I’m sorry, Fresh, I’ve been hoarding this ask for ages! I was waiting for motivation to strike. And…
Well, thanks to @paintys-actual-art, it did.
I hope you enjoy Edgelord Giggles! ~Below the cut~
Stretch pushed open the front
door to the living room, humming softly to himself. He glanced up at the sound
of the couch shifting, and grinned. “heya, edgelord.”
Edge spared him a brief tilt of
his head, before sighing and turning away. “Not in the mood, Ashtray.”
Stretch cocked a brow bone,
walking curiously around the couch to look at Edge. His features were set with weariness—eye-lights
dim and sockets heavily lidded. “rough day?” Stretch asked, slumping into the
cushions beside him.
Edge’s sockets narrowed as he
surveyed Stretch, as if trying to decide whether he was a threat or not. Eventually
he turned away, pulling his legs up to his chest and leaning back. “That’s not
really your concern, is it?”
Stretch’s grin faded a little,
but he shook his head, determined not to let Edge shut him out. “well, if my
boyfr—” Stretch caught himself, quickly snapping his mouth shut. Thankfully,
Edge didn’t seem to notice his slip, so he continued. “if my friend is upset,
that’s definitely a concern of mine.” Stretch reached into his pocket for his
lighter; he knew he’d surpassed his (self-imposed) daily limit of smokes, but
the lighter itself was always a welcome distraction. He flicked it, watching as
the flame danced for a second, before disappearing. “so, what’s eating you? or
is the problem that no one’s eating you?” Stretch winked, but Edge seemed
unperturbed by his callous flirting.
That… wasn’t good. Normally Edge
was very receptive to flirting—even on his ‘grumpy days’. Stretch shifted a
little closer, quickly shoving the lighter back in his pocket. He moved to place
his arm around Edge’s shoulders, before reconsidering, and tucking it awkwardly
against his side. “do you, uh, want to talk?” Damn it. Stretch wasn’t exactly
versed at the whole ‘comfort’ thing.
Edge hadn’t moved, but Stretch
could see his eyes darting in his direction. “Just…” Edge took a deep breath,
shaking his head. “Just talk about something stupid—like honey, or cigarettes,
or…” Edge finally turned to look at Stretch, who was shocked at the raw
vulnerability in his expression. “Please?”
Stretch swallowed, a little
wrong-footed. While he’d normally be more than happy to provide a stream of
babble for Edge to latch onto, he felt a little thrown off. “edge, are you…?”
“No.” Edge stared at him, his complexion
almost waxy. Stretch could see his fingers quivering slightly where they were clutched
around his arms. “Just… talk. Distract me.”
“um…” For once, Stretch’s mind was
blank. Edge was watching him, his gaze intense and desperate. And Stretch… was
at a loss. Calm down, he urged
himself. He just needs you to distract
him from… Stretch wasn’t sure what Edge was trying to avoid thinking about,
but he knew questioning him about it wouldn’t help.
Since speech didn’t seem
achievable at the moment, Stretch decided to adopt a different tactic. Leaning
forward, he said, “bet i can make you laugh.”
Edge frowned, suspicion creeping
into his expression. “No puns… I’m really not equipped to deal with—”
“i don’t need puns to make you
laugh.” Stretch grinned, shuffling even closer. Resting a hand on Edge’s
shoulder, he whispered, “say, edgelord, are you ticklish?”
Edge’s eye-lights reduced to
pinpricks, and Stretch heard him swallowing. “I—no, of course I’m not—ah, Stretch—!”
Without a hint of mercy or
restraint, Stretch dug the tips of his fingers between Edge’s ribs. “not ticklish?”
He hummed, contemplatively. “i dunno, edgy, that sounds like a lie.” He couldn’t
repress a small laugh of his own as Edge began to giggle—entirely involuntarily
it seemed, but that only delighted Stretch further.
“Stretch—please—ah! Stop! Gah,
you’re—s-such a—ha!” Edge couldn’t seem to enunciate more than a short string
of words, twitching and writhing beneath Stretch’s fingers. His laughter became
uncontrolled and high pitched as Stretch’s fingers found his true ribs. He
released a small squeak as Stretch pushed him onto his back, kneeling over him
with an almost sadistic grin on his face.
“aw, edgelord? am i really that
funny? i’m flattered, honestly.”
Edge shook his head, though the
laughter spilling from his mouth didn’t quite assist in emphasizing the point. “Fuck—stop!
Ah—asshole!” Stretch could tell that Edge was trying very hard to glare, but the
tears of laughter that had begun to form in the corners of his eye sockets reduced
much of the impact.
Stretch breathed a huff of
laughter, fondness blooming in his soul. “you’re adorable, edge. i should
really do this more often. i love seeing you laugh.” Stretch halted suddenly, quickly
pulled away. He grinned sheepishly, shaking his head. “uh well, got you to
laugh, didn’t i?”
“Yeah,” Edge said dryly, still a
little breathless. “You’re completely hilarious.” Sitting up, Edge pressed
forward without warning, his chest inches from Stretch’s. “But I think there’s
a better way you could cheer me up.”
Stretch barely had time to blink
before Edge’s hands were wrapped around the back of his neck, and their mouths
were pressed together. Startled, Stretch froze, his mind taking a few seconds
to catch up. But slowly, he returned the kiss, his tongue manifesting in his
mouth in response to the taste of Edge’s magic. Stretch cupped Edge’s skull
gently, melting against him with a sigh.
They’d shared numerous kisses
over the past few weeks, each more blissful than the last. Stretch’s soul
pulsed with excitement, and he inhaled Edge’s scent as he drew away slowly.
Edge’s cheeks were flushed with red magic… and he was smiling. “so, uh…”
Stretch’s gaze flitted to the carpet, and he chuckled. “i take it operation ‘comfort
the edgelord’ was a success?”
Edge rolled his eyes, but managed
a small smile, his cheekbones still glowing. “Yes, I… thanks.” He leaned forward,
cradling Stretch’s hands in his own. A pleasant warmth spread from Stretch’s
fingertips inward. “But,” Edge said, his expression darkening, “if you tickle
me again—I’ll break your fucking fingers.”
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