Burgerpants and Sans were sitting together on Sans' couch, watching some comedy that Sans picked out. It was Burgerpants' day off from work and he was spending it with Sans. Despite the casualness of the situation, Burgerpants couldn't help but feel a little odd.
Firstly, he couldn't help but notice that there was a very slim amount of space between them. Oh my god, he thought to himself, glancing at the other's lap. Should I move? Should I scoot away a little? Would he think I don't want to sit next to him? Oh no, that would be rude, oh god, uh...
Secondly, he was sweating a lot. Of course, Burgerpants is literally always sweating, but at the moment he was sweating excessively. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead and his face became a bit flushed despite the cooling ceiling fan whirring above.
Thirdly, Burgerpants couldn't pay attention to the movie no matter how hard he tried. He would stare at the TV screen until his eyes started to burn a little, but his brain wouldn't process any amount of information. The only thing he could focus on was the skeleton sitting beside him. He definitely wanted to watch the movie, mind you, but his inner gay had other plans.
Burgerpants glanced at Sans's hand, his own hand itching to grab it. They weren't even an inch apart. It would be so easy to just hold it, to interlope their fingers and...
Little did he know that Sans had caught a few of his fleeting glances. After a few moments of this, Sans delicately rested his hand on top of Burgerpants', his own cheeks darkening in color slightly, despite the fact that he is a skeleton with no blood to cause him to blush. Magic is a wonderful thing, is it not?
Burgerpants flared red and tensed up, his heart beating fast. He was taken by surprise, to say the least.
"...hey, are you okay?" Sans asked and faced the other, thinking he might have done something wrong.
Their eyes met and silence fell; even the sounds from the movie became unnoticed by the two. Although it went on for only a few heartbeats, the silence felt defeaning to Burgerpants. Slowly, his face burning red, Burgerpants sensed himself leaning forward. He was barely aware it was happening himself, but Sans widened his eyes as Burgerpants leaned in for a kiss...
Shit.
Shit. What am I doing
Where are his lips
He doesn't have lips he's a skeleton what the fuvc do i do,,, oh my god fuck shit shit ii,,,
Burgerpants was literally inches away from Sans' face, his lips puckered. Sans sat immobile, sweat rolling down his skull as he stared at him. "Uhhhhh...."
fuck i gotta,,,,, i gotta save it,,, i,,,,,,,,,
Burgerpants quickly planted an awkward smooch on Sans' cheek. Sans laughed nervously.
fuckin nailed it
