Austeled one-shots

Theyre trans your honour.

Requested by: @BambiCORNHAHA

Context: they're dating (t4t but they don't know yet)
3rd person

It was a hot day in the Wii. The two were playing Wii tennis to pass the time.

They were sweating profusely from the physical strain and (simulated) beaming sun.

It was barely manageable but they're stubbornness to win the game overruled, so they continued on.

Austin's pov

Why is it so hot in this fucking Wii?? I get we're playing tennis but still.

It's too hot for this shit but there's nothing else to do. Plus I'm not letting this dick win again.

I was caught up in my thoughts and didn't manage to hit the ball back in time.

*Ding!*

Eteled pumped his arm in victory.
"Good job little mii." I sighed, taking a minute to catch my breath.

"Thanks." There was a pause. "Is it just me or is it just really fucking hot right now?"

"Noo, really? I thought it was quite cold actually!" He rolled his eyes, holding back a smirk. I knew he found my sarcasm funny, but he'd never admit it himself.

"Oh, shut up you sarcastic prat."  He sighed, pulling at the hem of his sleeves. He grabbed the back of his shirt, quickly pulling it off and revealing his bare chest.

Just below his chest lay two perfectly symmetrical scars, long healed but still visible.

I flushed, trying my hardest to look away but found myself unable to.
"No need to stare, you horny bastard." He chuckled, pulling me out of my trance as he tied his shirt around his waist.

"Oh fuck off. I just didn't expect.. well.." I didn't know how to say it without coming off as rude or critical.

He looked down, examining his chest, and crossing his arms to cover himself.

"Sorry. I didn't realise they were still visible." He awkwardly mumbled, covering his chest as though it was the most disgusting thing imaginable.

"No, no, no! I-it's fine! It was just u-unexpected! Nothing wrong with it!" I stuttered out. "I just wouldn't expect it from you of all people."

"If you say you thought I was a "real man" I am going to punch you so hard I swear to god."

"Ew no. That is such a bullshit thing to say. I heard that one too many times growing up." I chucked quietly.

"Wait, pause. What do you mean?"
"About?"
"About 'hearing it one too many times growing up'. " He cocked an eyebrow, awaiting an answer.

"Eh, fuck it. Cats out the bag." I mumbled, lifting up my shirt to reveal the binder I was wearing.

"It means, Sherlock Holmes, that I'm trans too." His eyes widened slightly, saying nothing. He stared down at my chest for a few moments before looking up into my eyes.

"You've been wearing that all this time? While playing tennis in 30°C?! No wonder why you look like you're about to pass out!" He sighed.

"But I like being flatt.." I whined, lowering my shirt.
"Yeah, well your flat ass makes up for however big your tits may be." I was about to reply before he cut me off. "Come on dumbass, let's get that binder off of you."

I didn't bother fighting it, considering I felt like I was gonna die of heatstroke.

"Fine." I mumbled, teleporting us back. I almost collapsed onto the floor, feeling the cold tiles contrasting with the warm air was strange, but I was still very glad they were cold.

"Turn away a second." I instructed. He obliged and turned away from me. I took my shirt off, then my binder, and put my shirt back on.

I would've put a bra on but my tits were hurting, so I just put my shirt back on.
"You can look now." I said. He turned to face me, immediately looking down at my tits.

"And you called me out for staring." I smirked. He didn't respond to the remark, only mumbling;

"Your tits are massive.."

"I- w-what?-" I stuttered, blushing. He put a hand over his mouth, realising what he had just said.
"Did I just say that out loud-?"
There was a pause.

"Yeah.." It was almost a whisper, but loud enough to reach both our ears.
"I.." another short pause. "-Did not mean to say that."

"Wow really?! I couldn't have guessed that from the 'Did I just say that out loud-?'! Thank you for clarifying!" The sarcasm was blatant. I could hear the brief snicker before the usual;
"Oh, piss off!"

We both laughed a little. I was thankful to have gotten rid of the mild tension, sighing a little.

"Was it supposed to be a compliment or an insult??" I asked, half joking, but also kind of curious.

"A compliment. I can see how it would be insulting though. Sorry if it made you dysphoric." He apologised, looking away.

"No, you're good. Don't worry." I pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead in reassurance.

He smiled up at me, pecking me on the lips. I giggled.
"C'mere you fuckin' dork!" I began to smother his face with kisses, starting at his cheeks and making my way round.

"Ah- stop-! That tickles!" He giggled.
"Never!" I smiled, continuing on. He grabbed my face, pulling me in for a kiss on the lips.

"Mh!" A muffled sound came from me, something between a moan and a squeak.

After a moment, we pulled away to catch out breath. I held his face gently, like holding the most priceless porcelain ever made.

"I love you." He smiled softly, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning his head on my chest.

"I love you too loser." I gently kissed his forehead again, sighing in contempt.

(And Stanley was happy 😍 /ref)/j