4 with lee!tommy and ler!Wilbur pls
“Can I tickle you?” The question was very sudden. And Tommy would forever deny the deep blush that spread across his face once he heard it.
“I- what?” Tommy questioned his older brother. Did he mean to say that? Was he just joking?
“Can I tickle you?” Wilbur repeated, noticing the increased blush on Tommy’s face.
“Why..?” Tommy questioned again, slowly scooting away from Wilbur on instinct.
“I miss your laugh,” Wilbur admitted. This fucker just has no shame, huh?
“I’m- uh- wehell—“ Tommy stammered, unsure of what to say. He cursed himself for the giggle he’d let slip. Tommy curled in on himself with a shy nod, he had been a bit down lately, and he’d be lying if he would say he didn’t miss the soft & playful moments with his older brother.
“Really?” Wilbur’s face lit up, jesus you’d think he was a 4 year old on Christmas day.
“Be gentle- be gentle! Please..” Tommy frantically said as Wilbur scooted closer, one of his hands in the shape of a claw.
“I will, promise,” Wilbur held up his pinky finger, and Tommy held up his. The two fingers locked, securing the pinky promise and then Wilbur began.
Five fingers softly wiggling up and down Tommy’s exposed side produced giggles sweet as honey, if not sweeter. Tommy covered his face with one hand out of embarassment, the other trying to ‘block’ Wilbur’s hand from his side.
“Aww, Toms! Aren’t you just the sweetest lil’ thing!” Wilbur cooed, Tommy’s face and ears flushing a light pink.
“Shuhuhut uhup,” Tommy retorted, revealing his face to stick out his tongue. Wilbur gasped.
“Tommy! That was soho ruhude!” Wilbur let out a few giggles of his own through the sarcastic offensive at the sight of Tommy’s face. Tommy only laughed more.
Moments like this were Wilbur’s favorite.













