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Parrot knew that this was all a horrible idea as soon as he stepped off the plane.
Maybe it creeped in early before that point. When he got airsickness, or when Spoke wouldn’t stop talking on the plane. Or when Lomedy was eating his chips too loud. Or Wemmbu and Flame’s banter the whole flight. Maybe it was none of those. Maybe it was him.
The weird, flipping feeling in his stomach that came every time he thought about this whole trip. The nausea when he decided—no, when he was persuaded to come by Wifies, who said that it would be great because they hadn’t seen each other in months. That’d he’d meet them at the airport, and find them a good hotel to stay at for the week. That it’d be a fun week.
But Parrot isn’t naive anymore. He’s not sure he ever was. He knew this whole trip would be a problem. He knew Wifies would overreact at the smallest things, get really angry, maybe lay a hand, and then come back to Parrot, sobbing and begging for forgiveness.
Parrot knows all of this very well, but still, he came. He’s probably the one who vaguely mentioned doing a trip like this and someone remembered and took it to the next level.
Parrot knows this will go wrong, someway, somehow. But it is too late to think about any of that. He’s already touched down in Massachusetts, and Wifies is only several feet away from him.
“Wifies!” Spoke shouts a little too loud, and a little too close to Parrot’s ear making him wince. He wonders to himself why Spoke always has to be loud. He got a few nasty looks from old people surrounding the place. He’s sure he woke someone up, because it’s 7AM. His eyes flutter shut for a moment and he sighs as he hears Spoke’s quick footsteps. He hears Wemmbu, probably laughing next to him. When he opens his eyes again, Spoke’s arms are wrapped around Wifies, and he’s trying his best to reciprocate with a… drink in his hand.
Wemmbu whistles and puts an arm on Parrot’s shoulder, letting go of his suitcase to send a lazy wave to Wifies that he probably didn’t see. “How much do you wanna bet that’s for you?”
Parrot side eyes Wemmbu, because he’s probably right. It probably is for him. It’s green, so it’s probably matcha. Which happens to be one of Parrot’s favorites. “I’m not betting anything with you, bro.” Parrot mumbles, furrowing his brows and shrugging Wemmbu’s arm off his shoulder. He knows Wemmbu smiled. He can feel it burn into his skull, but he’s learned to ignore Wemmbu’s remarks and insults. So he pushes himself forward to approach Wifies. Wifies, who actually has had his eyes on him the whole time despite being in conversation with Spoke.
“Hi.” Parrot greets, stiffly. Wifies smiles nonetheless.
“Hey.” He says, and offers the drink to Parrot. He doesn’t even want to look to see Wemmbu’s face. He’s probably got the most shit eating grin known to man right now. “Here. It’s for you.”
Parrot nods and takes the drink. It hardly has any ice, just like he likes it, but he doesn’t recall telling Wifies that. Atleast not more than once. “Thank you. You didn’t.. uh, have to bro.”
“I wanted to.” Wifies smiles warmly, but he winces and jerks forward when a hand smacks his neck. Parrot takes a step back, flinching.
“Hey, assholes. I’m right here.” Spoke says, and Wifies closes one eye and looks at him, rubbing his neck while groaning. “Why didn’t you get me a drink?”
“I don’t know what you like, Spoke.” What Parrot can translate that to is, I don’t care about you enough to get you a drink, Spoke. But he keeps his mouth around the straw and looks between the two. “Sorry. If you tell me, I’ll make sure to get you something next time.
Spoke keeps his mean glare for a few seconds, before laughing obnoxiously and wrapping an arm around Wifies, irritating the spot he just slapped. Parrot backs away from the two, because people are starting to stare and give rude looks. “Joking! Get a drink for your boyfriend. It’s fine. Mapicc does that for me, too.”
Does he know what that implies? Parrot grimaces, and Wifies looks at Parrot for a positive reaction. He immediately blanks his face, giving an odd thumbs up. Spoke smiles wider.
“Except we aren’t fucking dating. And neither are they, Spoke.” Mapicc says from behind him, and Spoke turns to face him. Instead of apologizing, or doing something else, he just embraces him in a hug that Mapicc doesn’t reciprocate, instead, he stares off to the side with a bashful look.
“Wifies! My man!” Not. “How’s it going?” Derapchu says, patting him on the shoulder. He smiles and goes to shake his hand. “The best I can be. You?”
“I’m alright, I’m alright. Excited. Gonna swim, and maybe drown that motherfucker Wemmbu.” Derapchu says, staring at the approaching Wemmbu, and Egg who is clinging to his side. Behind them are Flame and Lomedy. Flame is talking.. or.. bragging about something and of course, Lomedy looks very interested in whatever he’s going on about. He flicks his eyes back to Wemmbu and Egg.
Parrot watches the two for a few seconds, and he actually can believe that they have sex behind closed doors. It wouldn’t be a surprise to him, or.. anybody, actually. He’s sure that’s the only thing his parasocial fans go on about.
“I’ll leave you to it, then. Are we all ready to go?”
“Yeah.” Mapicc replies. “The rental should be outside, I think. Probably.” He stares at Spoke for a moment, and Parrot follows his gaze. Spoke looks unimpressed, for once, and Parrot huffs.
“Uh, can we go now?” Wemmbu butts in, laughing at nothing in particular.
“I call driving Wifies car!” Spoke shouts, and Parrot is really glad he runs away after that, because he’s sure an employee was going to come up to the group eventually and escort them out. They might already be getting one to do just that. Parrot shivers.
Wifies watches Spoke run off to the front of the airport, and Wifies points a thumb at him. “How does he.. know what my car looks like?” He asks the whole group. They all turn and exchange awkward faces. Parrot included. But after a minute, he just sighs.
“Does it matter?” Parrot groans, annoyed. “Can we just go, bro? That flight was miserable. I want to put my stuff down somewhere.”
Wifies eyes his luggage for a moment, and then takes it off of him with a smile. “I got it.” He says, and Parrot scrunches his nose. He’d probably take his backpack too, but his drink is in one hand, so he just takes the suitcase and wheels it off, Parrot stares for a moment, and wonders how he got someone like him.
“Damn. Wish I had a boyfriend to wheel my suitcase to his nice car after a long ass flight.”
“Shut up, Flame.” Parrot says, walking off and leaving them behind. Flame smiles, because he didn’t deny the boyfriend part. Unfortunately, Parrot doesn’t depart with them for long, because the rest of the group trails after him.
For a moment, Parrot’s mind fogs up. He wonders if he’ll actually be able to handle a week with all these idiots. Or maybe he’ll kill himself before he makes it to, hell, Wednesday, even.
He knows it’ll be Wifies to ruin this visit somehow. He’ll act like a crackhead or something in front of a bunch of people. He’ll threaten one of the boys with death. He might do something worse.
Parrot knew this all very well. And still came, so who’s really the enabler?
Spoke did not get to drive, because he’s a hazard to society and everything above that.
Getting a hotel room was more of a problem than it should’ve been.
First, Derapchu insisted that they just get a motel, which Parrot immediately declined, saying that they gave him the creeps, and they did! He felt like he was gonna fall victim to some sort of horror movie or something. The killer would probably be Spoke. Or Wemmbu. Maybe both.
Second, after fussing about where they wanted to stay and why they hadn’t gotten this figured out a long time ago, Wifies had butted into the conversation and said that he had booked a hotel. An.. expensive one.
Most of the group was happy, splendid, even. Parrot, not so much. And he let Wifies know that. But of course, never being taken seriously, especially in a situation like this, they rushed to the hotel, explored, placed their stuff down and quickly changed, and hopped back into the car.
Parrot, zero, Wifies, one.
“Parrot,” Wemmbu giggles. “Your nose.” He points, stifling a laugh. And Parrot wants to throw him out of the car. But instead, he hesitantly lifts a finger to his nose, and wipes it. When he retracts his finger, a crimson liquid is on it. He groans.
“Dude,” Parrot says, giving Wemmbu a look of annoyance. “I’ve told you so many times already. It’s high blood pressure.” He immediately sniffles after, mumbling insults under his breath.
Wemmbu twirls the blue raspberry sucker in his mouth for a few more seconds before biting down hard. A piece flies out of his mouth, and Parrot grimaces, shivering as if it touched him. He really tries to ignore Egg sneakily picking it up and popping it in his mouth.
“And whose fault is that, bro? Stop eating all those salty chips..” Wemmbu mutters the last part to Egg, and Parrot scoffs, turning to watch the fast passing trees instead, trying to stay focused on one, but gives up when he realizes he can’t.
“You should listen to him, Parrot.” Wifies cuts into the conversation, voice smooth and loud enough for everyone in the car to hear, which is a miracle because Wifies hardly speaks loud enough for the person he’s talking to to hear.
And yet still, he contributes nothing to the conversation. Wemmbu giggles as Parrot tries to let the seat eat him alive.
“Whatever, dude.” Parrot sighs, imagining he’s a small stickman running on the cars in the next lane. When did he start doing that, anyway?
“Hey, Wifies?” Someone — Spoke calls out from the very back seat. “I know you like to drive slow, look at the scenery around here, which isn’t much,” Spoke mumbles, and Mapicc has to stop himself from snorting “But can you please put your fucking foot on the pedal a little more? I wanna swim.”
Parrot watches Wifies roll his eyes and go from fifty miles, all the way to 70. Jesus.
“Not that fast, Wifies.” Parrot mutters, shivering and tightening his grip on the seat as Wemmbu eggs him on.
“How about a hundred?” He says, and he lets out a groan mixed with a laugh when Egg nudges him telling to knock it off. Parrot looks at Wifies for a reaction, but he doesn’t get one, and if there was, he missed it.
He goes back to his window parkour, scoffing at nothing, then letting out an airless chuckle.
“I think not. The waterpark can wait. It’s not like it’ll…” Wifies trails off, seeming to forget his sentence as he switches lanes. “..run away.” he mumbles, seemingly returning to his quietness.
Nobody minds it at this point, though. People will either lean closer to him to hear what he has to say, or just get the jist of what he’s saying. Wifies doesn’t seem to care much either. Or else he would start speaking up.
Parrot eyes the rearview mirror to steal a few glances at Wifies, and he understands why people online act so parasocial towards him all over again. He’s handsome, honestly. Slightly curly hair, brown eyes, light freckles, (you’d have to kiss him to see, but he knows they’re there.) and pale skin. Perfect, is the only word that pops up in his mind. It blocks everything else out, and then consumes the thoughts whole. Parrot doesn’t mind. Not with a face like this.
“Parrot!” Spoke shouts, right into his ear. His shoulder goes up, and he brings his hand to cover it. He whips around to see a grinning Spoke. Great. Now he can’t ogle at Wifies anymore.
“My god, bro. What?” Parrot says, irritation laced deep in his voice. Wemmbu giggles, and then Egg joins in. He wants to throw both of them out the window. But that would get him arrested. Maybe a few to years to life. Maybe the rest of it.
Nah. Wifies would bail him out.
Spoke puts his hands up in defeat, raising his eyebrows and widening his eyes, stuttering and laughing. “My bad, dude. Just wanted to ask if you felt better. You weren’t replying.”
“Deep in thought, Parrot?” Wifies says mockingly. Maybe Parrot will kill him too.
Suddenly, Parrot feels like an asshole. “Oh,” he says slowly. “Sorry. Yeah. I’m good.”
Spoke gives him a nod and a thumbs up, turning back around to make conversation with Wifies. Parrot closes his eyes for a moment, and just takes everything in.
“Wifies, I think that’s our exit.” Parrot’s heart drops for some reason.
“Oh, shit.”
“My waterpark!” Wemmbu whines, which gets him an immediate slap on the arm by Parrot. “My god, Wemmbu. Shut up bro!” Parrot shouts, but it’s drowned out by Spoke and Egg laughing.
“Seriously.. We’re gonna be late.” Mapicc, who’s been quiet this whole time in the passenger seat says. Wifies just sighs.
What a great start to the week.
“Yo, what the fuck took you all so long?” Derapchu yells from the other car as they pull into the parking lot. Wifies looks away, so Parrot takes it in him to respond. He decides that it’ll be a little snarky.
“Wemmbu’s fault. He’s an idiot and pulled up the wrong directions and we had to take a different route.” He shouts back, and Wemmbu snaps his head to him. “So that’s just.. not true. What the fuck, Parrot.” Wemmbu says in a nonchalant voice, and Egg laughs.
What the fuck has Egg ever actually contributed to anything today besides laughing? Does he want to be in Wemmbu’s pants that badly? He didn’t even say anything funny.
“Oh, Wemmbu being a fucking idiot. I see.” Derapchu says in a “gotcha!” tone, and Parrot smiles. He sees Wifies smile at him in the corner of his eye, but he doesn’t look.
Parrot watches Flame and Lomedy get out of the car, and he gets irritated at the uneven amount of them. If he thought about this instead of just rushing to see Wifies, he would’ve brought Theo. Maybe Nufuli, they haven’t talked in awhile. Zam? She would like something like this.
“Where’s the fucking sunscreen, bro?” Flame says, searching the trunk, pulling out towel after towel, but apparently no sunscreen. He looks more annoyed the more he doesn’t find it.
Parrot looks back at Wifies, and leans towards him. “Do we have sunscreen?” Parrot asks, it comes out as a whisper for some reason, and Mapicc side eyes him, unbuckling his seat belt and hurrying out of the car. Spoke follows, but Wemmbu and Egg seem occupied.
Wifies smiles at Parrot in silence for a moment, glancing at his lips before looking at something in the third seat row. For a second, Parrot keeps looking into Wifies eyes, before dragging his eyes to the backseat. Ignoring whatever the hell Wemmbu and Egg are doing, next to Wemmbu’s foot is sunscreen. Parrot turns at an awkward angle to get it, gaining a confused look from Wemmbu.
Parrot leans back, readying his voice. “I got som…” Parrot tries, voice cracking. He doesn’t ignore the chuckle that comes from Wifies. “I got some!” Parrot successfully says, and attempts to hide the embarrassment. Wifies isn’t a fool though, he can see right through any and every mask Parrot tries to put on. So his chuckles grow into giggles, and giggles into laughter.
Flame’s face lights up as he trots over to grab the sunscreen with the smile that could make anyone fall for him. It almost worked on Parrot. It sort of did. “The lotion kind, too. Shit, thanks Parrot. I’ll bring it back, just–“
He looks over to the other car, where Mapicc has already started to complain about the heat. Spoke, belongs in a soap opera, because he’s on the fucking asphalt claiming that he’s dying. “–Uh, give me a second.” Flame says, and walks back over to the group, a little less enthusiastic.
Parrot hears Wifies stifle a laugh. “Spoke’s funny, isn’t he?” He says as he unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the car. No. Parrot thinks, because Spoke isn’t funny. This shit isn’t funny when he’s made the whole friend group look stupid in public several times, and even get recognized.
His youtuber life comes back to him for a second. On top of all the other impending events that are going to happen this week, there’s a high chance that their voices are going to get them recognized. There’s a high chance Spoke is going to do something batshit crazy in public and get them recognized.
And he hasn’t even face revealed. Shit, most of the people he was just riding with haven’t face revealed.
Parrot sighs, and gets out of the car. Just to be met with cold ass sunscreen right on his chest. And of course, the person guilty of it is Spoke.
If he ended up killing Spoke on this trip, would anyone be able to blame him?
The fact the air conditioning was going in the car has his whole body head to toe riddled with goosebumps is enough. Now he’s gonna start shaking. He doesn’t even want to think of how the pool is going to feel.
“Don’t wanna get sunburnt, right? Come on, what’s with that look?” Spoke says as he’s rubbing it in. He could’ve done the front himself, and he would’ve asked Wifies to do the back. “Cheer up, Parrot!” Spoke smiles. But Parrot wants to tell him to fuck off badly.
But he promised he wouldn’t dim anyone else’s light. He made that promise to himself when buying plane tickets. So he gives Spoke an awkward, lopsided smile. “Okay.”
He misses the glare Wifies sends Spoke when he eyes him touching his chest.
“Fuck!” Derapchu yells, getting disappointed and mad looks from women with their children around. He winces when he remembers where they are, he groans when he remembers how cold the water is on his waist. “This water's cold as ffuh..freak, bro!” He hisses. He’s not really selling it to Parrot.
“If you guys are just gonna take hours to get in, me and Egg are gonna check out other places. Like the waterslides.” And before anyone in the group can protest, he’s already taken Egg’s wrist and pulled him along into the clusters of people.
“Nah.” Mapicc said, trying to whisper to Spoke. “They’re fucking.” Spoke must find that hilarious, because he throws his head back laughing before fully dipping into the water, and that ceases it, because he rubs his arms for warmth that’ll never come. Parrot does not find that hilarious. He grimaces and pinches his nose, seeming deeply troubled. Is he the only one who doesn’t suspect all his friends are jerking each other off?
He wonders if anyone has thought that about him and Wifies. They probably have. People online definitely have. He’s tried to avoid it after changing his boundaries, but he’s got a transparent soul. He looks over at Wifies.
He’s just.. Staring at the water. Intently. With a bored face. Parrot leans in, and that grabs his attention, and Parrot knows that because his brows raise, and he locks eyes with Parrot.
“You okay? You look like me.” Parrot asks, a little awkwardly, but Wifies is probably used to that.
“Yeah.” Wifies clears his throat, looking around the waterpark. “This is just.. I dunno. Anticlimactic?”
The hell? “I mean, it’s a waterpark. Do you want.. I don’t know. A supervillain to pull up, bro?”
“No.” Wifies simply says. “I think I wish that your — our other friends didn’t come. If it was just us, I could’ve went all out. Expensive things, y’know?
Parrot does know. Deep down, he wishes that too. Wifies is easier to handle alone. This whole week would be easy to handle with just them. So he nods slowly, squinting his eyes when he looks up at the sky. “Yeah.” Is all he can bring himself to say. But he decides that isn’t enough. Wifies deserves a little more.
“But — you know,” Parrot looks back at Wifies, who hasn’t stopped staring at him ever since he got his attention. “We don’t all have to hang out at once. It could be just me and you sometimes. Like, late at night. I could come over and we could..”
Parrot ran out of words. At the worst fucking time.
“..Play games,” He forces out. “Or, uh, listen to, um, music. Or just talk, right? This week can still be just us sometimes.”
Wifies stares intently at Parrot for a while, like he’s a code to be cracked. But if that’s the case, Wifies got it undone a long time ago. He looks away, and from his side profile, Parrot can see him smiling wide.
“Yeah. I want that.”
“Yo!” Lomedy calls out to the two, and they realize at the same time that everyone is in the wavepool except for them. “Can you guys stop whispering to each other like you’re gossiping and get in?! We didn’t come here to be a supporting cast!”
Maybe he’ll kill Lomedy too. Kill the whole car. Except for Wifies. Wifies can stay, he decides.
He doesn’t reply to Lomedy’s remark. Instead, he dips his foot into the water, holding back a whine from the cold, and then full goes in. Wifies follows close behind, and reaches for Parrot’s hand under the water. It seems like it didn’t affect him at all. Maybe Wifies is a robot, and all that youtube lore isn’t fake.
He rubs his thighs together at the thought of more than one Wifies, but the feeling quickly disperses when he realizes how hellish that would be for them. On the assumption that they are just full blown copies of him, same thoughts, feelings.. they’d kill eachother in seconds.
“Parrot,” Wifies says, probably. He can’t hear over the screams and splashes of children and overall people around him, but he does feel his arm being tugged. “Let’s go in further.” Wifies says, and without much choice, he moves his feet to do so.
It’s not exactly cold anymore, just warm, which he is grateful for, because if he drowns at least he’ll drown surrounded by warmth.
But he won’t drown. He won’t die this week. Not if Wifies is around.
As they go in deeper, the waves begin to start, and the screams around them get louder and louder. The only thing that Parrot can think of while jumping the waves, hand still intertwined with Wifies’, is that some of the people in the pool should invest in singing. They could make a good one off of it. Maybe rival Ariana.
“Gonna slip under?” Wifies shouts to Parrot.
“Nah bro, never.” Parrot replies, and Wifies laughs, but it’s true. After the first time he slipped under the waves and almost drowned like an embarrassing idiot at his old age, he was rather hesitant to get into this pool. So now he has to stay above the water. He doesn’t want to admit that Wifies holding onto his hand is helping. “You?”
Wifies shakes his head, but as he does that, a bigger wave comes in and takes him under. Parrot’s eyes widen in surprise and he smiles. He pulls him back towards him and Wifies shakes his head to get the water off, like a wet dog.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear what you said.” Parrot mocks, and Wifies glares. But the glare goes away faster, and turns into something more.. sinister. Parrot’s smile falters slightly, and Wifies pulls him over to the more shallow end.
“Wifies? What are we.. doing?”
Wifies smiles, and suddenly shoves a hand down Parrot’s pants. He lets out a yelp that alerts a nearby kid, and he covers his mouth, looking up at Wifies.
“It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other, Parrot. Aren’t you happy to feel me again?”
Yes, he wants to say. Not here, he wants to add on. What the fuck, get your hand out of my swim shorts, he wants to scream, but that might get Wifies put on a list.
But he can’t exactly gesture the second one, so all he does is nod his head like crazy and watch Wifies smile grow. “Good. I missed you too, baby. My baby.” He leaves a kiss on his forehead, and it just adds to the heat circulating in his body as Wifies wraps his hand around Parrot’s half soft dick, and squeezes.
“Ah! Wif–.. oh, stop, wait—“ Parrot gasps into his palm, so it comes out far less audible than he thinks, but Wifies seems to get the idea.
“People might hear if you get too loud.” Wifies breathes, he inches closer to Parrot to form a sort of barrier from the crowds of people, and Parrot’s glossy eyes dart around where they can see to check if anyone’s looking. If they are, he can’t tell anyway. The tears are blocking him from being able to. Wifies gives one, powerful pump to Parrot’s dick, and he almost slips under the water.
“It’s best to stay quiet. You can do that, right? You do it every time anyway.”
“Wifies,” Parrot cries out. But Wifies doesn’t hear him, and if he does, he doesn’t understand what he said. Because all he does is place a kiss on his bare shoulder and begin a pace of moving his hand back and forth on Parrot’s dick.
He’s a mess, honestly. He wasn’t expecting to do this here, and he’s still sensitive because he hasn’t been touched in months, himself excluded. But what he does is hardly jerking off, so all his senses are everywhere as of now.
Parrot rips his hand away from his mouth, taking the moment of the waves starting and screams growing louder again to his advantage. “W—ee!” Parrot squeaks, trying to grab the water—which obviously doesn’t work—for support. “Wifies, please, pleaseplease—“
“Mhm,” Wifies nods, and Parrot looks up to see a fucking overjoyed Wifies. “I hear you. Like it? Love it?”
Parrot finds himself nodding before he can actually think about it, and he feels his body twitching and his legs giving out, along with gasps and yelps. He grabs onto Wifies arm for support, and Wifies leans in as close as he can, right in Parrot’s ear.
“Come for me, Parrot.”
And oh, maybe Parrot is slightly weak. Because as soon as Wifies says that, his ears ring and his vision blacks out completely for a second. Heat rises in his body and escapes out of every hole possible as white spurts travel through his cheap thin swim shorts and scatter in the water, almost looking like jellyfish. He wants to cry. He already is. He feels wet streaks running down his cheeks, but they are immediately licked away by Wifies.
“Good. So good, Parrot.” Wifies coos, and Parrot realizes that he could bathe in Wifies’ praise forever, if he’d let him. And he would. He knows he would.
He just came in a pool. His head shoots down, and he watches it travel in an odd way, almost looking like string.
“O-Okay, uhm.” He clatters out a cough. “Wifies. Fuck you, for one.” Parrot says, pushing him away harshly and splashing him with water as he chuckles and shrugs. “For two, oh my god, we have to get away from this shit.”
“Why?” Wifies asks dumbly, and Parrot wants to drown him. “It’s yours, anyway.” He shrugs with a smug look on his face, and then shakes the water from his hair like a dog.
Parrot glares. Not before shielding his face from the water, though. “If you ask me something stupid one more time, I’ll kill you.”
Wifies puts his hand up in defense, but as Parrot’s about to pounce, a person he doesn’t truly want to see pops up, seemingly pushed back by the waves.
“Yo.” Wemmbu says around a mouth full of water, and Parrot wants to shove more of it down his throat. “You guys should get out of this lame ass pool and go to the waterslides.”
Where the fuck did he even come from? Where’s Egg? Weren’t they at the waterslides themselves?
For once, Parrot thinks Wemmbu has a great idea. Wifies does not. “I think, actually, me and Parrot want to–“
“Yeah!” Parrot beams, and Wifies stares at him with a face he can’t decode. “Yeah, let’s, uhm,” Parrot clears his throat, because he realizes Wemmbu is giving him the same look, so he probably came off too happy for a slide. “Yea. The slides. Sure.”
Wemmbu raises a brow, but gets off of his back and starts to make his way fully out of the pool. As Parrot follows and Wifies, mostly because of him does the same, he tries to think of something, anything else because why the fuck is Wifies so impatient? In a pool? Of children? He needs new friends. Instead, he tries to think about the slides. The rest of the park. He’s a fan of the slides. They look tall, and fun, and they also seem like they can take his mind off of what just happened.
But of course, Parrot isn’t a lucky man, because as they make their way over to the slide section of the waterpark, he hears a man shout. He looks back behind Wifies, who follows his gaze, stopping and looking. He notices first that the wavepool stopped completely, and a loud whistle — two whistles — more than he can count, go off. His eyes dart to the double red flag waving in the air, and his stomach drops.
“Everyone out!” He hears a man shout, urgency in his voice, and suddenly, he wants to do something so graphic that involves death, he can’t find the words for it.
“Oh great, Wifies. Look what you did. Your attractiveness overheated the pool and now we have to get out.” Wemmbu jokes, but it wasn’t funny for the first few seconds to Parrot. Probably not to Wifies either. But he scratches his neck, and his cheeks sort of look red. What?
“Yeah, y’know, my bad, dude.” Wifies.. blushes?
He knows what he’ll do. He’ll cut Wemmbu into tiny pieces, and spread his body parts all around the states. They’ll find his head in fucking Hawaii.
Parrot has never wanted to kill so many people in his whole life.
“Actual bullshit, bro. Fuck they mean ‘unknown substance’? Figure it out.” Flame says, dragging a hand down his face. Lomedy just nods along, but he seems like he is ready to go.
As for Wemmbu and Egg, Wemmbu seems to have finally got a tan, because he isn’t as paper white as he was thirty minutes ago, and well, Egg is already tan. So if something changed on him, Parrot doesn’t look at his body enough to know.
He sounds like a pervert.
He is a pervert. He just came in a public pool, for fucks sake.
He knows that unknown substance is a code word for, ‘yo, I just found fucking sperm in the pool. Everyone has to get out.’ But he thinks he, and most of everyone else who needs to know got the sign.
“Nothing we can do about it now. Can we just go back to the hotel?” Mapicc says, and Flame gives him an odd look.
“Unknown substance, huh?” Wemmbu says, leaning in close to Parrot’s ear, and he jumps. No way he knows.
Parrot pushes him away by the head, trying to keep a normal voice. “Why’re you asking me about it? I was trying not to drown in the wavepool, bro.”
“Ahh, I see. With Wifies, right?”
Parrot turns around, stopping completely. Wifies and Derapchu notice, the others don’t. “What are you implying, Wemmbu?”
Wemmbu leans in close again, just so only he can hear. “I’m implying that next time you guys should handle your shit elsewhere, buddy.” He says, and Parrot goes rigid. He watches as he catches up with Egg, and talks to him like he didn’t just call him out. He looks over his shoulder and calls out to Parrot. “Monday’s, am I right?” His eyebrow twitches as Wifies walks up to him, Derapchu seeming to lose interest.
“What’s wrong?” Wifies says, but all Parrot wants to do is choke him out on asphalt. What’s wrong is that my babies are being cleaned out of a wavepool by a lifeguard.
“Nothing, bro. Nothing.” He huffs, and keeps walking towards the car. Wifies doesn’t say anything more. He just smiles and takes Parrot’s hand in his, dragging him towards the car. He’s sure he knows what he did. He does know. Little shit.
He decides this as he gets in the car: He’ll make Wifies crash, pray that atleast one of them die in said crash, kill the rest with parts from the car, and shove roadkill down someone else’s throat. Then, for good measure, he’ll set fire to the site. Maybe he’ll end his own life. The perfect plan.
He grimaces two seconds later. Too much work.
It’s late into the day when they get back to the hotel. If Parrot had to guess, around seven, or maybe eight. It’s summer, so the sun hasn’t exactly set yet, but it still hangs low in the sky. Parrot tries to stare at it — dumbly, but squints and turns away quickly. Instead, he looks at the ceiling. And closes his eyes.
Today actually.. wasn’t as bad as he expected it to be. For some reason, he expected Wifies to act out and lash out at something or someone, maybe get pissed off at Parrot for bringing one person extra. But why wouldn’t Egg go wherever Wemmbu goes?
The accident at the pool enters his mind again, and he almost cries out. He sort of wishes that he came alone so he could ask Wifies why in the fuck he thought that was a good idea. His dick twitches in his sweatpants, and he shifts uncomfortably. He doesn’t even want to think about anything sexual.
Mainly because whenever he does, it involves Wifies.
Mapicc nervously laughs, and it catches Parrot’s attention. “Derapchu, why do you always come up with the shittiest ideas?”
“Dude.” He replies. “It’s not shitty! I mean, hey, come on. If not now, when?”
Wemmbu cuts in from his, and his as in Parrot’s hotel bed. “Uh, never, probably. Have you seen my fans?” throwing a ball to the roof and letting it stick. He can never remember what those things are called. Whatever. He rubs his arm and winces. He doesn’t remember hitting it on anything.
“I think I agree with Wemmbu on this one. My fans are weird too, bro. Especially after..” He glances at Wifies, who looks around at everyone else before staring back, and smiling.
“Oh.” Lomedy says, half bored. “Wait. You two aren’t dating?”
“They are.” Spoke says.
“They aren’t, Spoke. Cut it the hell out.” Mapicc says, flicking him on the wrist, and he jerks away, crying out dramatically.
“I mean, I guess you could say that.” Wifies says, shrugging like it’s a casual conversation. Parrot doesn’t indulge. He learned not to a long time ago.
“You know what? Sure. Fine. Let’s, face reveal, or whatever. Why not.” Parrot says, and Derapchu immediately beams.
“Alright, bet! I’ll set up everything. Hold on, hold on.”
Parrot ignores the glare he gets from Wemmbu, and turns to Wifies, who’s surprisingly not staring at him. Which he’s glad for, because he’d probably try to start conversation like a needy dog.
A horrid, awful thought of them being boyfriends plagues Parrot’s mind. He grimaces and looks at his feet instead.
The good side of it would be dating the Wifies that he shows to everyone. Smart, nice, debatably cute, and rich. He guesses. Wifies seems like the perfect boyfriend to any of his parasocial fans, and some normal fans who can admit it without going all the way. But of course, those are only online personas.
In real life, Wifies couldn’t be any more of a disaster. There’s a reason he doesn’t talk to any of his exes, after all. If Wifies would listen to him, Parrot would tell him to check into a mental hospital. Get real help for every single illness that he has. Sure, Wifies can be normal, sometimes. But the other sixty percent of the time he’s evil.
He remembers the time that Derapchu—he glances at him for a second, and then stares back at his feet—was in the bathroom for hours. Reasoning? Wifies got jealous that Parrot was being touchy with him as a joke, and to ‘get back’ at him, Wifies slipped laxatives into Derapchu’s drink. Parrot couldn’t even bring himself to tell him it was Wifies’ fault. He was just lucky he didn’t do something crazier like… horse laxatives or something.
“Yoooooo!” Derapchu’s voice booms in the hotel room, and Parrot’s shoulders raise, and he closes one eye. Does everyone always have to be so loud? “Is this thing on? Hello? Hello?” He says, waving at the camera. He watches Mapicc laugh and scoff to himself. Spoke is.. staring either out the window or at Mapicc. He wouldn’t be surprised if he was. With how much they ask if other people are dating, they’re probably dating themselves. Decent cover up, is all Parrot can think.
His mind wanders to a a weird, weird place before it’s dragged back by Derapchu’s voice.
“I think you guys are really gonna like this stream.” Derapchu says, falling back in his chair. “Some of your favorite YouTubers are gonna do face reveals. Who’s hyped?”
Parrot can’t see the chat, because he’s behind the camera. But looking at the way Derapchu’s eyes are darting up and down the screen, and his smile is growing wider, they’re probably asking who, or they’ve already gotten ideas.
Parrot closes his eyes and lets his head drop.
“Alright. Parrot? You first?
Huh?
He meant to say that out loud. “Huh?” He says, but it comes out strained and awkward. Wifies chuckles, and places a hand on his shoulder, slightly shaking him.
“Yeah, come on! They’re asking for you.”
“How the f–,, uh, how did they–“ Parrot squints. “Did you plan this beforehand? Show me your twitter account, bro.”
At that, Derapchu goes silent, and looks around with an evil grin on his face. “Okay, chat. How about, Wifies!” He says, pointing to him. Wifies stares at Derapchu like a deer in headlights, and Parrot stares at Wifies.
Wifies looks nervous. Probably because of how weird his fans are. How parasocial and weird they can get. Parrot tries to tell him that he can set boundaries. But he wants to be the nice one. The smart, cool, handsome, attractive you-tuber that everyone loves.
Suddenly, he feels irritated. And Wifies has to be victim of it.
“Get up, bro.” Parrot groans, pushing him up. Wifies looks back at him like a lost puppy, what seems to be worry and confusion painting his features. Parrot doesn’t feel bad, or atleast not anymore. “Go. They’re waiting.”
Wifies gives Parrot one last pleading look before he rounds the camera, and stands slightly in frame, chin down showing. “This is how Dream got flamed,” is all he says before he kneels next to Derapchu. For a few seconds, everything is awkward and silent. Everyone in the room exchanging looks, before Derapchu puts his hands towards Wifies in a showing off way. Wifies side eyes him, then waves.
“Hi.” Wifies says, regret clear in his tone, and Parrot almost bursts out laughing at it. Instead, he makes a face that looks like he just ate something sour. “Um. I’m Wifies.”
Parrot slowly looks over to Spoke. Big fucking mistake.
Not only is the entirety of Spoke’s face red, but he’s got a death grip on Mapicc, who also seems to be holding a laugh in. He doesn’t even wanna think about how Wemmbu looks right now.
“No shit,” is all that’s said before the room erupts into laughter.
In Parrot’s defense, he tried his best to not laugh. He really did! But Wifies is so awkward when it comes to crowds. He was awkward at the music festival he and Parrot went to and the crowd wasn’t even there for him. Now, in front of—Parrot leans over the camera to check the viewer count, trying not to go too into frame—six thousand people, he probably wants to die.
He looks at Wifies, who’s already looking dead at him, and he feels a little bad. The chat is probably going wild for him, and he wonders how they’ll act for him.
“Okay, yeah. Haha. Funny. Who’s next?” Wifies looks between Egg, Wemmbu, and Parrot. His eyes flick around, then stop on Wemmbu. He puts his hands up and shakes his head. “No.”
Egg giggles, and grabs Wemmbu’s hand, forcing him off the bed. “Come on bro. You said we have to be brave.”
“No the hell I didn’t?” Wemmbu nervously chuckles, hardly fighting against being dragged into the camera. “Let me– Yo!” He tries one last time to pull away, before he gives up and sits next to Wifies, Egg behind him peeking over his shoulder.
Derapchu smiles, and glances between them and the chat. The messages are probably positive. He doesn’t know how. Wemmbu is so white he gets mistaken for cosplaying as a vampire all year round. Egg is cute. But if he says that out loud near Wifies, they might never see each other again. So he’ll keep it to himself.
“See? Everyone loves you guys!” Derapchu says, probably amused at the amount of views he has. “Parrot, you’re up bud.” He says, and Parrot stares at his hand that’s curling towards him in a ‘come here’ sense.
“Man, me and Egg face revealed together,” Wemmbu says, voice cracking. “Why couldn’t you just do it in a pair with Wifies?”
“Aura, bro.” Parrot says simply. Because he thinks it’s a decent line. Derapchu grimaces, and Wemmbu rolls his eyes, but as he sits on the floor next to Derapchu, it’s utterly forgotten.
Just as before, the stream goes quiet for a second as everyone takes in his features. And he doesn't think he’s absolutely horrible looking; brown, styled hair, brown eyes, compared to Wemmbu, tan, and nothing else, really.
He almost giggles to himself like a schizophrenic. Just some guy. Who makes content, obviously.
“Hey everyone.” He says, and Wifies is staring at him. He wishes he would stop. They’re on camera. “It’s Parrot. Your favorite guy.” He smiles, and everyone in the room argues against it.
Maybe face revealing around five years into your career isn’t so bad. At least nobody laughed at him like they did with Dream.
Face revealing proved itself to be fun.
he won’t have to worry about people doing weird clickbait videos, promising that they’ll show his face at the end of it. He won’t have to worry about going out in public and getting recognized by his voice anymore, either.
He vaguely remembers riding the bus with Wifies once. He doesn’t remember where they were going. Wifies was probably spoiling him after he mentioned something he wanted once and subtly. The important part of the memory is that Wifies led him to the back of the bus quietly because some Minecraft–looking–fans were staring at them. Wifies didn’t tell him til after.
Nevermind. No part of that memory is important. He wants it burned. What he was really wondering before his mind ran to other things was if his voice was really that recognizable.
Anyway, he’s made it this far and face revealed, not being caught once in public. He guesses. He can’t really be sure of that.
After two hours of horsing around, getting noise complaints, playing trivia, doing prank calls, and getting tackled by Wifies, they end the stream and promise another one tomorrow. Which Parrot and Wifies eye each other on, because they aren’t too sure about that, but Derapchu will probably bribe them into doing it.
As Parrot’s laying on one of the hotel beds, sprawled out, and trying to ignore the smell of sweat and musk in the room, his stomach growls. He coughs dryly right after to try to cover it up, but of course he isn’t the only one.
“Speaking of hunger,” Nobody said anything. “I’m starved. What are we eating?” Flame asks, and Lomedy pokes his head up from the other side of the bed. “Pizza?”
Everyone else seems too tired to argue, so a wave of ‘yeah’ travels across the room. It’s silent for a moment, before Mapicc groans. “Someone’s gotta go pick it up. They take too long to deliver.”
Spoke whines. “How would you know?” and Mapicc squints. “You don’t live in this state.”
“So? I’ve been to others.”
“The fuck does that mean?”
“It means they are slow everywhere. Uh, Parrot.” Mapicc calls out, and for some reason, his stomach drops. All he can think is why me?
“Can you and, uh, Wifies go pick it up if I order? I’ll put it in his name.”
Parrot looks around, and glances at Wifies. Who is, per usual, staring dead at him. “Why do I have to go?”
“Cause you guys are together.” Mapicc says like it’s obvious.
“Wait,” Spoke sat up. “You agree now?”
“We aren’t—okay,” Parrot sighs. He’s tired of fighting this same battle. It always ends up as a loss on his side or a draw.
“I’ll go.”
Massachusetts is boring.
If Parrot had gotten to pick the place, maybe they would’ve gone to a popular state like California. Los Angeles, specifically. Or maybe not. He hears weird shit about the place. But anywhere would be better than Massachusetts.
The only reason they settled on this place is because Wifies couldn’t go anywhere. He’s got important things in school coming up. But they couldn’t have gone any other time because Lomedy has to go take care of his grandma for the fifteenth time. He would too. He doesn’t know why he’s questioning it.
Oddly, he wonders if Wifies would take care of him if he was sick. He knows the answer. It has happened before. Somewhere deep down in him, he hopes he gets sick again.
Wifies is driving, like he always does, and because it’s his car. He opened the door for Parrot, because it’s his car, he guesses. He noticed Spoke looking through the hotel window at them and smiling. They’re probably talking about them being together again, which he’s glad he’s not there to hear.
Massachusetts has nothing interesting in its environment.
To be fair, where he lives doesn’t either. It’s dull, and all he does is create content, deal with twelve year old trolls while creating said content, go to school, and think about killing himself.
He turns to stare at Wifies, who for once can’t stare back unless he thinks it’s worth both of their lives. And he knows that he would rather destroy everything and everyone around him before even laying a hand with evil intent on Parrot. Or let anyone else do it.
Wifies whistles to himself idly, it’s a tune that Parrot doesn’t recognize at all, but he can’t really focus on that when his eyes wander to the death grip he has on the steering wheel. He raises a brow, and looks back at his face for a sign of, well, anything, and finds nothing.
So curiously, a little pervertedly, his eyes travel. To his neck.. his chest.. his crotch…
Wifies notices him staring when they get to a stoplight.
“Parrot?” Wifies calls out, he thinks. He’s not sure, actually. It’s as if his vision has dimmed down to the obvious boner in his pants, and he can’t help himself from asking:
“Do you want help with that?” Parrot points, and Wifies’ gaze follows his finger to where he’s pointing, and he gulps, cheeks and ears going red. Parrot almost loves how easy he is to rile up.
“Uh,” Is all he can say, then he goes back to focusing on the road. “No. We should.. get the food first.” Parrot watches his grip on the wheel tighten and tap nervously, and he thinks about his options for a moment.
On one shoulder, the angel is telling him to leave Wifies alone. That no means no, and he shouldn’t be lustful. At least not this lustful to a situationship. The other shoulder, the devil, or maybe it’s just him, is cheering him on, maybe they’ll both crash and die, but it wouldn’t be too bad.
He decides stupidly that yes, dying sucking dick is not the worst thing in the world, so he sheepishly takes his hand out of his hoodie pocket and reaches for his dick, only for his hand to be stopped. He jolts harder than he should. He looks up at a Wifies who is desperately trying to avoid his gaze. Lucky asshole. He’d pounce if he wasn’t driving.
“Parrot. I have to focus on driving. No. Okay?” Wifies tries, a little more stern and controlling this time, but Parrot isn’t an idiot; He can hear the small shake in the rumble of his voice, and Parrot internally pouts. But a hand won’t stop him.
He unbuckles his seatbelt so he won’t have to twist his upper body in an uncomfortable way to reach, and uses his other hand to quickly pull down his sweatpants just enough to reveal the hard-to-see wet patch on his boxers. He hears Wifies moan bashedly above him, and he lets go of his other hand, placing it back on the steering wheel. “Parrot,” he says, breathless as Parrot begins to mouth and suck on the fabric, wetting it further. But he feels something… hard?
His tongue stops, and Wifies seems to freeze up too. They must be at a stoplight, he hopes. No—no, not hard as in Wifies’ dick, something actually, like, solid. “The hell is this?” Parrot says, pulling away for a second to try to examine the area.
With the little light that the streetlights and stoplights are giving him, ignoring Wifies dick being straight up fighting against his boxers, at the tip, he can see..
“Do you have a fucking piercing on your dick?” Parrot says out loud before he can catch himself. Wifies stammers, trying to find a reasonable response, but after seconds of waiting, Parrot gets impatient. He latches his fingers around Wifies waistband and tugs it down. And oh, God.
“Parrot,” Wifies whines. But it barely registers to Parrot as he eyes the head of Wifies dick. A piercing.
“Holy shit, Wifies.” Parrot feels breathless. He can hear Wifies breathing heavily right above him, and it doesn’t slow down even as the light turns green and the car begins to move again. “You—a piercing? Freak ass!” Parrot says, swatting his dick.
Wifies jerks forward and lets out a whimper that repeats in Parrot’s mind for a second, and he feels the car jerk to the left by a little before correcting itself again.
“Focus.” Is all Parrot says, before taking the head in his mouth. One of Wifies’ hand races from the wheel to his mouth to cover it as Parrot’s tongue messes with the piercing, swirling it around and occasionally sucking it.
On the other hand, Parrot is only slightly struggling. If he’s honest with himself, Wifies is the only person he has sex with, and in general is the only person he’s ever had sex with. So paired with the fact they don’t get the chance to see each other often, let alone be alone to do something like this, Parrot admittedly has a terrible gag reflex.
But that hasn’t ever stopped Parrot from taking him. Both ways. So as the car moves on and Wifies whimpers and whines grow more vocal, Parrot takes his full length and gags when the head touches the back of his throat, closing his eyes as they water.
“Parrot– Parrot, fuooh.. Mmha, fuck—“
If he could look up at Wifies right now, he’d probably have tears in his eyes. Pupils dilated, and sweat all over his face with the most cutest, pathetic look ever. Parrot would love it. It makes him envious that he can’t see it. Oh, that’s enough to get him hard.
“Parrot, come—mhmmm—on. P-please. Gonna..” Wifies gasps and winces. Parrot knows what he’s going to say. And if Parrot was a good man, he’d keep sucking and give him what he wants.
But he isn’t a good man. He’s a strong one. So he pulls off with an odd wet sound and watches Wifies face twist in confusion when he pulls his boxers and sweatpants back up.
“Huh…P-Parrot..” Wifies whimpers, like a dog. “Whu..”
Parrot takes a hold of Wifies’ chin and turns it to the road. “You gotta turn here. The Pizza Hut is in that food court. Even I know that, and I don’t live around here.” Parrot sends a sly smirk his way, and the dragged out whine that Wifies lets out after the sentence almost makes him finish in his pants. He’s so overly needy.
Despite just being edged in the most horrible situation, he takes the turn and pulls into the small parking lot of the Pizza Hut. But when he puts the car into park, he turns his head to Parrot. “Parrooot..” He calls out. Parrot hums in reply, giving him a shit eating grin. “T-there’s no way.. I can’t go in like this. Please.” Wifies says in a hoarse voice. “Can you just—“ Wifies looks at the problem between his thighs, and he presses on it. The moan that travels around the car is so lewd that Parrot almost yells at him to shut up.
Parrot pretends to think for a moment, but he already knows what he’ll say. “I think not. You can wait here while I get the pizza. And don’t touch yourself. I’ll know.” Parrot points a finger at him, and he lowers his head. He looks like a dog that has been kicked to the curb.
“Please, Parrot. J-Just finish me—“
“Or what?” Parrot cuts him off, and he simply stares. “Gonna what? Jerk off on the pizza or something when I bring it back?”
Wifies bites his lip, and his ears go red. “On yours, Y-Yeah.”
…Okay? Sure?
Parrot’s grin goes to a smile, and he squints as he unlocks the car door and gets out, leaving a pitiful Wifies in the car to die alone. He wipes around his mouth for any saliva as he walks towards the pizza place.
Thankfully, when he gets in, there is no line, hardly any people in besides the old couple eating near the window, and he can see a box with a receipt on it. Bingo.
The worker, who looks like a teenager and far too overworked, stares at him as he approaches the counter, and it makes it a little awkward as Parrot starts to talk.
“Uh, hey. For—“
“WHY-FEES? Yep. Got it.” He says, turning to grab the pizza and practically shoves it into his hands. He has half the mind to say, Oh, no, this isn’t my pizza, you idiot fuck! Maybe let me finish next time.
But he doesn’t have time for that. This pizza can’t get cold, and he needs to finish sucking off his best friend who’s probably throwing a fit in the car as he stands. So instead, his lips curl into a smile, and he nods. “Thanks. Have a nice night.” He turns before the boy can reply. He’s not sure that he was going to. Whatever. He doesn’t care. He grabs some napkins on the way out, and uses his foot to get the door open.
When he makes it to the car, unexpectedly, he’s moved to the backseat. But as Parrot expected, Wifies is an absolute mess. He hasn’t finished yet, so thankfully he listened, but his hair is a mess, sticking to his forehead. His cheeks are rosy red and there’s sweat all over his body. And the cherry on top, he’s trying to get friction by rubbing his thighs together. He turns to Parrot who’s putting the pizza on the backseat, and mouths what he wants to say. Parrot
Wifies will always be cute in his eyes.
“Yeah yeah. I hear you. You’re lucky you’ve got tinted windows. Quit whining. I’ll help.” He coos, and he watches Wifies slowly nod, but freezing midway.
“Move this pizza to the front,” Wifies chokes out. “Before I come on it.”
What is with him and wanting to nut on the pizza?
Still, he doesn’t take the threat lightly and moves it to the driver seat for the time being. He’s going to assume that he wants him to come to the back, so he gets out of the car, and opens the backseat door.
Wifies is already half undressed, sweatpants on the floor and boxers pulled down just enough to free his dick that his vision keeps hollowing around because when and why on earth did he get a piercing? And why does it make him so much hotter?
“You’re making me feel bad for leaving you, bro. It was only two minutes.” Parrot chuckles, closing the door and staring into Wifies eyes. But they’ve grown darker. And hungrier.
“D-Don’t ‘bro’ me. You’re not getting out of this without a hurt ass. I think I got f-fuckin.. blue balls. Shit.” Wifies mumbles, and Parrot’s smile immediately drops as Wifies quickly does a few things.
First, he forces Parrot’s black sweatpants to his ankles, before deciding that he doesn’t want them to stay on and pushes them all the way off, along with his boxers.
Secondly, he yanks Parrot onto him, making Parrot straddle him, gaining him a yelp as Parrot grabs onto the seat for support, staring down at him with wide eyes.
Third, he takes Parrot’s dick in his hand and his in the other, and just as he’s about to push them together, to get what he’s been chasing, Parrot’s hand reaches out.
“W-Wait.” Parrot mumbles. But he looks down at Wifies, and that seems like the last word that he wanted to hear. Wait. And he has blue balls. Wifies is so tolerant.
“We can’t—No. No rubbing. I can just. Help?”
Wifies shakes his head as soon as the question comes. “No, Parrot. I–… I need this d-dude. Come on. It’ll be dry and quick.”
“Theres nothing fucking dry about that shit after five minutes with you.”
The statement seems to actually get to him, because he lets Parrot’s dick go..
..and wets his ring and middle fingers.
“Wifies.” Parrot calls out, already shaking his head, but his body is telling Wifies yes, and so is his dick, because it’s upright and leaking. He watches as Wifies raises him by his waist with his free hand, and drags his fingers to his hole. He feels the wetness prodding against him. “Wifies, Wifies—“
The moan that he lets out makes him want to cry right then and there, but instead he bites his lip hard as Wifies fingers slowly sink into him.
“Doesn’t feel so good.. D-Does it?” Wifies sneers, hips twitching up for a moment. Their dicks momentarily slide against each other, and both let out a moan followed by a sigh. Before Parrot can recover from it, Wifies fingers are already curling and stretching inside of him.
“Ah, uh, uh—ifies, mmh, mmmmghno, fuck, I—“ Parrot sputters out, rolling his hips in an attempt to follow Wifies fingers. Wifies is probably going to shove his dick inside of him, and Parrot is really wishing that he would hurry that up.
The pizza temperature grazes his mind. He forgets about it when Wifies long fingers hit a spot he can never quite reach.
After awhile of the car being drowned in Parrot’s soft gasps and yelps, Wifies sluggishly takes his fingers out of him, and he feels impossibly empty. Wifies pulls his fingers up to his mouth and sucks on them, swirling his tongue around them before pulling them out, and disgustingly smearing his saliva on Parrot’s waist when he goes to lift him up.
Parrot helps slightly, using the seat for support to pull himself up and hover over Wifies’ length. Every time they have sex, Parrot has to remember how large Wifies is again, and every time Wifies pushes into Parrot, he has to learn how to take it again.
So even though this little.. beneficial thing has been going on for months, starting when Wifies was in a relationship with someone, (god, he doesn’t want to get into that. The look on his now ex-girlfriend’s face when she walked in on them and Wifies was balls deep in him. He wanted to die.) and it hasn’t stopped. Not now. And he doesn’t really.. want it to.
He sinks onto Wifies smoothly despite the piercing, and he feels him go as far as his body will let him. Wifies has hit the spot so many times that every time it’s even grazed, Parrot jerks weirdly and becomes sensitive over every inch of his body. It’s almost embarrassing.
“Parrot. Fuck. Fuuuck…”
“Wifies,” Parrot whines. “Hurr–y.. the fuck up, man. The, uhg, pizza.”
“Forget about that pizza.” Wifies groans, lifting Parrot up slightly. “Focus on me.”
And with that, he slams Parrot back down.
A series of moans and whimpers come from both of their throats, raw and probably too loud. They both take a minute to readjust after it. Parrot’s head feels like it’s spinning and ripping itself in half at once. He’s going to die all over again, and Wifies is going to enjoy every second of it.
Parrot’s head actually falls back this time, and he bucks slightly so the head of Wifies’ dick hits a good spot in him, and he jolts backwards in an attempt to reverse it.
Wifies raises Parrot back up again, and lets out a groan. “So good, oh, Parrot. So, so good—“ Before he can finish his praise, he drops Parrot back down onto him.
He feels lightheaded. If there’s any blood left in his head, it sure isn’t doing anything because the majority of it has rushed to his dick and is making it pulse. He cries out, and makes a sort of garbled sound to try to communicate to Wifies that he needs that handled, but as he’s lifted up again, his brain is turned into utter mush.
“Help,” is all Parrot chokes out, after a long time of skin slapping against skin, and Wifies peels an eye open to look him up and down, eyeing his dick that’s leaking onto his stomach, some spilling into his belly button. And just when Parrot is about to moan in relief at the pleasure, he instead lets out a high pitched whine.
Because no, Wifies did not grab his dick. But he flicked it.
Parrot’s mouth quirks, and he flinches as if someone blew an air horn. The small, weak attempt that he makes to rub his dick is useless, because he instead softly places that hand on Wifies’ throat. But stupid Parrot, he forgot just how sensitive Wifies is, because immediately after, Wifies pulls Parrot down with a rough slam and freezes there. Parrot feels it fucking twitch.
“Shit,” Wifies cries out, tears forming as he screws his eyes shut and holds Parrot there. Parrot feels Wifies hand quickly travel up his back and stop at his hair, squeezing it.
Parrot doesn’t even notice himself finishing over Wifies stomach due to his blurred vision and dead brain. All he knows is that it feels good. So, so insanely good.
Parrot falls forward onto Wifies, and internally grimaces at the fact his stomach is now also covered in his mess.
And he can feel Wifies’ spend dripping out of him.
The pizza might as well be recooked.
“Yo, what the fuck took you both so long?!” Derapchu snaps as soon as they walk in, and Parrot knowingly closes his eyes. He figured it would either be Wemmbu or Derapchu saying that. But when he opens one eye to stare at Wemmbu, he has an odd look on his face. Like he knows what took them so long. He probably does. He ignores it.
“Is that all you say?” Parrot huffs.
“Sorry.” Wifies says, rubbing the back of his head. “They were taking forever to make the pizza. Busy, I guess. But we’ve got it now. So..” Wifies places the pizza box down on the bed, opening it to reveal half sausage and half pepperoni. “Dig in, I guess.”
Parrot raises a brow, and looks at Wifies. “Wait. You’re not eating?”
Wifies shakes his head and points to the bathroom. Parrot idiotically follows his hand. “Gonna shower first. Try to leave some for me. Please?”
“Yeah, no fucking chance, Wifies.” Flame says, snagging two pieces, but Lomedy snatches one and takes a huge bite out of it, earning an angry growl from Flame. Lomedy laughs, and waves to Wifies dismissively. “Nah, don’t worry Wifies, I got you!” Lomedy says around a bite of pizza.
Wifies smiles and nods his head, walking towards the bathroom, but not without eyeing Parrot and squinting his eyes at him. But before he can comment on it, Wifies is in the bathroom, door shut. He would blow his tongue if that wasn’t childish.
Instead, he turns around and sits on the bed, grabbing a pepperoni slice and biting into it. It’s still warm, kind of, but his appetite is almost ruined with how many times Wifies threatened to come on it. He looks down at it like he actually did.
“So,” Derapchu says, breaking the silence. “The internet—“
“Derapchu, shut the hell up, man.” Mapicc says, and Egg giggles. Why the hell did Egg come along, Parrot is just now asking. “Chew your food first.” Mapicc bites, but he’s right, and Derapchu knows that, because he groans and rolls his eyes, swallowing the pizza in his mouth.
“The internet is blowing up. Obviously people like Wifies face, but Wemmbu isn’t doing too bad, either.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m pretty. Thanks.”
Lomedy turns to Wemmbu, and squints. “Well..”
Derapchu laughs, then coughs in a attempt to cover it up. “You’re…. Not really, man. Your content is saving your ass.”
“Not true.” Wemmbu shakes his head. “I’m naturally pretty.”
“I must be a goddess then.” Parrot mumbles, leaning on the headboard. Wemmbu doesn’t reply to him, just stares, before he falls back into conversation with the rest.
He really is praying that Wemmbu says nothing.
And when the pizza is gone, two slices left for Wifies who gets out of the shower eventually, They all settle down. Wemmbu and Egg go back to their room, Derapchu decides he’ll wander around the city for a bit, Spoke and Mapicc crash into one bed, Flame and Lomedy the other, and Wifies makes a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor for him and Parrot
He hates to admit how fast he accepted the offer, how fast he moved into Wifies arms when the lights turned off, and how fast he fell asleep in the warmth of them. But he can’t always be strong, can he?