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Skeppy blinked awake. He stretched his hands above his head as he sat up. The light was destroying his head.
Of course he had that stupid dream again about running to Bad and getting everything he wanted. That damn dream had haunted him for a little over a year now. February was approaching. 2 Christmas’ later.
Skeppy was a total fucking dumbass.
He couldn’t shake this dream of an esteemed meetup going to plan where they lived happily ever after. Now Bad was actually coming here to meetup and like.. Skeppy couldn’t handle this. Could he? This is what he wanted. What he dreamt of every night. So why did bile rise in his throat at the thought of Bad knocking on his door with Rat and a luggage.
They weren’t too sure how long Bad was going to stay, probably not longer than a month. Then he would be gone. And that’s all Skeppy could focus on. How Bad would be showing up just to leave.
Skeppy let out a shaky breath as a car pulled up to his house. It was too early for this for his late night with Hannah. The club was no saint.
Skeppy got out of bed and fixed his hair, looking at his crumpled clothing. It was noon, he should have woken up hours ago to shower and shit. But he was out of time. Skeppy walked through the house and Rocco stayed laying on his bed. Skeppy shut his door to avoid Rocco and Rat running into each other. Skeppy stayed outside his door and texted Bad.
Bad<3
Hey, you can come in.
There is the guest room down the hall to the left.
You can put Rat in there.
We can do that meetup later on stream.
If you want.
Sure!
Ok she’s there.
I’m outside the room.
Ok I’ll be there in a sec.
I look like crap btw
Sorry
Skeppy walked over to the room and his pupils dilated when he saw Bad. Skeppy felt his lungs tighten and a breath escaped his lips.
“Hey Skeppy!” Bad said with a smile and Skeppy bolted at him suddenly and jumped at him, taking him into a tight hug.
Skeppy took a few seconds before he was trying to peel himself away. Because Bad didn’t like physical touch. And Skeppy just chucked himself at Bad. Bad didn’t let Skeppy get far by keeping their hug intact. Bad realized in this moment that physical touch was ok if it was Skeppy. Skeppy had a thought deep down that Bad only kept the hug intact because he didn’t want Skeppy to feel bad.
“Holy shhhh… holy crap Bad!” Skeppy said, squeezing him tightly. Bad hugged him back just as hard.
“If you hug me any tighter, I’ll die.” Bad said with a laugh and Skeppy chuckled a bit, pulling away nervously.
Skeppy’s eyes scanned Bad’s face. He couldn’t believe this was even happening. “Hi..” Skeppy whispered. He was sure Bad could taste the lingering alcohol on his breath from hours before due to their closeness and he felt bad about it.
Skeppy realized in this moment that he needed Bad more than he thought, and this would now haunt his dreams. He was totally fucked. Because there was no way that Bad could need him like he needed Bad. And Skeppy would have to live with this for the rest of time.
They decided to go to the living room after a house tour and turned on a movie. It was like their calls. Only in person. Where words brushed ears, thighs brushed. Where the movie would be a little out of sync, a head leaned on a shoulder.
Skeppy’s arm found its way around Bad’s body on the couch. A hand gripping a shoulder like it would fade away. Like he would wake up.
“Wanna go get food after the movie?” Skeppy asked and Bad nodded, “Sure.”
Skeppy hummed, “okay..”
They sat in a bit more silence.
“I’m glad you’re here.” Skeppy spoke softly.
“I’m glad I’m here too.” Bad spoke softly. “I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”
Skeppy chuckled, “I was thinking the same thing. I feel like I missed you, even if we never met in person like this.” A pause, “I love you, a shit ton, Bad.”
Bad laughed, “I love you too.”
And even if Skeppy meant it differently than Bad, he could handle that.
*
They posted their photos on Twitter. Of course everyone went crazy, they went even crazier when they didn’t know who was taller. They are literally the same height. But the fans didn’t need to know that.
Not yet.
They made their way to Skeppy’s afterward and Skeppy had some stuff set up in his kitchen area so the dog reveal nonsense didn’t happen. Skeppy had let Rocco outside while Bad got stuff ready in his room, then Skeppy went into his room to make sure he looked ok enough despite having showered and brushing his teeth and putting on better clothes for dinner. He just wanted to be a little more comfortable.
Skeppy tucked his necklace into his shirt and let out a breath, walking into the kitchen while Bad put Rat back into his room from her quick walk outside. Rocco chilled in Skeppy’s room.
Bad started his stream after unloading a few drinks he was told to pick up on the way over and he even grabbed a few snacks. Skeppy eventually came into the frame and they did their first day stream.
They wrapped up their night on Skeppy’s couch, scrolling on Twitter to see all the hype. Bad was tired and went to sleep. Skeppy stayed awake on the couch. He was scared of the dream’s he could have. The dreams that could ruin everything.
As the days advance slowly but swiftly all at once, just like the love that could happen. Skeppy fell swiftly, and if Bad was falling.. He was taking forever, In Skeppy’s humble opinion. The only thing Skeppy didn’t fall for was sleep. It was pointless to subject himself to those dreams and so he didn't get over an hour a night, maybe an hour and a half last night because he had a long day with the Dream Team and then a long night at the club.
He held the door open for Bad at Hannah’s house and Bad thanked him. Hannah immediately noticed Skeppy’s eye bags. Yeah, she had seen him with eye bags before but it was never this bad. Skeppy was also practically dragging himself but had a bubbling energy. She shot a text to someone who would have answers, before greeting the boys in quick hugs and getting everything around for the stream.
The stream was going well, Skeppy had played very good that he wasn’t tired for the camera. And Hannah was subjected to a lot of flirting. Hannah felt bad about being on her phone, but she needed to know. Stupid heart cookies did not matter more than this.
And when she got her answer at a time in the stream where they could stop if needed, even though she said it would be hours long and they weren’t even at the hour mark yet, she decided it was time to end. She needed to talk to Skeppy, and the sooner they got to the club the better. He would only talk with the courage in his body.
Skeppy seemed to drink more and more every night that they went out, he was approaching the amount he usually drank before Bad showed up. Maybe he was warming up to the idea of drinking with Bad. Maybe he was starting to get less scared about saying the wrong things. Because Hannah now knew that there were possible wrong things to say. Spifey told her all she needed to know, the rest she would need to sucker out of the man himself.
Hannah danced over to where Skeppy was leaning on the bar, eyes locked on Bad who was dancing and waiting for Skeppy to come back. “You care a lot about him.” Hannah pointed out. Skeppy bit his lower lip.
“Yeah, I do.” He admitted. “I wish it was less.”
Hannah raised a brow, “What do you mean? I think it’s cute.”
Skeppy turned to face her, his eyes finally leaving Bad for the first time tonight. “It’s beyond the amount I should care.” Hannah could practically taste the beer as he talked. Maybe even whatever else he had been drinking, it had been strong. Stronger than his usual light beers and fruity drinks. Hannah glanced at the bar and saw a few empty shot glasses. Skeppy rarely did those on their normal outings, they would each do about 3 at the start of the night and go from there.
“Spifey told me that you weren’t sleeping. You can’t stay awake forever.”
Skeppy shrugged, “We are more than best friends in my dreams.” he spoke softly, “I can’t do that shit with him here. We are just friends, and I will not lose that over a stupid crush.”
“Crush?” Bad’s voice asked and Skeppy’s eyes grew very wide. “Who has a crush?” OH THANK GOD! Bad had only heard the end of the sentence so Skeppy was in the clear.
“Just some girl was talking at the end of the bar earlier.” Hannah explained.
“I’ll be right back, I have to use the bathroom.” Skeppy said and pressed a quick kiss to Bad’s cheek. Hannah would have been shocked if Skeppy didn't kiss him on the cheek hours before after the ‘sword fight’.
Bad looked at Hannah before grabbing his drink off the bar and downing it in a few gulps. His face looked unaffected despite Hannah smelling the drink was made strong. They were both drinking strong tonight, apparently.
Hannah could not ignore the way Bad’s eyes were locked on the doorway Skeppy was behind. She couldn’t ignore the glint in his eyes. It was the same glint that Skeppy held when he admitted his feelings. She let out a breath, “Bad, do you like Skeppy?”
“Of course I do!” He smiled, “Who doesn’t?”
She resisted the urge to facepalm. “Ok.. I meant.. Do you like him as more than a friend?”
This got him to tear his eyes away and look at her, “I uh-” She could practically taste the booze from him as well. Unfortunately, she knew that bad things tend to happen when this much booze is in two people who like each other’s bodies and things could go either bad or good. She was hoping for the latter, but wasn’t going to cast bad things happening out. They could do things they regret with little hesitation and suffer in the morning. She also knew that there was little she could do, really.
They would get into the Uber and head back to Skeppy’s and whatever happened.. Happened. She would have to hear about it in the morning.
“Is it obvious?” Bad asked, Hannah let out a breath.
“Only when you drink.” She said, Skeppy was returning. “Just don’t be too stupid tonight.”
Bad nodded and felt a hand on his shoulder, he put his hand on top of the hand once he realized he knew it was Skeppy. “Ready to go?” Skeppy asked, “The Uber is here.”
“Yeah.” Bad said, looking at Hannah still. Hannah wondered if he could read her expressions as much as he was acting like he could. She was wearing worry like a mask. Bad seemed too relaxed after her warning. Like he knew what could happen but wouldn’t do anything to stop it.
They made their way to the uber, legs pressed together as they fell into easy conversation about plans coming up. They talked about if they wanted to stream on valentines day or not. They talked about watching a movie when they got back to Skeppy’s and deciding to watch it in Skeppy’s room because the couch seemed too uncomfortable at that moment in time.
So they sat on Skeppy’s bed with snacks, bodies pressed flush together as they faced the tv, turning on some random movie, still focused on light conversation.
At this rate, it started to make less sense as time went on, their drunk brains finally mellowing them out and losing inhibitions. They ended up facing each other and Skeppy leaned forward to put his phone on the charger behind Bad, resting his hand on Bad’s leg.
Skeppy leaned back a little bit when Bad’s breath hitched and his phone was plugged in.
Skeppy could feel Bad’s breath on his mouth. Their noses were brushing. “We’re close.” Skeppy said, his hand still on Bad’s leg, just above his knee. Bad smirked ever so slightly.
“Give in, Skeppy.” Bad said, “it’s okay.”
Skeppy let out a shaky breath, his free hand cupping Bad’s jaw as his thumb ran along his bottom lip. “Things could change.” Skeppy said.
“Zak, I want you to give in.” Bad said and Skeppy lowered his thumb to push their lips together. Bad kissed him back instantly, inching closer to Skeppy. When Skeppy deepened the kiss, Bad knew he was royally screwed.
*
Skeppy blinked awake. He stretched his hands above his head as he sat up. The light was destroying his head. He should not have drank that much. He could hardly remember much of last night.
Skeppy looked over on the other side of his bed, where his phone normally was and reached over bad to grab it and check the time.
Wait.
Skeppy lowered his phone and looked at Bad, who was sleeping peacefully.
Skeppy’s body froze instantly.
Ok, he could do this. He could process what happened and force his brain to remember just what happened in this room last night. Instead, he was reminded that he confessed his love for Bad in the uber and Bad reciprocated before they decided to watch the movie in Skeppy’s room.
WAIT-
Skeppy blinked a few times before he looked down at his phone again.
Hannah :)
HANNAH THIS IS URGENT
Good morning to you, as well.
It’s 9am, why are you awake?
BAD IS IN MY BED
HE STAYED HERE ALL NIGHT
MY SHIRT IS NOT ON
HE IS TOO COVERED FOR ME TOS EE
BUT HANNAH WHATVFKJ
WTF DO I DO
IF WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED
HAPPENED
WE WERE DRUNK
DRUNK!!!!!
WHAT IF HE DIDNT REALT WABT THIS
WHATA ID I MAFE HIM THINFGH HE HAD TO
IM HORRIBLE
Ok, take a deep breath.
I am sure that he wanted it too
If it did happen.
Because Bad is not one to do things like that
Unless he wanted to.
You know him better than I do, Skep.
Am I wrong?
no.
ok, exactly.
Do you think you guys did anything?
I’m going to say it might have been
a lot of kissing
But what if this ruins us?
Listen, Zak.
It won’t.
You both clearly like each other as more than friends
You Are just both idiots
And blind
What makes you so sure?
Spifey told me.
He told me everything after I got home last night.
The things you said to him, and the things Bad did
Just have trust, Skep.
And talk to him.
Thx
Skeppy let out a breath and shook Bad awake carefully. Bad yawned and his face scrunched at the headache hitting him. Skeppy smiled fondly at him. “Why don’t we go get some breakfast? I’ll let you pick out what car we take.”
“Yellow.” Bad said and Bad sat up, Skeppy saw his naked torso and flushed deeply, looking away. Bad got out of the bed and slipped a hoodie on, it belonged to Skeppy. Skeppy’s blush grew darker.
Bad checked his phone and looked at Skeppy with soft eyes. “Get dressed.”
Skeppy huffed a laugh and got out of bed, “Yessir.” He said and slipped a hoodie on, grabbing his phone and a set of keys from his nightstand, before he grabbed Bad’s hand. Bad let their fingers interlock and allowed Skeppy to lead him outside to his garage to grab his Yellow Lamborghini. Bad slipped into the passenger seat once they let their hands fall apart. Skeppy sat in the driver seat and started the car, leaving the garage and holding his right hand out for Bad. Bad connected their hands swiftly and turned on some music. The last thing Skeppy had been listening to on his spotify was Chase Atlantic, Bad had no idea who the band was but he just played the music anyway.
The music had a lot of interesting word choices that Bad would not repeat. A lot of drugs, sex and alcohol and swearing. He just couldn’t be bothered to change the music because Skeppy was tapping along to the song on the steering wheel with his left hand and singing quietly to himself.
Bad was too enamored by the sight to ruin it.
When they pulled into the diner, their hands parted. They reconnected on the walk in and the walk to the table. They parted so they could sit across from each other. They were quick to hook ankles under the table as they ordered, though.
Bad sipped on his coffee while Skeppy messed with the straw in his smoothie, they were waiting for their food.
“Last night..” Skeppy said softly. “I’m sorry if I pressured you into anything- it was never my intention.”
Bad just smiled fondly at Skeppy, “Sweetheart, you didn’t force me into anything. I wanted to be there with you the whole time. I know that we were drunk but we both wanted to be there and do those things. I promise that you didn’t hurt me.”
Skeppy let out a relieved breath, “Oh thank god.” a pause, “I do love you.” Skeppy said. “More than friends.”
Bad’s smile grew, “And I love you beyond friendship as well.”
Skeppy laughed, “Bf’s? For real?”
“Boyfriends for real.” Bad agreed and they met in a soft kiss over the table as valentines day decorations surrounded them. This was the time for love, and they certainly found theirs.