Ant and Dec One Shots

The Pouting Game

It was a quiet evening at Ant's flat. The rain pattered softly against the windows, the warm glow of the fireplace casting flickering shadows on the walls. Ant and Dec were nestled together on the oversized sofa, Ant's arm draped lazily over Dec's shoulder while Dec leaned into his side. They were both halfway through a re-watch of The Great British Bake Off, occasionally murmuring to each other about which contestant they'd root for this time.

Stephen stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching the pair. They were utterly oblivious to him. A little smirk curled at the corner of his lips, but he quickly wiped it away, deciding it was time for some fun.

He stepped into the room dramatically, heaving the most exaggerated sigh he could muster. Neither Ant nor Dec looked up.

"Ah, I see how it is," Stephen announced, flopping onto the armchair across from them. He tilted his head back as if in despair. "Left out again. No cuddles for poor Stephen. No love for poor Stephen. Just cast aside like an old sock."

Ant and Dec exchanged a quick glance but didn't say a word, their faces carefully neutral.

Stephen leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand with a theatrical pout. "Guess I'll just pack my bags then. Leave you two lovebirds to your little cuddle fest. Don't worry about me-I'll just wander the streets, unloved and unwanted. A forgotten man."

Finally, Ant turned his head, raising an eyebrow at him. "Oh no," he said flatly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Whatever will we do without our dramatic, attention-seeking sock of a boyfriend?"

Dec nodded solemnly. "We'd probably be lost without all the pouting and the tragic monologues."

"Exactly," Ant added. "How would we cope without hearing, 'I might as well just leave now' at least once a week?"

Stephen gasped, clutching his chest as if they'd struck him. "I never say that!"

Ant snorted, and Dec finally broke into a grin. "You said it yesterday when Ant finished the last of the biscuits without offering you one."

"That was different!" Stephen shot back, his pout deepening as he tried to hold back a laugh.

"Oh, it absolutely wasn't," Ant teased, finally losing his composure and laughing outright.

Stephen fought it for a moment longer before cracking, a broad smile breaking across his face as the three of them dissolved into laughter. He stood, walking over to the couch with mock indignation. "Right, move over. If you love me so much, prove it."

Ant chuckled and pulled him down onto the couch between them, wrapping one arm around Stephen's shoulders while Dec rested his head against Stephen's chest.

"There," Dec murmured, smirking up at him. "Happy now, drama king?"

Stephen sighed contentedly, wrapping his arms around both of them. "Much better. You're lucky I put up with you two."

Ant kissed Stephen's temple, and Dec gave his cheek a soft peck. The three of them snuggled closer together, the sound of rain outside adding to the cosy warmth of the room.

"Yeah," Ant said softly, his voice filled with affection, "we're the lucky ones."

And for the rest of the evening, there was no more pouting-just the quiet, happy contentment of three people who wouldn't trade their little trio for the world.