Tw possible rape(?)
Wilbur stayed awake waiting for Quackity to wake up. Hours had gone by and Wilbur just listened to Quackity breathe. It was calming; comforting in a sense.
His thoughts haunted him. How far would Quackity have gone had he not walked in? What if he stayed at Tommy's longer? What if Fundy didn't care?
He made a mental note to keep Fundy updated on Q... He was pretty sure the fox would want to know anyway.
Quackity stirred, starting to wake up. Wilbur watched him, and waited for those beautiful mismatched eyes to open.
When they did, they looked tired and sad. They didn't light up like they did two days ago when he realized Wilbur was there.
"Good morning, Big Q," Wilbur whispered, trying to keep Quackity calm.
"Hi," Quackity inhaled deeply, something he did when Schlatt was abusing him, and Karl and Sapnap were leaving him. When he feels like it's his last chance to be close to them, he memorizes their scents and does everything in his power to match it in different rooms of his home.
"How are you feeling?" Wilbur gently rubbed Quackity's back, being overly cautious of his wings.
"I don't know..." Quackity admitted quietly.
"Would you like a warm bath? I know those help you unwind," Wilbur offered, shifting a bit so he could get up.
"That sounds nice," Quackity mumbled.
"I'll go get one started for you. You stay here and whatever you do, don't get out of bed," Wilbur went to kiss Quackity's cheek, but didn't want to push boundaries (yet).
Instead, he went and started a bath, then got up and grabbed Quackity. He took the duck back to the bathroom and started carefully undressing him. Quackity kept trying to hide his arms.
"Quackity, darling, mon amour," Wilbur took his hands. "I'm not mad at you, okay? Worried, yes. But I'm not mad. I won't look if that's what you want, but you don't have to hide it."
Quackity nodded and teared up a bit. Wilbur kissed his hair (with caution, he still doesn't want to push too many boundaries). But Quackity didn't seem to mind.
He picked up the ravenette and gently set him the tub of warm water. Instantly Wilbur could hear Quackity's tail swish the water around in happiness, though Quackity's face remained neutral.
Wilbur gently started washing him, but also made it a massage. He massaged his temples, scalp, shoulders, back, thighs, every where he knew would make Quackity feel better.
Quackity's eyes remained closed the entire time, occasionally he'd let out soft groans to show he enjoyed the free massage, but otherwise he was quiet.
Wilbur was massaging Quackity's thighs when he got an idea. He'd be pushing a lot of boundaries... But Quackity seemed to be enjoying it. So he took that as his okay.
He gently grabbed the base of Quackity's dick. Q's eyes snapped open and he stared at Wilbur, but said nothing.
To Wilbur, that's an okay to move forward. He started pumping his hand up and down Quackity's length, smiling when he saw Quackity's back arch slightly when he teased the smaller man's tip.
"You like this?" Wilbur asked softly, his hand moving faster.
Quackity didn't respond, but it wasn't a no either. Wilbur kept going, listening to Quackity's suppressed moans and quiet whines. It took him less than a minute to get hard, and not long after he came into the water.
The white substance sank below the surface, and Quackity closed his eyes again. Wilbur was aware that the entire time he did that, Q was staring at him.
Now they sat in silence, the only noise being Quackity's semi-heavy breathing as he came down from his high. Eventually he took a deep breath and looked at Wilbur again. He studied the older man's features; memorized them.
"I'm nothing but a toy to you. I thought you were different, but.... You're just like everyone else. I was stupid to believe you were the one. I believed in soulmates for too long. Maybe they are a thing... But not for me. Loving you is-" he pauses. "Was a mistake. Now you're going to leave Las Nevadas and never come back. Please, for my sake, don't come back."
Quackity's voice sounded as broken as he felt. However Wilbur noticed the hope in his eyes. He hoped that Quackity's hope was for a discussion and therefore they stay together.
"Quackity, we are soulmates," he took Quackity's hand. "I'm a dumbass, baby. I'm fucking stupid as hell. I never should've left you. You are my love. My sunshine on the darkest days. I promise I'll never do it again. And I know you don't trust my word so I'll show it. You can beat my ass. I deserve it. Knock me unconscious. I don't care what you do, I will not leave you. Under any circumstances. I will sleep in your walls if I have to, Alex, you will never be alone again. You'll be so un-alone you'll get annoyed with me. I swear. I'm not leaving again. I love you. I love you so much. I love, love, love you!"
Quackity stared at him. "Let me put underwear on... Then we'll talk."
He got out of the bath, dried off, and walked into the bedroom. He quickly got dressed in boxers and an oversized t-shirt... Then he walked into the bathroom again and decked Wilbur.
"FUCK!" Wilbur grabbed his face in pain, taking a solid minute to recover from the blow before looking back Quackity. "I deserved that."
"Damn right you did," Quackity kicked Wil's head. "And you deserved that."
He kicked him in the stomach. "You're welcome to come join me for cuddles whenever you recover. And keep your hands out of my pants until you're done being an absolute bitch."
"Yes sir-" Wilbur whined pathetically on the floor.
Quackity laughed. "Maybe you can have some of this by the end of the year."
"Quackity-" Wilbur looked up at him.
"Guess you shouldn't have abandoned me," Q flipped him off and went to lay in bed.
Wilbur smiled. Not quite how he wants it, but he's happy Quackity is giving him a second chance. He won't fuck up this time. Q will be husband. He's determined. No more major mistakes like this. He and Quackity will stay strong no matter what.
