Wilbur's dirty secrets-Quackbur

Chapter 4- Old habits

Quackity unlocked his front door being instantly met by the warmth that gushed from the fireplace. 'Slime must have swung by and lit the fire,' Quackity thought to himself. He took off his coat and threw it over the armchair by the door. The front room was small. It had a fireplace in one corner with a brown armchair and couch in front of it and atop the fireplace was a photo containing the inhabitants of El rapids, his previous home. Quackity smiled at the photo above the fireplace as he moved to a small cupboard in the hallway leading to his kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. The small oak cottage was enough to contain one person and maybe a partner but in this case preferably not a partner. He opened the cupboard to the smell of freshly pressed sheets with a slight lavender scent. He picked a few sheets and blankets and turned to Wilbur. Wilbur ran his fingers along the back of the couch studying the room . "Oi" Quackity voiced in an attempt to catch Wilbur's attention. "Catch" Quackity threw him the blankets and the sheets and pointed at the couch. Wilbur caught them with a confused look plastered to his face. "Goodnight then" Quackity grinned, Turning and trotting down the hallway. 

Quackity peeled his suspenders from his shoulders and unbuttoned his crinkled crisp white shirt, throwing it onto the end of his bed. His soft tender untouched skin met with the warm air causing his body to shake in delight. A shadow loomed over him as a long cold slender finger traced down his spine. He turned around in shock, meeting eyes with the owner of the unwelcome hands. If you looked into this man's eyes you could see a dark brown forest. Not a boring one though. One that made you feel curious, one what compelled you to search deeper into it. Q was at a loss of words. Wilbur's hands trailed across the man's stressed shoulders making his way to Quackity's plump cheeks. He leant down and connected their lips. The tall man's soft and smooth lips started to glide along the smaller man's rough unchapped lips. The sudden shock of the kiss had left Q in a state. His hands moved slowly to Wilbur's hips . Wilbur took this as an invitation and moved his hands to the smaller man's hips. He deepened the kiss tracing Q's lips with his tongue. Q half opened his eyes, in desire to study Wilbur's face. Q flushed a dark pink. His hands moved to play with Wilbur's curly, ratty hair. Wilbur looked so relaxed into the kiss. Why did Q not feel relaxed? Guilt? He still had two fiancée's whether he liked it or not. He pulled away, taking a step backwards. Wilbur looked shocked and possibly a little hurt. Quackity stepped in to give him a quick rough kiss to the forehead before pushing Wilbur out the door and sinking to the floor. He curled up in front of the poorly painted sage green door, his heart still racing. He gripped his hair and shook his head. "Shit" he murmured. These old habits were not ones to fall back into. He had been before and everything ends in heartbreak if Wilbur's involved. His mind swarmed with previous emotions and thoughts about the man but the overbearing thought was Wilbur's body, his soft abs and scars across his chest. The sweat that dripped from his unwashed hair which was possibly a result of the fireplace making the house so hot. He wanted Wilbur so much but he knew he shouldn't feel this way. Whether he was still getting married or not he was still engaged.