. He must... he must love Joel... Why else did he feel the way he did about him? He decided tomorrow at work that he would tell Joel how he felt. He didn’t care if Larry walked in on the confession. Let him know.

Clay walked into Gizmonics Institute, confident about what he was about to do. Or what he thought he was about to do.

He saw Joel standing at the reception desk, talking to Mike, laughing. Wait, why was Mike back? Clay felt something die inside him. Was he really going to have to fight for Joel’s affection? With Mike? He had to admit, Mike was good looking (he wasn’t afraid to judge the appearance of other males now). Those dimples really didn’t help. Joel had to be flirting with Mike.

Joel didn’t have any feelings for Mike like that, and Clay would never know that. He jumped to conclusions so quickly, he never bothered to find out, or talk to Joel. Joel just thought that he and Mike had something in common, the fact that their jobs weren’t the greatest when they were working at a place like Gizmonics, so he just sought him out as a friend. Just wanted someone to talk about work with. He could do that with Clay, but he knew that he didn’t understand what he was talking about, just like he didn’t understand Clay’s job too well.

Clay was suffering, seeing Joel with Mike. But he wouldn’t let himself get hurt. No, not like this. That’s when he decided... and he felt really stupid about the cliche thing he was about to do... that if he couldn’t have Joel, then no one could.

Clay didn’t want to kill Joel. That would be the worse thing. He would shoot him into space. No one could reach him that way. Except himself, that is. It was a crazy idea, but he was angry enough that it seemed completely logical and rational.

-

“Hey Larry. I have a great idea. How about for an experiment, we shoot someone into space?”

“Ok... why?”

“I don’t know... We can test something on him... like what would happen if he was in space and he had to watch bad movies, and because he was in space, he couldn’t escape?” Clay merely meant that as a joke. He kind of wanted Larry to talk him out of the experiment.

“That... that’s actually a great idea! If you just bombarded someone with bad movies, how would they react? How would their body respond? Clay, you’re brilliant! But who... would be willing to do this experiment?”

“I don’t think...”

“You’re right. No one would. We’ll have to force someone into it! How about that janitor-guy... Josh?”

“Joel?!”

“Yeah! Perfect!”

“Yeah...”

Clay was about to tell Larry not to go through with the experiment, but he thought of Joel... With Mike... and he was enraged. He was blinded by the thought of Joel leaving him for Mike... He couldn’t let that happen. So he went along with the plan he accidentally came up with.

-

Now Joel is in space, wondering why Clay would do such a thing to him. He had loved Clay and he thought Clay loved him back, even though Clay had never actually said that to him.

Then Clay did a 180 degree turn and shot him into space. And worse, he was torturing him with these terrible, awful movies. Joel got lonely, so he decided to build himself some friends. How? Well, Joel did go to MIT. Why was he a janitor? Well, the economy was in the crapper and he needed money.

-

Clay hated pretending in front of Larry that he hated Joel. It was the complete opposite. He would occasionally let a pet name slip out of his mouth. But other than that, he put on this whole facade that he hated Joel. It killed him inside. He made the biggest mistake of his life and now he had to roll with it. He hated himself.

No.34783
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34783
Someone on /y/ drew this for me. I liked it but they thought they did a bad job. WHAT'S YOUR OPINION /coq/?

No.34998
I like everything in this thread. EVERYTHING.

No.35158
>>34783
Sweet deal. It's cute.

I scour /y/ for /r/ threads just so I can request (or, on the off chance fill a request for) Joel and Mike.

I wish they were just a little more cannon.
fffffffff

No.35269
>>35158
Yeah, I wish there more (and better) pics of them. It kind of sucks because I would imagine not a lot of people on /y/ know of the show, since they'd be more willing to draw the pictures, and on /r/, they probably wouldn't want to draw them but they know about the show...

Is Catch 22 the word i want to use here? Anyway, all we have are the fics...

No.42524
god I love this stuff.

No.43125
The single worst fanfic I've ever read tried to cross MST3K with the Chrono Trigger universe. It was in some Ygroup. I
ll see if I can dig it up.

No.43183
Here it is. It's very long so I'm just posting the first (of 20!) chapters.

hXXp://tv.groups.yahoo.com/group/MST3k_slash/message/28

No.43195
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43195
THIS THREAD.
oh my god i love it

No.44844
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44844
Someone recently drew this on DA. Seriously, I wish this was a bigger fandom, because I love this pairing so much...

No.45066
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45066

No.45067
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45067
one more

No.45169
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45169

No.45182
I write a bunch of MST3K fics, but we need some drawfags up in this fandom...

Speaking of that, I'm in the mood to write some...

No.46633
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46633
a drawfag offered their services, i requested, got Joel. I like. A LOT.

No.54076
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54076
Bumpan.
There has to be more of this stuff somewhere!

No.56618
Bump to keep this thread alive



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