𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 ↱ ᶜʰⁱˢᶜᵃʳᵃ

𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

"Uhh.. I have nothing" Scaramouche said as he closed his fridge and sighed. "I'mma go shopping" he then said.

"I'M COMING!" Tartaglia said, jumping off his seat. "Never missing a single cart ride" he then said, grinning.

"You're a 20 years old 182 cm man" Scaramouche said. "Will you ever grow up?" he then asked.

"Nope!" Tartaglia said. "When are we going???" he then asked, excitedly.

"After I finish changing into my clothes" Scaramouche said as he left to his room. It took him a few minutes to change and then come out. "Let's go" he said as he started walking out of the house.

Tartaglia followed him from behind and locked up Scaramouche's house's door for him. He then rushed up to the shorter man and grabbed his hand. "Are we driving or walking there?" he asked.

"None, you came by your motorcycle right? Let's go with that" Scaramouche said.

"I only have one helmet though.." Tartaglia replied.

"Ah" Scaramouche said. "Lemme go check in the basement real quick, I think I have one" he then said before rushing back in his house. He then came back with a helmet and put it on. "I'm ready" he said.

Tartaglia took a seat and waited for Scaramouche to hug him. He pulled for his arms to wrap them around his own waist. "Don't let go" he said. "Hold on tightly, okay?" he then asked.

"Mhm" Scaramouche simply hummed in respond as he wrapped his arms around Tartaglia's waist and laid his head against his back. "I'm ready" he then said.

"Okay!!" Tartaglia said as he started driving his way to the nearest store, with Scara clinging onto him. He tried to remain focus but he felt Scaramouche's hand slide under his shirt, which made him flush red.

"You're so warm.." Scaramouche mumbled.

"Huh??" Tartaglia said out loud, not hearing what Scaramouche just mumbled, the sound of the motorcycle driving not helping.

"I didn't say anything important!" Scaramouche yelled back. "I was talking to myself!" he then said out loud.

"Oh okay!" Tartaglia said as he started driving faster, skipping a red light.

"Hey slow down you idiot!" Scaramouche yelled.

"Nope" Tartaglia said as he went on faster, which caused Scaramouche to hold onto him faster. They got to the store and the ginger parked his motorcycle.

"I'll kill you" Scaramouche said as he glared at the ginger.

"Make sure to not get caught committing murder" Tartaglia said as he took off his helmet.

"You're unbelievable..." Scaramouche grumbled as he struggled taking his helmet off. "Jackass, help me" he said.

Tartaglia opened the clips and then took Scaramouche's helmet off. He pushed his front hair back and kissed his forehead. "There" he said as he smiled, his dimples showing.

"Thank you..." Scaramouche mumbled, blushing slightly as he put down his helmet, beside Tartaglia's. They got in the store and Scaramouche picked a cart and Tartaglia immediately jumped in it, ready to get a ride.

"This is gonna be fun" the ginger man said excitedly.

"You're so childish" Scaramouche said as he sighed and pushed the cart. He walked around and took some ingredients and gave them to Tartaglia, so he could hold them for him, since he was taking all the space in the cart from sitting in it. "Last time you did that, we got kicked out of the store"

"Worth the risk" Tartaglia said. "It's super fun" he said as he sat tried to find a comfortable position to sit. He curled himself and put the ingredients that Scaramouche was giving him, in front of him. "Take some ice cream too" he said.

Scaramouche sighed and pushed the cart to the ice cream section. "What flavor?" he asked as he looked around.

"Triple, chocolate, vanilla and strawberry" Tartaglia said. "That" he said as he pointed at the ice cream he wanted.

"Mkay" Scaramouche said as he took the ice cream out and put it between Tartaglia's thighs.

"Ah—" Taraglia said, moaning softly, at the new cold feeling. "You're so mean.." he then mumbled, flustered.

"That noise you made was worth it though" Scaramouche said, as he smirked.

"What did you say?" Tartaglia asked, his eyes widening.

"Nothing" Scaramouche said innocently. He then pushed the cart rapidly and almost hit a shelf, but stopped it on time.

"Hey slow down a little—" Tartaglia said, gripping onto the cart.

"Why should I? You didn't when I asked you to" Scaramouche said. This was payback. He kept on going fast all over the store, which made the ginger a little dizzy. Once they reached the cashier, Tartaglia got out of the cart and shook his head, snapping back to reality after having his head hurting from the fast cart ride.

"How much is it? I'll pay" Tartaglia said, pulling his wallet out.

"No I'll pay" Scaramouche replied, pushing Tartaglia's wallet back in his pocket.

"I said I'll pay" Tartaglia replied. "Shut up and listen" he then said as he kissed the shorter man's cheek and smiled, his dimples showing. He definitely knew Scaramouche's weakness...

"Fuck you" Scaramouche mumbled as he crossed his arms. He watched the ginger pay for everything then pick up the bags. He carried them to his motorcycle and put it in the motorcycle's trunk. "I don't think they'll fit in—" he said but then saw the ginger close the trunk with ease. "Nevermind" he said. He sigehd and took his helmet. "Please don't drive fast again" he then said.

"Awe, okay" Tartaglia said. "It's cute to have you clinging on me tightly though" he then said, putting his helmet on. He hopped on the motorcycle and waiting for Scaramouche to sit down behind him. As soon as the shorter man wrapped his arms around his waist, he started driving, but a decent speed, not going too fast as he promised. "This good??" he asked. "Or can I go faster?" he then asked, smirking.

"Don't you dare" Scaramouche replied coldly as he hugged the ginger more tightly.

"Okay I won't" Tartaglia replied as he chuckled.