Synopsis: Some innane chat snowballs into a rather tickly wrestling match. Nothing too unusual for an afternoon with Peter, then.
A/n: please enjoy this lil bby ficlet! I found a bit of spare time to write so took the opportunity to fill some anon requests!
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“Does this even count as tickling?”
Pete asks incredulously, his fingertips trapped between your shoulder and your neck. He's not intentionally moving, but they gently brush a sensitive nerve every couple of seconds, and it's infuriating. You grab at his wrist and try to manoeuvre yourself out of his grasp without causing any further accidental tickles.
"Yes! It fucking does!" You swiftly reach across and ghost your fingers over the skin of his neck, watching in amusement as he mirrors your scrunching up. "See?"
"Wait, don't! I'm sorry! Okay, okay! Fine!" He rambles, attempting to suppress giggles whilst avoiding your attack. You wiggle your fingers against his neck for the fun of it, and laugh when he dissolves into giggles - he falls back against the couch to get away, and you follow. Your other hand occupies itself with a few experimental pokes to his torso, which heightens Peter's frantic squirming and laughter. Encouraged, you keep it up, stupid grins on both of your faces - though for rather different reasons. This lasts only a moment before Pete finds a surge of strength, and leaps forwards to flip on top of you.
"That wasn't fair! I said I was sorry!" He splutters in amongst snickers, unfortunately not so overcome with laughter that he can't overpower you. Apparently this injustice warrants another tickle attack, since he swiftly takes the opportunity to squeeze up and down your sides, searching for your loudest laughter. Annoyingly, it doesn't take him long to find it. For what feels like a long while, you're convinced your friend has you at his mercy; especially when he finds a spot that makes you literally go limp with laughter.
That is, until, he leaves part of his torso vulnerable. Instinct takes over, and you quickly spider your fingers over his ribcage - Peter yelps, crumpling on top of you in a laughing mess as you start exacting your revenge.
"This fair enough for you?" You tease over his laughter, intent on figuring out how to get him laughing as hard as you were - though your mission is cut short when he shoots a hand under your arm, turning the tables once again.
It seems the both of you will be playing unfairly for a while.
