2-11-21 | 1928 words
In this chapter Wilbur has a crisis about
his daddy issues while simultaneously
being just a little bit horny for his
boyfriend. At the end, two ends meet
and its terrible, but you'll read it either way!
This chapter is gay. And as much as I hate
gay people, I love clout more! But like idk
TW// lime or whatever lol. Sexy time 🕺.
"Wilbur! Look, look at the lions!" A consistent tapping at my ankle stirs me from my slumber. I groan lightly, I pull the legs closer.
A monotone: "I think hes sleeping."
I hear a childs excited shriek. I try my best to drown out the sound, however I feel as though I'd get no more rest because of the volume in the house.
I inhale the sweet scent of the boy sleeping peacefully on my chest. I sigh, loosely slinging my arms on his back. I never knew how much I'd enjoy being cuddled untill getting into a relationship.
Lmao wait.
I only vividly remember falling asleep last night. I remember Dave telling Tommy he'd only take him to the car ride to Tubbos if he promised to not complain. I assumed Schlatt would just wake me up before Dave and Tommy got home, I was mistaken. I raise my head slightly to stare at whoever was accompying us. Dave and Tommy are contently watching TV.
Its fairly a normal scene as I look around. The men beside us are still in their pyjamas, Both the boys seem unbothered. Tommy is bouncing on his knees in the middle. Dave, whos sitting cross legged, has a bowl of cereal in his lap. The small child is squealing happily at the TV, its just some nature documentary shit. Dave only gives me a meer glance, then has to double take when he realizes I look less then content.
"Mm-" my eldest brother puts up a finger, letting me know he'll speak after he finishes his mouthful.
"Dads not here, he left at, like, six. I doubt he walked in here, 'n even if he did it would've been hard to see." He explains with a simple wave of his hand "Plus, I don't care, I'm sure Tommy doesn't either." Tommy turns his head to smile at Dave when he hears his name. Dave puts a hand on Tommys head and directs his attention on the TV silently.
I clear my throat "Ah." I say shakily. Guess the jig is up, I can only pray Tommy doesn't obliviously let something slip, innocently telling our dad that Schlatt and I are sinners and ruining my life forever.
I'm leaning against the armrest of the couch, only really taking up one of the cushions. The boy sleeping against my chests feet are just barely on the other either. He looks content. I look back up to Dave, hugging Schlatt closer. My brother wiggles his eyeblows at me in amusement. I snort quietly.
I raise my head from Schlatt again after a few moments "What're we watching?"
"We-we're watching the lions." Tommy explains, its true. Those are some pretty funky lions "I saw a lion once, we were at the school trip last year 'n Tubbo was there it was- and we went 'n saw the lions. The parent, um, I think it was either Sarah or- no, no Sarah doesn't HAVE a dad! It was Greysons, and," I can't comprehend how anyone actually has a conversation with Tommy.
I yawn "I think I might go upstairs." I mummer, brushing some hair out of Schlatts eyes.
"Already? Damn. Well, take your b- hmm, take Schlatt with you." He waves a hand, dismissing me. Tommy looks confused, but also waves.
Carrying Schlatt is easy, hes light, and much smaller than me. Then again, pretty much everyone is smaller than me- I'm a pretty big guy. Thats ironic, actually, I was a scrawny kid. I used to be pissed that Dave was taller than me, always grabbing my things and dangling them over my head as though he was some sort of cliché Disney bully. Then I turned fourteen and shot up two feet. Tommy always whines and complains that hes so little, the cycle continues.
