uwu- an ofc fic

VIII

"We're in Klingele's house. We are here to dominate."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"I mean that we're going to confront him."
"Ohhhhh, right. Let's do this." I conclude. We have to do this fast, and we have to do it right.
"I have homework to do and I have practice tonight. I also have to work on my costume. I can't be here long."
"I know, Jane. We will be out of here before you can say Barry Bee Benson."
"Barry Bee Benson."
He sighs as a smile tugs at his lips "Whatever, Jane."

"STACK CHAAAAAAAAAAAAIRS!" Klingele yells as he flings into the sun, his body doing full side flips.
"Are you shitting me?!" Fred yells shockingly.
We had walked out to the train tracks where Klingele meets his wife after her work every day; it was a tenth of a mile away from his home. As soon as he saw us, which was not planned, he flung himself off of the Earth; and I mean this quite literally.
"EVIL KLINGELE HAS BEEN STOPPED OF HIS BOB-ROSS-PAINTING-KILLING ACTIVITIES!" I yell, jumping up and down. I couldn't be happier, unless if I had one more thing.
"KSKSSKKSKSSSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSK!" Freddie yells incoherent phrases while jumping in circles. He's more overjoyed than I am or have ever been.

Freddie tucks his hair behind my ear. He takes the hand he did that with and caresses my thigh softly. I smile up at him.
"Ready?" He asks.
I nod.

I can feel the grind of his hips on mine as we go. Shudders run up and down my spine violently every few minutes as we go along, and Freddie picks up his pace.

"Oh lord, Fred," I pause to catch my breath, "that was incredible."
"Was ofc good?" he asks, sounding the most nervous I've heard him sound.
I pause and pretend to contemplate to mess with him.
"Of course."