Sesame Street (Bert/Ernie) Title: Squeak Toy Author: Ladyofshadow Rating: NC-17 Warnings: sex, brief use of a rubber toy Word count: 426 Prompt: Sesame Street, Bert/Ernie: Bath play - "Rubber Ducky, you're the one." A/N: …I can’t believe I wrote Sesame Street slash…
“Ernie, we need to talk.”
“What’s up, Bert?”
“I have issues with your rubber ducky.”
Ernie clutched the rubber ducky close, the bubbles of the bath tub creating a barrier between them and Bert. “Shh, you might hurt rubber ducky’s feelings.”
“That’s what I mean! You care more about that thing than you do me!”
“That’s not true, Bert. It’s just that rubber ducky is in the mood more than you are…”
“Now see here, I work all day-
“And I don’t? At least rubber ducky likes to be with me when I’m naked. He likes to take baths with me and he never gets tired.”
“Rubber ducky is not real.”
“He’s real to me,” Ernie said. “Not only does he listen to me, he responds to my touch.”
Squeaky squeaky.
“See? You don’t make noises like that, you don’t make any noise.”
“Maybe if you touched me like that I would,” Bert said.
Ernie blinked and smiled. “Come here, Bert.”
“Don’t even think about it,” Bert said. “I’m too tired.” He turned around , folded his arms, and startled when a bubble-laden hand grabbed at his pants. “Gargh!”
“Hmm Bert, seems you do make noises after all,” Ernie said gleefully. His soapy body pressed against Bert, soaking his pristine clothing.
Bert’s knees went weak when Ernie started to fondle his crotch in rolling, grabbing movements.
“Er…rarw….nneigh…eeak.”
“I’m gonna sing for you,” Ernie said. He cleared his throat, “Bert and Ernie, we’re the ones. In the bathroom, having fun.” He pulled down Bert’s pants and pressed forward; satisfied that he got a surprised squeak from the man. “You work too hard. You’re so tense. Let your Ernie make it all better.”
Bert yelped and ended up pinned against the wall. His lover was oiled and slick – Ernie must have been waiting for him to go off and was biding his time for the opportunity to jump him. This was unexpected, yet he knew Ernie well enough to find out that his surface stupidity was a ploy. How foolish he was to forget that. He really had been working too hard.
His vision fogged and he slid to his knees. Rubber was pressed against his anus and he flinched at the telltale squeak that flexed between his cheeks.
“You can be my squeak toy,” Ernie said, pulling out the rubber ducky.
Bert winced at the way Ernie sing-songed the statement, but, that didn’t prevent a smile spreading across his face.
Instead of work tiring him out, maybe he’d make an effort to save some energy for home.