Jealous
Foolish is fine when Sam and Ponk tag along to watch him build. He is fine when Sam and Ponk decend into flirting, because that's what always happens. He is suddenly not fine when Sam starts tickling Ponk over the stupidest of things and suddenly he's irritated. Suddenly he's jealous. But is he jealous of Sam? Or Ponk?
First fic back after break. I do not apologise for it being about Sam, Foolish and Ponk.
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When Foolish decided on a project in mind he mentally prepared himself for the days of tedious work. Mine a block, place a block, collect more blocks then place those blocks. It was no surprise that when friends offered to tag along, Foolish accepted it enthusiastically. He was happy for any company, making the work go by faster.
So why was he in such a mood?
“Aw Ponk. I think I found another grumpy spot.”
“S-Sahahaham! F-Fuhuhuck ohohohohoff!”
Sam and Ponk were hanging out as Foolish made his way towards his build and they offered to join him. The shark-totem happily agreed and the three made their way to Foolish’s build. Luckily all his work today was working on the ground floor, so Sam and Ponk sat close by with conversation to keep the day going. Somehow the conversation had dissolved into very obvious flirting/arguing. Ponk had called Sam ‘stoopid’ over something. Sam took offence to Ponk’s sudden grumpy mood, but he had a perfect solution.
“Pick-Me-Up-Pinches.” He called them, and judging by how fast Ponk tried to escape, this was something they were familiar with.
Sam gave Ponk his promised pinches. He held around Ponk’s stomach with one arm and kneaded up and down Ponk’s side, starting from his ribs and worked all the way down to his hips. Ponk broke down into laughter immediately, struggling like a fish out of water and clawing at Sam’s arm, but the warden was much stronger and Ponk was not moving.
Foolish had laughed at the ridiculous squabble before turning back to his work. Not seeing the tickling though didn’t mean he could no longer hear it. His ears were filled with Ponk’s cackles and Sam’s soft taunting coos. Foolish’s tail whipped behind him as his skin prickled with an unusual heightened sensitivity. The warm sun was suddenly hotter than before.
“SahahahaAHAHAM! N-N-Knohohohock ihit ohohohoff!” Ponk’s laugh jumped up and down with octaves wherever Sam moved. Sam wasn’t a tickler to stay in the same spot. He gave a few kneads into one spot before quickly moving on to the next. It made Ponk’s laughter sound like sweet hiccups.
“Someone still sounds grumpy.” Sam thought out loud with a hum. “I think someone still needs a few tickles.”
“Nohohohoho! S-SAHAHAHAHAHAHAhaham! Ihihihi’m sohohorry! NAHAHAHA! SOHOHohohohorry!”
“When you two asked to come along to hang out, this is not what I had in mind.” Foolish spoke up over the laughter. Usually Foolish was patient with Sam and Ponk’s shenanigans. He was used to being the “third-wheel” for their flirts and playful teases. He joined in with them usually, but something about today was making his tail lash and setting his nerves on edge. It was unlike Foolish to be in a sour mood. Maybe he was annoyed they were having fun as he was stuck with his work.
Ponk’s laughter died down as Sam’s attention focused onto Foolish. He was still kneading into Ponk’s hips, letting him kick and wiggle but still not escaping. “I can’t help it if someone needs an attitude adjustment.”
“Seems more like you were bored and wanted something to do.” Foolish took a step back from his build, trying to look at it and see if it matched the picture in his head but his mind was too focused on the giggles behind him. He turned back to Sam and Ponk.
Sam sat over the ground against a rock. Ponk was a squirming ball of giggles on Sam’s lap and wrapped under his arm. His laugh was calm and almost dying down until Sam’s hand went up to his ribs, squeezing just under his armpit and he was struggling, kicking and turning like a fire was suddenly lit under him.
“SAHAHAHAHAHAM!!!”
“I don’t want to tickle the grumps out of Ponk but if he’s sitting there being grumpy I can’t just leave him.” Sam spoke so casually despite his hands tickling the living daylights out of Ponk.
“Ihihihi’m nohohohohot gruhuhu-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Sam’s hand squeezed along Ponk’s thigh and the masked one crumbled instantly. Foolish felt a tingle run up his own thigh and he shuffled his legs, working the feeling through his skin. Another bubble of frustration welled in his chest; so unlike him.
“You two could have had this couple’s scuffle away from my build.”
Sam gave an exaggerated pout towards Foolish while the golden god inwardly cringed at himself. What was wrong with him? He was never so snippy before, even when he was having off days. Why was today making him lash out?
“Aw Foolish, I think you’ve caught some of Ponk’s grump.” Sam teased him. “Maybe you need some Pick-Me-Up-Pinches too.” He grinned, making Foolish scoff.
Foolish was glad for Sam’s playful mood. If at any point Sam questioned Foolish on his temper he’d have no answer for him and he’d feel worse. He felt even more worse for the fact he couldn’t pinpoint his frustration. He was fine with Sam and Ponk’s playfulness before. Why was it annoying now?
Sam gave a small chuckle, drawing Foolish’s attention again. He was still grinning at the demi-god but it was a different sort than his teasing one. His eyes were softer, half lidded like he knew something Foolish didn’t. He stopped his tickling, letting Ponk melt and pant in his arms.
“Maybe you want to help me, Foolish~?” Sam offered, his voice going softer.
“Wh-What?”
“WHAHAT?!”
Foolish’s cheeks flushed a deep gold while Ponk turned bright red. They made some pathetic attempt for escape but the energy had been tickled out of him.
“N-NOHO! Sahaham! Fohoholish! D-Dohon’t!” Ponk pleaded. Without even being tickled, he giggled into Sam’s shoulder, burying and hiding his face against the creeper-hybrid’s sweater.
Something in Ponk’s voice touched in Foolish’s heart as he looked to the mortal. He felt a pang of sympathy for the doctor, but before he could respond (in all honestly Foolish didn’t know what he was going to say), Sam spoke again.
“He won’t touch you, Ponky.” Sam assured him. His arm around Ponk’s middle seemed to pet over him in a soothing motion, but it wasn’t long until the creeper’s fingers were kneading into Ponk’s sides, giving him soft tickles and making him jump and laugh again. “But Foolish can choose where you get tickled next.”
Somehow that idea was more flustering to Foolish than to actually tickle Ponk. His cheeks felt like they were burning and his words came out jumbled with his scoff.
“Th-That’s just-! I-I mean why would I even want that!”
“Well maybe with your help, telling me where to tickle him, we can get the grumpiness out of Ponk faster and you can get back to your build.” Sam offered cheerfully. His stupidly warm smile was not helping Foolish’s fluster, nor was his idea helping Ponk’s predicament.
“Ihi’m not gruhumpy, you just-NAH! Sahaham!”
Sam gave another squeeze into Ponk’s side to cut him off.
“So, Foolish,” Sam carried on, ignoring Ponk’s giggly pleas below him. “Where should he be tickled next?”
“I don’t know!” Foolish shrugged. “Just…anywhere!”
“Oh anywhere?” Sam chuckled. “Well if you don’t want to choose, Foosh, maybe I’ll just choose Ponk’s favourite spot.”
For a spot deemed as Ponk’s favourite, the doctor had quite a reaction to the mention of it. Like electricity running through his body, giving him new energy he jumped in Sam’s arms and struggled, kicking and clawing anywhere he could. Foolish was impressed he actually managed to get a bit out of Sam’s grip. He wriggled his way out and got about an inch away from the creeper-hybrid before Sam caught him again, wrapping his arms tighter around Ponk’s waist and pulling him back onto Sam’s chest.
“No you don’t!” Sam laughed at the squeak Ponk gave. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“F-Fohoholish! J-Just chohohose somewhehere!” Ponk pleaded through his giggles.
“Oh! Even Ponky wants you to pick a spot now.” Sam pouted up at Foolish again. “How could you deny such a sweet request?”
Foolish’s ears twitched, filled with Ponk’s giggles of anticipation as his mind ran though the possible choices. “I don’t… S-Stomach!”
Sam’s gave a slow grin, his eyes turning soft again as he settled Ponk against his chest. “You hear that Ponk? I get to tickle your tummy~”
Ponk whined but said no more. He tried his best to turn his head and bury it into Sam’s neck to hide himself. “Why there, Foolish?” Sam asked.
“I-I don’t know! I-It’s a usual spot, isn’t it?” Foolish excused with a shrug. He ignored the worming, wiggling feeling that started to grow in his own stomach as he mentioned the spot.
“It is,” Sam agreed before cooing to Ponk as he positioned his hand over Ponk’s stomach, wiggling his fingers. “Get ready Ponky~”
“Sahaham!” Ponk muffled into Sam’s sweater, refusing to look at the tickling approaching which might have made it worse, for as soon as the wiggling fingers touched over his sweater covered stomach, Ponk yipped and laughed, arching his back and wiggling in Sam’s hold.
The realisation hit Foolish as he watched Sam’s fingers scuttle over Ponk’s belly, tickling him through his sweater. His own stomach tingled and fluttered with erupting butterflies.
Foolish wasn’t mad over Sam tickling Ponk. He was jealous.
His frustration stemmed from want rather than annoyance, which came as some relief to the shark-totem but did not help the fluster in his chest or the blush on his cheeks. He tried to turn from the tickling, pretending his focus was back onto his build, but as long as he could still hear the laughter, the tingling travelled through his skin.
“S-Sahahahammy! Stahahahap! P-Pleheheahahase!” Ponk’s bubbly giggles muffled into Sam’s shoulder. Sam continued his tickling, kneading along the bottom of Ponk’s tummy until he squeaked. “SAHAHAHAM!”
“Oh it’s not up to me Ponky.” Sam spoke softly, teasingly. “Foolish is in charge of your tickles today.”
“Ihihihi’ve hahahad enohohough!”
“Hmm. I don’t know.” Sam raised his head, grinning softly to Foolish who just happened to be caught looking at the wrong time. His cheeks flushed golden again, and he quickly turned back to his build. “What do you think Foolish? Has he had enough tickles?”
A pool of warmth spread in the pit of Foolish’s stomach, tingling over his skin and making his mind fuzzy and soft. “He still sounds grumpy…” He mumbled. He couldn’t admit so openly he wanted tickles so he’d settle for living it through Ponk. Not that he minded that either. Ponk’s laughter and giggles were sweet and Foolish could listen to them all day.
“He does still sound grumpy.” Sam heartily agreed. His tickling picking up with his mood as Ponk’s laughter kicked up. “Where should we tickle next?!”
“Whihihihiy aham I beheheing puhuhunihihished fohor yohou beheheing bohohored!” Ponk giggled. He pushed against Sam’s arm, and tried to wiggle out of the creeper-hybrid’s hold until Sam tightened his grip. He pulled Ponk in against his chest and pressed in to whisper in his ear.
Foolish couldn’t hear what was said. His ear twitched to listen but Sam was speaking too softly. Whatever he said it seemed to calm Ponk down. His struggling stopped, his arms going limp and he gave a glance over to Foolish. His red cheeks calmed from his bright red blush. A glow of something sparked in his eye but with a blink it was gone. Whatever Sam had whispered to him had quelled his annoyance, and he melted into the warden’s lap as though accepting of his fate.
“Where now Foolish?” Sam prompted.
Foolish tail gave a single wag before he curled it around his leg. He swallowed, hard. “Uh… ribs…” Foolish tried, and failed, to make his voice seem uninterested. As though he was just choosing a random spot and not going off the tingling that he felt on his own ribs. He watched Sam’s fingers, imagining what those nails would feel like raking down his ribs.
“OH! His ribs!” Sam’s voice chirped in high pitched joy. His words came out with a trill. “Ponky~ I can get your favourite spot~”
The reluctant acceptance that Ponk had before was thrown out the window, replaced with panic again but Sam expected it, keeping his arm tight around the smaller man.
“NO! nOhOhHOHO! Fohoholihihish!”
A pang of guilt Foolish’s chest, only for a second before excitement tingled through his nerves. He’d forgotten Ponk’s ribs were a sensitive spot for him, but he couldn’t hide the wag of his tail. He didn’t know Ponk’s ‘favourite’ spot was on his ribs.
“Ohohoho~ Ponky~ Are you ready?”
“NOHohOhoHO! NOHO! Gehehet ohohohoff mehehehe!” Ponk twisted and rolled, pushing back against Sam’s chest. To his surprise Sam did let him go. The creeper uncurled his arms from Ponk, leaving him alone only for a second before his hands latched onto Ponk’s ribs, scribbling up and down the bones and soft skin. “NOHOHOHOHO!!!”
Foolish winced at the squeal before Ponk descended into mad cackles. He struggled and fought but Sam’s hands were unmoving. Fingers latched on, digging and kneading into the ribs.
“Tickle-tickle-tickle Ponky~ I’m gonna get that favourite spot~”
“Pleheheahahase! Nohohohohot thehehere! Pleheheahahase! S-SahahaHAHAM NOHOHOHO!”
Sam worked his hands up, kneading to the top of Ponk’s ribs. He held under Ponk’s armpits while this thumbs drilled into the top ribs. The instant the thumbs touched on those ribs, Ponk’s threw his head back into silent laughter. The silence was only lasting for a moment before a flood of cackles and screaming laughter tumbled out of his mouth.
“NOHOHOHOHO! PLEHHEHAHAHAHAHA!!! SAHAHAHAHAHAHAM!!! IHIHI CAHAHA-!!!”
Ponk struggled and kicked, wiggling like a fish out of water. He almost got out of Sam’s grip. He managed to twist one of his sides out Sam’s hand but before he could free any more of himself, Sam wrapped his arm around Ponk’s torso, pulling the smaller man back over his lap and kneading into the ribs on his right side. He gave the man a small break, kneading up and down the ribs instead of focusing on his worst spot.
“SahaHAHAHAham! Stahahahap ihihi-AHAHAHA! STAHAHAP IHIHIT! Th-Thahahat tihihicklehehes sohoho bahahahad!”
“Well that’s the point, silly.” Sam just cooed. “We need to tickle all those grumps out of you and I think Foolish chose an excellent spot!”
Foolish was currently turned away, trying to calm the golden glow on his cheeks while he could still hear Ponk’s sweet laughter. He had to wrap his tail multiple times around his leg to stop it from wagging and even then the tip of it was wiggling just slightly. He had watched until Ponk’s escape attempt, then he had to turn away when the tingles on his own ribs became too much to handle.
“Why’d you choose the ribs, Foolish?” Sam asked. His low voice pulled Foolish out of his fluster, but not enough to calm his blush or get the shark to turn back to him. He knew Sam must have stopped his tickling on Ponk because he could only hear giggles and low pants from the doctor.
“It’s…an eheasy spot to tickle.” Foolish swallowed back his giddy words. Ponk had calmed down now, but there was no way Foolish was turning around to face them. He just focused on the build in front of him, trying to play it off that he was judging it’s size and look. He had to calm down. “And theres so many ways to tickle them. A lot of options.”
“There are.” Sam quickly agreed. “You can play them like a piano, drumming all up and down them, or just the classic raking up and down.” Sam’s smile turned to a grin, though Foolish couldn’t see it. “You like nails running over your ribs, don’t you Foolish? That’s your favourite.”
“I thought his favourite was pinching with his ribs.” Ponk added in. His voice was less breathless, clearly recovering fast. Foolish couldn’t see though as his face was glowing.
He didn’t expect the attention to turn onto him and it was doing nothing to quell his want. Though, honestly, trying to work it out through Ponk getting tickled wasn’t helping him much either. Instead of suppressing his want, he felt more of a desire for it. His ribs were tingling and mind reeling over the thoughts of Sam running his nails along his ribs while Ponk pinched over the lower ones.
“Where do you want next, Foolish?”
If Foolish wasn’t so caught up in his own mood and paid just the slightest bit of attention to Sam’s words then maybe the shark totem would have picked up on the subtle change in tone or how it was worded. Instead his mind was stumbling, trying to think of something to say.
“Sides…”
Sam game a low hum in thought, turning it up to end in an interested tone. “Hmm. Why there, Foolish?”
The golden shark opened his mouth but quickly closed it. He was about to say because it was the worst spot, but that wasn’t true. Sides were Foolish’s worst spot, not Ponk’s. “It’s uhh…” Foolish swallowed. “It’s a good spot…”
Sam gave another hum. “I dunno. Doesn’t seem like a good spot.”
Foolish nearly choked on his gasp. “What do you mean?! I-It’s a good spot!”
“What’s so good about it?” Ponk asked, gaining his composure completely.
“They’re just…they’re sensitive! A-And responsive! Every part of them is just…t-ticklish.” Foolish could barely get the word out. “T-They’re soft and-and easy spot to reach from a-anywhere.”
Sam and Ponk hummed in unison behind him and he could only hope he had convinced them with his choice. He never considered that he might have been giving too much away. The jealousy was starting to frustrate him, but it wasn’t like he could just ask Sam to stop tickling Ponk and tickle him instead. Or ask both of them to tickle him. That thought made Foolish’s face practically glow.
“Well, Ponk’s sides aren’t really that sensitive.” Sam wondered aloud. Foolish didn’t hear how close the creeper-hybrid was. If he had just listened out he’s clearly hear Sam had moved, and Ponk was now very, very quiet.
“But how are your sides?”
“Wha-?”
Foolish realised too late that Sam and Ponk had moved. Much too late as he felt Sam’s arms wrap around his chest. He was pulled back rather suddenly, pulled off his feet but he didn’t fall for long before he landed on something soft, but firm, and warm. He was stunned for a moment, blinking in surprise but that small moment of stun allowed more than enough time for Ponk to position himself over Foolish’s legs, straddling over his thighs and holding them down.
The soft landing Foolish hit was Sam’s chest. His back was pressed up against the creeper’s wide chest as his legs were beside Foolish’s sides, closing him in.
A giggle escaped Foolish’s throat before he could even think to hold it back. It was squeaky, sudden and it made Ponk giggle along with him.
“You’re already giggling, Foosh. You’re not gonna last long.”
“L-Lahast long?” Foolish looked between Ponk and Sam who was smiling warming behind him. “W-Wha…”
“If you wanted tickles Foolish, you could have just asked.”
Foolish’s blush could have probably been seen from space with how bright it was. “N-Noho! Whahahat!? I-Ihi don’t w-want that!” The lie fumbled out of Foolish automatically, immediately going for defensive. Judging by Sam’s chuckle behind him, it wasn’t being believed.
“You could have fooled me. Your tail was tagging up a storm when you were watching.”
Foolish cursed under his breath. Curse his traitorous tail. Curse it now for still wagging without his meaning to, thumping on the ground before he had the sense to stop it. Even though it stopped he still knew Sam and Ponk had both seen it.
“You kept looking over with your longing puppy-dog eyes, Foolish.” Sam continued. “If you wanted to join in tickling Ponk I knew you would have done it. You’ve done it before. But you clearly wanted something.”
His traitorous tail swished again. “N-Noho…” Foolish shook his head. “I-I don’t! I juhust want to finish th-thihis- W-WahaIT! WAIT!”
Sam’s arms hooked under Foolish’s arms, pulling them up and out to his sides. Foolish squealed, pulled and tried to bring his arms down but Sam caught him by surprise and before he could summon any strength, Ponk was pinching at his ribs, working his way up to the top of the ribs, and then running his nails back down his ribs to start all over again.
When the first pinch touched his ribs, Foolish fell apart. It was like a dam of pressure, suddenly bursting and letting out every laugh and snorting giggles.
“AHAWAHAIHIHIT! WAHAIHIT! S-St-Stahahap! NahahahahaHAHAHAHA!”
Ponk’s hands pinched up, beyond Foolish’s ribs till they were scribbling in his armpits. It wasn’t Foolish’s most ticklish spot, but after the dam opened nothing could stop the laughter from just flooding out. He wriggled from side to side, trying to kick his legs but Ponk kept them down firmly and Sam had a good hold on his arms.
“You’re hardly even trying, Foolish!” Sam teased behind him. “You’re barely even fighting against me.”
“Ihihi’m beheheing tihihickled!!!” Foolish defended himself. “I-I cahahan’t-NAHAHAHA! P-PoHOHOhohonk! POHOHOHONK!!!”
Ponk had shuffled himself down, kneading and scribbling over the tops of Foolish’s knees. The masked doctor wasn’t even going for spots that were bad with Foolish usually. His knees made him giggle at best but his whole body felt overly sensitive, like he was a giant nerve, every little flutter and brush just made him lose it. Even Sam’s chuckling breaths were tickling his ear, making him shudder and hunch his shoulder.
“You’re just so giggly, Foolish.” Sam giggled along with him. “You must have been waiting so long for tickles.”
“N-Nohoho…” Foolish managed to speak with more clarity as Ponk’s tickling died down. It didn’t stop, but he was just lightly squeezing and scribbling up and down Foolish’s thighs.
“It’s a good thing Sam noticed, otherwise you’d have been left without tickles for so long.” Ponk cooed. His hands travelling further, coming up to Foolish’s hips. His tickling was still soft but knowing he was getting so close to his sides, Foolish near squealed.
“NAhaAHAHAhaha! P-Pleheheahahase!”
“Please what, Foolish?” Sam’s soft voice dropped his tease, but kept his warm, comforting tone. He must have given a look over to Ponk because the tickling nearly stopped, just becoming a soft touches along his hips. “You need to tell us what you want.”
Foolish opened his mouth and then just as quickly he closed it again. What did he want? The natural response was to ask for it to stop, but he didn’t want that. He wanted tickles. He wanted Ponk to dig into his sides while Sam teased and tickled over his ribs.
But he couldn’t just say that. They were just waiting for him to admit it and laugh at him. The cruel thought slowed Foolish’s tail till it eventually stopped. How could he say he wanted tickles and not expect them to laugh at him?
The dark thoughts didn’t have much time to fester as a loud purr rumbled against his back. Foolish turned his head in time for Sam to lean down, brushing his cheek against Foolish’s. The demi-god felt the fluffy fur along Sam’s jaw brush along his skin. "There’s no shame in asking for tickles.” Sam purred.
A warm tingling pooled in Foolish’s stomach, making his tail twitch for a moment before he forced it still again. “I-Its…weird…”
“Says who?” Ponk piped up. He shuffled forward more. “Who’s been telling you these lies?” He demanded playfully and it made Foolish giggle.
“There’s nothing weird about it,” Sam nodded, making the fur along his jaw rub and tickle Foolish’s cheek. “And especially not when you’re with people who love you and would be more than happy to give you what you want.”
Foolish felt overcome with a wave of emotions. There was doubt, of course, but it was overwhelmed with support and smothered with love. A calm feeling of safety settled in Foolish’s chest, though that meant his blush slowly came back and Foolish ducked his head into Sam’s neck to hide it.
“Do you want tickles, Foosh?” Ponk teased softly.
Foolish nodded.
“You need to tell us, Foolish.” Sam urged, one of his fingers giving a small poke into Foolish’s side. “You need to say ‘I want Sam and Ponk to tickle my sides’, otherwise how are we gonna know?”
“S-Sahaham!” Foolish squirmed.
“Or you could say ‘I want Ponk to tickle my sides while Sam tickles my ribs’.”
“Pohonk!”
“Or, ‘I want Sam to tickle my sides and Ponk to squeeze my hips’.”
“G-Guhuhuys!” Foolish giggle mixed with his huff. He refused to bring his face out of the safety of Sam’s neck. “Th-Thahat’s nohot fahaihir!”
“We’re not going to tickle you until you ask.” Sam positioned his hands to the top of Foolish’s sides. He pressed his fingers in just slightly. It shouldn’t have tickled normally, but Foolish was too sensitive and already dissolved into giggles. It wasn’t helped when Ponk poked just above his hips.
“So what’s it going to be, Foolish?” Ponk cooed.
Foolish gave a small whine of a giggle. “P-Pleheahase…”
“Please what?” Ponk prodded. Literally prodding into Foolish’s side.
Foolish let out another whine. “P-Plehease t-tihickle mehehe…”
Sam and Ponk looked at one another then grinned. “Tickle you where Foolish?”
He whined again. “G-Guuuuuys!”
The two took mercy and Foolish wasn’t sure if he was thankful for that. While the anticipation was killing him, to finally get his tickles was like a twisted blessing.
Every nerve in Foolish’s body was suddenly alert and alive as Sam and Ponk started their tickling. Sam unhooked his hands from Foolish’s arms, squeezing up the top of his sides as Ponk vibrated his fingers, slowly working up to the middle of Foolish’s sides and then slowly scribbling back down.
Foolish threw his head back onto Sam’s shoulder, laughing and arching his back. His sides were doing a terrible dance between trying to move away from their hands and trying to push in for more. The battle between the want and his instincts to fight against it wasn’t at all helped with the two’s cooing.
“Look how wriggly he is~ Is he wriggling for more tickles or to get away~?”
“Its definitely for more! He’s barely even putting up a fight~ He’s not even told us to stop~”
“NAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO!!!” Foolish shook his head, trying to bury it and hid in Sam’s neck but the creeper-hybrid pulled back, leaving him nowhere to hide when Sam ducked his head and blew a raspberry into Foolish’s neck.
“Sahahahaham!!!” The raspberries made him giggle more than laugh, trying to hunch his shoulders to force Sam out of his position.
Ponk seemed to take the example because he pulled back his hands, then pushed forward and blew a raspberry over Foolish’s side.
“P-POHOHOHONK!!!” Foolish screamed.
“What a great idea, Ponky!” Sam chirped up, reshuffling himself to come out from behind Foolish and slide down his side.
“NOHO! NO! Dohohon’t yohohou dahahare-SAHAHAHAHAHAHAM!!!”
Ignoring the shark totem’s plea, Sam pressed his lips to Foolish’s other side and blew in a large raspberry, matching Ponk who had taken in another breath and done the same. The two were now on either side of the golden shark, their arms wrapped around his hips and legs to hold him still as they blew their raspberries up and down Foolish’s sides.
Foolish tried to turn over, but he couldn’t turn from Sam who was too strong at holding him down and when he could manage to wiggle his way to the other side and slightly cover his left side where Ponk was, the masked doctor would weasel and squeeze in to continue.
Foolish’s laughter was starting to get squeaky, being broken up more and more by his hiccups, but he screamed when the two started nibbling over his sides and it send him over the edge.
“OHOHOCEAHAHAHAN!!! OHOHCEAHAHAN!! SAHAHAHAHAHAM!!! POHOHOHONK!!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!!”
The moment the two heard the safeword, Sam and Ponk pulled back immediately. They untangled their arms from Foolish, watching the demi-god curl up immediately and throw a hand protectively over his sides. He flinched slightly when he felt Ponk nuzzle his way through his arms and curl up into his chest and Sam half lay over Foolish’s side; but when he realised the two were done with their tickles he relaxed, melting into their warmth.
“You feeling better?” Sam purred. Foolish nodded, partly snuggling into Ponk’s white hair after the smaller man had taken off his mask. “You got all your tickles out?”
The tone was teasing, but not mean. Foolish blush and partly hid in Ponk’s fluffy hair as he nodded again. Sam made a squeaky laugh, pressing a kiss into Foolish’s shoulder.
“You can always ask us for tickles, you know.” Ponk spoke. His usually boisterous voice was softer, calming. “We’re always happy to help.”
Foolish felt the support from the two, but it wasn’t enough to completely clear away his doubts. “It’s…a hard thing to ask for…”
“The amount of times Ponk’s asked us for strange things or help with his stuff, you’re absolutely fine.” Sam pointed out.
“Oi!” Ponk’s voice was loud, making Foolish cringe. “Don’t act all high and mighty! Just the other week you came to me asking to have your back tickled!”
Foolish’s ears twitched to that, catching the fluster in Sam’s voice.
“S-Shut up!”
“Oh?” Foolish’s tail flicked with his coo. “Sammy~ That sounded like a grumpy answer~”
He could feel Sam stiffen above him, slowly moving off Foolish while Ponk uncurled himself, looking up with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“I think someone else needs some ‘Pick-Me-Up-Pinches’~” Foolish’s tail wagged at the suggestion, as Ponk slowly rose to his knees. Sam backed off.
“N-No! No! G-Guys! I’m not grumpy! Guys-NO! Fohohoholish! Gehehet ahaway! POHOHONK! NOHOHOHOHO!”