Summary: During the filming of an Every Blank Ever sketch, the cast finds out that Shayne is pretty sensitive.
Notes: Day Five of my 31 days of fics!
“Can you just stay still?” Courtney begged, a hint of desperation in her voice. They were filming a new Smosh skit, Every Prom Ever, and they were filming a scene where Courtney was a tailor and Shayne was a high schooler, getting his tux tailored. The only issue was that Shayne couldn’t stop squirming during the takes. At first, Ian, who’s directing this skit, just thought that Shayne was antsy. After all, the blonde had a ton of My Favourite Coffee this morning when he had gotten into the office.
During one take, Shayne ended up giggling as Courtney extended the tape measure over his midriff. Ian didn’t call cut for a few seconds, he was kind of shocked that such a cute, childish sound came out of their resident buff guy, Courtney stood shocked too. Shayne just looked down like a scorned puppy, a slight blush on his cheeks.
They ran the scene a few more times, receiving the same result every time. Before Shayne could splutter out his millionth apology, Ian grabbed his phone from his pocket, putting up one finger as if to say ‘give me a second’.
“Hey, yeah Kimmy, could you meet us in the skit studio?” Ian paused for a moment, presumably waiting for a response from Kimmy.
“Yeah, for sure, thank you. Can you get a wig? Yeah, that’s perfect, we need a mom for this one scene, only one or two lines. Alright, see you then.”
Within only a few minutes, Kimmy was rushing through the door, dressed like a soccer mom.
“Perfect!” Ian exclaimed, “thank you so much for coming on such short notice, it’ll only be a line or two.”
Kimmy smiled wide, nodding enthusiastically, “of course, don’t even worry about it!”
Ian gestured towards Shayne, smirking a little bit before looking back at Kimmy. “So, our pal Shayne here is playing a high schooler that’s getting fitted for his prom tuxedo. There’s just one problem, it turns out that Shayne is a little too ticklish for his own good, so, could you play his mom?”
“Of course! What do you want me to do?”
“The scene will go exactly how it went before,” Ian began, looking towards Courtney and Shayne, “but when Shayne starts to laugh, I need you to say ‘I know it tickles sweetie, but you need to stay still, the nice lady is just trying to help you’. Shayne, after that, you’ll just groan and pout, you know, like how teens do.”
Shayne was blushing at all the attention that was on him regarding his ticklishness, but he nodded nonetheless, preparing himself for the scene. He certainly was embarrassed now, but at least Ian was trying his best to make it seem as if it were intentional. At least Shayne wouldn’t have to fake a blush.
This time, Courtney was a little handsier, and it definitely elicited a fair amount of giggles from Shayne, but the take as a whole was good. It was the final scene that they had left to film for the day, so they went back to the office to chill in the Smosh Pit room afterwards.
Shayne sat down, trying his best to block out his little outburst, but of course, Ian had to walk in with that dumb look on his face. “So Shayne, I don’t think any of us knew you were ticklish.”
“I knew!” Damien piped up, a smug smile on his face, “after ten years of friendship and Shayne’s complete inability to handle soft touch, it seems pretty obvious.”
Ian opened his mouth, shocked, “no way! And you didn’t bother to tell us?”
Ian plopped down next to Shayne on the couch, Courtney walking in at just the right time, choosing to sit on Shayne’s other side.
“Couldn’t betray my boy Shayne here, thought it would be best for everyone else to find out on their own. Now that you know though, I think it’s fair game to say that he’s worst under his arms.”
“You know what you are? A big fucking traitor, Damien, that’s what you are.” Shayne tried to sound intimidating, but Courtney and Ian both had big smiles plastered on their faces, and he knew what was coming. “Just so you both know, Damien is ridiculously ticklish. I’d say even more ticklish than I am, so maybe you guys should try that instead.”
Before Shayne could even think about an escape plan, Courtney had leaned in and placed a raspberry on his neck, Ian joining in by spidering his fingers up Shayne’s ribs.
Shayne started giggling immediately, which seemed to be very rewarding and encouraging to both of his attackers, who kept up their games.
Courtney decided to lay a raspberry on Shayne’s ear, and the squeal that Shayne let out was shrill and loud… and kind of adorable.
“Ihihihit tihihihickles!” Shayne giggled, shaking his head rapidly back and forth while trying to rid his ear of the vibrations.
“Awww, is someone ticklish? Is someone a giggly little boi?” Courtney teased, adding her fingers into the mix and wiggling them over Shayne’s toned tummy.
“Shuhuhut up Cohohourt!” Shayne tried to protest through his laughter, which had turned from giggles into belly laughter. “Dahahames hehehelp mehehe!”
“No can do buddy, I think you kind of need this, and it’s kind of entertaining, honestly.”
Ian decided to go in for the kill, and he quickly squirmed both hands under Shayne’s arms. Shayne screeched, struggling hard and trying to protect himself. How can simple touch be so unbearable?
“Hey, is everything alright in here?” Shayne’s screeching had been so loud that it had attracted the attention of the SG team, and Wes had been sent to check to make sure everything was alright. When he realized what was going on, he titled his head, a small smile on his face, “Aww, cute. You’re ticklish, Shayne?”
Shayne wanted to curl up in a ball and hide, somehow his face managed to go even redder than it was in the first place. Luckily for him, Ian and Courtney took this as their cue to cut it out, Courtney still cooing at Shayne as he came down from his giggle-high.
“He is ticklish,” Courtney confirmed.
“Insanely so,” Ian finished.
Shayne placed his head in his hands, shaking it back and forth. He was embarrassed, this was so, so embarrassing, but he still couldn’t stop giggling. He hadn’t been tickled like that since Damien and him had been roommates… he kind of didn’t mind it.
Courtney ruffled Shayne’s hair, trying to save him the rest of his embarrassment, and Ian looked up at Damien, a similar mischievous glint in his eyes.
“So, you’re ticklish Dami?”
“Nope, not doing this.” Damien said, bolting out of the room.
“Oh no you don’t!” Ian called after him, and then the chase was on.
“You okay?” Courtney looked at Shayne as he brought his face up. Shayne nodded, a cute smile still on his face. “Want some revenge?”
