15 - Tickle fight
Switch!Philza, Switch!Tommy
Tommy was quiet, which was odd, but he did have a good reason, he wanted to sneak up on Philza.
Tommy walked slowly, and quietly opened the door to the room Phil was in. He entered the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He approached Phil, who was sat on the bed, then took a few steps back before running, jumping behind Phil.
He learned from Wilbur.
“PHILZA!” Tommy poked the olders sides with a grin.
Phil wasn’t doing much spacing out on the bed. He was thinking about shit going on, not the time and place to say what though. He flinched and jumped with a squawk, wings high up in the air, as he looked behind to see Tommy.
“Tommy what are you-!” Phil cut himself off upon realizing he was being tickled, covering his mouth and biting his lip.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Tommy asked, squeezing up and down Phil’s sides, one hand moving to target his ribs while the other got his sides. “Tickling you, obviously.”
Phil squirmed slightly, small muffled snorts escaped his mouth as his ribs were touched, he bit his lip, trying his best to not laugh as the sensations increased more on his very ticklish body.
“Really Phil, tickling you too pieces and you won’t laugh for me? Come on, old man!” Tommy then blew a raspberry in the crook of Phil’s neck, grinning against the skin, as they moved a hand to scribble at his belly.
And that was the breaking point.
Phil squeaked and hunched forward, snickering and squirming. He wasn’t going to laugh, not gonna laugh, not gonna laugh not gonna laugh-
OH WAIT FUCK.
“PFFFT-HAHAHAHAHA! Hahahaha! Ahahaha! Nohoho-! Hahahaha!” Phil broke into loud wheezy happy giggles, squirming and laughing as his stomach was touched, squeaking once near his navel, wings twitching once his fingers was near it, his mouth was surprisingly still covered.
“There it is!” Tommy grinned, moving their positions and having Phil lay on his back, so he could pin the older down to have more access. Tommy lifted Phil’s shirt and blew a raspberry on his stomach, picking his head back up to see Philza’s reaction.
Phil squirmed and kicked attempting to escape from being pinned, wings flapping uselessly on the bedsheets, which some blankets flew off onto the ground below.
“AHAHAHAHA! NO! NO! NAHAHAT RASSBERRIES HAHAHAHAHA!” Phil cackled as he squirmed left and right, he arched his back up, kicking his legs out. He was slightly enjoying himself, he’s never been tickled this much, except once in his childhood.
Tommy blew a quicker, smaller raspberry just above Phil’s navel, gently squeezing his sides to let him know that he’d be done soon. The younger knew he hadn’t been tickled this much before: didn’t want to overwhelm him. “Why not? Does it tickle?”
Phil really wanted them to continue, he just couldn’t say it out loud. “Hehehe! Nohoho!” Phil giggled, his ears twitched and flapped, trying to say to Tommy to keep going. He can take it, he likes this.
“No? No? Then why are you laughing?” The younger reached behind him and quickly squeezed Phil’s thighs and knees before returning to targetting his sides.
Phil squealed, kicking his legs out, as he squirmed and cackled. He removed his hands from his mouth as he laughed. “ITIT TICKLES!”
“Yes, Phil, it is supposed to tickle. I’m tickling you.” The teen chuckled to himself, bringing his hands to vibrate his fingers into Phil’s underarms.
“Eep! Hahahaha!” Phil brought his arms down on top of Tommy’s hands, giggles slipping from his mouth as he attempted to catch his breath.
“You trapped my hands,” Tommy very obviously was lying, he could easily take his hands away. “You need to lift up your arms.”
Phil just couldn’t help himself but to laugh, it really tickles! Tommy speeding up the process made Phil giggle and keep his arms down.
“Philll~” Tommy teased, scratching at his hollows.
Phil giggled as his wing ears flapped and fluttered in anticipation, he slowly raised his arms up, flustered and red in the face, giggling quietly, he couldn’t help it, he liked it, and it tickled so much!
Tommy blinked, bit suprised Phil would be that quick, the younger wouldn’t be anyway.
Tommy removed his hands and then unpinned Phil, sitting next to the older with a wide grin. “Sneak attack, bitch.”
“Hehehehehe…whew…” Phil rolled onto his side, ears still flapping, as he hid his entire body with his wings, giggling quietly.
Tommy tilted his head. “You alright?” He now had a small smile on his face, running a hand through Phil’s hair.
Phil’s ears twitched from Tommy’s fingers near the tips of his feathered flapping areas on both sides of his head.
“Hehehe…! Not…used to being tickled like that…!” Phil tries containing his laughter from the tingling still on his body, he giggled still trying to catch his breath, his wing ears twitching still.
“My bad. We both know you loved it though,” Tommy teased lightheartedly, bringing his hand away and laying back on the bed.
Phil giggling slowed down as he laid on the bed, curling up slightly, he smirked, moving his hand under Tommy shirt and lightly as possible wiggling his fingers on Tommy’s belly. “Revenge little gigglebird~”
Tommy gasped, immediately turning away and covering his mouth to muffle his giggles. “No- nononoho! G- Go away!” His voice was muffled behind his hands.
Phil pulled Tommy close, scribbling up and down his sides and wiggling his fingers between his ribs, making sure the younger cracked. “Nope! Revenge gigglebird!”
Tommy tried to hold out. He really did. And he failed.
“Nohohoho! Ihihi dihiHIDN’T DOHO ANYTHIHihing!” He tried to squirm away, but were quickly weakened from laughing and from the tickles.
Phil cooed. “Dawww! There we go!” He squeezed his stomach, scribbling against his back ribs. “This is revenge for earlier! We will make it even later!”
“PIHIHISS OHOFFF!” Tommy curled in on himself as best he could, weakly pushing at Phil’s hands. His face was bright red, which made him thankful to be facing away from Phil.
Phil giggles, squeezing their hips, giggling to themselves. He couldn’t help it it was too cute.
Tommy shrieked, bucking his hips up and kicking out his legs. He made sure not to hit Phil, thankfully. “I DID NOHOHOTHING TO YOHOU!”
Phil smirked, giggling and blowing a raspberry on his stomach and hips, lightly nibbling on his sides.
“PFHAHAHA- NOHOHO! NAHAHAT THAHAT PLEHEHEASE!” Tommy weakly tried to push Phil’s head away with one hand, the other in a fist and punching the matress they lay on. It was almost unbearable.. almost.
“Ack-!” Phil was, well, let himself, be pushed onto his back by Tommy, he stopped completely, laying on the bed on his back, Tommy lunging for the other, Phil following behind.
The two were playfully wrestling and laughing together, it ended with Tommy having the upper hand on Phil, the two of them out of breath.
Tommy went limp for a few miniutes while taking in big gulps of air, his chest rising up and down with every breath.
“You little shihit,” Tommy muttered before springing up again and scribbling all over Phil’s stomach. “Fight me, bitch!”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Phil broke into cackles which sounded like his normal laugh, just more wheezy, Phil immediately went limp once his stomach was tickled, squirming left and right to try and get Tommy off.
“Deserved!” Tommy exclaimed, vibrating his fingers against the gaps betwen Phil’s ribs with one hand, using the other to pinch at his hips.
Phil squirmed more. “TOMMY! NAHAHAT THAT-!” He was cut off by multiple flustered snorts escaping his mouth. “HAHAHA! NOHOHO!”
“Yes this! You deserve this!” Tommy exclaimed, speeding up the tickles.
Phil cackled loudly and squealed. “HAHAHAHA! WHAHAHAT DID I DO?!”
“You know what you did! You were very mean to me!” Tommy whined playfully, poking Phil’s stomach a few times before going back to his ribs, pinching up and down and vibrating his fingers against the bones.
“AH! HAHA! NOHOHO I WAS NOT-! HAHAHAHA!” Phil squirmed and tried covering his ribs with his hands, before he eventually wrapped his wings around his body, attempting to hide his flustered self.
“Wha- Yes you were, you prick!” Tommy flinched back a little when Phil covered himself with his wings. Now he couldn’t do anything.
“Move your damn wings-“ Tommy reached to try and gently get them out of the way, but he was afraid of harming the older and retracted his hand, instead just sitting with their hands in their lap, thinking. Phil wrapped himself more into the blanket- well his wings, should he even call them a blanket?
Tommy poked Phil’s wings noticing how the older flinched, he blinked then smiled. “Christ, man, are you juspt a walking tickle spot?” He questioned before running his fingers through the feathers of the older’s wings, his smile widening as the feeling of the feathers tickled his own hands, and the fact Phil lowered his wings, finally.
“Hehehehehehe! Hahahaha! Hahahaha!” Phil attempted to hide his flustered self into his hands, giggling and laughing wildly.
“No, none of that. You’ve already hidden yourself with your wings,” Tommy quickly and gently grabbed Phil’s hands, pulling them away and above the man’s head with one of his hands, the other still at Phil’s wings. “You’re not hiding with your hands, too.”
“You’re very flustered,” Tommy observed, “it’s adorable.” He lightly scribbled on Phil’s neck, switching to tracing his ear, and back and forth so Phil wouldn’t get used to it.
Phil giggled at the tickling on his neck and ears, his laughter was sweet, he giggles like a little kid, his blush getting darker, as he attempted to free his hands from Tommy. “Hehehehehehe! Hehehehe! Mahahate! Hahahaha-That tickles!”
Tommy tilted his head. “No, really? It does? I didn’t think me tickling you would tickle. Does this tickle as well? Come on man, you gotta tell me.” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he snuck a hand past Phil’s wings to squeeze up and down his sides. “It’s so obvious you like this, you let up so easily. Cute.”
“Hehehehehehe! Hehehehe!” Phil giggled, squirming slightly, small chirps peppering through his snorts and laughter.
“Phil, you gotta answer me. You’re adorable giggles aren’t enough to tell me what does and doesn’t tickle, for all I know you could be laughing at me! Are you making fun of me, old man?” Tommy tried to force his smile down, but it was near impossible. He giggled quietly, Phil’s laughter being contagious and that he found the man’s situation a little funny. “Are you? Are you?” With every ‘are you,’ Tommy poked Phil’s stomach. “Hm? Are you?”
“EEP! Hehehehe!” Phil giggled, his flustered blush getting more and more red. He couldn’t help but to laugh, it tickled for him!
“Phiilll~ You’re not answering me, guess I’ll just have to do this..” Tommy spoke with a teasing tone, very quickly and carefully moving Phil’s wings out of the way, so he could lift the older’s shirt and blow a raspberry right on the center of his stomach.
Phil screamed, squealing loudly. “HAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT-HAHAHAHAHA!” Phil flopped onto his back, cackling loudly, he couldn’t even respond because of his loud happy laughter.
“What was that? Did you say something? I can’t hear you through all this laughter. This is very serious Phil, that you would make fun of me, and you’re still laughing!” Tommy grinned— he knew exactly what he was doing, he looked at Phil before lowering his head again to blow another raspberry.
“HAHAHAHA! NOHOHO NAHAHAT ANOTHER-HAHAHA!” Phil cackled and flapped his wings, tears of laughter were beginning to form at the corner of his eyes.
“Yes another!” Tommy exclaimed, blowing another small raspberry directly on Phil’s navel.
“Hahahaha! HAHAHAHA NOHOHAHAHAHA!” Phil squealed, eventually the tears fell, and stroked his face as he laughed, grabbing onto Tommy’s wrists. “OKAY OKAY IM SORRY-PLEASE! MERCY!”
Once Tommy stopped, Phil still had tears still streaking his face, he was still blushing, flustered, as a few small chirps escaped his mouth, he practically became a giggly pile of goo, as he laid there almost lifeless.
“You okay? You alive?” Tommy asked.
“Yeah…” Phil giggled.
