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The second Grunk stuck his tongue out Isaac’s head filled with a million horrible thoughts about what he could do to him. It was easy to nervously laugh it off for the video, but God did he linger on that mental image for a while. His shaky hand couldn’t even bring the snack near Grunk’s mouth, feeling his face heat up the closer his hand inched toward them.
Isaac was just grateful that no one was able to pick up on his pounding heart, and were instead more enamored by Grunk’s lack of tastebuds. He wished he could forget about this, let his intrusive thoughts pass through him like they usually did, but with Grunk staying at the group house for a couple more days it just seemed impossible.
Not too long after the filming had finished and everyone was scattered around the house, Isaac came back into contact with Grunk in the kitchen, although they were completely alone this time.
Isaac takes a deep breath before awkwardly waving to his younger friend, getting that familiar fluttering in his stomach when they reciprocate with a warm smile.
“You hungry?” Isaac says after a few seconds of silence.
Grunk shrugs, “I wanted to try more of the candy you got.” They rummaged through the various plastic bags disorganized on the kitchen island. Isaac felt just a little embarrassed at the mess, but it was quickly glossed over once he realized Grunk was standing right in front of him.
“Uh—behind you,” Grunk points to a bag with the juice pouches. Isaac moves over, although stumbling a bit on the counter. His eyes immediately dart over to the pouch Grunk picks up, trying his best to subtly watch him suck out the juice. Grunk didn’t seem to mind Isaac’s staring, or he was just plain oblivious.
“Do you want one?” They suddenly say with a giggle. He doesn’t grab another pouch though, but offers his own. Isaac can’t process the gesture quick enough, and Grunk takes this opportunity to mess with him for a bit.
They step closer to him, chests lightly grazing over the fabric of their shirts. Grunk points his pouch up at Isaac again, holding it up right against his lips. Isaac swore he could momentarily see stars.
Hesitantly, but excitedly Isaac puts his lips over the pouch’s tube and sucks while never looking away from Grunk’s gaze. He stands still, waiting for the younger to pull his hand away and laugh, but nothing happens. They stand close and observe the other in the empty kitchen, occasionally hearing the sounds of Isaac’s mouth. The whole ordeal felt admittedly weird to Isaac, but he wasn’t one to complain when he’s never been this close to Grunk before. Even with their invitation, Isaac couldn’t fight the pit in his stomach from what he was doing.
He’s the first to pull away, leaving Grunk’s arm floating in the air—they got a little lost in the moment too.
“That’s really good.” Isaac chokes out, hiding his nerves with a convincing smile. He’d become a natural at pretending like there wasn’t anything wrong with some of the things he did.
Grunk stays calm, cutely raising the pouch back into his mouth. He almost gets the chance to walk out of the room, until Isaac finally speaks up first and puts his hand on Grunk’s shoulder.
“Wait—you have some on your face.” And Grunk knows what he’s doing, yet they wipe the corner of their mouth with their thumb anyway, coyly asking if he got it off. Isaac swallowed as he slowly shook his head, “Let me…”
His fingers quickly met Grunk’s plump bottom lip, very gently hovering over it with his own thumb. Isaac wanted nothing but to kiss those lips with everything he had, and wanted to test how experienced they were. Curiosity took over him as his thumb crept through Grunk’s lips and Grunk happily let him.
He too was curious of Isaac’s strength, of his hidden desire that nobody could see but him. Grunk wasn’t even aware of his crush until he flew him out to Texas, and it only took them about a day or two to realize just how lovesick Isaac truly was.
The thought grew and immersed into daydreams, thinking about the older’s arms holding onto him and keeping him safe, imagining how Isaac would treat him if they were to actually date. They of course couldn’t tell anyone, not even their friends, not for a while at least, and that sparked something inside Grunk that he didn’t even know he wanted.
What would it be like to date your internet friend that knew you when you were 16? What does he even want with Grunk? Did he feel more than just lust?
Isaac’s thumb pushed through all the way into their mouth then, and his heart felt like it was going to pump straight out of his body. Their surroundings blurred and all that they could focus on was each other and their own rising chests. The sudden fear of someone walking in hits Isaac, and he again pulls away into the direction of the living room.
“I can’t—I can’t do that to you.” Grunk pouts, like he’d just been rejected.
“But I want you to.” The older can’t fathom looking back at Grunk—at Jack—his friend, the friend he swore to protect online and here he was, acting just like the predator he was afraid of becoming.
“Isaac… I want you to kiss me.” He speaks again more firmly, and it’s quite convincing for Isaac, but he stands his ground nonetheless.
“I can’t.”
“I’m an adult now, we can do whatever we want.” Grunk puts the pouch down onto the table, going to Isaac and placing his hands onto each side of his toned shoulders. They look up into his eyes, ridden in worry and a vulnerability they’d never seen in Isaac before. It was chilling.
“And when you have to leave?” Isaac says, leaving them both stunned. The fact of them having to separate again didn’t cross Grunk’s mind until now. He wanted to put the thought of college in the back of his head and reside in the comfort of his fantasies. Realistically, they knew they were going, but that didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt to think about it. This is why he didn’t hesitate to fly out here.
“I know you want to.” It’s exactly what Isaac needs to hear, to pull him back into his reality. He really did want to kiss Grunk, wanted to leave him breathless. Why not make the most of this while it lasts?
They’re cut off when footsteps approach and Isaac instinctively backs away from Grunk, as if anyone would assume anything bad from their proximity. But he steps back, and waits for Nick to appear in the kitchen asking why the lights were on until he notices the two standing there.
“I just got hungry.” Grunk picks up the juice pouch, showing his proof.
Everyone leaves to their rooms shortly after, the time passing excruciatingly slow for both Grunk and Isaac. Their hearts beat the same rhythm as they both reach for their phones and head to the Discord app.
“You’re pissing me off—” Grunk says into his phone’s microphone first, “—I’m not stupid, I know how you feel about me.”
Isaac rolls onto his back on his bed, phone harshly pressed up to his ear, “And you feel the same?” There’s a few seconds of pondering on the other line, before Grunk responds with clear doubt in his words.
“I mean, kind of? Yeah—I don’t know.” Isaac appreciates the younger’s honesty with him, even in a situation like this.
“I don’t wanna miss the chance.” They say, Isaac envisioning that cute pout of theirs and how it might look right now, alone and yearning in his temporary bedroom. Isaac felt bad enough for falling for him in the first place—he absolutely didn’t want to deal with the complications that came with it.
“I shouldn’t have let you—I’m sorry, dude. I can’t do this to you while you’re still in fucking school.” The evident guilt in his voice sent another chill down Grunk’s spine. He wondered then how long Isaac had been feeling this way. They decided not to question when the crush started, wanting to focus on what to do next more.
“Can we just mess around until then?” Grunk pleaded. A second passed before they heard shuffling through Isaac’s mic.
“Okay, come to my room.”
In his bedroom, Grunk takes a seat on Isaac’s bed and looks around in slight awe. It was crazy to him that he’d never been in there until that night.
Isaac sits next to him, fiddling with his hands and looking anywhere but at Grunk. He didn’t want to take a single risk, and that aggravated Grunk even more.
“I don’t know, um, have you ever—?” Grunk nonchalantly shakes his head ‘no’ to Isaac’s surprise.
“You’re not making this any easier, man.” It’s the first time Grunk hears Isaac laugh genuinely that night, and it helps him keep his breathing steady.
“Honestly, I’m a little scared.” Isaac puts his hand on Grunk’s, their fingers intertwining and resting into the soft sheets under them. He smiles down at Grunk, praying they couldn’t tell how equally anxious he was. Isaac’s gut feeling was telling him kissing Grunk would feel just like his first time.
It wasn’t too long before he could actually test that theory, as the younger began leaning into him and raising his hand the slightest bit up his arm. Isaac swallowed again and closed his eyes with the last thought of Jack’s soft face painted in every corner of his mind. He sighs as he feels them touch his slightly more sensitive than usual lips and it feels like a shockwave shooting through his entire body. Isaac can’t help the hand that goes up to grasp onto Grunk’s forearm, getting lost in the smooth motions of their mouths and tongues colliding. He doesn’t want it to ever end, but Grunk has to pull away to breath, and man is it a sight to behold.
His chest is rising more heavily than when they were in the kitchen, and his lips quickly turned a bright red, merely enhancing Grunk’s already more feminine features on his face. They looked so pretty and a little confused, dazed from the few seconds of passionate kissing they’d just done for the first time in their lives.
“Do that again.” Grunks says directly to Isaac, and he himself can see the newfound want in their eyes as they asked. There was zero hesitation this time around, and they delve back into each other like starved animals. Teeth clashing and wet, sloppy sounds couldn’t take them out of it, they just held on close to each other, their hands finding any and all places to explore. It was all so overwhelming, and so good, and everything Isaac wanted for years.
He breaks out of the kiss abruptly, his hands still gripping onto Grunk’s smaller frame with a small tear fighting to prickle out of him.
“Please, don’t leave me.” It comes out with no thought, but he’s too overcome with emotion and his room is heating up, and Grunk is sitting in front of him with his hands on his chest—
“Shut up.” Was all Grunk could come up with on the spot, continuing to messily kiss Isaac with no regard for how out of breath they were. Isaac doesn’t dwell, instead taking in how lucky he was to be there and throwing his worries of the future far away from his thoughts. He kissed Grunk more and more, possibly even leaving a mark on the poor boy’s neck.
He plays the image of him and Grunk meeting for the first time as he sticks his tongue in their mouth and smiles, just happy enough to be living in the moment.