Quackbur Oneshots :D

Drinked

Wilbur Centered, Third-Person POV~~~

How Wilbur convinced Quackity himself to sit down and have a drink with him, he have no clue, but here he is, sitting right next to Wilbur. Right. Next. To. Him.

"Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Wilburrr," Quackity slurred, leaning onto Wilbur's shoulder, causing the man in question to blush. Because of the alcohol though, definitely not because Alex fucking Quackity was leaning on him, Wilbur's, shoulder with his face pressed into his neck. Definitely not.

He took in a shakey breath. "Y-yes Big Q...?"

He shouldn't be this nervous. He shouldn't be this flustered. He shouldn't feel himself almost leaning into Quackity's touch more. Wanting more. Feeling more of him- Wilbur stopped his thoughts with an abrupt grab of his drink, taking a quick gulp.

Quackity let out a giggle, his hot breath fanning over Wilbur's neck.

"You're pretty hot, y'know that?"

Quackity rested a hand on Wilbur's thigh. Wilbur could feel the smile of Quackity's face as he moved the hand higher on Wilbur's body. Up his thigh.

Fuck, his face felt like it was on fire.

This is bad, but good, but bad. Don't get him wrong, Wilbur did like Quackity, he came to that realization about a month ago over a shared cigarette brake, but he knew that Quackity probably didn't like him in such a way. He knew that Quackity would never do this if he was sober.

As much as Wilbur liked it (lets be honest, he fucking loved it), he had to put an end to it before this escalated to something Quackity probably didn't want.

So he stopped it.

"Quackity. Stop." He gave a slightly louder than normal whisper.

Quackity just giggled in response. "Nuh uh." He giggled more, his hand giving a slight squeeze to Wilbur's thigh.

Wilbur took in a breath, leaning his head back on the booth that they were sitting at. Quackity grazed his lips up Wilbur's neck.

"Fuck" he lightly breathed out. "Quackity... Please stop..."

He felt his chest get tight and tears prick his eyes. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he let drunk Quackity do anything that sober Quackity wouldn't do. What if this is all faked? What if this is just a way for Quackity to get closer to him just to break it all down? What if Quackity hated him?

As he felt the tears threaten to spill over, he pushed Quackity off. Quackity immediately slumped back, hitting his head on the wall, hard. 

"Fuck! Quackity! Are you okay?" He asked worriedly, leaning over him. He could see the tears pricking Quackity's eyes as he grabbed onto the table to help himself up.

Quackity looked dazed as he sat up. Wilbur couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol or the possible concussion that Quackity may have gotten.

He leaned forward onto Wilbur, this time his forehead gently resting onto the front of Wilbur's shoulder. Wilbur carefully wrapped his arms around Quackity as he sniffled quietly.

Quackity gave a stuttery sigh. "U-um...Wilbur? C-can we g-go home? I-I don't feel that...um... g-good...?"

"Quackity, what do you mean by that? Like nauseous...or dizzy...?"

"I d-dont know... Just i-icky...", he responded in a whisper.

"Um. I- well- Q- do you want me to take you to my place or yours?"

"..."

"Alex...?"

"Hm?" He sniffled a little.

"I asked if you wanted to go to my home or yours?" Wilbur asked in a gentle tone.

"I don't care..." Quackity whispered, burying his head further into Wilbur.

"Okay, we'll go to your place then."

Quackity just sighed in response.

Wilbur didn't really want to move, and neither did Quackity, but he knew that they had to get home- to Quackity's home. Not Wilbur and Quackity's home, just Quackity's, not Wilbur's. He wishes it was the two of them, but it's not...yet... .

Wilbur slightly pulled back from the kinda embrace that him and Quackity were sharing. Quackity leaned up slightly, looking down, tears still trickling slowly out of his eyes.

Wilbur put a hand to Quackity's cheek gently, making the man in question look up at Wilbur. Wilbur gave him a small smile.

"Let's get you home," he said, gesturing with his head towards the door, through the crowd of people probably drunk off their asses also leaving the bar.

Quackity gave a small nod, Wilbur wiping a tear from Quackity's cheek. Wilbur removed his hand from Quackity's face and moved out of the booth they were sitting at. Quackity slid out of the booth after him, hesitatanetly standing up with a wobble. Quackity quickly slumped back against the booth's backing.

"W-will... I-I can't..." Quackity said quietly, voice trembling and breathing quickening. Quackity slid back onto the seat of the booth, his hands gripping his knees.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. It's alright Q." Wilbur said, dropping to his knees infront of Quackity. Wilbur put his hands on Quackity's hands.

"I just- I can't do it... I'm so dizzy..."

"Okay, okay. So... Do you... maybe want me to carry you..?"

Quackity looked up at Wilbur. They locked eyes for a few seconds, the moment passing too fast for Wilbur's liking before Quackity glanced down, then looking away. Quackity bit his lip, nodding. Wilbur gave a slight smile.

Wilbur gently picked Quackity up, bridal style, following the stragglers leaving the bar.

The cold air brushed gently against his face as he carried Quackity out of the bar. He felt the ravenette burry his face into Wilbur's chest as he shivered lightly.

A/N: May actually finish this later, may not, kinda lost some interest ehhhhh...