(Stephew)(Fluff)(Oneshot)

Tickle Fight!

A/N: [Before there was Chris in the background, there was Jason and the gang. This is pre-Final Night's stream]

"That's it Jason," he told himself, as he headed inside. "If Matt's gonna delay the stream because of his addiction to Diet Coke then I'm not getting the blame this time."

"No need to panic," Jason called, turning into the hallway to the streaming room. "it's just-" Jason stopped to see Matthew with his head buried in Stephanie's exposed belly.

They and sat up, hearing him come in. "I have the Diet Coke." Jason distracted.

"I swear Jason, this isn't what it looks like," said MatPat.

*

Matt grinned, hearing the door close. "So," he cooed, scooting up close to her on the couch. "He's gonna be gone for awhile..." He kissed along her neck. "Wanna do something in the meantime."

"Matthew," Stephanie whined, tilting her head to push his lips off of her neck, "Stahp. We shouldn't be d-doing th-this. He could come in at any moment."

"So?" he smirked, moving down lower on her neck, kissing by her adam's apple. "I think Jason already knows that I love you."

Stephanie tried to push him away, but Matthew always found another place to kiss her. "Matthew," she groaned. Desperate for any removal of her husband's lips, she placed her hands on his neck and tickled.

Matt let out an unmanly squeal and moved away, pulling her hands off of his neck. "What was that for," he squeaked.

Stephanie didn't reply, but dove her hands underneath his armpits, wiggling her fingers. Matthew fell on the ground, trying to escape. "You're mine," she joked, attacking his armpits. Matthew struggled into the door jamb, until he realized that he could fight back.

Stephanie was on top of him, so he continued out into the hallway. When he was parallel to the wall, he grabbed tightly onto her and flipped them over. Stephanie tried to tickle back, but, for the first time, Matt tickled her. She couldn't stand getting tickled and devolved into a giggling writhing mess.

"P-Please," she pleaded, between hiccups of laughter. "St-stop it."

Matthew didn't listen, but instead rolled up her shirt. Stephanie's eyes grew wide with his action. Matt slid down her, and began blowing on her stomach. Stephanie couldn't stand it. She began writhing with her laughter, kicking his stomach in defence. Stephanie reached down and tried to tickle her neck.

There was a, "no need to panic," behind them and Matthew slowed down his buzzing. "It's just-" Jason began, but cut off. Matthew slid up and pulled down Stephanie's shirt. "I have Diet Coke," Jason showed.

A tingling slowly crawled up into Matt's cheeks. "I swear," Matt stalled, "This is not what it looks like."

Jason wandered into the next room and flopped the bag on the table. He pressed the button and the intro played. Matt and Steph ran to mic up and sit on the couch. Jason pointed at them to signify that they we're live. "Hey guys," MatPat successfully began. That's as far as he got. Both he and Steph turned bright red and burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "Jason we need to-"

"We're streaming," Jason ignored.

"I just wanted to say-"

"BOI! THE STREAM!" Jason yelled.

Needless to say, it was a bad time to be playing a dating simulator. The livestream was very awkward indeed.

[I was hoping that this would be longer. Oh well. I meant to post this last year, but I haven't written on it for a while. I guess with my recent revival, now's a good time to as any to finish off what I wanted to be my first Stephew]