Flings and Things {Skephalo+}

Humiliated and Horrified

Warning: This chapter includes explicit conversations. I encourage you to skip or skim the chapter if you are uncomfortable with sexual topics.

There are no explicit scenes, just characters discussing their sexuality, uncensored.

Also, emetophobia warning. ✨

"What happened?" Foolish came into the room and shut the door. He was tired, but he cared enough to comfort Bad first. "Come 'ere." Foolish hugged him at first, then picked him up to place him on the bed.

Bad yelped. He knew Foolish was strong but he had not realized he could pick him up. "I'm going to live in here for the rest of my life!" Bad cried. "Take care of Skeppy for me."

Foolish sat on the bed. "What happened? Was there an argument or something?"

Bad shook his head. He grabbed Foolish's pillow and hugged it for comfort. "You don't understand. I have never been more embarrassed in my whole entire life. And it just had to happen with Skeppy. I want to die."

"Bad...please. I love ya, but I'm also fucking exhausted. Can you tell me what happened before I pass out?"

Bad growled and shoved his face into the pillow. When he came up for air he finally spoke. "So...me and Skeppy might have taken things a little farther...um...you know?"

"You had sex. Okay. Keep it going, Bad. There's like a million different ways you can embarrass yourself during sex. What were you guys doing?"

"Mmnf." Bad sighed. "The main part is...I accidentally threw up on him."

Foolish accidentally laughed.

"Hey!"

"I'm sorry!" Foolish snuffed his laughter. "Jesus...what were you doing? Were you going down on him?"

"Yes..." Bad shoved his face back into the pillow.

"Oh shit!" Foolish sat up straight. "Actually? God damn I did not think things were going to escalate that fast. Ay, that's good though. It was an accident, but the good thing is you're becoming more comfortable with your sexuality."

"Never again." Bad mumbled into the pillow.

"You've just got to be careful with your gag reflex. You can choke on anything if you're not careful. Even if it's small."

"Foolish!" Bad looked up and huffed at him. "Why aren't you as horrified as I am?"

"I mean, it's gross but...shit happens sometimes. Especially if you don't know what you're doing. I doubt Skeppy is mad at you."

"He yelled at me..." Bad pouted. "People don't like being thrown up on, Foolish. Especially not...during that."

"Where is he?"

"In his room..."

"Alright, come on." Foolish got up, pulling Bad up with him. "We're not going to bed upset."

Foolish dragged Bad across the hall and knocked on Skeppy's door.

Bad stayed behind Foolish. "He's probably still mad at me..." Bad was being irrational. Because Skeppy had already tried to talk to Bad, to tell him he wasn't mad.

Skeppy swung the door open, happy to see Bad out of the locked room. "Oh, finally! Come here baby." Skeppy engulfed Bad in hugs and kisses. "You don't need to be upset. It was fucking disgusting, but I'm over it now. It's okay."

Foolish hummed, crossing his arms. "See, it's perfectly fine. Sometimes you don't always get the fluids you were expecting..."

Skeppy made a face. "Ew..."