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If you asked Droid why he got Mountain Dew flavored chapstick he wouldn’t really know the answer himself. He saw it, thought it was funny, and proceeded to grab it without a second thought. Now it sat on his desk, unopened, taunting him. Droid sighed, he might as well try it, that’s what he bought it for right? He tore the plastic off and uncapped it, surprised when a strong scent of Mountain Dew tickled at his nose. He tentatively put it to his lips, slowly applying it. He smacked his lips together, not hating the soft smell of soda. The chapstick went back to its place on his desk and he went on with his day, honestly forgetting about it until he went to record the next day. He applied it again, then again the next day, and the day after that, and after a while he just applied it everyday like it had been a part of his day to day life this whole time. He did slip up once during stream and applied it with his camera on, chat didn’t waste a second to tease and question him.
“Listen, listen chat,” Droid held the chapstick up to the camera to show the flavor, “I gotta have my gamer fuel, it’s a necessity.” Chat went crazy, but they all seemed to go along with the joke. “It does actually smell a lot like Mountain Dew too.” Droid nodded and looked through chat, wrinkling his nose when he saw a message telling him to taste it. “Ew, why would I straight up lick chapstick? I’m not tasting it!” Droid laughed at chat egging him on to taste it and moved on with the stream, changing the subject in hopes chat would stop telling him to eat chapstick. “Y’all are weird.”
After the stream Droid went to grab some water in the kitchen, walking past Pezzy on the couch.
“Hey Droid,” Droid stopped in front of Pezzy, raising an eyebrow in question, “didn’t know you had Mountain Dew chapstick, you’re holding out on me.”
Droid chuckled before saying, “You can try it, it’s on my desk.”
Pezzy thought for a moment before shaking his head, “Nah, that’s too far.”
Droid laughed at his laziness, “Then I guess you don’t get any gamer fuel.” Pezzy smirked and before Droid could walk away, Pezzy was pulling him down by his hand and firmly pressing his lips to Droids.
Pezzy leaned back on the couch, licking his lips, “Hmm, it really does taste like Mountain Dew.” Droid just stared at him, his brain slowly catching up to what just happened. Pezzy kissed him. Wait, no, Pezzy didn’t kiss him, he simply just tried Droid chapstick. Droid stuck with that thought process, repeating it in his head until the heat at the tips of his ears faded away.
Pezzy smugly looked up at Droid, waiting for him to freak or go red. To his disappointment Droid simply frowned, “Did you just steal my gamer fuel? Now I have to put on more.” Droid lightly chuckled at Pezzy’s antics, got his water and quickly headed back to his room. Droid sipped his water, reapplied his chapstick and started to edit his video, all while trying not to think about Pezzy kissing him.
A minute later Pezzy came in, “I changed my mind. I do want to actually try it.” Pezzy reached over Droid for the chapstick, pressing into Droid’s back in the process. Droid’s heart skipped a beat but he ignored it, instead grumbling about how he could have just passed it to Pezzy. Droid turned in his chair, watching Pezzy apply the chapstick and unconsciously licked his lips. Pezzy smirked again, “You know, chat was right you should try it. It really does taste like Mountain Dew.”
Droid rolled his eyes, “You’re not getting me to eat chapstick.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.” Pezzy leaned in, both hands landing on the arm rests of Droid’s chair. Droid nervously swallowed before firmly pressing his lips to Pezzy’s. Pezzy moved his mouth against Droid’s, not leaving it at a firm peck this time around. After Pezzy was satisfied that enough of the chapstick was now on Droid's lips he pulled back, eyes flicking down to watch Droid's tongue run over his lips. Pezzy’s own tongue doing the same.
Droid hummed, “It really does taste like Mountain Dew. How did they do that?”
Pezzy shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe there’s a video on it?” Droid swiveled his chair around again to face his computer, pulling up YouTube to find a video about making chapstick. Pezzy pulled up a second chair and they looked over videos laughing as they somehow found themselves watching more ridiculous videos on how things are made. They never did find a video specific to the Mountain Dew flavored chapstick.
After that day Droid kept the chapstick on him, hoping Pezzy might ask to try it again. It took two days of carrying the chapstick around with him until it paid off. They were sitting together on the couch when Pezzy idly said something about wanting some gamer fuel. Droid had to resist the urge to quickly rip it out of his pocket and instead slowly took it out of his pocket, offering it to Pezzy, hoping Pezzy couldn’t tell how happy he was about this. Pezzy put it on and turned to Droid, leaning in slightly. Droid’s eyes fluttered closed as he met Pezzy half way. Droid gasped at the feeling of Pezzy’s tongue against his lips.
“Dude,” Droid pulled away, wiping his mouth, his face felt like it was on fire, “No slobber on the goods.”
Pezzy laughed and shrugged. “I just wanted a better taste. Gotta get that gamer fuel my guy.” Pezzy turned away and Droid could have sworn his ears were red. Droid licked his lips, they tasted faintly like Mountain Dew and something else that Droid couldn’t put his finger on.
“You took all my gamer fuel.” Droid pouted, his blush starting to go away. Pezzy passed the chapstick back to Droid, mumbling an apology, but still not facing him. Droid slipped it back in his pocket. He was about to pull Pezzy into another kiss but Grizzy walked into the living room, asking about the movie playing that Droid had completely forgotten about. Grizzy sat on the couch with them and they laughed through the movie. It was a good time but Droid really just wanted to kiss Pezzy again. Droid felt a blush creeping up his neck as he realized he did actually want to kiss Pezzy, this wasn’t just about gamer fuel. After the movie Pezzy quickly left to his room, Droid and Grizzy hanging back to talk about the movie. The next to leave was Grizzy, Droid hung back and waited a minute then headed to Pezzy’s room. He lightly knocked then stepped into the room, softly closing the door behind him.
Pezzy sat up on his bed, “What’s up Droid?” Droid didn’t answer, only stepping closer. Pezzy raised an eyebrow at him. Before he could overthink it Droid was leaning over Pezzy, one hand on the bed holding him up, the other cupping Pezzy’s face. Droid hesitated before fully pressing his lips to Pezzy’s, his eyes fluttered closed and his heart started to race. Pezzy moved his lips against him and Droid’s breath caught in his throat. He pulled away and took a shaky breath.
Pezzy licked his lips and frowned, “Did you not have the chapstick on?” Droid shook his head. “Then what was that for?”
“I-” Droid looked down at Pezzy’s mouth, licking his lips, “I don’t know.” Droid’s thumb rubbed back and forth on Pezzy’s cheek, slightly catching at the edge of Pezzy’s mouth. Pezzy reached up and grabbed Droid’s shirt, pulling him down into a bruising kiss. Droid gasped and Pezzy took that opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth. Droid groaned, accidentally sucking on Pezzy’s tongue. Pezzy gasped in return, his hand went to Droid’s hair, pulling at the dark strands. Pezzy’s tongue rubbed against the inside of Droid’s cheek. Droid’s tongue tentatively followed suit, rubbing against Pezzy’s. Droid moaned into his mouth, his tongue now gaining confidence as it found its way in Pezzy’s mouth.
Pezzy laughed as he pulled away, Droid quickly following him. “You’re so fucking loud Droid.” The sentence was said in a whisper against Droid lips and Droid shivered at the feeling of Pezzy’s breath against him.
“Sorry, am I actually that loud?”
Pezzy chuckled as he pulled Droid in again, this time pulling Droid all the way onto the bed. Droid found himself in between Pezzy’s legs and leaned over Pezzy, his arms bracketing his head. “Yeah, but I think it’s kinda hot so-” Droid didn’t let him finish, licking into his mouth. Pezzy’s hand was still in Droid’s hair, tugging every now and then, his other hand went under Droid’s hoodie, gliding over Droid’s back then came around to his chest. Droid giggled into the kiss, grabbing Pezzy's wandering hand and pinning it next to his head.
“Sorry,” Droid pecked Pezzy’s cheek, “I’m ticklish bro.”
“Oh my God, don’t call me bro after you just had your tongue down my throat.”
Droid laughed, “Then what do I call you now? Babe?” Droid wasn’t serious about calling him babe but from the way Pezzy’s face quickly went red it looked like he was gonna call Pezzy babe all the time.
“You know what, I think bro is fine.”
“I don’t know,” Droid smirked as he pressed a kiss to Pezzy’s jaw, then below his ear, then his neck, and finally to the spot where shoulder and neck meet. “I kinda like babe.” He mumbled into the skin and felt the way Pezzy shivered under him. Droid started to suck on the skin there, pleased when Pezzy gasped.
“Hey Pezzy have you seen…” Grizzy stood in the doorway, jaw hanging open at the sight before him. “I was gonna ask if you’ve seen Droid but,” he gestured to them, “I think you know where he is.” Grizzy was holding back a laugh at the sight of both Pezzy and Droid who were beet red.
“Get out!” Pezzy threw his pillow at him and Grizzy did finally laugh on his way out, saying something about giving him a warning next time. “God, what a cockblock.” Droid laughed as he buried his head in the crook of Pezzy’s neck, Pezzy joining him.
“Maybe I should leave before he comes in here again.” Droid chuckled as he went to get up but Pezzy's hands wrapped around him.
“Wait, can’t you just sleep here tonight?”
“Grizzy’s gonna get ideas.”
“Let him.” Pezzy pulled him back down into a sweet kiss and Droid couldn’t believe his luck.
The next morning Droid and Pezzy made their way to the kitchen, Pezzy now wearing Droid’s hoodie. Grizzy smugly smiled at the two, about to make some comment before he noticed the hickeys down Droid’s neck.
“Y’all nasty.”