Safety Net ~ TntDuo

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Although Wil closed his eyes, he didn’t fall asleep for hours. Quackity's wings were hot as hell, like almost as hot as Q was, so he was just sitting there, sweating. 

Of course Wil didn't mind the wings wrapping him. He wanted to keep kissing and rubbing them like earlier but Q was asleep and he didn't want to do anything that would make him uncomfortable. 

After Wil had finally fallen asleep, he was in an entire other fucking dimension, nothing could wake him up now, not even Quackity. It was almost noon, Slimecicle, who was hella confused but didn’t ask questions, had brought Q's favorite breakfast. Quack quickly asked Slime to bring another tray of food with the same steak and eggs, and kicked him out. 

No matter what Quackity did, Wilbur would not fucking wake up, he tried yelling and blowing in his ears and splashing water on him, but nothing woke this motherfucker up. He was still just sleeping, looking straight outta the gates of heaven how angelic he looked, and absolutely refused to move Wil. 

Secretly, Q loved it, he got to take in Wilbur's scent, and cigarettes were really starting to grow on him. He got to hear and see Wilbur's cuteness too, how he would unconsciously hum in his sleep, or reach up to fix the glasses that weren't there. Only bad part was Wil was way fucking taller than him, he couldn't really see anything but Wilbur, but this simp was starting to like it so whatever.

He was also dreading having to say goodbye to Wil, he realized how mean he might have looked earlier and wanted to make things right before he went home. If he went home, that was. Quack could get him a pretty and luxury suite in his motel, and he could live there and visit Quack everyday. 

Oh shit, that was kind of a gay thought, and now Quackity was fantasizing about spending everyday with Wilbur. Did he like Wil that way? No, he hated that fucker! But then again, there was that fucker, sleeping on his lap. Shit man, this duckling got himself a crush, and if he played his cards right, a boyfriend.

But back to the now very gay matter at hand, getting Wil to stay here with him. If Q just asked Wil to stay in Las Nevadas, he would definitely refuse, no matter how much he begged, stole, borrowed or bartered.

Wilbur needed a reason to stay, with cited sources and space for his signature. And Q wasn’t just gonna admit he liked Wil, what if he didn’t like him back? His reputation would disappear right before his very eyes. No, he was going to be 116% sure Wilbur liked him before he even thought about confessing. 

Now there was one other option, at least for Quackity, and as much as he would end up hating his decision, right now it seemed like his only choice, he was desperate for any love he could get.

He would ask Wilbur if he wanted to be part of Las Nevadas’ government. Wil wouldn't accept Vice President, he learned that the depressing way, and anything lower was just off the poker table. 

The only option was Co-President, because, I mean, Quackity owned the country, so Wil couldn’t be the only president. Now this was a hella risky decision blinded by love, but he would figure it out later. 

Right now was action time.

And conveniently, Wil had started to wake up finally. “Mi amor, you’re awake,” Oh fuck, was that too obvious? It just came out like word vomit, that nickname, the one he had used for the betrayer of barely a man, Karl.

Q took a deep breath, he didn’t have to think about him right now, he didn’t want to think about him right now, there was a better man to talk to right now. He would just play it off, casual as ever, and pray Wil doesn’t say anything. 

And say nothing was what Wil did, but even being in his half-asleep state didn’t stop him from blushing. “Wil, it’s time to get up.” Quack spread his wings out, the cold outside world successfully waking Wil up. Quack hugged Wilbur’s waist, it was casual and subtle, he could play it off as trying to move Wilbur off him if he thought it was weird. 

Wilbur grabbed his hands. Quackity let him. Wilbur rubbed his thumb against Q’s hand, he stopped for a second, a tiny detail Quackity would only notice at times like these.

Quack lifted his hand, the one Wil wasn’t rubbing and started some improv romance, Q did some figure-eight kind of motion and Q’s cheeks and across his nose, then tracing his jawline and the slight stubble of a beard he had, before settling on tracing Wilbur’s lips.

“I’m sorry,” Quack whispered. 

“For what?”

“For last night”

“Oh.. why?”

“I don’t know, I was just being mean and shit,” Quackity sighed, resting his hands at his side. This was a lot less nerve-wracking than he thought, he didn’t have to look Wilbur in the eyes or see his reaction to his words.

"Don't worry about it, I know it was just for the bit. And, to tell you a secret…" Wilbur turned slightly to whisper in Quack's ear, "I liked it." 

"Oh… okay" Y'all remember when Wilbur was having his gay malfunction a couple days ago? Yeah, it was Quack's turn. At least he wasn't fully broken like Wil was, he could still sort-of exist right now, and make comprehensible sentences. 

"I have food for you," Quack grabbed the tray with a breakfast plate, toast basket, wine glass and bottle Slimecicle left next to him and put it on Wil’s lap. "Do you wanna eat here or on my desk?" 

Wilbur smiled, picked up the tray and carefully moved so he was sitting against the couch's armrest, legs still on Quack's lap. "Right here is perfect, Duckling."

"So.. h-how did you sleep?" Now that Quack could see Wilbur, and Wilbur could see him, it was becoming increadly fucking difficult to act normal.

"Amazing, ducky. And it was all because of you, your wings are so soft." Wilbur took a small bite of steak and then thought of an amazing idea. Wil had woken up in a needy mood, and one handsome Mexican duck was sitting right there to fulfill his need. 

"Duckling, could you feed this to me?" How Wilbur kept a straight face saying that, that world may never know. 

Quackity was about to refuse, yes he would absolutely love to do something in return for everything Wilbur had done for him in the past few days. But what if he spilled something or a worker walked in or somehow messed something else up? 

But then he remembered the goal at hand, getting Wilbur to accept co-presidency, and decided to do what he was asked. After many glasses of wine, shaky hands and blushes from both parties, Quackity finally got the courage to ask his question. 

"Wilbur, mi amor, how would you feel about being co-president of Las Nevadas?" 

A/N~ omg hey guyss, I am back! Ive just been hella busy and unmotivated recently because strict parents, mental illness and school lmao. Anyways thank u alls for over 1k reads! My tiny brain cannot comprehend that many people ngl. I hope yalls have a good day and make sure to get your daily recommended dose of the gay :)