I have decided I will start taking requests. I wasn't going to do this, but I'm running out of ideas. So here's where you can comment requests, or DM me. ~A.King
"Why the fuck are you here?" Quackity spoke through gritted teeth.
"None of your business, ducky," Wilbur's tone was sweet and flirty. Quackity hated it on the outside, but deep down, he knew he really didn't mind.
"You're in my country. It's my business. What the fuck do you want?" he spoke lowly, stepping closer to Wilbur.
Wilbur smirked. "If you must know, I'm getting new lingerie for myself. But Paradise doesn't have any shops. So, may I proceed?"
Quackity stuttered over his words for a moment, backing off. He didn't notice his cheeks go red, but Wilbur sure as hell did.
"Aww, duckyyyyy," Wilbur stepped forward this time. "Do you like the thought of me in lingerie? Do you think I'd look hot?"
Quackity pushed Wilbur's chest, shoving the taller away. "No! Fuck off! Get your shit and get out."
"As you wish, sir," he messed up Quackity's hair and beanie as he walked past him, hoping to get a reaction, but stopped and glanced over his shoulder when Quackity did nothing.
Quackity stood stiff as a board. His mind was all over the place, but the only thing he understood clearly was the fact that that name did something to him. And he liked it. And his body showed it. He looked down at his quickly hardening dick and walked in the opposite direction of Wilbur so as not to run into him before he took care of his issue.
Wilbur smirked again as he watched Quackity's panicked walk. He didn't know fully what was going on with the man, but he hoped it was his fault. He walked into a summer store because he was getting a bathing suit for a beach party. He only said he was getting lingerie to see Quackity's reaction, and he'd say he's happy with the result.
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Quackity followed Wilbur back to Paradise. He couldn't see what was in the singular bag that the taller man carried, but he really wanted to see Wilbur in lingerie. He couldn't get his mind off of it since the end of their earlier conversation.
Wilbur walked with confidence, knowing he was being followed and also knowing exactly who was following him. He went to his van and covered all the windows so he could change.
Quackity huffed and stood behind a tree, debating whether or not he should leave. It's not like he was going to see anything. But just as he was about to walk away, the van doors opened and Wilbur stepped in colorful shorts that looked like a bathing suit, and a random yellow T-shirt. Quackity was intrigued and decided to keep following him.
They walked back to Las Nevadas, but went to the beach that no one seemed to ever notice. There, they ran into a bunch of Quackity's regulars from varying places of his country. How the fuck did he not know about this? And why were so many of them being all buddy-buddy with Wilbur?
Speaking of Wilbur, Quackity couldn't see him anymore from his hiding spot. He silently cursed himself, but kept looking for him.
"Looking for someone, are you?" a voice scared Quackity.
He jumped and turned around to see a shirtless Wilbur, dripping wet, standing in front of him.
"No," Quackity crossed his arms. "I was just trying to figure out who organized this."
"Slime did," Wilbur smirked. "Did he not tell you?"
Quackity suddenly felt hurt. His own best friend threw a party and didn't even invite him. Or mention it to him in any way. He hid it. Slime hid this from him. The pain flickered on his face but he masked it quickly.
