actually have a small fic cuz im in a writing mood but its a little late for me to be writing anything huge rn
Zoot wasnāt sure how he ended up sitting between Floyd and Janice, but it wasnāt like he minded. Sure, he liked being with them. So it wasnāt an issue⦠that was, until the two musicians decided to take an opportunity to screw with Zoot. Their method? Relentlessly teasing him until he got flustered. It started subtly, with Floyd pretending to squeeze Zootās knee, then Janice hovering wiggling fingers over his side. Zoot took a minute to even notice it, but once he did? Dang it, he thought. This again. What again? He wasnāt certain himself but Janice and Floyd certainly doing it on purpose. Then it evolved to a soft poke under his arm, making him squeak, and then light scribble down his ribs, drawing out a quiet gasp. But the moment he looked at either one of them? They were minding their own business, looking away or whistling as if they hadnāt done a thing. Just what kind of āgameā were they playing here? Still, Zoot didnāt get up and leave. His cheeks tingled very faintly, and the two musicians instantly knew that their little plan was working. It was only when the two of them both took turns prodding at his torso one at a time that someone, at last, decided to say something.
āWuzzamatter, saxman?ā Floyd asked with a cocky smirk. āYer lookinā all red in the face! Kinda like a tomato! Whatās wrong, huh? Gonna do anything?ā
āLike, yeah, Zoot!ā Janice chimed in. āWow, Floyd, you donāt thinkā¦! Could it beā¦?! Heās like, totally ticklish? Are you ticklish, Zootie? Is he like, all ticklish and stuff? Is heeee~?ā
Floyd chuckled as he watched Zootās blush deepen, his eyebrow twitching at the mention of the word āticklishā. The repetition didnāt help, either. āOho, ya think so, Janice? I donāt hear any gigglinā, maybe we should tickle him more til heās gotta laugh! Cāmon, Zoot, laugh for us! I betcha wanna laugh sooo bad!ā
āOhh, fer sure! Tickle tickle tickle, Zoot!ā Janice strummed her fingers along Zootās stomach, mimicking playing her guitar. That made Zoot jolt in place, barely holding back a snort. As gentle as she was being right now, it tickled a lot for him. āAw, whoās a ticklish sax player? Like, you are! Youāre so ticklish! Lookit him, like, heās totes adorbs!ā
āJā JAH-! Jahahaniceā! Ngh!ā Zoot put a hand over his mouth to try and silence the laughter threatening to burst from his mouth like a pot left boiling for too long. āDonāt, dā donātā donāt!ā
āDonāt what? We aināt even doinā much of nothinā! I think yer overreacting.ā Floyd said as he trailed his fingers up and down the saxophonistās side, from his ribs to his waist. It was taking everything within Zoot to not start squirming like Animal when they tried to give him a bath, and Floyd could tell. āSomeone must be reeeeal tickle-tickle-ticklish if this is gettinā a rise outta ya! Oh, ya donāt like that word, do ya? Does it embarrass you? Haha, thatās silly, aināt it?ā
āIām nnNNNOTTā!! Pff-fff- ah- hah! Guysthisisntcoolatallpleaseeeh!ā Zoot shivered as he tried to lower his head so his hat would obscure his flushed expression, but itās not like that would make these two jerks quit bullying him. āIām n- notā ahahā cut it out!ā
āHeās like, still holding it in, Floyd! Yāknow what we should do?ā Janice made eye contact with the bassist, who was already right on board with her. Like they were communicating telepathically.
āIām pickinā up what youāre puttinā down, mālady! Letās show Mr. Tough Guy over here!ā Floyd grinned. Fuck, Zoot knew that grin anywhere, despite how forgetful and foggy-headed he was. The āyouāre doomed, buddyā one.
Before Zoot could even attempt protesting, Janice and Floyd pounced at the same time. Both used one hand each to tickle both his armpits, while both of their other hands went for his tummy, with Floyd paying special attention to the sensitive, star-shaped button right in the middle of Zootās stomach that made him squeal if somebody did as much as lightly poke it. The verbal teasing didnāt stop, either. Every āTickle tickle tickle!ā, every āKitchy kitchy coo!ā, it was all steadily breaking him down until he couldnāt keep it contained any longer, both from how badly it tickled and just how ridiculous and silly it was. Tears filled Zootās eyes behind his sunglasses as he finally let loose and started laughing freely, his wheezy giggles filling the air.
āKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHH! GUYS NOHOHO- AAAHA- PLEHEHEHEHEHEEEASE IT TIHIHIHICKLES! HEHEHEHEHEHEEE I CAHAHAHANāT TAKE IHIHIHIHIT!ā Zoot pleaded through his uncontrollable cackles. āEEHEHEHEHEE Y- YOHOHOU MURDERERS! YAHAHAHAāLL ARE GONNA KILL MEHEHEEEE!!ā
āTheeere he is! Boy, are you loud! Hehe, and here I thought allll this time you were the quiet one in our group?ā Floyd leaned in a bit closer, just so his long and wispy mustache would tickle Zootās neck. āAwwwh, ya poor guy, must suck beinā so darn ticklish!ā
āFLOHOHOHOYD NOHOHAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHEHEHEH!ā Zootās shoulders scrunched up, doing little to shield his neck from the tickly whiskers. āBE REHEHEHEASONABLE- AAHAHAH JANICEEE!ā
Janice would only smile like an innocent ray of sunshine as she dug into the hollow are beneath Zootās arm, an absolute insta-kill move. āTotally! But itās like, great for us, because heās just so cute! Isnāt that right, Zootie? Or should I say Cutie? Wow, like, it even rhymes, too!ā
Zoot could barely speak at this point. Whenever he tried, more giggles and wheezes spilt from his throat. āNO- GHHAHAHAHAHAHAHE! Y- YOU-! AHAHAAA! PL- PLEHEHE- HEHEHEEEE! MERCYHEEHAHAHAHAHH! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAH! GHHAHAHAHA!ā
āNow, just what in the blessed bayou is functioninā in this junction?ā A familiar voice joined in. Dr. Teeth. Oh, finally. He must have heard the commotion and come to rescue him. The tickling ceased momentarily, just long enough for Zoot to at least half catch his breath.
āHahh.. Teeth⦠haha.. help, p- please!ā The sax player said between breaths.
The good doctor looked as if he was carefully considering his options here, but that was swiftly thrown away when Zoot saw those ringed fingers wiggling as Teeth approached him. Janice and Floyd held Zootās arms, making sure he couldnāt lower them. It was over. āHowzabout I give you a second opinion first, Zootie~?ā
āN- NOO-!ā This was gonna be a long afternoonā¦