Mostly focused on Pico x Whitty (Bulletbomb), but still Bf x Pico x Whitty (Bicobomb)
Fic below the cut!
**Auther Note: Breif mentions of sex, but nothing happens. Like I said, I don't do lemons. NOT SMUT! It's just Pico reasuring Whitty that he respects his Asexuality (It's canon that Whitty's a romantic ace, how cool is that? I'm a romantic ace, so it's nice to have some ace characters out there). So yeah, no lemons, just affectionate physical contact (hugs, kisses, that whole thing where person A runs their fingers through person B's hair, that stuff. Figured I should put that note here just in case. Onwards!**
Affection was a strange thing to Whitty. He wasn't accustomed to receiving love, he never had a romantic partner before. So when he ended up with two boyfriends, he wasn't sure what to do. The ins and outs of relationships wasn't something Whitty really knew. From what he could tell, neither did Pico, to some extent. Whenever it was just the two of them, there was this feeling of distance. Whitty loved Pico, and Pico loved him too, but neither of them really knew how to approach each other when it came to affection. Fortunately, Boyfriend was full of love, and never tried to hide it. In the beginning, Whitty felt overwhelmed by Boyfriend's constant lovey-dovey nature, despite the man's short stature, he managed to smother Whitty and Pico with attention.
Whitty never fully realized how much he needed love till he finally had it. He's come to realize that he's "touch starved" as Boyfriend called it. The first time Bf had cuddled up to him was nothing that big, but to Whitty, it meant the world. They were on the couch watching tv when Bf had suddenly snuggled into Whitty's side. When Whitty first felt the soft mass on his side, he froze, unsure. Then Bf started rubbing his back, and that's when he broke. Thick, black tears flowed down his face, and Bf thought he had upset Whitty. When Whitty explained that wasn't the case, Boyfriend cuddled him even more. It was a little memory Whitty will always cherish.
Right now however, Bf was out running errands, and it was just Pico and Whitty on the couch. They sat apart from each other, and there was an awkward silence between them. It felt so easygoing when Bf was there, why was it so quiet without him? Whitty was unsure of what to do. He really liked Pico, but he wasn't always sure how to approach him. B loved any and all affection, but Pico seemed more reserved.
The two men were watching tv. Well, sort of. Pico appeared to be really deep in thought. His face was tense, eyebrows knitted together. His fingers were intertwined, resting against his face. Whitty was busy watching Pico. He wasn't used to asking for love, but he honestly wanted to be closer to Pico. Both in a metaphorical and literal sense. He wanted to run his fingers through Pico's orange hair and hold him close. But would Pico want that? Especially now? He seemed to be thinking about something important, but what? Whitty almost jolted when Pico's eyes suddenly met his own. "You alright big man? You've been staring at me for a while." Whitty averted his eyes, somewhat embarrassed. "Ah, sorry. I was just- zoning out, I guess." Whitty rubbed the back of his head, a nervous tick of his. "Hmm." Pico hummed. Whitty awkwardly shifted. After a bit more awkward silence, Pico spoke again. "Hey Whits? Can I ask ya something?" Whitty tilted his head, then hesitantly nodded. "Do I… make ya uncomfortable?" Pico stared into Whitty's eyes, not breaking contact. Whitty was taken aback.
Uncomfortable? He wasn't sure if "uncomfortable" was the word he'd use. Nervous maybe, but not always bad. He just felt distant from Pico (which was kind of crazy considering the fact that they lived together). Whitty stammered a bit on his words. "I mean… no? You don't make me uncomfortable. I just… I dunno… feel like we could be… closer?" Pico raised a brow at this. "Closer?" Pico asked, his head turned towards Whitty. Whitty started fidgeting with his hoodie strings. "Yeah, closer. I mean, I feel like we don't… hang out enough. Just you and me?" Pico scooted closer to Whitty. "I… feel the same way, honestly." Pico reached out his hand and rested it on Whitty's thigh. "I've known Bf for years. I wanna know more about you too. I mean, if all three of us are dating, then we should be close, right?" Pico looked up at Whitty again, fully facing him. Whitty's eyes widened a bit. He was surprised but also grateful that Pico appeared to be on the same page. It made him feel more at ease. "So…" Whitty began, slowly moving his hand on top of Pico's. His own hand was so much larger than Pico's. Pico entwined their fingers. Pico's fingers could barely reach over Whitty's large palm, but he didn't mind. "Where should we start?" Whitty continued.
Pico wrapped his arms around Whitty's torso, the bomb man returned the gesture, wrapping his large arms around Pico. The two stayed that way for a bit, unsure how to continue. Pico leaned into Whitty's side, he could feel the man's warmth. The taller man was wearing a simple tank top and sweatpants, allowing Pico to feel his smooth skin upon contact. Whitty may not be soft, but he was warm, and that was enough for Pico. The almost metal-like skin Whitty had fascinated Pico.
Whitty, without warning, gently buried one of his hands into Pico's orange hair, his large fingers brushing through the orange locks. Pico leaned into the touch as Whitty massaged his scalp. Pico moves one of his hands to rub Whitty's arm.
Pico moved to sit in Whitty's lap, facing him. Whitty moved his hand back into Pico's hair. He wasn't entirely sure why he was so drawn to his hair so much. Maybe it was because he himself didn't have any hair, or maybe it was because Pico's hair, though messy, was just so soft.
Pico apparently decided to do some exploration of his own, and placed his hand on Whitty's chest, just below the man's collar bone. He could see the edges of the 'X' that was on Whitty's chest where the shirt didn't cover it. Pico placed his other hand on the lower part of Whitty's stomach, slowly pushing the fabric up. He stopped however, when the action made Whitty stiffen, almost jolting. He pulled his hands away from the metallic skin. Whitty looked at him with somewhat startled eyes. "You okay Whits?" Pico asked, genuinely concerned he might have crossed a line. Whitty seemed to calm down a bit. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Pico grasped Whitty's hand, holding it with both of his own. "Did I.. push a boundary there?" Pico asked sincerely. Whitty paused for a bit, then placed Pico's hand on his chest again. "I'm okay without my shirt, but, uh… just don't go 'farther' than that." Whitty admitted, avoiding eye contact. It took a second for it to click, but Pico understood. "Oh."
Pico cupped Whitty's cheek, ensuring they made eye contact. "Whits, I know yer asexual and I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't want to. I'm sorry if I made you think I was." Whitty smiled a bit, feeling comforted in knowing Pico wouldn't pressure him for sex. "Thanks, Pico."
"Sorry for putting my hand up your shirt, it's a habit of mine, I guess. Bee always liked it. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I should've asked you first." Pico added, still feeling a tad guilty. Whitty gave Pico a reassuring pat on his back. "I know you didn't mean any harm. It's cool."
Whitty leaned forward and softly buried his face into the crook between Pico's head and neck. "Thank you, Pico."
Pico smiled, and rubbed the back of Whitty's head in a soothing motion. "Of course, babe." Pico kissed Whitty's head. Whitty let out a calm and low chuckle that reverberated through Pico's body.
The bomb man rubbed circles on Pico's back, his large hand covered almost half of the smaller's back. Which was something Whitty was used to, it was rare that he met someone anywhere close to his size.
Usually, his above average height was something he didn't like to be reminded of. The idea that he was such a big and dangerous creature, even without the risk of exploding, that he could easily crush someone like Boyfriend or Pico if he wanted to was… frightening. He was nervous to apply any pressure to physical contact with his boyfriends, they were just more delicate by comparison (though Pico and Bf would definitely push back on that).
Not to mention his internal heat, which could quickly become external at any moment if he got too emotional. Whitty remembered the time he accidentally burned Bf when they kissed. Bf burned his tongue on Whitty's mouth, the incident of course made Whitty spiral into guilt and fear that he had hurt one of the few people who still loved him.
Bf was quick to forgive, as he usually was. He did his best to reassure Whitty that he was fine. But the fear still gnawed at Whitty for a while. It took weeks for Whitty to feel comfortable kissing someone again.
Whitty pulled away a bit to make eye contact.
"Hey Pico?" His voice quietly beckoned his boyfriend's attention. "Hm?" Pico's eyes met orange ones, awaiting the rest of the question. "What do you like? Like, for affection and stuff?"
Pico thought for a bit, "Hmm.. Let me think.." Whitty nodded, waiting patiently. "Well you already figured out I like head massages. Heh heh," Pico chuckled, a slightly pink tinge appearing on his cheeks. Whitty smiled back at him. "And.. I like neck kisses too. Or just kisses anywhere near that.." Pico vaguely gestured, almost dismissively, towards his shoulder and collarbone, "General area."
Whitty tilted his head curiously, "Like, giving them? Or receiving them?"
Pico shrugged, "Eh, both."
Whitty seemed to pause a bit, his eyes looking off to the side in thought for a moment before refocusing on Pico.
Whitty leaned forward, head lightly pressed against Pico's. He gently moved the strap of Pico's tank top over to rest loosely off Pico's shoulder.
He stopped just before reaching Pico's neck. "You mean like this?" His scratchy voice murmured, Pico's eyes widened, though Whitty couldn't see it. He pressed his lips against freckled skin, between Pico's neck and shoulder.
Pico inhaled sharply, surprised at the warmth of Whitty lips in his skin, and the action all together. He did not expect him to just… dive right in like that. But he certainly wasn't opposed to it.
Pico let out a relaxed sigh. Whitty's kisses felt like smooth, warm stones pressing into his muscle, slowly driving the tension away. Like when you go get a massage and they put river rocks that were soaked in warm water on your back.
Pico leaned his head to the side, giving Whitty more access to his neck. Whitty didn't need instructions, already moving his kisses to that area. Each warm peck lingered for a few seconds, allowing little bits of Whitty's warmth to pour into Pico.
Pico felt a smooth hand entangle itself into his hair, right where the back of his neck met his head. Another hand placed itself on his back, he could feel its warmth through the fabric of his shirt.
Whitty leaned forward, causing Pico to lean back. Pico was hardly even on the couch anymore. If he leaned this far back without Whitty holding him, he would've fallen to the floor. Sitting on Whitty's lap like this, laying back in his arms so loosely, yet securely… It was like Whitty was silently telling him to let go and just relax. It felt so… safe.
Pico let out a deep, content sigh. "Oh yeah, that.." His head leaned back and eyes fluttered shut as he felt Whitty's fingers massage his scalp. "... That feels really nice."
Whitty smiled against Pico's skin. Something about having Pico melting into his embrace like this was so… pleasant. It was endearing to see Pico so relaxed. Whitty pulled away from giving kisses so he could look at Pico's face, though he continued to caress his back and scalp.
Pico was resting his hands on his stomach, his eyes closed, he took long, deep breaths. He was smiling in a way Whitty hadn't seen before. This wasn't the confident, somewhat cocky grin he wore during a fight, or the flirty smirk he often threw at Boyfriend and Whitty. This was a small smile, one that just barely parted his lips enough to make his teeth visible. It was a content, lazy smile, something Whitmore never thought he'd see on Pico.
"Fuck, man… I could fall asleep like this." Pico said, just above a mumble. The almost drowsiness in his tone proved he wasn't kidding. Whitty didn't stop though, he liked seeing this side of Pico. Whitty pressed a kiss to Pico's forehead, mumbling something like "go ahead".
"Hey Whits… remind me ta.." Pico's sentence was interrupted with a yawn. "... ta give ya a message like this later.. k?" Whitty chuckled, doing his best not to move Pico too much. "Alright, I will." Whitty assured, smiling. Pico yawned again. "... Cool.."
…
They stayed that way for a little while. Pico had long since passed out. Whitty didn't dare wake him from his peaceful slumber.
After what felt like forever, Whitty heard the sound of keys entering a lock behind him. Their front door opened to reveal Boyfriend, who was holding groceries. Multiple bags wrapped around both his arms. Despite all the weight, he appeared completely unfazed. Not bothered by the heavy groceries. Bf might be small, but both Pico and Whitty knew he was deceptively strong. A "little muscle ball" as Pico called him.
He walked into the kitchen, Whitty heard the sound of all the bags and their contents being set down on the counter. Pico apparently heard it too, as he began shifting awake. Part of Whitty was a bit sad that Pico woke up, but his arms were starting to get tired from holding the same position for so long.
Boyfriend trotted towards them, smiling. Pico began to sit up with some help from Whitty, his posture was slouched from not being fully awake yet. Trying to rub the sleep from his eyes.
Bf immediately wrapped his arms around Pico. "Hello my boys!" Bf's high pitched voice greeted. Pico let out a tired groan in response. "Aw, sleepy Pico Bico!" He playfully teased in a sing-song voice, smushing Pico's cheeks. Pico muttered an almost unintelligible "Don't call me that.." Bf then hopped onto the couch so he could hug Whitty as well. "Heya Blackberry~" Bf greeted. Whitty playfully rolled his eyes, but grinned at the familiar pet name. Whitty returned Bf's hug. "Hi Blueberry, welcome home." Bf giggled and kissed Whitty on the cheek. "Aww! I missed you guys!"
"Yeah… missed ya too." Pico mumbled, a slight smile appearing on his features. "Need help with the groceries?" Whitty offered as he lifted Pico and put him on the couch. Boyfriend waved dismissively. "Nah, I got it. Thanks though!" Whitty nodded, and Bf returned to the kitchen. He hummed random tunes as he organized. "I'm gonna make dinner tonight!" Bf yelled, "Sounds good, Blueberry! Thank you!" Whitty replied, yelling as well.
"Hey Whits."
Whitty turned to the man beside him, "Yeah? What's up?" He suddenly felt chapped lips press against his cheek. "Thanks. For everything earlier." Whitty nodded, and with a smirk on his face, said "Yeah, you too… Pico Bico."
How about a fusion of Whitty and Pico, or maybe a fusion of all three?
Finally answered this! I had to draw this guy a few times because I didn't like the first I made made of them. Think I finally figured it out. What do you think?
