Drew loves wearing his boyfriend's sweater. But when Vel comes home, Drew refuses to let him have his favorite sweater back. So...Vel bribes his boyfriend with the tickle fight Drew had been waiting all day for.
I wrote this fanfic for my special boys! @foxboidrew and Vel! <333 I hope you enjoy!
Drew was giggling as he walked around, wearing his boyfriend’s Ice Nine Kills sweater. It was a comfy black and red sweater that was several sizes bigger than him. But…Drew didn’t care. He rather enjoyed the feeling of large sweaters. He loved the feeling of drowning in sweaters. And he loved the feeling of being engulfed by something that solely smelled like his boyfriend. And comfy…so comfy and soft.
He walked around the house in the zip-up sweater with a bright smile on his face and a hop in his step. He fixed up his short green hair, and blepped at himself in the mirror before walking off. Then, Drew brought out his tablet and digital pen, and began to draw some Sun & Moon Show fanart for a while.
He had just finished outlining his drawing of Solar from The Sun & Moon Show, when he heard the front door open and close. He gasped and widened his eyes, knowing exactly who it was. It was Vel…His boyfriend. He was back from work, and was likely exhausted. But Drew had a sense that Vel would want to wear the sweater Drew had stolen from him. And Drew…he did not want to give it up just yet. He refused to let him have it. It was HIS sweater. His to steal and nom on for all eternity.
To further ensure the sweater isn’t stolen back, Drew took it off and put it on top of his bed, before putting the covers over it. With that out of the way, Drew ran out of the room to greet him. “Hellooo!” Drew said, hugging him tightly.
“Hi Drew.” Vel replied, hugging him back. “How was your day?” He asked.
“It was good. I played a bit of Rainbow Billy, and I’m almost done drawing Solar!” Drew told him.
“Cool!” He replied.
Vel walked to his room, disappearing around the corner. While Vel was doing whatever the heck he was doing, Drew sat himself down and continued to draw Solar. He finished outlining the chest and shoulders, before moving onto the robotic arms and hands.
Soon, Drew felt someone sit on the couch beside him. “How’s it coming along?” Vel asked.
Drew zoomed out his tablet and showed him the half-outlined drawing of Solar. “It’s good Eclipse.” Drew explained.
“I see...” He replied. “Hey Drew, have you seen my sweater?” Vel asked.
Drew blinked, acting like he had no idea what he was talking about. “Which sweater?” Drew asked him innocently.
“The…” Vel sighed. “The Ice Nine Kills sweater.” He told him.
Drew tried to think of a good response to this that didn’t sound suspicious whatsoever. “Uuuuhhhhhhh-no.” Drew replied.
Vel narrowed his eyes and slowly looked over at Drew. “...Are you sure?” He asked.
Drew veeeeery slowly looked towards Vel, and grew a wide, ‘innocent’ smile. “.........Yeeaaah?” Drew admitted.
Vel stared at Drew for a good 10 seconds…while placing his controller down very gently onto the table. He was still keeping eye contact with Drew as he brought his hands back. “You have one last chance to tell me the truth.” He warned him. “Do you know where my favorite sweater is?” Vel asked.
Drew stared at him, with growing mischief on his face. His smile slightly widened in response. “...Nooooooo?” Drew replied.
And in a matter of seconds, Vel had tackled Drew onto the couch. He grabbed Drew’s wrists and held them above his head. “Awwww, is the poor baby scared?” He asked, wiggling his fingers.
Drew squeaked as the tickly evil hand touched down on his stomach. “EEEK! HEEHEEheeheeheee! EEHEEK! HEHEEHEE! HEHEEK!” He laughed, fighting his tickles a little bit.
Vel stopped his tickle attack and looked at Drew with a happy smile. “How are you doing?” He asked. “How are you doing, huh? You doing good?” He asked playfully.
Even though the tickles had stopped, Drew was still a giggling, blushing mess.
“Scared?” He asked with a laugh.
Drew giggled and nodded his head.
Vel smiled and dug into his hips next. “Hehehe~ Good.” He said.
Drew’s cute little girly giggles filled the living room for a few minutes. Vel had this method of tickling Drew, then stopping. Tickling Drew, then stopping. Tickling Drew, then stopping. This made fits of giggles and squeaks burst out of Drew every single time. It was an adorable fact about Drew that Vel rather enjoyed, and took advantage of constantly.
After a few minutes in the hips, Vel moved onto his neck. “Awwww, so shy…” He teased, poking the left side of his belly.
“Heeeheehehee- EEEK!” Drew squeaked, arching his back as he laid helplessly on the couch.
“So giggly like a baby…so squeaky like a mouse.” He teased. “Tell me, why the laughter? What’s so funny?” He asked.
“HEEHEeheeheehee! Yahoo know whyyyyEEEE!” Drew yelled, before throwing his head back with more giggly laughter.
“No, I’m afraid I don’t. Why do you commit the laughy laugh?” Vel asked.
“Say it one more time…” He brought his fingers closer and closer to one of Drew’s worst spots. “I dare you.” He warned.
Drew smirked and blepped at him. “Meanie bitch.” He declared.
Vel slowly took in a big, dramatic gasp. “You…Little…” He immediately started squeezing his boyfriend’s inner thighs. “You have taken it too far. ACCEPT YOUR DOOM.” Vel declared playfully.
Drew threw his head back and bursted out laughing and squeaking. As if it wasn’t obvious enough already, Drew absolutely loved being Vel’s little lee. He loves teasing the hell out of his boyfriend, and loves getting destroyed with tickles as a result. And since they knew each other for years, Vel knew exactly which teases Drew loved the most.
“So, baby…” Vel stopped his fingers and let go of Drew’s hands. “You ready to tell me where my sweater is?” Vel asked.
Drew’s breathless giggles filled the room for a few moments while he recovered. “Ihihi…” Drew looked up at Vel, unsure whether he should tell him the truth, or lie to him again. As much as he loved the idea of telling the truth to Vel and seeing Vel wear it…lying would earn him more tickles. And Drew may or may not be craving a few more minutes of tickles.
“.......No.” Drew replied.
“Determined to keep your precious little secrets?” He asked in a sly, deep voice.
Drew widened his eyes and squeaked. “N-No!” He reacted helplessly.
Vel used both his hands to tickle either side of his ribs. “Ooooh, such a giggly little baby.” He teased.
“Stuck in place with nowhere to go…” He said with a smirk. “I’m afraid you are forever stuck…being tickle-tickle-tickled.” He kept going in his sly voice.
“I’m barely even touching you…” He smirked. “And yet, every little poke and flutter seems to make my baby jump.” Vel explained. “Are you really…that ticklish~?” Vel asked in his sly voice.
“NAhaAHAHA! EEEHEHEhehee! Heheheeha-HAHA!” Drew cackled, his laughter jumping up and down in volume.
Vel started kissing him all over his neck, earning him more high-pitched cackles and giggles. “Such a sweet little ticklish neck…” He teased, fluttering a single finger up and down his neck. “I could kiss this face for hours~” Vel teased.
“HEEHEHEE! HAHAhahaha! EEEK! NUHUHUUU!” Drew laughed. By this point, Drew was wiggling around and kicking his feet so much, his shirt had begun to ride up his middle, exposing his belly.
“Oooh? What’s this?” Vel asked, looking at Drew’s belly. “Has Drew…offered me his belly?” He asked, poking it.
Drew squeaked and attempted to cover his belly. “EEK! NAHAHA-!” Drew laughed.
But Vel grabbed his wrists and held them up, before taking advantage of this wonderful little ticklish spot. “Pinch!” He teased, gently pinching his belly. “Pinch, pinch, pinch-pinch! Pinch-pinch, pinch, pinch, pinch-pinch, pinch-pinch, pinch-pinch, pinch!” Vel kept teasing, pinching his belly.
“Pinch-pinch-pinch-pinch! Pinch-pinch-pinch-pinch! A pinch-pinch-pinch-pinch!” Vel kept teasing, continuing his gentle little pinches on his belly.
“aAAHAHA! HAhA! HAhah! HEHEHa!” Drew kept going, shaking his head and failing to cover up his face.
Vel finally stopped his little attack, and put his hands down again. “Alright…” He mumbled. “So…”
Drew held onto his belly, still giggling up a storm on the couch. His giggles eventually turned breathless as he attempted to recuperate his lungs. It was tiring being interrogated like that…but does it really count as an interrogation if the interogee is enjoying the punishment?
“Where’s my sweater?” Vel asked.
“Ihihi…Ihin my room…under thehe cohovers.” Drew replied.
Vel ran to Drew’s room, and came walking out with the black and red sweater. “Thank you!” Vel replied, playing with the drawstrings.
When Vel sat down beside Drew on the couch again, Drew rested himself against Vel and his special sweater, and cuddled with him for the evening. He loved his boyfriend so much…and looked forward to every future night they would spend time together.
