roommates

6.

hello! author here! this has some mild smut in it, but please, if you are uncomfortable with smut, if you can, I would really appreciate it if you read most of the chapter! I've spent a long time writing this and I will put a warning for the smut, so you can scroll past it if needed :D

enjoy! 

Quackity's POV

Quackity wakes up, Wilbur at his side.
Wilbur isn't up yet- he's softly snoring into the pillow- and Quackity chuckles.
How did I manage to land this man? he asks himself. Of course, he's had attractive men in the past, such as Schlatt, but... Nobody like Wilbur. Someone who asks for permission before kissing you. Someone who respects boundaries, someone who just seems so loving that you can't help trusting them.

That's where Quackity has issues. Trust.
He's quick to love but hard to earn the trust of- which sort of explains why he fell so quickly for Wilbur. He falls so easily for any man who even looks his way.
But in many of his relationships he's had zero trust in the partner he's with, and that made him feel... unsafe. Scared, even.
I mean, the Schlatt relationship ended with Quackity insisting over and over that they needed to end it, that he was leaving him, and it was only met with a slurred, "Love ya too, pumpkin," or, "You don't mean that, sweetheart." He hates those pet names as much as he despises Schlatt.
The disrespectful, abusive fuck.

But that's all in the past. Schlatt's gone somewhere else, and he's with Wilbur now.
He smiles as he realises that he can actually, truthfully, tell Sapnap, George and Dream that they're together!
His heart flutters as he looks down at the sleeping man below him. Somehow he looks even more adorable asleep, his face framed perfectly by the weak morning sunlight streaming in through the window and his brown hair curly and messy. His fingers are clutching onto the pillow and he's shirtless.

"Wilburrr..." Quackity whispers, rocking him gently, side to side.
It takes about a minute of this before Wilbur wakes up with a groan, rubbing his eyes and sitting up groggily.
"Wh- Oh my God, Quackity, I'm in your bed, aren't I?" he says, yawning, yet panic is evident in his voice. "I'm sorry, I'll just-"
He starts to get out of the bed, but Quackity grabs onto his arm.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Quackity asks.
"I think I had this dream where we... kissed... and that's what I'm doing here, right?" Wilbur says, blushing and looking down shamefully.
Quackity laughs. "Wilbur, that wasn't a dream! I promise."
The brunette's face lights up as he looks up at Quackity.
"Really? Because I got up at like, five, and I assumed it was a dream, and I wanted to get out of the bed but I didn't want to wake you or whatever so I just lay there for a bit, thinking of stuff to say to explain me being in your bed or whatever, and I kind of fell back to sleep, but- God, I'm so, so glad it wasn't a dream," Wilbur gushes.

"It's OK, Wilbur. I'm here," Quackity says, and pulls him into a hug. The smaller man puts his head onto Wilbur's chest lovingly as a dumbfounded Wilbur hugs back breathlessly.
"So, does this mean we're boyfriends now?" Wilbur asks tentatively.
Quackity breaks the hug apart.
"If you'd like to be, I'm totally up for it," he breathes, blushing.
"I'd love to be... more than anything," Wilbur murmurs.
Quackity lets out a short, breathless giggle. He barely ever giggles, and the same with Wilbur, but for some unknown reason they both giggle around each other.
"Well, I guess we are then, now!" he says with a huge smile. He can't believe it, and he knows Wilbur can't either.
"Yeah, we are," Wilbur says disbelievingly, his breath slowing down a little and a grin spreading across his face not unlike the one on Quackity's.
"Can I kiss you?"

"Oh, of course, Wilbur."
They lean in, Wilbur gently cupping Quackity's cheeks with his hands, and lock lips. Quackity feels as if he's in Heaven.
He lets Wilbur take over, relaxing under his warm touch, and they kiss for- well, who knows how long?
They break apart, panting.
"I- Oh my God. Quackity. Holy shit."
"I can't believe it either," the small man responds truthfully. "Seriously. I can't believe I've managed to get this incredibly hot man to like me back."
"You're so cute, how do you do it?" Wilbur says, beaming.
"Being around you helps."
They both blush. Quackity realises, with a jolt, that he's shirtless too.
"Should we get dressed?" he asks Wilbur.
"Oh, yeah, sure. Erm, you can go first, I'll look over here."
"Wilbur!" Quackity laughs. "We can get dressed together, you know. We're dating now! It's fine with me if it's fine with you, alright?"
Wilbur blushes and looks down.
"It's, um, it's fine with me."
"Great!"