SMG4 Oneshots

03. The TikTok Challenge (Behind The Scenes)

"Mario, wh- why the HELL are you making US do this stupid TikTok challenge!?" SMG3 angrily asked him as Mario positioned both him and SMG4 opposite each other in their chairs. "I don't even like him! I HATE HIM!" He stamped his feet hard against the floor.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Mario doesn't give a shit." Mario waved him off dismissively. "It's for TikTok, so give it your best shot!" He flashed both of them an all-knowing grin.

"Why couldn't you have asked, uhh... willing participants, like- like Meggy and Tari?" SMG4 asked, still desperate to get through to Mario's stupid head. "SMG3 and I hate each other! I'm pretty sure those ladies have chemistry!"

"Mario thinks you have chemistry. He recalls something very exciting involving an igloo." Mario squinted at SMG4 first, then at SMG3.

SMG3's face went red within moments and he gasped as though that statement physically winded him. SMG4 only looked away wordlessly, though he couldn't hide the fact he was also blushing. Unfortunately, Mario wasn't wrong...

"You're never gonna let us live that down, are you?" SMG4's voice was quiet. "It- It wasn't my fault that starvation made me delirious near the end! And he-"

"Oh my fucking god, can you SHUT UP?!" SMG3 snapped, growing very flustered. Had he not been restrained in these chains, he'd have slapped SMG4 across the face. "It's OVER, man! Stop being gay about it!"

"I- I'M NOT GAY!" SMG4 snapped back defensively.

"Good chemistry going on here." Mario rolled his eyes, busying himself by staring at the sheet of loose leaf paper he brought. "Alright, fellas, are you ready to try this?"

SMG3 and SMG4 exchanged hesitant glances. SMG3's face was still red, though SMG4 was struggling to read into how he was genuinely feeling about this. Was SMG3's face red because of what he just had to say about the igloo, or was it something else?

"It's not like we have a say in this..." SMG4 furrowed his brows, defeated.

"Okie-dokie!" Mario smiled again, though both Meme Guardians knew there was still some intent behind it. "Let's-a go!"

Mario raised the sheet of paper up above their heads and in-between them. SMG3 firmly placed his feet against the ground and leaned in slightly. He was determined to meet the paper at the middle. Before SMG4 could do the same, Mario dropped the paper from his hand, leaving him completely unprepared. As SMG3 lunged forward, the weight of the rest of his body against the chair kept pulling him backward, not granting him enough momentum as he had hoped for. Panicking, he pushed himself forward with a foot, but by the time he was fast approaching, the paper had already passed by their lips...

The little amount of time SMG4 had to react and lean in was just enough for SMG3's lips to smush against his, and it was perfectly.

SMG3's eyes widened, and his face was redder than the color itself. SMG4 did the exact opposite and closed his, whimpering at the contact of the other man's lips. Oh, god, why did they feel so soft? 

Because SMG3 pretty much went in with his whole body, the weight of his chair, as well as all the chains he was wrapped in, were adding too much weight on him to handle. His lips pressed harder onto SMG4's and it was his turn to start whimpering in a mixture of terror and utter embarrassment. Given that his hands were tightly bound to his body, he couldn't use them to support all the weight pushing him down so he had nowhere else to go than to start leaning against SMG4.

Their lips fit together like a puzzle. SMG4 felt like he was going to go into cardiac arrest and SMG3 wanted to disappear off the face of the Earth forever. SMG3's lips were velvety soft and SMG4 could taste chapstick on them. He wanted to faint.