The Swearing bet reuploaded

The Swearing Bet

Summary:

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Skeppy makes a bet that he can make Bad swear in only one hour. Bad agrees, assuming his goal was to either scare him or annoy the crap out of him. However, Skeppy had something much different in mind.
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"It's simple," Skeppy explained as he sat beside Bad on his couch, "I bet I can make you swear within the next one hour. If you don't swear, I will give you five hundred dollars."

"What's the catch?" Bad asked skeptically. The camera facing them dawned a tiny red light, signaling that it was recording.

"Deal or no?" Skeppy masterfully avoided the question, raising a brow as a challenge.

"Fine. That's just a free five hundred dollars for me, fatty."

A devious expression quickly spread across the shorter's face. He clearly had something planned but Bad was certain he would never crack. He hadn't sworn in so long. There was no way he would give up that streak in just one hour. He didn't know what to expect from his mischievous blue friend, but surely it couldn't be anything he wouldn't be prepared for... Right?

Skeppy smirked widely as he suddenly entrapped the older boy in a kiss, swallowing up Bad's surprised yelp. He trailed his hand from Bad's cheek down his jaw line before letting go and instead holding the back of his head. His fingers tangled in the thin strands of hair as he deepened the kiss, causing Bad's glasses to slide down his face a little.

The kiss was aggressive, Skeppy urging Bad to open up for him. Their tongues tangled together and the younger immediately dominated Bad. The air around them was quickly growing hot and heavy. Slowly, Skeppy pulled back, a trail of saliva breaking between their lips.

A small chuckle escaped Skeppy's throat at the sight before him. Bad was at a loss for words, his eyes half lidded and glasses askew from the impromptu makeout session. The taller man quickly snapped out of his daze when he heard the other laughing.

"S-Skeppy! What was that for, you muffin?" He acted upset but his cheeks were blushing bright pink as he fixed his glasses, avoiding eye contact.

The tan boy just grinned and leaned close to Bad's ear, whispering in a sultry voice, "call me by my real name." Bad shuddered at the tone of voice but refused to comply, lightly pushing Skeppy away. He pouted cutely and crossed his arms. The silent treatment. "Oh, don't lie. You loved that just now. You were actively kissing back like a horny teenager." When there was still no reply, Skeppy laughed softly. "God, you're such a bottom."

Bad quickly snapped his eyes back to the other, glaring with a cute huff. "I am not!" Even when he tried to act tough, he was still just as adorable and pure.

Skeppy laughed a little harder and ruffled Bad's hair. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"I am not a bottom, you muffin head!" Bad insisted, swatting his hand away.

"Oh come on," Skeppy teased, leaning over the older boy more. "Even now, you find a way to sound pg. But I still have time. I will make you swear one way or another." He used his foot to move Bad's legs apart and placed himself between them, starting to pepper his neck with little kisses.

Bad inhaled sharply, involuntarily letting the other know that his neck was sensitive. "S-Skeppy, stop. We're rec-cording." A lewd moan tried to escape his throat but Bad swallowed it back down. His breathing was growing ragged and uneven as the kisses led into soft nibbles and gentle sucking. With shaky hands, Bad forced himself to shove Skeppy away. He held a hand to his throat where the younger male had left a small hickey and took a nervous glance at the camera behind Skeppy.