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Deep Cut’s Frye had always been an ally and an all around sweetheart. She just had this one habit, one thing that she could not stop saying no matter where she was or who she was with.
Whether she was waiting in line to go on the Cohozuna ride at Wahoo World,
“Ugh, this is so fucking gay.”
Or meeting up with a friend,
“Did you see the latest Off the Hook concert? That shit was so gay, I loved it!”
Or holding hands with Deep Cut,
“Shiver, your hands are so soft. No, Big Man, it’s not gay when I say it because I said no homo beforehand.”
Until one night, when sitting on the couch with Shiver in their apartment, Frye finally loses a game to the octoling after having quite the winning streak in Super Smash Squids. Shiver beams as they watch Bayonetta doing her victory pose while Frye sulks, hunched over the couch’s arm.
Big Man wouldn’t be back from his visit to his family for another week, so there was nobody to mediate between the two inkfish.
“This game is so gay,” she groans, tossing the controller aside. Onscreen, Samus claps politely for her opponent, and Frye’s face is suddenly plastered with a too-familiar smirk. “You know what else is gay?”
Shiver rolls their eyes. “My mom?”, they say flatly. And of course, they’re right.
Frye’s brows come together in mild concern at Shiver’s tone. “You good, Shiv? I can stop making those jokes if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“No, no,” the octoling snickers. “I just find it funny how you call everything gay when you’re the gayest squid in Splatsville.”
“Me? Gay? ”, Frye asks incredulously. “Shiver, you can’t just be saying that, that’s a serious accusation!”
The hypocrisy has Shiver borderline in stitches. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you checking out and flirting with women, Frye.”
“I’m just playful like that!”
“I’ve seen you playful. That is not playful.”
“You’re literally gayer than me! You got blue hair and pronounce!”
Shiver can’t help but grin at that.
Meanwhile, Frye knits her brows in thought. “Look, we can test for sure who’s gayer if we play gay chicken. You remember how we used to play in highschool?” After a moment’s hesitation, Shiver nods, a blush threatening to creep across their cheeks at memories of bored days spent cutting class, doing things they absolutely should not have been doing, days that one hundred percent awakened something within them.
The rules are that the first one to pull away from the kiss loses, plain and simple.
Frye leans in, thumbing the corner of Shiver’s lips with a grin self assured of its victory, and with no resistance at all, swipes her tongue in past a sharp set of teeth, slowly running it over the crown of each. If this is an attempt to get Shiver to back down, it sure as hell isn’t working. They shudder at sensations they haven’t felt from Frye since way back then, and it takes everything they have to keep quiet as they both lean into the kiss, their breaths growing hot and heavy as their hands begin to wander with a mind of their own. The only response from Frye is a twitch of her ears, and a few gentle bites to their lip that have the pit of their stomach sparking like steel striking flint.
Shiver is the first to pull back, more for air than anything, and their faces both burn like liquid glass, pulled fresh from the flames.
Thick tension hangs in the air, and both eye the other with a renewed competitive fire, and maybe something else.
Frye pants, “You lose, you’re gay.”
Shiver is still catching their breath. “That literally does not make sense. You leaned into it more and pulled away last!”
“You were the one feeling me up!”
“So were you!”
“That’s not the rules.” Frye whines at a flick to her forehead. “Okay, okay, fine, maybe we need something a little more concrete.” The inkling’s pensive expression flashes with inspiration. “I know,” she says, “We go as far as we can, and it wouldn’t be cool if saying to stop was how you lose so…how about the first one to get there is gay?”
“‘As far as we can?’” ‘Get there?’ She can’t possibly mean… “You mean have sex?” Frye doesn’t nod, but her face is dead serious. There’s no fucking way. Shiver can’t handle it. “That is the gayest idea you’ve ever had,” they wheeze.
“No, it’s not!” Frye springs from the couch and ducks into the next room, rushing back onto the couch with a pair of socks on. “Look, if you say no homo, and you got the socks on, scientifically it’s proven it’s not gay ‘cuz it’s the homies. Only the one who loses is gay, ‘cuz they were turned on by it.” Frye pauses her incredibly scientific explanation, remembering the gravity of what she was suggesting. “I mean, unless you don’t want to. That’s okay too.”
“There’s no way I can answer that without you saying I’m gay, is there?” Shiver’s answer is all there in the cheeky grin Frye shoots their way. “But sure, I’m down. If anything, just to show you how gay you really are.” They punctuate that statement by pressing a more chaste kiss to Frye’s lips, cupping her face in their hands.
“Gayass,” Frye says teasingly. Her cheeks are so warm against Shiver’s hands. Her half lidded golden eyes are so adorably cheeky, yet still dizzy from contact with Shiver’s lips. And right now, she’s all theirs. “We can stop at any time by the way, don’t be scared to tell me.” Shiver merely hums their agreement as they get right to work kissing down the side of Frye’s neck, indulging greatly in each shudder they earn from the little nibbles they leave at its base. Frye’s breaths quickly begin to stutter, and just as she tilts her head to allow Shiver more room to work with, she seems to remember that this is a competition.
“Hey-“ Shiver pauses the gentle onslaught they’d been giving Frye, under the assumption she wanted to stop. Instead, the inkling pulls her tube top off over her shoulders, and tosses it aside. “No homo.”
“Showing yourself off already?”, Shiver asks.
Snark is the only thing they have to defend themselves against being teased for turning beet red at the sight of Frye’s breasts. They’d known she hadn’t been wearing anything underneath, and they’d seen them before, bare like this, but never in this context. Never so close they could reach out and touch them, and never in a situation where it would be okay to.
“If it helps me win.” Frye takes advantage of Shiver’s distraction and pushes them against the couch’s side. For some reason, she is immediately more aggressive than Shiver. Each kiss to their sensitive collarbone is filled with teeth, and despite the pain, each lick she gives the wounds to apologize sets them on fire. The octoling does what they can to distract themselves from the growing waves of pleasure, taking the opportunity to do what they’ve always wanted while Frye is hard at work leaving a trail of bruises down their neck. Their hands come to rest on Frye’s breasts, enjoying how they fill up their hands with warmth. They start with leaving only the slightest grazes over the flesh there, but they quickly get into it, grabbing and squishing them together, relishing in the way Frye squirms at the feeling.
“Having fun?”, Frye asks knowingly.
Shiver only pinches her nipples as hard as possible in response, earning a squeal Frye tries to cover up with a bite to Shiver’s shoulder that has them seeing stars.
“Wait,” Shiver breathes. Not caring about the disadvantage they’re putting themselves at, Shiver almost frantically tosses their shirt aside, and their sarashi follows. For only a split second Frye seems taken aback, before a devious look comes onto her face and she leans back in for another kiss. This time, slow and sweet, with only the slightest hint of teeth. Frye presses herself against Shiver so that her breasts are right against theirs, and the feeling is so soft, they could cry right then and there. If this moment lasted forever, they would’ve died happy.
Instead, Frye pulls back from the kiss, her tongue still lolling out for a second, dripping a string of their mixed saliva over their chest. Frye admires her newfound real estate, but not in a gay way, of course. Shiver has only a moment to process the cold fluid dripping down their chest before their friend starts nosing her way down Shiver’s sternum and pressing sloppy kisses all over the undersides of Shiver’s tits, slowly working her way up. Each time she blinks, Frye’s lashes brush ticklishly against Shiver’s skin, intensifying the feeling of the teasing licks she gives to each breast. Fuck . They can’t help the hand that comes to caress the back of Frye’s head, or the filthy sounds that start to escape them, or the shudder that runs through their body as they feel her giggle against their skin. “This is gonna be so easy.”
Shiver’s sharp retort is stolen from them by teeth sinking into their flesh.
Shit . At this rate, Shiver would fall apart the second Frye touched them. They had to redirect her focus, and for that, they would have to get dangerously close to the loss. “Frye,” Shiver murmurs. Frye merely hums a response, continuing to lazily work with her tongue as she gazes up at Shiver, nearly breaking them right then and there.
Frye definitely notices the growing need in their eyes, the question that they want to ask her with nothing but a look. Frye knows what that question is, but she’s dead set on getting it out of them. “What do you want, Shiv?”, she asks sweetly, moving up again so they’re nose to nose and chest to chest. There is so much heat and adrenaline coursing through Shiver that they can scarcely form a coherent thought, much less words. They settle for slipping their fingers in slightly past the waist of her baggy jeans, silently asking permission. After a moment’s silence, listening only to the shared racing of their hearts, Frye smirks and says, “Kinda gay of you.”
“You literally just had my tits in your mouth.”
“Fair.” At this point, it doesn’t look like the inkling is going to budge first. She looks happy enough just to lay there on top of Shiver, watching them squirm and whine for her in delicious agony. They would have to take a risk here to get her to play right into their plan. Shiver pushes Frye back slightly with a palm to her chest so they would have room to kick their shorts off, and as they do, Frye’s eyes almost hungrily follow the motion of their thighs, which squeeze together on instinct.
She then shrugs, trying not to outwardly showing how much the display is affecting her. “I guess I’ll play along, if it gets you going.” Bait taken.
Frye’s jeans take a little more effort to take off, but the sight is well worth it. Shiver is so busy taking in Frye’s nearly naked silhouette, that they miss the opportunity they created and let Frye on top of them again. With her hands the inkling teases their legs open, and Shiver can feel their stomach tighten as her thigh finds its place between them. Frye grins, her voice suddenly smug and low. “Goddamn, you’re wet.”
“I’m just…in character,” they stammer.
“Sure.”
Shiver feels Frye’s muscles tense as they do the same in return, hiking a thigh up between Frye’s legs, leaving a slight wet spot on their skin that sends a shock of electricity right to their core. “You’re pretty in character yourself.”
“Fuck off.” Frye grabs Shiver roughly by the hips and pushes them further onto their back. All the octoling can do as she wrecks their mouth and subconsciously rubs against their crotch like she didn’t just say she wasn’t gay is use one hand to play with the inkling’s tentacles, right in the spots near her suckers where they knew she was sensitive, and use the other to explore the muscled expanse of her back. Shiver imagines their repressed high school self seeing this display.
They would die of envy.
With this in mind, they decide to have as much fun as possible when they get to her thighs, striped with beautiful stretch marks, and take greedy handfuls of the flesh like a kid in a candy shop as Frye teases them over the spot soaked through on their boxers.
Frye’s fingers pause when she notices Shiver’s hand lingering on her asscheek, kneading it like a cat kneads a pillow. She perks a brow, but Shiver refuses to let up. “Enjoying yourself?”
“There’s nothing to not enjoy about this.”
If this weren’t a ‘game’, Shiver would’ve spanked her right then, and though they don’t say it, Frye can feel the intent behind those eyes, and flushes beneath their gaze.
“You won’t be so bold when I make you lose,” she huffs. Frye finally slides a hand beneath their boxers, and rubs at the bare skin of their hips before going further, making sure Shiver is on board. Their brain is so foggy with desire by now, that they forget that Frye’s fingers have the power to bring about their surefire defeat. It’s only when Frye has had her fill of messing with Shiver that she starts curling fingers into them, slowly one by one, hesitant at first, and working up a good pace when she manages to find just the spot that gets Shiver’s legs shaking. It says something about how wound up Shiver is that it takes barely anything from Frye, who has no experience doing this, to get them losing their mind.
Frye herself isn’t much better off. Feeling Shiver clench their thighs around her waist and hearing each and every one of their little noises as she pumps her fingers in and out is driving her wild. This is the kind of stuff she’s only ever dreamed about, and woken up a little guilty from-
But being knuckles deep in your bestie is a totally normal thing to dream about.
Just typical dream nonsense.
This is so real though, so tangible, and Frye has no idea how she feels about it.
It’s just a game, right?
Yeah . It’s alright for her to have some fun for the sake of a game.
When Frye smiles into the kiss Shiver was using to muffle themselves, the realization comes to them.
They should not have let her get this far. Forget about the crossing of boundaries between friends. They are so going to lose. Damn their stupid horny brain.
Despite the tension quickly building in their abdomen, they can’t possibly let Frye win.
Shiver lures Frye in with a gentle kiss to her cheek, and then presses another to her shoulder and nape. Without warning, they bite so hard they draw blood. They don’t let go until she pulls out her fingers and moves back, whining like a wounded animal.
There was probably a better way to do that, but the thirsty look in Frye’s eyes as she watched them lick her blood off their lips made it worth it.
“Was that too much?”, asks the octoling, voice equal parts concern and lust. Frye shaking her head slightly is all they need to move forward. Shiver feels suddenly bold, determined to make the most of this situation Frye had gotten them both into.
Their fingers run tenderly over her jaw, and their hearts flutter when they feel Frye lean into the touch. “I’ll make it better,” they purr. That’s all it takes.
Frye had made sure not to be vocal this entire time, but now, each impossibly soft kiss and lick to the sensitive bruise blooming over her shoulder has her covering her mouth to hide her gasping for breath and muttering utter nonsense, sounds Shiver drinks up hungrily with more and more fervor as they continue downward to explore her chest with their mouth and run their hand over the insides of her thighs, which squeeze around them so hard they almost lose their circulation. They keep at this, cruelly bringing their fingers so devastatingly close to where she wants them, acting like they’re finally going to set her panties aside and touch her, only to pull away and begin the process all over again. Shiver can feel their tactics slowly starting to unravel Frye, and she melts beneath the octoling, occasionally trying to rub herself against their hand, but saying nothing despite so obviously wanting more.
They’ve messed with her enough by now. It’s time to show some mercy, they decide with a peck to her lips.
“Tell me what you want, Frye,” they say, mirroring her sickly sweet tone from earlier. Frye can’t even look at them, her face is so red with arousal and embarrassment, and Shiver loves it. They lean in close, and whisper, “Do you want my mouth on you, or is that too gay ?”
Shiver’s words, their gorgeous ruby eyes drinking her all in, their body so close to hers, the heat of their voice against her ear…it’s all so much. And it’s all she ever wanted, she’s coming to realize. An old part of Frye wants to hate that, that she wanted it so much. Even more that she’s actually getting it. But she can’t hate it. Especially not from Shiver.
Frye’s lips tremble until she finally gives in to her own desires. “Do it.”
Shiver lets up on their bold, seductive persona for a moment. “You sure?”
It sounds so achingly familiar, to hear Shiver so concerned for her wellbeing. It’s like nothing has changed between them despite how far this has gone, and in that instant, Frye feels safer beneath Shiver than anywhere else in the world. Without another thought, she relaxes further into the couch and nods.
A dizzyingly sweet kiss to her cheek makes her eyes flutter shut, and when they open again, Shiver is already propped up on their elbows, head resting between the thighs Frye had barely even noticed she’d spread for them. “Let me know if you need to stop, alright?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Shiver smirks at the impatience in her tone. It only makes them want to take longer, and they take their sweet time enjoying the view of Frye, completely flustered and exposed, once they finally get to remove her panties. “What are you waiting for?”, she demands.
“Someone’s in a hurry to lose.”
“Be quiet.”
Enough back and forth.
Shiver begins with only the slightest tip of their tongue, tracing a path over her lips just so they can watch her buck into them. Frye contemplates shoving their face into her pussy just so they can get the hell on with it, when sudden suction to her clit wrings a high keen out of her she didn’t even know she was capable of. Slow licks up her lips obscure Shiver’s mouth, but the smile in their eyes is obvious as they work into a faster rhythm, making the little wet pops from their work increase in frequency. As they go on, they pay more and more attention to her clit, tracing every shape imaginable into it with their tongue to gauge her reactions. Frye’s hips roll to keep up and get as much from their touch as possible, and fuck . The sight of them down there, her best friend with her thighs tightly squeezed around their head, occasionally looking up to meet her gaze as they pushed every one of her buttons is absolutely destroying her. Though her brain can barely think about anything besides how good she’s feeling, Frye realizes what she must look like- all flushed and bitten up, sweating, moaning shamelessly. Right now, she could care less. Especially when she feels Shiver’s tongue filling her, tentatively at first to check that she’s fine with it, then feeling out her insides, her entire body positively rocks, and her fingers grip the sides of the couch cushions for dear life. Frye can feel herself slipping away, but it doesn’t matter, Shiver is right there to catch her, and fuck it feels amazing.
Shiver’s slept with other women before, but this is Frye. And just that knowledge, that the one they’re slowly, lovingly drawing those beautiful cries out from is Frye, their best friend they’ve had by their side and loved for years , is absolutely intoxicating. The only thing keeping them from acting on the white hot arousal in them right now is their need to win, not that there’s any competition, or fight left in their opponent.
“S-shiv-“ Frye stammers- “Wait.” The octoling pauses with a twitch of their ears and looks up at their friend. “I want…I want you on my thigh. Get off on my thigh. Please.” Frye’s voice is so wobbly, they can scarcely make out what she said. She looks so wrecked, Shiver can’t possibly deny her request, if even just for a moment. She did say please. Every ounce of self restraint they have goes into not cumming as they grind on her thigh, listening to her voice escape her as whines between heaving breaths. “Fuck, Shiv…I’ve wanted this so badly… for so long.”
“Wanted what?”, they ask innocently with a blazing hot lick to her ear.
“Y-you…”
“Not just tonight?” Shiver moves their hips agonizingly slow, and all Frye can muster is a shake of her head, eyes scrunched shut.
Shiver pauses. Frye’s bashful answer threatens to throw them off balance. They can’t possibly process it right now. They have to win first. Then they can think.
“I know you’re trying to trick me into giving you the win, sweetheart,” they hiss. Shiver comes close enough to Frye to kiss her cheek with their lashes, just so they can admire the look on her face, the product of all their hard work. “But it won’t work. You’re already way too close, I can see it all over your pretty little face.” They punctuate their words by forcefully pressing two fingers to her clit and going as quickly as they know she can take, and that’s all it takes before Frye falls apart, spasming wildly and crying out Shiver’s name before all coherent speech devolves into a series of broken moans.
Not faltering in their fingers’ movement, Shiver takes Frye up on her offer, and finishes themselves off, barely managing to get back to Frye’s thighs before the building tension within them is able to take no more and bursts, leaving them seeing white as their eyes roll back in their head. They’re gasping for breath as they ride out their high with Frye, until they both give into their exhaustion and decide to rest.
Neither of them have the energy left to say anything in their post-sex haze, but it doesn’t matter too much. The two are both perfectly comfortable laying there, with Shiver resting their head on Frye’s chest, eyes peacefully shut. They get to listen to Frye’s slowly calming heartbeats, and feel how it rises and falls with each breath. They’re so comfortable they could just fall asleep in pure bliss, but triumph keeps them awake.
They did it. They may have gotten carried away with Frye’s little game, but they did it. Shiver won.
After a little while, Frye stirs, prompting Shiver to sit up on her stomach. The inkling looks up at her reflection in the mirror of her best friend’s scarlet eyes, and suddenly, her eyes are brimming with tears. She looks like guilt personified is strangling her, and immediately Shiver’s heart drops. Had they been too much? Had they hurt her?
“Oh, Frye, are you okay?” Panicked thoughts rush through Shiver’s mind. How could they have let their desire to win take over them? Had they ruined their friendship? What if Frye hated them now? “Please, let me know what’s wrong…”
Frye’s hand coming to their hip stops them from getting off of her as she struggles to find words.
“I’m fucking gay now…”, she sniffs. With the sides of her feet, she kicks the ‘no homo’ socks off. Apparently even those weren’t enough. “‘Cuz I came first…”
“Honey…” It is a horribly inappropriate time to laugh, but just then they came close. Frye is always so… herself . Not that they mind. “First of all, it’s okay and I love you just the same, second of all you were already gay before you came.”
Frye opens her mouth like she’s about to argue, but instead looks off to the side, defeated. “I never wanted you to find out I liked you like this,” she says quietly. “I wasn’t thinking straight. Literally.”
“Hey, it’s okay. We can figure it all out.” They’re still not quite ready to process the fact that Frye has always liked them back. One thing at a time. “And nobody’s gonna judge you. Especially not me or Big Man. We love you too much for that.” Shiver tilts their head to the side. “Are you judging you?”
“A little…” Frye’s ears fall. “I can’t call everything gay anymore…”
“You totally can.” The inkling looks up and takes in Shiver’s kind smile like a wilting flower absorbs much needed sun. Nothing about them ever makes her feel judged, they always just love her as she is. Even when Frye makes herself feel awful, there is always Shiver still doing their best to make her feel better. “It’ll even be funnier.”
Frye’s voice acts on its own.
“I love you.”
Shiver snickers. “Don’t say that after I just fucked you, have some decorum. Take me to dinner first.” Frye’s pouty face is quickly healed with a little kiss to her cheek. “I love you too.”
“Wait!”, Frye gasps. Her entire being seems to perk up. “It’s technically not gay. ‘Cuz you’re not a girl like that.”
Shiver grins. “I can be, if it pisses you off.”
“Nooooo!”
Frye’s groan is cut short by Shiver’s laugh. “I’m just glad we can finally hold hands without you saying no homo.”
“I’m not stopping,” Frye says firmly, entwining her fingers with Shiver’s. “No homo.” She and Shiver exchange a playful glance, and she presses their hand to her lips. “Actually…yes homo.”