TW: 🫣, making out, flirting, Idiotbur, Simpity, Tommy being a fanboy, would-be Bottombur (hehe)
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Quackity POV:
Quackity heard a knock at the door and decided that it must be Karl and Quackity, so, with a sigh he said come in and took a deep breath.
Quackity pushed against the ground, turning his chair around, keeping his eyes closed as he spoke.
"Listen, Sapnap, I've already told you we are over, I don't want you or Karl bac-," Quackity stopped spinning and opened his eyes, his expression filled with confusion as he saw Wilbur standing in front of him.
"Wilbur? Is there something wrong with the plan? We aren't meant to see each other until the 16th." Quackity stood and put his hands on his desk, leaning slightly forwards.
"Uh, yeah well, I ran into Karl and Sapnap and told them to get lost, and didn't want to leave you hanging, so I'm here."
Quackity furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head and squinting his eyes slightly, bringing one of his hands to pinch the bridge of his nose before letting out a loud sigh.
"Why didn't you just let Karl and Sapnap come here?"
Quackity stood up straight this time, removing his hand from his nose and crossing his arms.
Wilbur tilted his head and moved a couple steps closer to the desk.
"You we're about to say that you three are done, that you don't like them anymore, why would you want them here?"
Quackity turned his head away, and looked at the ground before speaking.
"I don't, but I wanted to tell them that. You shouldn't have intervened." Quackity faced his head forwards again, and looked into Wilbur's eyes.
God he has such pretty eyes.
"Well did you want to say something important since you're here or did you just spontaneously decide to come here and annoy me?" Quackity rolled his eyes.
Wilbur can never know I like him. It would ruin any chance I have at even being his friend.
"Well i don't have a plan per se, but I've been thinking about some really silly things lately, and I wanted to get it out of my mind."
Quackity felt his face burn up.
What is he talking about?
Wilbur walked around Quackity's desk and stood in front of him, forcing Q to turn around as Wil moved around.
"What do you mean 'get it out of your mind'? And what thoughts did you want to get rid of?" Quackity took a step back after he said this as Wil smirked, accidentally hitting his tailbone on the desk as he moved backwards.
Wil stopped smirking, and a light blush crept onto his cheeks.
"Could yo-," Wil stopped himself, biting the inside of his lip and breaking his and Quackity's eye contact.
"Could I what?" Quackity was confused and flustered, he didn't know what was happening, all he knew was that he and Wil were close to each other, and he was in a slightly uncomfortable position.
Wilbur turned his head, and took a deep breath in before raising a hand and pulling his collar down slightly so that Quackity could see his neck.
Quackity was confused for a few moments before he realised what Wilbur wanted. He took a sharp breath in as the realisation struck him, and he looked into Wil's eyes, trying to hide the light blush that was resting on his cheeks.
"Yo-you want me to... give you a hic-,"
Wilbur turned his head back to look at Q and put a hand over Quackity's mouth.
"D-don't say it- it sounds wrong. Just, just do it and then I'll leave, okay?" Wilbur's face was now a deep shade of red.
Quackity was reluctant at first, but nodded slowly after a few moments of consideration.
I guess it wouldn't hurt... if it turns out he's asking me to do this because.. he likes me, then the feelings are mutual... and if he doesn't and he's just a lonely bitch, then he asked me to do it and he won't know how I feel.
With that thought Quackity took a step away from the desk and grabbed Wil's shirt, bringing him down so that Q could reach Wilbur's neck.
Quackity brought his head to Wil's ear.
"Are you sure...?" Quackity asked.
Wil turned his head slightly, avoiding eye contact, and nodded.
Quackity chuckled a bit and trailed Wilbur's neck with soft kisses, stopping near his collarbone and sucking lightly, slowly going rougher in the same spot.
Wilbur brought his hands to Quackity's hips, lifting him up and placing him on the desk, closing the gap between them as Quackity continued trailing his neck with kisses.
Quackity in return stopped kissing Wil's neck and kissed his lips, taking a chunk of his hair in his hand and biting his bottom lip, receiving a slight groan of surprise from Wil.
Quackity chuckled and brought his second arm to Wilbur's head, wrapping it around his neck to get closer.
They continued to make out for the next minute or so, it becoming more passionate each second before Quackity took the hand which was in Wilbur's hair and placed it on Wil's chest, dragging it down his shirt slowly until he reached Wilbur's belt.
He began to undo it slowly, receiving breathless moans from Wil as he did so.
Quackity was just about to take off Wilbur's belt when the door creaked open.
"Qua-..."
Quackity took his hands off of Wilbur and turned his head around when Wilbur stopped kissing him and stumbled backwards, hitting his head on the wall behind him as he did so.
"S-Sam?! Hey- what are y- what are you doing here?" Wilbur was struggling to fix his belt, and was looking at Q in embarrassment as Quackity spoke loudly.
Sam just stood there in shock before opening his mouth to speak.
"I was looking at the security cameras and noticed Wilbur entered Las Nevadas when I wasn't there- so I came to tell you..." Sam looked at Wilbur and then back at Quackity and backed out of the room slowly, closing the door and walking away without saying another word.
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Well shit-
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Wilbur and Quackity looked at each other in an awkward silence before Wil broke the silence.
"I- I need to get going.. T-Tommy is probably worried.. I'll Uh- see you ar-around Duck-Quackity-." Wilbur fixed himself up and left the office quickly, leaving Quackity to think over the moment they just had.
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Wilbur POV:
What the hell just happened.. what THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!
Wilbur kept on thinking about the recent event over and over, questioning why he'd asked Quackity to do that, asking himself why he let it escalate.
In seemingly no time at all Wilbur had arrived at the entrance of the Van, and opened it to see Tommy sitting on a stool at the kitchen bench.
Tommy raised his head when he heard the door open and smiled at Wil for a second or two before his expression changed completely.
"Wil.. what's on your neck??" Tommy stood up and walked over to Wil.
Wilbur shut the door behind him and widened his eyes when he saw Tommy in front of him, pointing at the hickey- well hickeys, that were on his neck.
Wilbur felt his face turn red as he placed a hand on his neck in an attempt to cover the marks Quackity had made.
"Uh... Okay, so funny story.."
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Oml- I just wrote that 💀 well I hope you enjoyed! Byeeeee! Have a fantastic day/night.