League of Legends - Gangplank/Graves
"Goddammit." Gangplank swore as a spray of water shot all over his burgers and wieners, making them pop and sizzle on the grill. He tried to save 'em—flipping, wiping, and the like—but it was a lost cause. They came out burned on one side, soggy on the other. A real mess.
He grimaced as he closed the grill top.
"GRAVES!" he shouted. "I told ye what'd happen if ye fucked up my cooking again!"
"Hah! What're you talking about, old man?" the oversized frat boy replied, for that was what he looked like at the moment—sunglasses, towel over one shoulder, wet board shorts that clung to him like a second skin, headphones over his ears, a damn tribal tattoo on his arm... not to mention that oversized squirt gun he was so flagrantly pumping.
Not that Gangplank could talk exactly, with his open Hawaiian shirt that displayed his own burly chest along with his flowery lei necklace, but it was the principle of the thing. Graves was hot stuff and flaunting it. Well, he was about to be even hotter.
Gangplank caught him by the ear. "Ye're coming with me, ye bilge rat."
"Ow! Hey, what're ya—Ah!" Graves tried to fight him off, but was no match for the patented ear twist. He went along whether he wanted to or not. The other pool partiers noticed the man being dragged along more like a naughty kid than the vaunted outlaw he was and exchanged looks. They had no idea yet.
Gangplank sat down on the edge of the pool, his own sandalled feet dipping into the water. "Got anything to say for yerself?"
"It was Twisted Fate," Graves growled out immediately. "He—"
"He's got a little pea-shooter," Gangplank interrupted. "You're the one with the big gun."
"Yeah, but—"
That was it. Gangplank reached over, grabbed Graves, and summarily threw him over his lap. The rugged man gave a gasp as he fell into place, backside in the air. Those wet board shorts clung tantalizingly to his beefy butt cheeks, but they didn't last long before Gangplank peeled 'em right down to his knees. "WHOA!" Graves gaped. He had a muscular, hairy ass, and it was a decidedly pale one next to his tanned legs and back. Guess he wasn't the type to sunbathe in the nude.
"What the hell, ya damn pirate! Let me up before I—YEARGHH!"
Gangplank had cut him off with the first hard smack, right to the base of his ass. Now that left a mark. The sound of it rang over the entire poolside, and everybody and their mother looked over. They were about to learn what happened to those who messed with Gangplank the Grill King.
"Sorry matey, but like I told ye before... You mess with my grilled buns, I'm gonna grill yours!"