Flings and Things {Skephalo+}

Out Of His Mind

"I guess Vegetta is another dead-end romance for Foolish. Canceling their date, as if Foolish didn't need to travel far to get here." Bad was fixing his side of the bed.

"Foolish doesn't seem bothered by it." Skeppy was at the mirror, cleaning the eyeliner away from his eyes so he didn't stain the pillows again.

"No, he's been coping by flirting with you." Bad slipped into the freshly made bed.

"Yeah...I noticed that." Skeppy threw away the cotton pad he was using and slipped into bed with his lover. "I'm sorry, I hope you know I wasn't trying to entertain it. It was just awkward."

"No, it's not your fault darling." Bad kissed him on the lips. "You're just very beautiful. You can't help it."

"Should I put a paper bag over my head then?" Skeppy tilted his head.

"No, he'd just look at your abs instead."

"Okay– I am not that strong."

"You kind of are. You should keep working out so I can have a big muscly boyfriend."

Skeppy grinned and started laughing. "Hold on, you want a big muscly boyfriend? Like Foolish? He's tall and muscular."

"Noo!" Bad whined. "I want you to be a big muscly boyfriend."

"Im not good enough?"

"Of course you are!" Bad huffed. "Stop putting words in my mouth. You're perfect...when you're not being annoying."

"Annoying?!" Skeppy squeaked. "Okay. That's it. I'm going to sleep with Foolish."

Bad laughed and dragged Skeppy over until he was in an embrace. "Come here you muffinhead. "You're my handsome annoying boyfriend. I love you."

"Prove it." Skeppy furrowed his brows and pouted his lips.

"Come here." Bad put his hand on the back of Skeppy's head and pushed it forward until their lips were pressed together.

It didn't take long for the light kissing to elevate to their maximum capacity. With Skeppy whining and Bad turned bright red, pinning Skeppy to the bed with his kisses.

Foolish obliviously opened the door to ask for something, jumping when he saw the two in a situation he never would of guessed. "Oh shit! Sorry!"

Bad was the first to startle and sit up, covering his face. "Foolish! Knock!"

Skeppy turned his head to the side, covering his face with his arm. He laughed in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry! I thought you two didn't have sex!"

"We're just kissing!" Bad yelped.

"That looks like foreplay to me."

"Shut up." Bad huffed, it turned into a whine. He was so ashamed. He felt like he deserved to be dead for doing such a shameful thing. Although, what he was doing was natural and not something really worth dying for.

"I'm sorry..." Foolish leaned on the door. "Uh...I was going to ask if it's okay for me to take a shower?"

"Y-yes. Why wouldn't it be?" Bad got off the bed, still hiding his face. "Towels are in the hall closet."

"Thanks..." Foolish was forcing himself not to grin or say something inappropriate. "You two are cute."

"Shut up." Bad pushed Foolish out of the door and shut the door, leaving Skeppy confused in the room. "What the heck are you trying?"

"What?" Foolish put his hands on his hips.

"We aren't Charlie and Mariana. You can't just flirt with us and barge into our room during an intimate moment."

"I am not doing anything, you're crazy!" Foolish was shocked that they caught on so fast. "I didn't know you two were getting it on in there."

"Oh my gosh!" Bad growled. "Take your shower, go to bed and leave us alone! Vegetta would be sad if he knew how you were going after everyone you see."

Foolish got more serious in his expression. "Vegetta doesn't care because Vegetta doesn't want me."

"What?" Bad stopped his aggression and tilted his head in sympathy at Foolish's tone.

"He's really sweet, you know." Foolish shrugged. "He's trans, that's why he'd friends with Charlie and Mariana. Trans people tend to stick together, easier and safer that way. I assured him it doesn't matter to me...but he told me that he doesn't want a serious relationship with someone who isn't trans. He wants someone who can understand him better."

Bad stared, not expecting all that to come out. "Oh...well it's not like you're against trans people. So, why couldn't it work?"

"Just because I support trans people does not mean I understand them." Foolish shrugged. "And with all the violence and crap I don't blame him for preferring to keep serious relationships with others like him. We're still cool though...he said he'd still be down for like– a hookup. But I don't want to do that kind of thing anymore..."

"So, you haven't slept with him?" Bad asked curiously.

"No...I'm getting kind of sick of the meaningless intimacy. I want someone I can make love to, and actually love."

Bad squinted. "Who are you? Because you don't sound like Foolish."

"Oh shut up, motherfucker. Shit has happened, I've changed."

"Then why are you poking your nose into my relationship?" Bad crossed his arms.

Foolish hummed and looked down at the floor. "I...well I can tell you it's not just lust. I think it's jealousy."

"What?"

"I want what you two have...the love, the dedication. Something not being held together by sex."

"Foolish, you can find a partner to love like that. You do not need to stick your nose– or anything else for that matter into my boyfriend."

"Woah!" Foolish started to laugh out of surprise. "Why do you think I only want Skeppy?"

Bad's face went blank.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'd love to kiss the both of you."

Bad stuttered. "I-uh...go take your shower." Bad couldn't even look at him. He turned and went back into the bedroom.

Skeppy was still on the bed, staring at the door until he looked at Bad. "What was that about?"

"Foolish is being inappropriate." Bad sat on the bed, fully frustrated. "I think he misses his three-way relationship."

"Oh, ew." Skeppy cringed. "He wants to have sex with us?"

"L-language." Bad laid down and pulled up the blanket. "He's lost his mind, I hope he finds it by morning.

"Right..." Skeppy cuddled up with Bad. "He didn't say anything nasty to you, did he?"

"Not really..." Bad got comfortable with Skeppy wrapped around him like a human blanket. "He might be messing with me, I don't know. Let's just go to sleep."

"Okay...let me know if you're uncomfortable with him. I'll put him in his place."

"I will." Bad closed his eyes. He tried to ignore the butterflies festering in his stomach and crawling throughout his whole body. They weren't just for Skeppy anymore, some of the butterflies answered to Foolish.