"That's an actual ship?" Apparently. Once I discovered it I thought it was odd, but new?
No actual smut but sexual tension.
It was supposed to be a fun week for everyone! The whole DreamSMP crew was at a vacation, Dream paid for it all!
It was a shit day for Wilbur though, first he fell on fucking mud. Then, Tommy spilt juice on him by accident.
Finally, when they were settled for their rooms... Wilbur got someone he barely knew! At least it wasn't anyone weird, it was BadBoyHalo. He was one of the nicest people in the DreamSMP, arguably the actual nicest.
But Wilbur was planning on sharing with Tommy, or Phil, or someone he actually talked to! Whatever, it's not like anything else can possibly go wrong. The brunette thought. The rooms had one room that shared the kitchen and lounge. Then another room that had a TV and a huge bed. Wilbur knew Bad wouldn't argue with him, Bad seemed rather frightened of the other. Probably because of his height, 94 the way he speaks.
Either way, Bad wouldn't argue. Wilbur could be a bitch and just simply take the room without asking, or ask him if he can... he'd probably say yes, or be nice today in hope for something return and let Bad have it. He was hesitant, but he chose the last one. He really wanted some luck.
"Here, you can have the private room." Wilbur offered. The shorter's face lightened up, "Really- wow! Thank you, if it was Quackity we would've been arguing for the whole week." He joked. Wilbur smiled at the other brunette. Bad quickly ran inside the room and shut the door. Wilbur shrugged.
He went to his own bed and replaced the hotel's blanket with his own, his blanket was gray and fluffy. It was 9 P.M. and he was tired as fuck, so he browsed through his phone a bit after settling in. Laying in his bed, he saw a tweet that Tommy posted.
TommyInnit
please honey calm down
He chuckled a little, then continued scrolling. Whilst he was, he heard something from Bad's room. It wasn't the sound of TV, but he wanted to mind his own business. He shaked it off and continued to play on his phone, he switched to TikTok.. the tall brunette then heard another noise, it sounded like a muffled moan.
Okay, maybe he was nosy.
Wilbur got up and put his head near Bad's room door, "M-mgh!" He heard from the room. "The innocent boy?" Wilbur mumbled to himself. He sat down near the door, listening still. "Please- please!" He said again, not minding his volume. He probably thought Wilbur was asleep.
Then Wilbur heard something that really caught his attention.
"W-Wilbur!"
Oh?
Wilbur stood up, he was still near the door. He was hesitant to open the door, that was invading Bad's privacy.
But the small brunette did moan Wilbur's name. So technically, he could.. right?
Wilbur opened the door slightly and quietly. He saw Bad on the bed, grinding against a pillow helplessly. Wilbur would be lying if he said he didn't feel a little horny by the sight.
He closed the door silently and ran back to his bed, oh what was he suppose to do with that information? Jack off he supposes?
