Random OneShots

Tickling

By: Clumsyghost on Livejournal

Sheldon x Leonard

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"That's odd," Sheldon announced, brow furrowing as he stared at his computer screen. It was yet another Saturday night, and the physicist and his roommate turn partner were curled up on Leonard's bed, each absorbed with their own devices.

"What's that?" Leonard replied vaguely. His fingers hovered over his own laptop's keyboard, waiting patiently. After some unidentifiable sign from the screen, he sprung into action, digits rapidly tapping the keys. The ensuing sound of gunfire and spellcasting was strangely muted; Sheldon always insisted that Leonard keep his gameplay volume turned down when they were on the bed. Leonard's room, Sheldon's rules. Always.

"According to this website, some people consider tickling a form of sexual foreplay, and the act of tickling lends itself to be a bonding mechanism."

It only took one keystroke to pause the game, but it took Leonard longer to process Sheldon's reply and its implication.

"Sheldon... what exactly prompted you to uncover that kind of... research?" Leonard inquired, leaning over to check out his roommate's screen.

"Your question is irrelevant to the matter. I hardly see how this is a valid hypothesis," Sheldon shot back indignantly. "I was held against my will and tickled until my ribs were sore and my lungs gasping for air numerous times during my childhood. Lack of oxygen isn't arousing!"

"Aww, I'm sorry buddy. But look, what you experienced was relentless tickling, which isn't what they are referring to," Leonard explained, setting his laptop on the nightstand beside his bed.

"I wasn't..." Sheldon started to reply, but paused as Leonard rolled over and straddled his hips. With a twitch, Sheldon gripped his laptop tighter and momentarily entertained the idea of using the machine as a defensive tactic. "I wasn't aware that there were different stages of gargalesis."

"Yup," was Leonard's only vocal response, his hands maneuvering around Sheldon's laptop and sliding underneath his friend's nightshirt. Leonard was quite aware of Sheldon's ticklish areas, but was in no hurry to reach them. Instead, his fingertips glided over pale skin, lightly brushing against Sheldon. Intrigued, Sheldon set his laptop down, watching Leonard's fingers roam over his exposed abdomen. The taller physicist was hardly an expert on bodily contact, but this touching was so different from the heat-induced caresses he had grown accustomed to. It was a pleasant sensation, not unlike the feeling he experienced when Leonard held his hand.

Any niceties Sheldon was thinking were destroyed as Leonard's hands suddenly ventured upwards, pressing against Sheldon's ribs and scritching back and forth. With an undignified squeal, Sheldon attempted to squirm out of Leonard's grasp, managing to dump his partner in the floor with a loud thump. Instinctively curling up to protect his vulnerable areas, Sheldon huffed crossly into a pillow.

Laughing, Leonard gamely climbed back on the bed, seeking out a second ticklish area: Sheldon's knees. As his friend jerked in surprise underneath him, Leonard changed tactics, returning to his first target. Sheldon had tried to protect himself, but he hadn't pulled his shirt down.

"L-Leonard! Stop it! This isn't...aha!..ugh...h-humorous!" Sheldon gasped out. Leonard immediately ceased his actions and leaned down, capturing Sheldon's lips against his own.

"W-what was that for?" Sheldon asked as they broke for air. Blue eyes scrutinized his partner's face, seeking an explanation and understanding as usual.

"For being nice and willing to participate in the experiment," Leonard smiled.

"Interesting. I should point out that the data is inconclusive at the moment..." Sheldon murmured. Leonard raised a brow then yelped as Sheldon reversed their positions, the feeling of Sheldon's clammy digits brushing against sensitive areas.

"Ack! Sheldon! Ahehehe...Noooo!"

"Victory will be mine! Surrender, puny mortal!"