Frender One Shots

Of Microwaves And Fires

"You're mine" being growled into his ear after everything that had happened in his crappy life of toxic relationship after toxic relationship (even the completely platonic one he had had with Leela) was not something Fry expected to make him exceedingly happy, happier than he had ever felt in his life -barring the ability to finally see Seymour and his mother again.

Like a lot of things, it all started because of a fire. Not usually a microwave fire, but still.

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What did I ever do to deserve this? Fry thought to himself as he surveyed the wreckage of his home, which had been set ablaze by his freaky ex who didn't know when to let go. She had set his microwave on fire, of all things, while he was laying on the couch after having fallen asleep watching tv.

But one good thing came out of this major inconvenience, proven when Fry looks longingly over at the firefighter who helped to put out his house and was, albeit unknowingly, Fry's newest crush. The firefighter -Bender, as he later found out- had been so serious in the face of the ever-growing fire, but when he saw the tired, panic-stricken face Fry had plastered on he looked so sympathetic that Fry was immediately smitten.

"Do you have anywhere to stay, sir? Anyone you can contact?" asked the firefighter.

Fry couldn't speak -still too shocked- and shook his head no.

"You can stay with me until you find a place to stay. I got a buddy who owes me a favor, so he should have no complaints," he started before mumbling, "even though it's my goddamn house."

He smiled. "Anyway, the name's Bender."

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That had been a month ago and Fry was nowhere near finding his own apartment, but in his defense Bender was being no help. Every house they went to look at had some fault that Bender could find and if there wasn't one he would discretely pay someone to make a scene or play music increasingly loudly until finally Fry yelled, "I've had it!" and stomped out the door to the car.

Things didn't hit a breaking point until later that week when Fry was in the shower after coming home from a long day delivering packages.

He and Bender were talking through the door to the bathroom when Bender finally thought Fuck it, busted down the door, and grabbed Fry's wrists to pull him forwards. Fry, wearing only a towel, had not yet been able to finish drying off and water droplets were tracking their way down the side of his face and the length of his chest before landing on the towel wrapped around his waist.

This, combined with the cute surprised look on Fry's face, was enough to push Bender into acting on his feelings (because apparently Fry wasn't bright enough to have figured them out, even when Bender was obviously sabotaging house hunting expeditions and staring at him during all of their movie nights).

He moved himself forward step-by-step, forcing Fry to back up at the same pace before his back was flush against the wall. He leaned in, placing his mouth by Fry's ear and whispered, "Do you know how utterly delectable you look right now?"

Fry's subsequent blush coloured all the way down his neck as he let out a half-sigh-half-moan and leaned into Bender's hands that were snaking their way down his sides in a way that suggested he was trying not to do anything too forcefully, as if Fry was a doll that could break if handled without care.

"Bender..." Fry simpered, "move." He rolled his hips upwards in search of friction, causing Bender to groan and try to crowd even closer despite the already limited space between them.

Their faces were close together, breaths mixing from the proximity. Without knowing who initiated it, the two were suddenly kissing, breathing each other in as their hips rocked against each other's.

To Bender, Fry was making the nicest noises: whimpers and gasps with choked off groans that twisted his features in the most appealing way. To Fry -who was trying his hardest to keep his eyes open and take everything in, but failing spectacularly- Bender was a picture of everything he had imagined when he first heard Bender's cocky voice give way to his concerned, forced nonchalant tone as he offered Fry a place to stay. Bender was making deeper sounding noises than Fry, his hips eventually making quicker, more aborted thrusting motions as the pleasure mounted.

Fry looped his arms under Bender's arms and around his back to pull him closer as they moved. As Fry cried out, Bender tucked his face into Fry's neck and bit down before releasing the skin and tipping over the edge himself.

As their breaths were returning to normal, breaths puffed against Fry's ear as Bender growled into it.

"Remember this: You're mine."