Tekky is Shirtless!

(This is a story based on the above sketch by my friend, Tekky! I wrote it back in 2019 and I was just recently going through the old blog. I found it and thought it could use a fresh coat of paint (word paint that is.) But yeah! Just look at it! It’s the version of Tekky from my Sunnydale project that I keep writing and rewriting! Wowie.)

NOTE: Tekky redid the piece after I let him know I was rewriting my story (AND OH MY FUCKING GOD. THE FOLFSKY IS A FUCKING WIZARD!!!!!!) Do you see this?!?! 😀 😀 😀

Story by Me! Art by Tekky!

Shane stared down into his sock drawer, his brow furrowed. He’d only been living in the university’s dorms for a week, so everything mostly looked like it did the day he moved in. That meant anything that was out of place stuck out like a sore thumb.

Shane reached into the drawer and pulled out the blue tank top, unfolding it. He sighed as he looked at the purple glittery cursive on the shirt. It spelled out the word Slay, but the “y” had blood dripping from a set of fangs buried in its neck. Shane looked it over, his eyes narrowing.

This was not his shirt.

He sighed and draped the tank top over his shoulder, taking out his phone and typing out a quick text.

———

Tekky sat on his bed, listening to music and drawing on his sketchpad. He wasn’t wearing his shirt, of course. The one he’d been wearing earlier was… elsewhere.

He grinned when his music was interrupted with a loud ding.

He threw his legs off the side of his bed and grabbed his phone, his tail wagging.

“Tekky! Why is ur shirt in my sock drawer?”

He grinned down at his phone. “Oho! He found it already?” He cackled, wiggling his shoulders. “Well, I have no choice but to go get it.” His fingers typed out a quick text.

“Oh shoot! Sorry about that, Shaney. I’ll come and get it!”

———

Shane raised an eyebrow at Tekky’s text and sighed. It looked like he was about to have some company. He looked back down at the shirt and sighed, picking it up again. It was a very nice shirt. His fingers rubbed against the material. “Hm.” It was soft too…”

Shane looked at the door. There was no sign of Tekky yet. Maybe he could… He slipped off the shirt he was wearing, and put the crop top on. He smoothed out the material and walked over to the mirror to look at himself.

The shirt was a nice fit for him and it completely covered his binder. Sure, the color wasn’t his style, and he never really felt comfortable showing this much tummy, but…

“Damn!” He whisted and struck a few poses. “I look really good in this.”

“Shane!” Shane could hear Tekky’s voice before the door opened. “May I come in?”

As the door swung open, Tekky’s bare back was against the doorframe and he had a leg up. He was in the middle of licking his lips when his jaw dropped and he stumbled. “Hey! You’re wearing my shirt!”

Shane yelped and jumped away from the mirror. “Why are you not wearing a shirt?” He yelled back.

“You have my shirt!” Tekky flailed his arms over his head. “And you’re wearing it! Why are you wearing it?”

Shane covered up his exposed tummy. “I was curious!”

“Only I am allowed to look hot in my clothes, buster!” Tekky growled, still standing in the doorway. “Can I come in and get it please?”

“No!” Shane came the door to close it. “Okay. Just give me a second.”

“Wait! Why do you need the door closed?” Tekky stuck out a paw to hold it open.

“Because I don’t want you to watch while I take my shirt off!”

“My shirt!” Tekky growled.

“Shane,” His roommate’s voice came from down the hallway. “I’m back with the pizzas! I got us extra sausa-” Klyde came into view behind Tekky, almost bumping into Tekky.

“Whoa!” Klyde looked up and stopped just in time, then his eyes narrowed. “Ah… You’re here.” He squeezed around Tekky through the doorway. “Guess Shane hasn’t let you in yet.” He stuck his tongue out at Tekky as he stepped through, then his eyes roamed down Tekky’s torso. “Why are you shirtless?”

Tekky growled and pointed over Klyde’s shoulder at Shane. “He’s wearing my shirt!”

Klyde chuckled. “What’s the big deal” He moved to turn around. “You have other sh–” As he faced Shane, his eyes went wide and his tail started wagging furiously. “Oh my gods, he’s wearing your sexy shirt!”

Shane’s tail wagged slowly behind him as he glanced at the floor. He could feel Klyde’s eyes on him.

“Make him take it off!” Tekky let a little whine slip into his words.

Klyde cleared his throat. “Um… Yeah! Shane, you should…” He stuttered a little. “Take that off. We’ll wait outside.”

Shane looked up at Klyde, meeting his gaze. “Do you like the way it looks though?”

Klyde shivered a little, closing the door. He looked to Tekky, grinning from ear to ear. “I can’t believe you tried the shirt trick. Again!”

Tekky grumbled and crossed his arms. “It worked on you.”

Klyde leaned close to whisper. “He pulls it off better than you did!” He mocked in a sing-song voice.