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Take me to your best friend’s house,
Roll about this roundabout.
“Skeppy.”
The diamond man looks up slowly to where Bad stood in front of him, legs apart and arms crossed across his chess. Around him, the server was a mess of players dying over and over while the chat went ballistic. “Skeppy,” he repeated. “Slash slash undo, right now.”
The sun was shining, illuminating a halo of light around the demon’s head. Badboyhalo, my ass, Skeppy scoffs internally. With that pretty face and attitude, anyone could mistake him to be an angel instead.
Bad’s eyes narrowed, gaze fixated upon Skeppy. It was clear that he wasn’t about to move along if the younger refused to undo whatever he had done this time. Did he spawn in one-two many TNT again, or cut spawn so that everyone would fall into the void? Skeppy didn’t care. He was too mesmerised by the beauty of the man in front of him.
“Skeppy.”
Bad was beautiful, even if he often denied this. Even if others didn’t find him as attractive as Skeppy did, how could they possibly say no to his sweet personality or his charms? Bad had Skeppy hooked onto every little detail he possessed, he realised.
“Skeppy?”
Skeppy blinks, allowing his vision to refocus. Bad was still standing opposite him, but instead of his Minecraft form, Skeppy sees a real-life human instead. The familiar face that he had only ever seen through streams or video calls was now furrowed with worry. Bad waves his front of Skeppy’s face, trying to grab his attention.
They weren’t in MunchyMC or Invaded Lands but in the middle of an airport. People around him moved quickly, but they weren’t dying from lava or anything. Loud chatters that filled his ears weren’t anything to do with griefing a server either.
Was the meetup really happening?
Bad wore a simple black tee paired with jeans and carried a small backpack slung over one shoulder, a far stray from the character Skeppy had long associated with him. Skeppy never dwelled long on the older’s physical looks, for he loved Bad for who he was inside. And yet somehow, seeing him properly for the first time, he looked absolutely radiant.
Bad starts shifting on the spot, and Skeppy realises that he had been staring for too long. He doesn’t voice it, but Skeppy could almost hear Bad’s thoughts hit him like pebbles forming ripples in water: Does he think I look weird? Am I making this meeting uncomfortable for him? And then: What if he doesn’t like me? What if he turns around and leaves?
Immediately, Skeppy’s arm shoots out to grab Bad by the arm, pulling him into a tight hug. Bad stiffens at the sudden contact, then relaxes as the younger squeals in excitement to finally meet his best friend. Skeppy wraps Bad in his arms, shuddering back sobs as he really couldn’t believe that they were together for the first time. After such a long wait, all he wanted was to hold him. Bad returns the hug tightly enough to indicate that he didn’t want to let go either.
Reluctantly, they pull apart after they while. Skeppy’s hands remained clasped in Bad’s, and the two exchanged bright smiles and finally leaned in to meet each other’s lips.
Colourful fireworks go off the moment their lips touch, the kiss firm, bound and sweet. Skeppy brings a hand to Bad’s cheek, cradling his face as the other takes hold of the front of his shirt, tugging him closer so that they could deepen the kiss. Skeppy felt nothing but love for his best friend and boyfriend. For so long, he had dreamed about this moment, yet Bad’s kisses felt better than any of the thousand scenarios he had imagined in his head.
Their first kiss felt perfect like they were meant to be fitted together all along. Bad was everything he wanted and more, and Skeppy couldn’t wait to start spending time together in person.
I loved you then and I love you now.
The first thing on their agenda after meeting up was buying Skeppy a muffin. Bad refuses to get them anywhere from within the airport, claiming that the ones there were stale and never tasty. Instead, he drives Skeppy to a local bakery a couple of miles from his house.
“It’s the second-best thing to homemade muffins,” he explains as they both pull up in the parking lot. There was a Walmart next door, which was pretty convenient considering that Skeppy needed to make purchases for his stay.
“You seem pretty confident about your baking skills,” Skeppy jokes. They both open the doors of Bad’s car to step out, Bad fumbling with his keys. “Are you sure you don’t just use muffin mix?”
“What?” Bad says indignantly. “I make them from scratch a lot, okay? Muffin mix only comes in when I’m busy, and I don’t have enough time.” He glares at the grin Skeppy throws at him and rolls his eyes.
“Okay, sorry,” Skeppy apologises, pouting cutely. He circles his arms around Bad’s waist from behind and props his chin on Bad’s shoulder. Bad couldn’t help the blush that creeps into his cheeks. They just met, but Skeppy was already being an affectionate muffin. He couldn’t keep his hands off Bad during the entire time at the airport, refusing to let go of their hands unless they needed too.
For instance, Skeppy insisted on holding hands on the escalator, even though he had a carry-on in one hand and the escalator had been relatively packed with people. Bad never counted on Skeppy to be a clingy person in real life, but Skeppy had acted a great deal like a little kid afraid to get lost without his mother. But then again, he was in a new environment, and it made sense for him to want to stick closely to Bad.
But then Bad had gone to use the bathroom, and Skeppy had stood outside the toilet sulking until he returned. Skeppy had insisted on coming into the cubicle with him and would have succeeded if the older didn’t push him away and slam the door in his face last minute. His offended squawks of annoyance had been adorable, and Bad couldn’t help but press a fond kiss to his cheek when he emerged to find Skeppy waiting for him with a pout on his face.
Being an affectionate person himself, Bad had to admit that he enjoyed the attention he received from the younger. He turns his head to meet Skeppy’s lips, savouring the warmth of his mouth and tongue.
“Let’s go,” he says, slipping his hand into Skeppy’s and pulling him towards the bakery.
They pushed open the doors to the place and were immediately hit by the smell of fresh baked goods being rolled out. Bad feels his mouth water, and he decided that he wants to get himself a muffin too. He knew that muffins in the morning were one of the most incredible things ever, and he was sure that Skeppy would soon return the sentiment.
He hurries to the counter, dragging Skeppy along with him. He excitedly points out all the different flavours of pre-made muffins sold, showing him a few of his favourites and expression in great detail about their tastes. Skeppy shrugs and says that he would be alright with whatever Bad picks for both of them.
They end up getting a table, seeing that they had the whole day together and there was no reason to rush. Skeppy orders a coffee as well. “It’s the perfect vibe to get one,” he claims. Their muffins come quickly, and they both enthusiastically bite into them.
“Dude, this is so good,” Skeppy groans through a mouthful of cake.
“Careful, you’ll get crumbs everywhere,” Bad scolds. He takes hold of one of the napkins provided. Carefully, he daps the sides of Skeppy’s mouth, getting as many crumbs out as possible. Skeppy, seeing the opportunity laid in front of him, cheekily turns and kisses the tips of Bad’s fingers.
The other recoils immediately, gaping at Skeppy, aghast. “Skeppy! That was gross.”
Skeppy leans back into his chest, clearly amused. “Really? I thought you would have liked that.”
“Well,” Bad flushes, knowing that Skeppy was keenly observing his reaction. “Maybe not in public.”. The gesture had merely taken him by surprise, that’s all. It wasn’t that Bad felt embarrassed about the looks others might give them, but it was a public space after all.
To his surprise and pleasure, Skeppy merely shrugs. “Sure, whatever,” he says easily, straightening up in his seat.
“That’s it?” Bad questions disbelievingly, eyebrows furrowed. Skeppy usually put up a bigger fight than this.
“Yeah, it’s just a kiss,” Skeppy snorts, taking a long sip from his cup. Smudges of coffee stain his lips again, and Bad resists the urge to wipe them off too. Noticing Bad watching him, Skeppy grins at him, “You know I can always kiss you at home, you know…” His eyebrows wiggled playfully. “When we are alone.”
“I don’t know what you are implying,” Bad merely states. He ignores the way Skeppy had said home so casually when he hadn’t even taken Skeppy to his house yet. He also tries and fails not to think about what they could possibly do when they were alone.
They finish up the last of their food, and Bad sneaks a glance at Skeppy as they got up from their table. The proximity allows him a good look at the other, causing his breath to quicken as warm brown eyes meet his.
“Sorry to break my promise, but here’s a gift.” Skeppy offers Bad a final playful wink before capturing Bad’s mouth with his. He pulls away a moment later and saunters towards the front door, leaving Bad confused and in a daze, wondering what the muffin just happened.
Don’t take me tongue tied,
Don’t wave no goodbye.
It was later at night when they were supposed to be settling in the sleep. Instead, Bad found himself being pushed slightly against the wall of the hallway. Skeppy has him wrapped up in another tight embrace, his face buried in the other’s hair as Bad gently rubs circles into his back.
In all began when Bad took a bit longer than promised to come into their room. Skeppy had insisted on sleeping together with him on his bed, and he had been more than happy to oblige. Moments later, Bad had gone down to the kitchen to get a drink of water.
On his way back, Skeppy had intercepted him in the hallway. He wasn’t allowed to continue further as he closes the distance between them, hands tangled in Bad’s locks as their tongues danced together hungrily. Bad doesn’t question when Skeppy starts finding interest in peppering soft kisses all over his neck and collarbone, though the thought of Skeppy leaving hickeys on him sends a shiver down his spine. He closes his eyes and lets Skeppy kiss him all over until the heat has died down slightly, and the younger hugs him tightly instead.
Bad doesn’t want Skeppy to leave tomorrow. He thinks of all the possibilities if Skeppy permanently moved in with him. Like waking up together and feeling each other’s morning breaths on their faces, fixing breakfast together before taking Rat on a walk in the park. Bad wouldn’t mind if Rocco moved in with them as well, for he was sure that he and Rat could get along nicely too. However, he knew that their day together would come to an end. He would miss Skeppy and how he tasted like cinnamon and home and love, and he didn’t feel ready to let him go just yet.
Skeppy seemed to be thinking the same as well, for he tightens his grip on Bad’s shoulders, his breath growing heavier with each second. Skeppy had switched between snarky comments paired with teasing smiles and moments of clinginess and not wanting to be separated from Bad throughout the day.
Bad didn’t want to be separated from him either. Within a single span of a day, he and Skeppy had been proven to be more inseparable than they had been online. How were they supposed to return to being miles apart again, deprived of being able to hold and kiss each other?
“Bad?”
“Yeah?” He murmurs softly. He takes hold of Skeppy’s chin, tilting his head up so that he could place a soft kiss on his forehead. “What’s wrong?”
“I want to make this night count.” Bad stirs at the younger’s voice, eyes blinking as his eyes meet with Skeppy’s for the second time that day. “I…” he swallows. “I’m not sure I follow.”
He looks at Skeppy expectantly, awaiting his reply. He just leans in to nuzzle Bad’s nose softly and lovingly. Bad feels the blush seep into his ear as he faces the man he loved looking at him back with an equal amount of adoration and hunger in his eyes.
“I liked today,” Skeppy confesses, and Bad nods in agreement, though slightly confused as to where this was coming from. He responds, “Me too. It was great meeting you, Skeppy.”
“I kept thinking if I would have any regrets when I leave tomorrow, and I don’t want to have any.” So that was why he had been acting so strangely.
“Well?” Bad asks, peering curiously at the other. “Do you regret anything?”
Skeppy only smiles broadly. His smile illuminated even in the dim light. “The only thing I regret is not meeting up with you sooner.” Bad turns red and smacks his arm gently. “Oh,” was the only reply that fell from his lips.
“Bad, you made me wait so long for this,” Skeppy growls though his tone was filled with more longing than annoyance. “I don’t think I can hold back any longer.”
“What do you mean?” Bad feels a host of fear creeping into his body. He wasn’t sure if Skeppy was thinking what he thought he was thinking. He lowers himself for another kiss, not bothering to restraint the moan that escapes his lips as Skeppy’s tongue enters his mouth lazily, kissing him slowly and softly.
“We don’t have to touch each other... that way,” Skeppy clarifies when they pull apart for a brief moment. He squeezes Bad gently. “Just for tonight, let me stay with you.”
“As long as you promise not to let me go either.” It was the confirmation they both needed. The kisses don’t stop after that as they fall on top of each other over and over again. Seconds become minutes and hours of bliss with neither wanting to pull away. After all, it would all end tomorrow, so all they could do was make the most of the time they had.
Skeppy slides his arms under Bad’s legs at one point in time, lifting him and pinning him against the wall and holding him there. Bad flinches slightly at the force of his back, hitting the wall with a soft thud, fearing somewhat that he would slip out of his grasp. The younger adjusts his hold on Bad’s thighs so that Bad felt steadier as Skeppy props him against the wall properly.
Bad could barely keep a clear head from the way Skeppy shamelessly laps at his mouth. His arms and legs were locked into the other, making it impossible for him to escape. He had no complaints as he eagerly let Skeppy’s tongue run over the muscle under his tongue. Skeppy was right. Why didn’t they do this sooner?
But none of that mattered now. They both pull apart eventually, panting heavily from the intensity of their make-out session. Skeppy smiles and presses a kiss to Bad’s jawline. “I love you,” he said.
Bad blushes at the cheesy words. “I love you too,” he grumbles but kisses his lover sweetly once again, savouring the familiar taste of his lips.
A few kisses later, Skeppy carries him back to his bedroom and lowers him down onto his bed, so gently as if he was afraid of dropping him. Bad felt no less than a piece of valued treasure as Skeppy climbs in beside him and grabs the blanket to wrap around their bodies. Bad couldn’t help but pull him into one last deep kiss before murmuring their goodnights.
Don’t leave me tongue tied,
Let’s stay up all night.
Turns out, Skeppy also had an incredible way of making him feel precious as he cuddled Bad snugly, fingers caressing his hair that lulls him into a deep sleep. There was still a lot to figure out, but Bad knows that they will be okay. Skeppy made Bad feel like the happiest man in the world, even if he was leaving in the morning. It was only temporary, he reminded himself, the thought of being able to see Skeppy again comforting. Safe and comfortable in the arms of his lover, Bad dreams of a future, bright and shining, where they could be reunited again, free at last to be whoever they wanted to be together.