Of Cheaters Acts (PewDieCry) (Part Three)

’ Joe froze, before bursting out into laughter, attracting the attention of other customers.

‘I knew it! Here, lets finish these, and then come with me. I have something to show you!’ The two quickly finished their coffee’s, talking as they made their way, unknown to Cry, to Joe’s flat, making sure to go in a different way.

Entering his flat, Joe laughed internally as he motioned for Cry to wait, walking to Pewdie’s room. Dragging the protesting Swede out, Joe shoved him at Cry, who caught him, before slipping out the door.

Cry blushed, one he realized that he was holding Pewds, and hurriedly checked his mask, uttering an awkward hi. Pewdie’s arm shot out, easily grabbing the porcelain mask and pulling it off.

‘W-Hey!’ Cry shouted, burying his face into Pewdie’s shoulder. Placing the mask on a nearby table, Pewdie lifted Cry’s head, his mouth dropping open. Deep cerulean eyes glittered in shame, trained down at the floor.

There was a faint scatter of freckles over his nose, passing thru the most remarkable feature of his face. A long, thin scar ran from the top of Cry’s forehead, down near the bottom of his chin, going thru his right eye. Thinking the Swede was disgusted with his appearance, Cry tugged himself free, snatching up and replacing his mask with shaky hands.

‘Ingen, stop. You look beautiful.’ Cry paused, watching Pewds walk over to him, staring straight into his eyes. ‘You really do.’ Pewdie smiled, taking the mask off once more, and kissed Cry lightly.

Cry blushed, but did not pull back, instead pulling the Swede closer, licking his bottom lips for entrance. Pewds gasped, moaning when Cry’s tongue entered his mouth, winning the tongue battle for dominance. Parting for air, Cry blushed, hiding his face once again in Pewds shoulder.

‘Does this mean we are dating?’ Pewds asked, holding the American close. There was a nod of the head, and Pewds laughed, kissing the top of his head.
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Walking hand in hand, Cry and Pewdie were laughing at something Cry had said, looking at each other lovingly. It had been a couple months since they had become a couple, and they had moved in together, when Joe had moved out to live with his own girlfriend. Turning, Cry gasped, staring at something in front of him. Pewdie looked up, and instantly growled in anger.

It was Ken and Toby, who were staring at the two with open mouths.

‘I see you found someone, whore.’ Ken hissed, smirking when Cry flinched, looking at the ground. Pewdie lashed out, knocking Ken to the ground, while Toby and Cry looked on, as the Swede began to beat the crap out of the Texan.

‘Cry is so much better than you are! He is not the whore, you are!’ Pewdie shouted, reverting into Swedish. Feeling Ken had had enough, Cry pulled Pewdie back, the two watching Ken limp away with Toby, who flicked them off. Pewds growled, intent on going after them, but was stopped by Cry.

‘N-No, leave t-them.’ He begged, shuddering when Pewdie hugged him, lifting his face.

‘You are not a whore. You can never be one.’ Pewds smiled, kissing Cry passionately, hugging him close. Cry smiled, hugging Pewdie back.

Ken was his past, and Pewdie is now his future. And he wouldn't want it any other way.