Flings and Things {Skephalo+}

Relationship Revelations

"You two getting married anytime soon?" Asked his mother while sitting down for dinner.

"I knew this was gonna happen." Skeppy rolled his eyes playfully. "When you and dad can afford us a really fancy royal wedding, we'll get married."

His mom smiled. "Of course."

"Don't be ridiculous, Skeppy. I'll marry you anywhere." Bad remarked.

Skeppy put a hand over his chest. "Don't do that–"

"What?"

"You're too cute!"

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Skeppy jumped onto the bed and immediately laid on top of Bad. "Finally, bedtime."

"Gah! Skeppy! Careful!" Bad huffed. "You could've crushed me to smithereens."

"Smithereens." Skeppy mocked him, tucking his face near Bad's neck. "I'm craving a smoke..."

Bad pushed him off gently. "You've been doing well with not smoking though."

"Mn, kind of." Skeppy stretched out. "I haven't been smoking as much..."

"I know you find comfort in smoking but...maybe you could just quit. Since you've already been cutting back."

Skeppy gave an irritated look, like a teen being scolded by a parent. "It's not that big of a deal. I mean...I have a shortened lifespan anyway. I am going to enjoy this stupid meat sack while I've got it."

"Meat sack–" Bad laughed. "You are so weird."

Skeppy rolled back onto Bad. "You love me~"

Bad wheezed as the air left his lungs. "I do– can I live though?"

Skeppy moved so all his weight wasn't on Bad. "Can I kiss you?"

"Of course, Darling..." Bad smiled and put his hands on Skeppy's face. "Am I getting better? We've been dating for so long."

"Oh yeah. You've definitely gotten better. Actually, I think you're a better kisser than Foolish now." Skeppy propped himself up on his elbows. "How about me? Am I good?"

Bad flushed. "Skeppy, you've always been good. Your kisses have always made me so awkward and tingly. I don't know how you do it, you make me feel so good."

"Yeah?" Skeppy sat up and straddled Bad's waist. "How does this make you feel?"

Bad laughed awkwardly and put his hands on Skeppy's hips. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing without your consent..."

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"I wish I could do more to help." Foolish was on the phone with Valerie, who was across the hall in Tina's apartment. "There's nothing I can do to prove that we didn't sleep together. If he doesn't believe you...that's that."

Valerie sniffed. "He won't say anything... he let me hug him, but he wouldn't say anything... He's getting out soon, he'll be at his parent's place. They said I can visit."

"I'm sorry, Val. It's my fault for forgetting my jacket. Maybe if my jacket wasn't there, he might've believed you."

"It's not our fault..." Valerie paused. "Maybe it is. We are exs...we shouldn't of been in a hotel alone anyway."