It was a rainy November morning; a particularly unremarkable Tuesday. Denny was in his apartment, laying on his couch, absentmindedly watching a bland show on TV. Applebee stumbled groggily out of Denny's room, yawning.
"Mornin', sleepyhead," Denny teased, grinning at the shorter blonde boy. "Oh shut up," he replied jokingly. "Whatcha watching?" He turned his gaze towards the television, which was playing a rerun of The Big Bang Theory. He grimaced as another laugh track was played. "Gimme," Applebee requested, reaching for the remote. Denny pulled it away from him, and stuck his tongue out mockingly. Applebee crawled on top of him in an attempt to reach for it, so Denny did the only thing he could think of. He shoved it down his pants. Applebee looked down at the remote sized bulge in his pants, and back at him. Pants, Denny, pants, Denny. He stared at him, maintaining eye contact as he slowly crept his hand down into his shorts. "Oh. That's not the remote."
YOU ARE READING
Applebee's X Denny's
Fiksi Penggemarseriousjones: The sexual tension between two gas stations on the same intersection yarking: I'm so sick of this shit. Two gastations can't even be on the same block without some walnut shipping them, while I can't find a single fic for dennys/appleb...
