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ship:
schlackity

little:
quackity

CG:
jschlatt

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i decided to make this more wholesome, seeming how people always make their relationship (platonic) filled with toxicity.

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༄ (3rd pov) ༄

it was around midnight, schlatt still working on the recent reports in the smp. Although he didn't mind being president, it was often stressful for him, causing him to deal with stuff during late hours. His vice president, Quackity, usually staying with him during it all. But he would often get mad at the boy for towering over him, and curse him to get out, although tonight was a completely different case.

Quackity walked into the room, seeing Schlatt looking around at a stack of papers on his desk. His dark expression was already showing how stressed he was.

A light knock was heard from the other side of the room, catching the older's attention. He looked away from his desk, peering to see Quackity standing in the door frame, just outside of the room.

"What the hell do you want?"
Schlatt raised his voice, being sure to make Quackity listen and giving hints that he didn't want to put up with anything. The other looked away from him, playing with his fingers as he stepped slowly into the room. He was now stood directly in front of Schlatt's desk, head turned away as his fingers were still fidgeting.

Schlatt sighed, dropping the papers out of his before throwing one hand to his forehead, rubbing the side of it. Even if the two were in somewhat of a relationship, the other often got annoying as vice president. But hey, at least he knows the boy is being clingy to him rather than someone else, right?

"I- Uh.."
Quackity lowered his eyes to the ground, head hanging low as he stepped closer to the desk in front of him. Never once had him nor Schlatt showed PDA to eachother, just occasionally saying i love you and going about with their days. Today was different. Today Quackity was feeling a lot more touch starved than usual, obviously getting fed up with it after trying his absolute best to get rid of the feeling. He'd tried everything, pillows, blankets, even hugging his other friends. But that wasn't the attention he wanted. No, Schlatt's was.

Schlatt cleared his throat, throwing his hands behind his head to grip the chair he was placed on. The room filled itself with silence, Schlatt glaring at Quackity as he watched the boy become more and more fidgety and nervous.

"Am i- allowed.. behind your desk..?"
This was something far distant from the normal things that happened in the presidential conversations. Normally both of the men would be raising their voices at one another, disagreeing with the other as they stated their own opinions on things. Quackity never asked to do anything, going out of his way to continue random actions without Schlatt's knowing.

"What?- What kind of question is that? You're vice president, i don't give a fuck."
Schlatt let out a laugh, Quackity looking up at him before the laughing stopped. The smaller's body moved itself around, stopping right beside the chair of which his lover was rested on.

"I wanted to- do something.."
Quackity looked back into the other's peering eyes, bracing himself for an argument after what he was going to attempt to do. Leaning forwards, he gently threw one leg around the chair, resting it beside Schlatt's right leg before sliding onto his lap. The older watched in both a surprised and dumbfounded glare, with Quackity sitting directly on his lap, he couldn't help but freeze up.

Quackity looked away from the eyes of the man, both of his hands resting on Schlatt's chest. Surprisingly, it felt quite muscular and buff, most likely due to how often Schlatt used to go to the gym, nowadays him barely even having any time to.

The younger threw his hands to Schlatt's face, resting on his cheeks before quickly leaning in and leaving a little peck on his lips. It wasn't much, as he didn't want to upset the other in any way, quickly pushing his head into the man's neck and praying that he wouldn't get scolded for his action.

Or so, he thought he would've been anyways. Being proved wrong as Quackity's face was pushed to meet Schlatt's, a hand on his chin with a somewhat tight grip.

His face was dusted a light maroon color, the peering eyes of the brunette's looking back at him. The scary expression before Schlatt's face turning softer as he lightly kissed Quackity's forehead, rubbing one of the male's cheeks with his thumb.

"Is that all you wanted? Why the hell would you have to ask for permission or consent to do that?"
Quackity turned his head away from Schlatt, rolling his eyes as his arms were around the other's neck.

"I didn't want to- you know- be a clingy boyfriend or show too much PDA to make you uncomfortable or mad at me.."
The soft voice rang through Schlatt's ears, he himself feeling bad for having scared Quackity so much. The poor boy would already be shaking from a single glance from Schlatt, no matter what the situation was or had been.

Schlatt sighed, pulling the other's face to his own and pushing their lips together, softly having a hold on the boy's neck. One of his hands were on Quackity's thigh, lightly tracing circles in it to comfort the male. The kiss continued itself, fireworks lighting in either of the men as it was sloppily given and received. They still had yet to get to know eachother with this part of the relationship, lazily sticking tongue in every few seconds or pulling away to look into eachother's eyes.

The first time they pushed away from the kiss, they were breathing heavily, staring into the other's eyes as they dared to do it lean in again. The butterflies only growing more and more each time a light tracing of a finger was being felt against the smaller's thigh.

Pulling away for the second time, Schlatt was giving Quackity a grin, rubbing his unoccupied hand against the other's cheek. This brought new meaning to their relationship, cancelling out all of the nervousness to even kiss one another on the cheek.

"I'm sorry, Alex. I should've been better to you."
Schlatt kissed the boy's cheek, trailing small kisses to his jawline before retreating back to staring at the other male.

"That's okay, bub. We can make it through it. I believe in us."
Big Q smiled down at his lover, receiving a smile back before feeling another light, yet short, kiss push against his lips. A smiling Schlatt looking up at him, seeming to be in a trance.

"Are- Are you okay? I've never seen you this smiley..?"
The questionable male shook his head, kissing Quackity's cheek before pulling him back against his chest. The boy's head resting against it as his own arms were wrapped around the snaller's back.

The two sighed, comfortable silence overcoming them as they inherited all of the warmth from eachother. Even if they had their arguments, they always resolved afterwards with small talk and hugs. Now they could make up by showing more love to eachother, whether it was acting cute around the server or exchanging small kisses throughout the office.

A muffled "I love you" was heard, and felt, against Schlatt's chest, hid hold around Quackity tightening and him leaning down to kiss the boy's head, the beanie stopping it from being noticable to the male underneath.

"I love you more, dear."

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𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗... 𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝.
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