Sportarobbie | Stingy Ruins Everything

The Cut

Sportacus looked down to see the entrance to what could only be the sewers. Were there even sewers under Lazytown?

Well there's only one way to know.

Sportacus stepped off the lid and attempted to lift it. But it wouldn't budge. He had seen Robbie just fall down practically through the lid. He tried standing on it. It still didn't budge.

He jumped a few times, and with a start, the lid went below and Sportacus fell down. In an instant, he was gone and the lid was back in place.

Sportacus plopped down onto a cold, stone floor. He sat up on his knees to see Robbie lying on the floor, moaning in pain.

"Robbie!" Sportacus exclaimed in panic.

Sportacus crawled over to Robbie and grabbed him in his arms.

Robbie turned to face Sportacus. "Ow," he moaned, "Help."

"What's wrong, Robbie?" Sportacus wept.

"I-I need a band-aid,"

"What?" Sportacus said, raising his eyebrows.

"I need a band-aid." Robbie muttered again, "I cut my finger."

Sportacus now wore a face of sympathy and question. He gently grabbed Robbie's finger and kissed the part where it was bleeding. More blood started to spill out of a small cut on the tip of his ring finger. Sportacus licked the blood sensually.

Sportacus lifted Robbie's head and kissed his forehead. Robbie slowly lifted his arms and wrapped them around Sportacus' neck. He pulled hard on the back of his head so their mouths met.

Robbie pushed Sportacus back an inch or two and smiled at him. They were now both lying on the floor, Sportacus on top.

"All better?" Sportacus asked in a seductive tone.

"Oh yes," Robbie said, even though his finger was still bleeding.

The two began to laugh as they both sat up. Sportacus removed his hat, ran his fingers through his hair, and put it back on.

The two laughed and talked for what seemed like hours.