maybe 20 ("just raise your arms already") with snf if youre able to??? ler!george and lee!sapnap, bc we know our lil angel sapnap can't take that tease/spot for the life of him :(
- cal <3
from this post!
sequel to this ficlet!
20: "Just raise your arms already"
“George, no! Get awahahay from me!” Sapnap sprinted down the hallway, nervous giggles filling the air as he heard quick footsteps close behind him.
“It’s only fair!” George sounded closer than he had anticipated, and suddenly he was being tackled to the ground with a ‘thud’.
The two had been brainstorming ideas for the next challenge they wanted to film, getting absolutely nowhere - even after two hours. George was busy messing around, trying his hardest to annoy Sapnap while the younger boy tried to be serious and actually put in the effort to try different mods. Eventually he got fed up with George, getting up to leave the room but being stopped by a hand wrapped around his wrist keeping him in place.
“So grumpy, huh, Sap? I know how I can help you.” A smirk had spread across his face and it was one Sapnap knew all too well - it meant George was in a mood to destroy. Sapnap took off, bolting out of the room and up the stairs and running like his life depended on it.
Thus leading him to the situation he currently found himself in.
“George!” Sapnap screamed, voice raspy and loud enough to bounce off the walls. “Nohoho!”
“C’mon Sapnap, it’s fair! I let you tickle me when you were in London!” George stated, straddling Sapnap’s hips the minute he turned on his back and began fighting to grab the flailing hands.
“I wahahas sick! You’re nohohot sihihick!” Sapnap couldn’t keep the frantic laughter in no matter how hard he tried, kicking his legs and moving his arms in every direction to prevent George from grabbing his hands.
“I am sick!” The elder spat back, his smirk looking more wicked than before and sending chills down his back before George continued. “Sick of you not listening to me, now come on Sapnap, just raise your arms already!”
The request had his ears burning, feeling the blush spread down to his neck at the thought of lifting his arms up above his head for George. He had been under the mercy of the brunette many times before, and Sapnap knew that he rarely was merciful. Picturing his arms up and tickled was bad enough, but having to hold your arms up yourself while being tickled? Sapnap swore he saw stars, his head spinning while George continued to ramble on.
“Are you even listening to me anymore, idiot? Or are you too flustered to think?”
That caught Sapnap’s attention, now fully back to reality and assessing the situation. He could always fight George off, being the stronger of the two. However, George was nimble and knew that the minute he went to stand, he would be brought back down a second later. It was pointless to try and escape. “I-I’m listening, fuck off!”
“Arms up.” George leaned forward slightly, tapping his two pointer fingers on either one of Sapnap’s biceps, encouraging him to lift them above his head. The younger boy whined and shook his head, making a move to cross his arms over his chest to feel a little more protected.
“I cahan’t! I can’t dohoho it, George!” Sapnap was fully squirming, almost fully laughing as George poked up his arm and stopped at the front of his shoulders, inches from the spot of discussion. He watched as George’s smirk turned into a thin line, lips pressed together at Sapnap’s stubbornness. George began to lean down, producing a squeak from Sapnap as he squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head to the left.
“Sapnap,” The proximity of George’s lips to Sapnap’s ear was much closer than he was expecting, giggling at the vibrations the low tone was creating. “Either you put them up now, or I get Dream to hold them up for me.”
Almost immediately, he began to slowly lift his arms up, knowing that if Dream was involved he’d never survive; the two of them loved to make him suffer, and he wasn’t about to put himself through that.
“Good boy, Sappy!” George cooed at him in an overexaggerated baby voice, sitting back up and reaching forward to poke under his arms. But as quickly as Sapnap had raised them, they were just as quick to lower when Sapnap broke into another round of raspy giggles before George had even touched him.
“Oh come on! I’ll give you one more chance…then I’m calling Dream.”
“Okahahay! Okay okahay, here! Holy fuck, here, just….hurry up ahand get it over with!” He whined, lifting his arms up again, quicker this time as to not set George off. He formed fists above his head, banging on the carpet a few times as he waited for him to attack.
“Eager are we?” Sapnap could hear the cockiness dripping from George’s voice, and he would’ve rolled his eyes if he wasn’t busy squeezing them closed.
“No, I just- wahahait! Wahahit nohOHOHO!”
George didn’t wait for him to finish answering, reaching forward and digging his hands under Sapnap’s arms, wiggling and kneading and vibrating his fingers back and forth. Sapnap’s arms shot back down again as he howled, kicking against the ground and holding onto George’s forearms with a weak attempt at pushing him off.
“Sorry, pandas, my hands are trapped! You know what to do to let them out.” Sapnap blushed deeply at the sacred nickname, always getting flustered by it, especially when it was out of nowhere.
Sapnap shook his head from side to side, laughing and cackling and squealing as George continued to draw circles with his pointer fingers under his arms. He didn’t remember being tickled this bad before, and with George’s logic, he’s supposed to sit there and just take it.
At least he had learned one thing from this experience - never accept an offer from George again.
