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happilyeverbeginning2020-11-09 06:26 pm
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DrakePad/Dimeshipping - The story of bullheads and idiots
Scrooge rubbed his temples. As the first citizen of Duckburg he was obliged to represent their town at the great world exhibition which would be held in St Canard.
What that would cost again. And just when Donald and the children were on holiday. He needed help and one that cost as little as possible.
Lost in thought, he paced up and down the money bin. In his hand he played with his dime, thata helped him to think.
Outside, an aeroplane was flying along in the sky, and suddenly Scrooge had an intuition. It was time to pay his respects to an old friend. Especially as the latter was now residing in St. Canard under dubious circumstances.
He resolutely picked up the phone. Good thing Launchpad had given him the number of this Drake Mallard guy, where he now lived.
What that would cost again. And just when Donald and the children were on holiday. He needed help and one that cost as little as possible.
Lost in thought, he paced up and down the money bin. In his hand he played with his dime, thata helped him to think.
Outside, an aeroplane was flying along in the sky, and suddenly Scrooge had an intuition. It was time to pay his respects to an old friend. Especially as the latter was now residing in St. Canard under dubious circumstances.
He resolutely picked up the phone. Good thing Launchpad had given him the number of this Drake Mallard guy, where he now lived.
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But he had to act quickly, or he'd lose his nerve completely! Feeling a hot flush crash over his body like a wave, he finally closed the gap, pressing his mouth to those of the man he loved. A beautiful mix of natural and the most shocking thing in the world. As he kissed him, Drake felt his stomach churning with excitement and tried not to think about how his tail was wagging. He couldn't help it!
How many times did he dream of this? And lie to himself about it? Blame it on some random other thing than what it really was: he was in love with his big silly sidekick. Had been for God knows how long.
Grasping his pilot's scarf, he eagerly deepened their kiss and if it was possible, felt himself flush even deeper as Launchpad hungrily kissed him back. He leaned into the pilot's touch, and might have sighed a little in the pleasure of it. After several blissful moments, he finally broke their kiss.
The room was hot, but Launchpad's eyes burned into him hotter, and yet that stare had Drake almost shivering. He liked that hungry look on his pilot, especially when it was clear he might want something other than burgers.
"Uhhh..." Drake stammered. "Y-you wanna--?"
But before he could say anything else, he found himself in the pilot's arms as his beloved sidekick was heading up the stairs. They kissed a few more times, wet, hungry and kinda sloppy--before Launchpad nearly kicked Drake's bedroom door open.
But broken door hinges were the last thing that mattered, Drake thought as he and Launchpad crashed together against the cushions. Tonight was a long time coming.