I went with Kedgeup for this one since I already have a fair few with Spicyhoney. Also, I was initially going to post this later, but then I remembered that it’s your birthday today! So Happy Birthday 😀 I hope you have a wonderful day – and I also hope you enjoy this! I’m actually starting to like this pair. Poor Edge is very easily flustered.

(Also, thank you for all the other requests you sent in! I’ll definitely be coming back to them at some point.)

Warning for mild sexual content.

Edge took a deep breath, trying
to gather his confidence before pushing open the doors to the bar. It was
crowded inside, the musty smell of old wood and beer lingering in the air.
Trying not to pull a face, he pushed through the throngs of people, scanning
over the room. His soul did a small leap in his chest as his gaze landed on
Sans, who glanced up as if sensing Edge’s eyes on him, a wide grin spreading
across his face. Despite himself, Edge struggled to push back a small smile of
his own as he hurried over to the other skeleton.

He was a little disappointed to
see that Sans hadn’t bothered to change out of his normal stained jacket and
dirty sneakers—Edge had spent hours trying to pick out an appropriate outfit, the
worry that Sans would disapprove of his appearance plaguing his mind. Though
seeing Sans now, Fell’s doubts were all but erased; if the low whistle Sans
gave when he approached was any indication, he thoroughly approved of Fell’s
‘neat casual’ attire. “damn, looking good there edgy. gotta admit, as much as i
love all the usual black, white is definitely your colour.”

Edge scoffed, looking away, but
in truth he was feeling very flustered, heat rising to his cheekbones. He
wrapped his arms around himself, feeling a little self-conscious, but slid into
the booth beside Sans. “It’s nothing,” he said, shortly, still unable to look
Sans in the eye. “Just something I pulled on.” He could feel Sans’ gaze on him,
his scrutiny doing little to help Edge quell his embarrassment.

Sans chuckled, shrugging and
throwing one of his stocky arms over Edge’s shoulders. Edge flinched slightly,
tensing at the sudden contact. His soul pulsed in his chest, and he swallowed
down the trickle of magic flowing into his mouth. If Sans noticed Edge’s
apprehension though, he didn’t comment, simply giving him a broad grin, and
saying, “nah, you, throwing something on last minute? somehow i doubt that,
edgy.”

Edge blushed harder, tugging on
the end of his sleeve’s white cuff as he stared pointedly at the grungy wooden
table. Sans’ arm was still around his shoulders, his fingers tapping idly on
his collarbone, and Edge was trying very hard not to let himself believe it was
anything more than friendly affection. “So, um, when are the others getting
here?” he asked, eager to break some of the tension brought on by their mutual
silence.

“oh, yeah.” Sans shrugged,
reaching across the table and grabbing a chip from the almost empty bowl. “they
cancelled.”

For a moment, Edge didn’t
properly register Sans’ words, his casual tone not quite conveying the meaning
behind his statement. But then it sunk in, and Edge suddenly pulled away from
Sans, staring at him with wide eyes. “They—they cancelled?” he asked, panic
seeping into his tone against his will. “But—why?”

Sans didn’t seem even vaguely
bothered by the fact, simply giving another shrug and a shake of his head as he
popped another chip into his mouth. “dunno, had better things to do i guess.”

Edge slumped back in the booth,
feeling a prickle of anxiety in his soul, which seemed to be hammering against
his ribcage. “O-oh. So, it’s just…?”

“just the two of us,” Sans said,
shooting Edge another grin. “that’s not a problem, is it?”

Sans was regarding Edge with that
piercing look again. The look that—despite his wide smile—seemed to carry so
much weight. Edge found himself averting his gaze, afraid of what Sans might
see beneath the stiff nod he gave. “No—no, of course it isn’t. It’s fine.”

Sans watched Edge for a moment
longer, as if waiting for him to elaborate, then chuckled as he turned away.
“heh. good.” He leaned back against the grubby cushions, shuffling a little
closer to Edge, who tried not to tense as their arms brushed. “gee, kinda hot
in this place don’t you think?” Sans said, glancing at Edge.

“I… I suppose,” Edge muttered,
distractedly, his mind elsewhere. Such as on the fact that he was going to be
spending an entire evening alone with
Sans. Or on the feeling of the smooth, but sturdy bones of Sans’ arm, just
barely touching his own. Or the fact that Sans was stretching, pulling off his
jacket… “W-what are you doing?” Edge asked, cringing at how alarmed he sounded.

“told you. i’m boiling. need to
lose a few layers.” Sans merely grinned as he shucked the jacket off, dropping
it beside him in a small heap. “heh, much better.” He looked up at Edge,
cocking his head slightly. “wanna strip as well? it’s pretty liberating.”

Edge was stunned, having to
remind himself to close his mouth as he gaped at Sans. Surely he had to know what that sounded like. There was no way he’d
said that without realising the implications. But his grin was as innocent as
ever, so Edge could only shake his head rapidly, turning away to hide his
blush. “N-no. I’m fine,” he mumbled, hugging himself slightly, and half wishing
he could melt into the dingy floorboards to escape his own embarrassment. There
was no chance Sans hadn’t noticed how heavily he was blushing. Edge almost
wondered if losing a few layers wouldn’t be such a bad thing; his entire body
felt like it was on fire.

“you know…” Sans said slowly,
breaking the silence as he grabbed the last chip from the bowl, “you kinda
remind me of someone.”

“Oh, really?” Edge said, still
feeling a little too abashed to look at Sans. He was grateful for the sudden
change in topic, more than eager to indulge Sans if it meant no more talk of
‘stripping’.

“hehe, yeah,” Sans said. “you
look a lot like my boyfriend.”

This got Edge’s attention. His
gaze snapped up, and he could feel an uncomfortable pit forming in his chest.
“Y-your boyfriend?” He could hear the
bewilderment in his own voice, but he was too stunned to care. “Since when do
you have a boyfriend? Who is he? How… how long have you been dating?” Edge
suddenly realised he’d probably asked a few too many questions for someone who
really shouldn’t be so invested in Sans’ dating life. He quickly looked away,
fingers twisting a loose thread on his shirt. He knew it wasn’t any of his
business, but he felt a little betrayed that Sans hadn’t told him sooner that
he was seeing someone. The idea alone cast a dark cloud over his soul, and he
knew the dejection must be showing on his face.

“how long?” Sans hummed
thoughtfully, and began counting on his fingers. “huh, lemme see… if tonight
goes well, then uh—one night.”

“What…?” Edge frowned in
confusion, trying to figure out what had prompted the sudden blush that had
risen to Sans’ cheeks, and the wide, expectant grin on his face, and the fact
that he was suddenly looking a little anxious and—oh. “W-wait, you mean…?” Edge’s voice went small, becoming stuck.
He was being presumptuous. Surely Sans wasn’t talking about him? Surely this
wasn’t—

“heh, only if you want,
sweetheart.” Sans’ sockets were lidded slightly, and he shifted across the
cushions, placing a hand on Edge’s hip. “’cause uh, i’m only asking ‘cause
i—well, i think you’re kinda cool and stuff, and i—”

“Sans. I need you to buy me a
drink,” Edge declared loudly, cutting him off abruptly. Sans paused, blinking.

“uh… why?”

“So that I can kiss you without
feeling… e-embarrassed.” Edge’s sudden burst of confidence seemed to fizzle
out, and he suddenly couldn’t look Sans in the eye anymore. He tried to turn
away, but then Sans’ hand was on his jaw, cupping his face gently.

“nothing to be embarrassed about,
love,” he murmured, his mouth inches away from Edge’s. He paused, warm breaths
ghosting against Edge’s face as he looked up to meet his eye. “this alright?”

Edge nodded quickly, no longer
able to dispel the magic flooding his mouth. “Y-yes. Sans… please kiss me.”

Sans didn’t need telling twice.
With a grin, he pressed forward, their teeth connecting softly. For a brief
moment, Edge went rigid, a sliver of doubt creeping into him. But Sans was
persistent. He climbed up onto the cushions of the booth, kneeling against
Edge, their mouths never parting. He looped an arm around Edge’s back, pulling
him close so that Edge could feel the erratic magic burning through Sans’
bones.

The knowledge that Sans wanted
this just as much as he did seemed to dissipate any lingering worries in his
mind. He delved deeper, pressing his tongue against Sans’ teeth, which
immediately parted, allowing their magic to mingle together. Tasting Sans’
magic for the first time sent a surge of excitement through Edge, and he
wrapped a hand around the back of Sans’ skull, drawing him in and deepening the
kiss. He could almost feel Sans grinning against him as he tangled a hand in
Edge’s shirt, fingers grazing lightly over his ribs.

When they finally parted, Edge
didn’t let go, his hands still clutched onto Sans, who was panting slightly,
his normally dim eye-lights sparkling. “heh, so, uh… how was that?” he asked,
looking a little sheepish.

Edge swallowed for a moment,
still not releasing Sans. The blush on his cheekbones was no longer derived
from embarrassment, but rather, a wild excitement—an eagerness to pursue this,
and see where it might take him. At last he smiled, pressing his teeth lightly
to Sans’ again, earning a surprised chuckle from the other skeleton. When he
drew away, he nodded, running his thumb over the corner of Sans’ mouth. “Well,”
he said, blushing slightly as Sans’ fingers began tracing over his spine, “I
think your new boyfriend is very lucky.”