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Virgil was really contemplating it. He could just go up to Logan, and ask him to tickle him.
He'd kinda told Logan about his fixation a couple months ago, but the reaction was just "Oh. Cool? I guess?" Obviously it wasn't worded like that, but that was basically what it boiled down to in Virgil’s head.
Occasionally they’d all be watching a movie together and a tickle scene would show up, or it would come up in casual conversation, and Logan would kind of just knowingly glance at Virgil. So he KNEW that Logan hadn’t forgotten about it. But other than that, neither of them had really brought it up since. And Virgil was perfectly fine with this, as it saved him the total embarrassment of having to talk about it with anyone.
…
But maybe he kinda wanted to talk about it with someone. And maybe he was in a really bad lee mood and wanted literally nothing more than to just be TICKLED already. And Logan did already know about it as a concept at least, and it would be way easier than trying to totally explain it to one of the other sides. Plus, being completely honest, Logan was the only other side he was really close enough to to even consider asking. There was a reason why he was the only one who *knew*.
All of this internal monologue was happening as Logan was sitting right next to him. They were in Logan’s room, Virgil on his bed with earbuds in while Logan was sitting on a chair reading. They would often sit in comfortable silence together, simply enjoying the presence of the other. Virgil looked over to the other side, deciding that he should just say something before he completely chickened out.
“Hey, uh, Lo?” He said, taking out one of his earbuds.
“Yes, Virgil?” Logan asked, carefully bookmarking and setting down his book.
“Uh, y’know the, like, t-tickling thing?”
“Yes, you have told me of it.”
“Um, do you think you could, like, t-tickle me? It’s totally ok if you don’t want to or think it’s weird or anything-” Virgil stopped himself there, to keep from going into a complete anxious ramble.
“Well,” Logan contemplated, “I hope you know that I have basically no knowledge or experience of this. But I would not be unwilling to try.”
Hearing this, Virgil was immediately washed over with a near-euphoric feeling. Logan didn’t think it was weird. He wasn’t making it a big deal. And he was willing to ACTUALLY try it.
“Ok, so, how exactly do you wish to do this?” Logan asked, getting up from his chair and sitting next to Virgil on the bed.
“Well, uhm, I’m not quite sure. Maybe, uh, you could try to t-tickle my t-tummy?” Virgil cursed his stutter on those two words, “tummy” in particular. Why did the word “stomach” have to weird him out so much, and why were all the OTHER words for it so teasy??
“Alright, I shall attempt to tickle you on your abdomen.” Logan reached over and started squeezing his sides, in a way that wasn’t really ticklish and kind of just hurt.
“AH, WAIT WAIT, STOP!!” Virgil said, louder than he intended to. Logan stopped immediately, looking concerned.
“Did I do something? What was incorrect?” He asked.
“Uhm, that kinda just… hurt.” Virgil said.
“I apologize,” Logan said. “How could I do it better?”
“What if instead of squeezing, you just kinda, lightly... scratch on... my tummy.” Virgil’s voice got quieter as he said this, extremely flustered to be telling exactly how he wanted to be tickled. Luckily, Logan heard and didn’t make him repeat it.
“So, like this?” Logan asked, making small scribbly motions on Virgil’s shirt over his tummy. This time it didn’t hurt. In fact, Virgil was overcome with the light fluttery sensations. He immediately burst into quiet giggles. It was so soft and nice and perfect.
Logan let out a small chuckle, seeing Virgil like this was absolutely adorable. The blush across his cheeks and ears, the little squirms and wiggles and the fact that he was visibly trying not to squirm away despite what his body told him to do. And the sound of his laughter was quite frankly too much for Logan’s gay heart to take.
“Judging by your reaction compared to last time, I’m assuming that this is much more satisfactory for you?” Logan said, smiling at Virgil’s almost frantic nods.
Virgil was in heaven. His crush, his Logan, was *tickling* him. And so frickin soft and nice, too. He would’ve died right then and there if he hadn’t been too preoccupied with giggling his heart out. But this same sensation had been going on for about a minute now, and he could also feel himself getting used to it.
“Uhum, L-Logahan?” He said between giggles.
“Yes, Virgil?” Logan slowed his tickling to the point where Virgil could talk easier, but was still ever-so-lightly tracing his nails across his tummy.
“Uh, do you thihink you can do something different? Like go to a different spot or s-something? I like this, but I think I’m getting used to it.” Virgil was surprised at how much harder it was to talk with the distracting feeling, even when it was so faint as it was at that moment.
Logan stopped, and contemplated for a moment. Then he said, “May I go under your shirt?” Virgil’s light blush immediately turned about 5 shades darker.
“Y-yeah, uh, sure. I’d be ok with that.” Virgil was so much more than ok with that.
Logan delicately lifted Virgil’s shirt just enough to reveal his entire tummy. He looked back at Virgil’s face one more time, as if to confirm this was ok. Virgil just nodded, looking away to avoid eye contact as he found it quite flustering at this moment. Since he wasn’t looking, he was taken by surprise at the new sensation as Logan started lightly scribbling at his sides, rather than his tummy again like he expected. He was giggling again, at a higher volume than before. Why did that tickle *so much* more???? He fought the urge to squirm away, and just kicked his legs instead as a way to release the energy being pumped into him from the sensation. He could feel the hot blush in his face.
Logan was finding himself blushing right along with Virgil, glad that his eyes were shut from the presumably overwhelming sensations. Sure, he didn’t really understand the depth of this whole tickling fixation Virgil had. But he knew simply by how Virgil was acting that this was a big deal to him. And just the fact that Virgil would trust him enough to be this vulnerable was amazing to Logan.
As much as Virgil was absolutely reveling in this feeling he’d been craving for so long, he could feel that it was about time to stop. He was tired, and his face was starting to hurt from smiling for so long.
“O-ok, I thihink that’s good.” Virgil said, opening one eye and putting his hands over Logan’s. He felt the sensation subside as Logan stopped and pulled his hands away. He looked at Logan’s face, which was almost as red as he presumed his own was. Virgil was suddenly blushing for a reason completely unrelated to the tickling as he realized that Logan literally just had his hands all over him.
“Uh, Virgil?” Logan said, adjusting his glasses and avoiding eye contact. “I believe that I’ve been feeling some feelings, that while not logical, I can’t seem to ignore.” Virgil just about had a heart attack right then and there, but Logan wasn’t done talking. “I believe the feeling would be most similar to that most people call love.”
Yep, this was it, this was how he died. At least that’s what Virgil thought, being overtaken by the strongest gay panic he’d ever experienced.
“I- uh- yes? Yes. Same. Yes.” Virgil stuttered, all ability to speak coherent sentences thrown right out the window.
Logan looked back at Virgil, and leaned in a bit closer. “May I kiss you?” He asked. He then chuckled again, as if he could see the Windows error message in Virgil’s head.
“I- Yes. Please.” Virgil said, and his face may as well have been a tomato at this point. Logan slowly leaned in and Virgil slipped his eyes closed as he felt the pressure of Logan’s lips against his.
Logan smiled into the kiss, feeling quite happy. He could feel the increase of neurotransmitter activity in his brain. Something told him that Virgil was feeling the same.