Ant and Dec One Shots

Cuddle Time With Lads

The late afternoon sunlight poured lazily into Ant's living room, the golden rays dancing across the furniture and casting soft shadows on the walls. Stephen, sitting on the sofa in his favourite hoodie, sighed contentedly. He could hear the faint clink of keys as Dec left to pick up their takeaway.

"Be back soon, lads!" Dec called over his shoulder.

"Don't forget the extra chips!" Ant shouted back, smirking. The door closed with a quiet click, leaving just the two of them.

Stephen shifted in his seat, his eyes darting to Ant, who was sprawled out on the opposite sofa. Ant was flipping through channels on the TV, his posture relaxed, but his warm smile invited Stephen to speak.

"Ant?" Stephen's voice was soft, almost shy.

"Yeah, baby?" Ant looked over, his brow quirking in curiosity.

Stephen hesitated for a moment, then said, "Can I... have a cuddle?" His cheeks flushed slightly as he made the request.

Ant's face softened instantly. "Of course, you can, little one. Come here." He patted the space beside him. Stephen shuffled over, his heart lifting as Ant wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. The warmth of Ant's embrace was soothing, his hand rubbing slow circles on Stephen's back.

"You're too good at this," Stephen murmured, his voice muffled against Ant's chest.

"Just practice, mate. I have two very cuddly boyfriends, remember?" Ant teased gently, resting his chin on top of Stephen's head. They stayed like that for almost thirty minutes, the occasional hum of agreement or chuckle breaking the comfortable silence.

The sound of the front door opening broke the spell. Dec's voice rang out dramatically. "I'm back! And might I remind you both that I braved the freezing cold to get us dinner?" He appeared in the doorway with bags of food in hand, wearing a mock-pained expression.

Ant and Stephen glanced at each other, then at Dec. Ant grinned. "Middle of summer, Dec. You're hardly battling the Arctic."

Dec ignored the jab, looking at them with exaggerated betrayal. "You're cuddling without me? After everything I've done for you?"

Stephen stifled a laugh as Ant called out, "Aww, poor baby. Come here, then."

"Nope!" Dec huffed, putting the bags down on the nearby table with a dramatic flourish. "Clearly, I'm unloved. I'll just go sit on the other sofa all by myself."

As he turned to leave, his lower lip jutting out in a pout, both Ant and Stephen rolled their eyes fondly. Ant's voice was low but firm. "Oh, no, you don't, Dec."

In one swift motion, Ant grabbed Dec's wrist, pulling him back toward the sofa. Stephen joined in, giggling as he reached out to grab Dec's other arm. Together, they manoeuvred Dec onto the sofa between them, wrapping him in their collective warmth.

Dec tried to maintain his offended act, but as Stephen leaned into him with a playful nuzzle and Ant threw an arm around his shoulders, his resistance melted away.

"See? Much better," Ant said smugly.

"You're insufferable," Dec muttered, though his words carried no heat. He sank into their embrace, letting the soft sound of their laughter wash over him.

"You're the one who wanted a cuddle," Stephen teased, his smile widening as Dec chuckled.

"True," Dec admitted, his head falling onto Ant's shoulder. "But next time, one of you is getting the takeaway."

"Deal," Ant and Stephen said in unison, laughing.

In that moment, with the scent of warm food in the air and the comfort of their closeness, nothing else mattered.