YAS YAOI [PROBABLY MOSTLY SMUT]

Gumlee

MERRY CHRISTMAS MOTHERFUCKERS! This is gonna be a very short one shot. If I got anything wrong its because its late and I typed this up fast.

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Gumball's POV

'I need to get up for Christmas... But my bed is too comfy... Why does life have to be so difficult? Whatever. I'm sleeping for 15 more minutes.'

Suddenly I got flicked on my forehead. "Hey Gumwad." My eyes shot open as I heard a smooth raspy voice that belonged to none other than Marshall Lee. "What are you doing here!?"

"I was going to say Merry Christmas to you, but I'm guessing you don't want me here?" I shook my head and sat up. "It's fine. I was just wondering how you got into my house." Marshall sat opposite of me.

"Through the front door dummy. You do have a maid." I was about to open my mouth to say something, but something was put onto my head, partially covering my eyes. When I lifted it from my eyes, I saw Marshal in a Christmas hat.

'I'm guessing that's what I have on my head.' I softly giggled, still tired from waking up. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. "What's your plans for today Gummy?"

"Well today I'll be having a Christmas celebration with the people of Ooo. So I'll need to do a lot of baking, setting up-" As I was explaining this, Marshall was looking into my eyes but didn't really look like he was listening, just looking.

After I was done explaining, Marshall was still looking into my eyes. "Marshall, are you okay?"

"Your fine- I'M FINE! I'm fine!" Marshall was acting extremely weird. He turned away and was... Blushing!? "What are you doing today?"

He turned back to me smirked. "Well only one thing. I got you a present." My eyes widened. "R-really? You didn't have to..." "Well I did, so close your eyes."

I closed my eyes and patiently waited. Only just a few seconds later, I felt a soft feeling on my lips for just a second. I then felt something warm and wet run across my bottom lip.

I slightly opened my right eye. Marshal had his eyes closed and was slightly floating off the bed. I grabbed his thighs and brang him back down to the bed, slightly opening my mouth.

Marshal opened his eyes and saw mine. "Gumball..." His voice was quiet. "Yeah...?"

"Kiss me." He cupped my face in his hands as we passionately kissed each other. As we pulled away, both over our lips were glossed over with saliva. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him.

"Merry Christmas Marshy."

"Merry Christmas Gumwad."

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I'm probably going to regret not making this about my OTP. (JeanMarco) HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEVI YOU FINE BEAUTIFUL OLD MAN.