Going Too Far: Marshall Lee X Prince Gumball

Going Too Far: Marshall Lee & Prince Gumball

Marshall sat outside of Gumball's room, impatiently waiting for the bubbly prince to finish "sprucing up"- as he liked to call it. Marshall had invited the shy, proper prince to a party with Fionna and some other friends, where they could all finally cut loose.

"Gumball, come on. You've been in there almost an hour now... We're going to be late."

"I'm coming, Marshall. Don't rush me, I'm already nervous enough as it is."

Marshall groaned loudly, clearly showing his annoyance.

"What do you have to be nervous about? You make speeches and do all that royal stuff all the time. You should be used to this by now," Marshall called through the door.

"Well, I'm not! Quit rushing me, Marshall Lee!"

After what seemed like forever, the boys took off for Fionna's place.

"Marshall! PG! You made it!" Fionna squealed, pulling the boys inside.

"You boys got here just in time to play spin the bottle with us!" Flame Prince called.

"I need a few drinks in me to play that game with you, Flame Prince."

Flame Prince's fire burned brighter for a moment, clearly showing a hot blush on his cheeks.

Marshall smirked, it was just too easy to pick on him.

Gumball already looked uncomfortable, but Marshall knew just how to fix that.

"Need something to drink, Gumball?"

"Uh, yeah, sure..." Gumball mumbled, looking around at all the people.

Marshall poured two drinks, handing one to Gumball. Gumball took a large swig, swallowed, then coughed, "What was that?!"

"Vodka," Marshall laughed, "glad you like it, but you need to slow down."

Gumball glared daggers at Marshall, "I did not enjoy that beverage, thank you. I would prefer water."

"Oh, come onnnnn, Gumball. Live a little, you're out of the kingdom. Act like it."

Gumball contemplated it a moment while Marshall sipped his drink.

"Fine. Two drinks. That's it, Marshall Lee."

Marshall finished off the last of his drink and poured them both another, "deal."

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They had somehow been dragged into playing spin the bottle before they knew it. Fionna was awful at the game and kept landing on Flame Prince, which everyone knew was fine with her.

Flame Prince kept staring at her, causing her face to turn a bright shade of red.

"Your turn, Marshall," Fionna smiled, passing the bottle to him.

Marshall spun it, nonchalantly, not particularly caring who it landed on.

"Ohhhhh!" The others chattered, "Fionna!"

Marshall smiled up at her, "Ready?"

"Uh, yeah, ready!"

Marshall glanced up to see Gumball looking furious, Was he jealous?

He touched Fionna's cheek, pulling her closer.

He pressed his cold lips against hers, biting her bottom lip before kissing her again.

Fionna pulled Marshall closer, licking his bottom lip.

Marshall pulled away, satisfied with himself. Years of practice made him exceptionally good at this.