I do not know why my being demanded I stay up to finish this one, but WHO CARES! I'm drawing again! I'm so happy to be crawling outta this art block, besties!
So, Dan's one to toss a sassy comeback or a witty one-liner at his enemies. What if Spectra just got fed up one day and was like, "I'm gonna give you something to laugh about." And absolutely just wrecks the poor kid? I headcanon his stomach as his worst spot, so Spectra is sure to exploit that. 😝 Poor kid is gonna be stuck like this for a while
A Dan and Phil tickle fanfic in which Dan and Phil are filming their femboy baking video and because of the cropped sweater Dan is wearing Dan wants tickles but doesn’t want to ask for them and so he uses his cropped sweater to his advantage, purposefully exposing his tummy and soon the baking is briefly forgotten in favour of tickles.
Warnings: this is a tickle fanfic. Not explicitly sexual but still a kink based fic. Minors please do not interact.
Pairing: Phan/dan and phil
Word count: 1.988
Dan and Phil were in the process of filming their femboy banana bread video and the crop-top Dan was wearing was making him extra aware of how exposed and vulnerable his tummy was consequently making him want to be tickled but there was absolutely no way he was ever going to tell Phil that, instead he kept doing silly little dances making sure his shirt was riding up and hoping to provoke Phil into tickling him.
Phil quickly noticed what his boyfriend was doing however he wasn’t going to give Dan what he wanted so easily so he continued to pretend he didn’t know what Dan was up to.
“Ok we need 140g of self raising flour” Dan said as he reached up for the flour on the top shelf making sure his shirt rode up as he did and proceeding to throw the flour at Phil “think fast” he laughed as Phil struggled to catch the flour fast enough.
“DAN! You’re gonna destroy our kitchen!” Phil yelled gigglingly as he started measuring out the flour.
“Someone has to keep you on your toes” Dan sassed back standing on his tiptoes to emphasise his point and lifting his arms above his head to (not so) subtly expose his tummy and doing a little hip wiggling dance.
“I’ll keep you on your toe-“ Phil cut himself off before he could even finish his sentence as he got distracted by Dans obvious attempt to lure him into tickling him “Dan enough with the slutty dancing get on with the fucking baking!” Phil playfully scolded.
“But Philly can’t I just be a little bit slutty?” Dan playfully whined with an over exaggerated pout “please Philly” he batted his eyes cheekily.
“No! You can’t” Phil teased back poking his tummy softly earning a little squeak from his boyfriend who swatted his hand away giggling.
“Please Philly” Dan whined gigglingly as he swayed his hips exaggeratedly.
“Daniel you know what happens to slutty, ticklish femboys in their crop-tops” Phil grinned, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth as he poked his boyfriend’s tummy again and again.
“No!! Phil I’ll stop I’ll stop!” Dan exclaimed gigglingly as he tried to hide the excitement in his tone and tried to swat his boyfriend’s hands away (albeit purposefully unsuccessfully) before hopping up onto the kitchen island “hoooly fucking shit that is COLD!”
“Of course it’s cold, you’ve got bare legs! Silly goose!” Phil giggled fondly as he moved to stand in the space between his boyfriend’s legs and began poking his tummy again.
“Phihihihil! Get ohohohoff me you twahahat!” Dan giggled instinctively wrapping his legs around Phil’s inadvertently trapping him there.
“Why would I do that when you so obviously want this? Right bear?” Phil teased playfully scribbling his fingers softly and slowly on Dan’s tummy.
“NO I dohohohon’t! Shuhuhuhut the fuhuhuck uhuhuhup!” Dan dissolved into giggles and he grabbed his boyfriend’s wrists but made no effort to push him away.
“Y’know Danny I’d be more likely to believe you if you were actually trying to stop me” Phil laughed along with his boyfriend’s giggles as he tickled his tummy softly with his right hand and wrapped his left arm around his waist for two reasons 1) to make sure Dan didn’t fall back onto the countertop and hit his head and 2) to ensure that he couldn’t squirm too far away from the tickling.
“Thihihis is ahahaha fuhuhuhuhu-hahahahaha-fuhuhuhucking hahahahate crihihihime!” Dan’s giggles were getting more hysterical as Phil found a particularly ticklish spot right along the waistline of his skirt and he softly dug his nails into his boyfriend’s forearms.
“Awww what was that bub? I can’t really understand you when you’re laughing so much” Phil mocked fondly and he couldn’t help but laugh alongside his boyfriend as he continued tickling the hypersensitive spot on his waistline.
“Hahaahahaaaa fuhuhuuuhuhuck ohohohoff yohohohuhuhu *wheeze* twahahahahat!” Dan cackled wheezing slightly as he arched his back in both directions in a halfhearted effort to escape his boyfriend’s tickling.
“Ohhh so squirmy bub” Phil teased in a sickly sweet tone while he continued to laugh along with his boyfriend “squirm all you want, you can’t escape the tickles”.
“Fuhuhuhuhuck *wheeze* phihihihihil plehehehahahahase *snort* hahahaaahahaaaaa” Dan was howling now as he buried his head into the crook of his boyfriend’s neck to attempt to hide his growing blush while wrapping his arms around his shoulders and digging his nails into his back.
Phil, noticing that Dan was starting to get wheezy, slowed his tickling down to allow him to catch his breath “what’s your colour?” He asked once he’d caught his breath a little.
“Greheheheheen” Dan mumbled sheepishly through his giggles “You’re sthihihihihill a twahahahat” He quickly added as an afterthought, still burying himself in his boyfriend’s neck.
“You’re so cute ” Phil cooed half mockingly placing a little kiss to his curls “oh wait keep your arms there” He added quickly as he spidered his fingers softly against Dan’s sides slowly creeping higher and higher until he reached the hem of his cropped sweater.
“NO! I dohohohohon’t fuhuhuhuhucking truhuhuhust yohohohohuhuhu!” Dan cackled in a halfhearted protest as he tightened his grip around his boyfriend’s neck.
“Y’know Dan maybe I’d believe you if you actually tried to stop me at all! You could easily have pushed me away by now” Phil giggled fondly as his fingers crept under Dan’s shirt and he softly and slowly tickled Dans armpits.
Fuhuhuhahahaaa- *snort* fuhuhuhuhahahahack yohohohuhuhahahahaaaa *wheeze* hahahahahaaaaa” Dan cackled hysterically as his arms instinctively shot back down to stop the tickling but only succeeded in trapping Phil’s hands in his armpits.
“Oh nooo! My hands are trapped!” Phil teased playfully “oh well! I guess I’ll just have to keep tickling you forever!” He giggled and continued tickling his boyfriend’s armpits.
“NO! Phihihihihahahahahhil! Dohohohahahahohohon’t yohohohohahahuhuhu fuhuhuhuhahahahuhucking *wheeze* dahahahahare!” Dan shrieked banging his fists on the countertop behind him in an attempt to dispel the maddening ticklishness coursing through him.
“Dan if you don’t want me to tickle your armpits then you’re gonna have to just lift your arms up! My hands are trapped!” Phil laughed and wriggled his fingers proving they were indeed trapped.
“I cahahahahaaaahahaaan’t” Dan protested through his loud laughter proceeding to try raise his arms unsuccessfully.
Phil stilled his hands in Dan’s armpits stopping the tickling, much to Dan’s disappointment, not that he would ever admit to it “I promise I’ll stop tickling your armpits if you raise your arms” he giggled.
“Ohohohokahahahay! ohohokahahahay!” Dan wheezed, raising his arms just enough for Phil to remove his hands, quickly releasing his mistake as his boyfriend pins his arms down by his sides grinning devilishly down at him, causing a spike of nervous excitement to shoot up Dan’s back. “PHIHIHIL! Whahahateheheveheher you’re ahahahahabout to dohohoho, DOHOHOHON’T!” He cackled with panicked excitement coursing through him as he noticed Phil slowly lowering his head towards his tummy.
“What’s wrong Danny I thought you liked raspberries?” Phil taunted playfully, resting his face mere centimetres away from Dan’s tummy, giggling as his boyfriend closed his eyes and braced himself, only for Phil to catch him off guard blowing soft puffs of cool air on his tummy instead earning a squeal and hysterical cackling in response.
“PHIHIHIHILLLL! I FUHUHUHUCKIHIHIHING HAHAHAHATE YOHOHOHUHU!” Dan tried to sound as convincing as humanly possible through shrieking laughter as he frantically freed his wrists from his boyfriend’s grasp to tangle them in his hair, not making any attempt to stop him.
“Noooo! You doooon’t! You love me!” Phil sang before leaning into Dan’s soft tummy and blowing raspberry after raspberry, sending his boyfriend into a hysterical laughing/squealing fit.
“PFFFFFT AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAAAAHAAA PHIHIHIHAHAHAAAAA- *wheeze* PHIL HAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAA *snort* NOHAHAHAHAHAAA” Dan shrieks with hysterical laughter, tightening his grip in his boyfriend’s hair unsure wether to push him away or pull him closer.
Phil stops blowing raspberries and instead starts placing little kisses and soft nips all over Dan’s tummy “You are fucking adorable” he giggles emphasising every word with a kiss, eventually moving onto peppering kisses all over Dan’s face leaving him giggling and blushing.
“You ahahare the fuhuhuhucking wohohorst!” Dan giggled softly as his breathing calmed down slowly not meaning a single word.
“Maybe but you loveee me” Phil teased sweetly, pecking his boyfriend on the lips repeatedly and tangling his fingers in his hair, then suddenly when Dan was least expecting it he tugged his hair sharply to one side and proceeded to blow the biggest raspberry on his now exposed neck.
“NAHAHAAAAAAAHAAAAAAANOAHAHAAAAHAAAAAHAHAAAAAA *squeal* *PHIAHAHAAAAAHAAAHAAAAAAHIHIHIIIILLL *snort* IHIHHIHIIIHIAHAHAHAAAAAA *wheeze* CAHAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAHAHAN’T! REHEHEHEEEED” Dan shrieked hysterically, barely able to form a coherent word, tightening his grip in his boyfriend’s hair.
Phil instantly stopped blowing raspberries against Dan’s neck upon hearing his safe-word, soothingly running his fingers through his curls and pulling him closer letting him giggle into his chest as he calmed his breathing down. “You’re the fucking cutest. I love you so much” Phil giggled adoringly, peppering kisses into his curls.
Dan sighed contentedly as he snuggled into Phil’s chest, letting the last few giggles flow freely “whahahatever you twahahat. I lohohove you” he mumbled happily through his giggles and wrapping his arms tightly around his boyfriend’s neck, kissing him softly before resting his head against his chest and closing his eyes as he slowly started drifting off to sleep.
“Hey sleepyhead! We should probably get back to filming the baking video!” Phil giggled fondly, letting his fingers creep slightly too close to Dan’s neck to wake him up.
Dan let a soft shriek out before glaring at his boyfriend “don’t you fucking dare! I will fucking eviscerate you!” He yelled, only half joking “but no you’re right we really should film this video” he laughed, hopping down off the countertop as Phil picked up the discarded measuring cup half full of flour. “Oh and you better fucking edit that out later!” He laughed halfheartedly glaring at his boyfriend.
*a few hours later, after the video was uploaded*
Dan was scrolling through twitter, reading tweets about their new video as he waited for Phil to finish his shower and make them both a coffee to enjoy with the banana bread they made, when he started seeing a few similar tweets;
*“Omfg Dan’s laugh is the fucking cutest” “Dan’s cackle laugh fucking sends me” “those 3/4 minutes in the middle of the video are fucking adorable!” “I feel like we were intruding on those 3/4 minutes halfway through the video”.*
*what the fuck are they all talking about? Why would they be intruding? Did I really cackle laugh that much in the video?* Dan thought to himself smiling fondly, happy the Phannies were enjoying the new video either way… until he started wondering *no… surely not?? Surely Phil fucking edited that out?!!* he was freaking out a little bit now but he continued scrolling through the tweets proud of how the video was doing and how many were inspired to make banana bread because of it, when he stumbled across the tweet that made his heart stop;
*”this was the cutest fucking thing!”* with a 3/4 minute video clip of Phil tickling him underneath* “oh for fucks sake! He is so fucking dead!” Dan groaned to himself, burying his face in his hands and laughing out of pure embarrassment and disbelief.
“Hey! Here’s your cof-“
“Philip. Michael. Lester. You complete fucking twat” Dan laughed in disbelief, poking his boyfriends side with every word, once Phil had put the coffees down, to emphasise his point before handing him the phone to show him the tweet.
“Ohhhh nohohohoho! Dahahahan! I’m sohohohorry!” Phil giggled as he tried to read the tweet, barely able to focus while Dan kept tickling his side. “I’m sohohohorry!! Dahahahan! Dohohohon’t!” Phil protested giggling as he started backing away from his boyfriend quickly taking off running.
“When I fucking catch you, Philip! You’re a dead man!” Dan laughed and he took off after his boyfriend.
They’re literally couple goals! I want what they have!
Dan and Donna's relationship was still rather new, and they were both hesitant to come forward. But if they were being honest, being secretive was rather thrilling. It became almost like a game to them: hiding around the studio to hook up.
It wasn't always sex, they both craved more than that. Sometimes, they just wanted a moment alone together. And other times, they just needed a quick make out session before they went on air. Like right now.
They were in one of the larger supply closets, Dan pressed against a shelf as Donna kissed from his mouth down his neck, her hands roaming his torso hungrily.
He chuckles into her lips as she groped his love handles. In turn, she giggled and pressed her forehead against his. "Quit being loud!" she playfully scolded, going back to kissing his neck, careful not to leave any hickeys in her wake.
"Quit tickling then," Dan countered, smirk still visible in the dim lighting. Donna felt her mischievous streak flare up.
"No, I don't think I will," she teased in a nonchalant tone before going back to what she'd been doing. Her hands and mouth continued roaming his body, slowly taking him apart. She decided to be a little mean and nibbled at the spot just under his ear. His knees buckled as he snorted, one hand covering his mouth as the other went to brace himself, knocking over a cable coil in the process.
"Shh, you have to be quiet!" she whispered between her own hushed giggles. Her mouth returned to that spot before he could answer, and he struggled to keep himself composed.
Barry/Dan Barry and Dan are snuggling together and Barry kisses Danny's neck and he squeals and says that it tickled bc of his beard and Barry immediately is like >:3c and starts tickling the shit out of Dan's neck with his beard?
Barry's arm was draped over the other's shoulder, with both of them sitting side-to-side (or rather, side-on-side) on the couch. Dan could smell the man's cologne, and it was intoxicating. He himself was starting to smell like Barry, and there was something about that concept that made Dan feel so happy and special and in love. It was such a small thing to feel so happy about, but to Dan, it was more than that.
He listened to the sound of Barry's breathing; soft, slow, gentle, rhythmic and- and warm, everything about Barry was just so warm and inviting. And perfect. And beautiful. He loved this man.
The feeling was mutual; Barry loved every little thing there was about Dan. He loved his smile, and how it lit up the room. He loved his eyes and the way they crinkled when he laughed. And he especially loved his laugh- so bubbly, frantic, melodic, sometimes deep and sometimes high, always made of pure joy.
He loved his long, dark hair, and he loved that he was given permission to play with it as much as he desired. He loved the way he showed his compassion through not just words, but touch, and he loved his ambition and kindness to everyone, including complete strangers. He loved this man.
Dan shifted closer to Barry- somehow, this was possible- and leaned his head into the crevice of Barry's neck, leaving a slight tickling feeling. Barry smiled, not just because of the feeling that followed, but because it reminded him of Dan's own tickishness at his neck.
Dan noticed and couldn't help the grin that grew on his face. "What are you smiling about?"
Barry shook his head as he answered, "Nothing. I just love you." This was followed by Barry turning towards Dan, keeping his arm around his shoulder, and letting his other hand cup Dan's face as he leaned in for a kiss.
Both were smiling into the kiss, so it was rather wobbly and, well, not just right, you might say, but both enjoyed it nonetheless. Dan sank into his seat and just about melted when Barry's lips started trailing down his jaw, his collarbone, back up to his neck-
His neck. Oh no.
At first, it was manageable. A few seconds went by, and Barry's lips were soft, and his touch was always gentle, as always. But it was the beard that set him off. He squealed. The noise itself startled Barry- it made him jump.
Barry stopped in his tracks and looked up at Dan. His shoulders had scrunched up and his cheeks were dusted with pink. He felt tense against Barry, like he was trying to close himself off. And, even weirder, a wide smile was playing at his lips.
"Are you okay?" Barry asked, incredulously so. Dan glanced back at him, and once met with the widened and confused eyes, he quickly looked away. "It.. it tickled, is all." His face turned a shade darker, and he bit his lip to try and keep from smiling any wider than he already was.
Without thinking twice, Barry let his words slip; "That has got to be the most darling thing in the world."
Dan cracked up at this. "What?"
"I wanna do it again," Barry said without a pause, a smirk forming at the idea.
Immediately, Dan started to back up- away from Barry's arm around his shoulders, away from Barry- but his back was met with the arm of the couch. He was cornered (quite literally, as he was stuck with his back pressed against the corner of the couch), and Barry was starting to crawl closer to him.
In mere seconds, Barry was looming over him with the most wicked smirk Dan had ever seen him with. "Don't do it, dohon't you fucking dare-" Dan shook his head, his eyes sparkling, giggling profusely. "You are so cute," Barry added, while Dan still shaking his head 'no' in response.
Barry dropped the arm around Dan's shoulders so it was wrapped around his back, and started to pull him closer. Dan's hands were pushing on him, though Barry knew that he was given consent for this act that was about to play out.
"Stop shoving!" Barry laughed. Dan only yelled out a "No!" and a "Fuck you!" in response. In retaliation, Barry pinched Dan's right side, making him twitch in response and lean the other direction, which made a perfect opening spot at the right side of his neck.
Barry wasted no time- quickly, he shoved his beard into the crook of Dan's neck. And Dan screamed.
Dan tried to scrunch up his shoulders again, but found that it was no use, because Barry's face was already there. He tried to push Barry away again, but realized that his arms were locked to his sides, thanks to the other man's grasp. He was stuck and he couldn't move an inch. His cheeks burned with the color red, and the electric-itchy-tingly-tickly feeling wasnt going away.
He couldn't stop laughing for the life of him.
"Baharry, stohohohop, I cahahan't mohohohohove, plehehease!" Dan begged as he squeezed his eyes shut, doing his best to lean away from Barry's godforsaken beard, but that just gave him more space to tickle.
Barry could only laugh at Dan's begging- not that he was a sadist or anything- and the mere vibration of his laughter made Dan's laughter spike. "Oh, does that make it worse? Hmm?" Barry hummed deeply into his skin.
The only part of Dan that could move were his legs. All he could do was kick- and kick he did. "Stahahahap! Barryhehehe! F-fuhuck pleheheeease!" Dan whined through his laughter out if desperation, and threw his head back, laughing maniacally. Barry only followed.
"Alright, alright, but hold on, I wanna try something."
And then, Barry growled into his skin and bit him.
The bite wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it was enough to make the taller man shriek and squeal with laughter. And god, the growling, the tiny vibrations- they sent a million shockwaves through Dan.
Now, truly, the poor laughing man could do no more. His body went limp, and as did his laughter, which was filled with squeaks and even a few hiccups here and there. Barry let him sink down the back of the couch until he was lying on his back. Barry let him go, as he looked down on him. He was still giggling brightly, his face deeply red, his eyes still closed, and he was wearing one of the biggest smiles Barry had ever seen.
Once Dan felt the grip at his arms disappear, he brought a hand up to the side of his neck to rub away the leftover tingly feelings that sparked at his skin.
Barry grinned lovingly. He looked fondly down at his boyfriend, who then opened his eyes to glare up at him.
Barry just shook his head fondly. "We are definitely doing that again," he replied. Slowly, he sank to Dan's level, lying on top of his chest. Dan could only laugh again in response.
"By the way," Dan mumbled after a moment, "I'm totally getting you back. That's a promise."
Barry looked up to meet Dan's eyes. "I thought you liked it." Dan looked up at the ceiling to ponder; "...Maybe."
Barry snorted. "Oh, then here-" And Barry blew a raspberry just under his ear.
A/N - Fic one of the Game Grumps section of the 1000 follower special. Based on the prompts: “ game grumps prompt for you: dan is playing a frustrating game and arin starts teasing him along the lines of "don't mess up!" before starting to tickle him; dan eventually gives up, falls over, and lets it happen until arin is satisfied that he's in a better mood” I hope you all enjoy!!
Word Count: 349
“God dammit, man,” Dan ran a furious hand through his crazed hair. Arin, sitting beside him, switched from the deep Russian accent he had been using during the last few episodes and broke into a round of cheery giggles. Dan had the controller this entire episode, unlike the rest of this series, and Dan was now realizing how hard the game really was, despite the light mood they had been exhibiting. Dan had been struggling the entire episode but was relatively fine until making it to a big boss.
“I told you it was hard,” Arin stuck his tongue out a little while looking at Dan, the other man furiously tapping the square button, his thumb starting to hurt after doing this so many times. Once his half naked character died once again, Dan dropped the control in his lap and ruffled his hair once more. “Aw, are you giving up?”
“Fuck off, Arin,” Dan growled, glaring at the screen, Arin laughing some more. Arin had been teasing Dan most of the day and it seemed that the older man was at the end of his rope. He was growing tired of his bad luck and just wanted to beat this stupid boss already.
“Don’t give up,” His voice lingered as Dan let out a long sigh, picking up the controller again, restarting the level. The machine gun fire started up again, Arin leaning in closer, the suspense of the moment rising. “Don’t mess up!”
“I hate this!” The character on the screen died once again and the controller dropped once again.
“You can do it!” Arin beamed, wrapping his arms around Dan and began tickling his sides and ribs. Contagious giggles streamed from his smiling mouth and he leaned against Arin, not too upset by this intervention. All the stress of this stupid game was getting to him and laughing for the first time this episode would be pretty good for him. He just let the dull nails of his friend work their magic as he laughed hysterically into Arin’s shoulder.
Summary: Dan and Phil have a competition to see who’s more ticklish. Based off this (nsfw) video.
Word Count: 875
Warnings: nudity, mild swearing
A/N: Written for @phandomficfests Flash Fic: Fic You’re Afraid to Write. I’ve had this idea in my head for a really long time. Basically all of the tickle fics I’ve read are fluff. I wanted to write a smutty one. I also thought the banter in the video linked above sounded a lot like Dan and Phil.
Dan was in the lounge lying across the sofa. The TV was on, but Dan wasn’t paying much attention to it. He had his laptop on his chest and was scrolling down Tumblr. Phil comes into the room, turns off the TV and practically jumps on top of Dan.
“Hey Dan,” Phil says, I’ve got an idea for a game.”
“Uh oh,” Dan says, “what is it?”
“Well, I was thinking, we could tickle each other, and whoever laughs first has to take off a piece of clothing. Whoever is completely naked first loses and has to be the other person’s tickle slave.”
Dan bursts out laughing. “What the fuck is a tickle slave?”
“Whoever loses has to stay naked and has to do whatever the other person says.”
“Alright,” Dan says, still not completely sure.
“I should be able to win this one since your so ticklish.”
“Your ticklish too.”
“But your more ticklish. Get up so we can start.”
Dan put his laptop down on the coffee table. Then pushed the table out of the way. Once the table was out of the way, Dan and Phil stood opposite each other, and put their hands out to start tickling each other. Dan wiggled his fingers, and Phil started giggling.
“I haven’t even touched you!” Dan said.
“Because I’m excited because I know I’m going to win.”
“We’ll see.”
Dan and Phil began to tickle each other for real. Both boys were trying really hard to keep their laughter in. Dan ended up laughing first. “Damn it” he said.
“Yes!” Phil said doing a little jump. “Take your jeans off.
Dan sat down on the sofa to get his jeans off. Of course, Dan was wearing skinny jeans, so it took some time for him to get them off. Once he got them off he put them on the sofa. Then he stood up.
Phil asked if he was ready, and then began the countdown for round two. Dan and Phil tickled each other all over, but Phil broke when Dan tickled his ribs.
“Take your jeans off.”
Phil sat down on the sofa just like Dan did. Once again, the process of taking off jeans took slightly more time than it should have. Once the jeans were off, he put them on top of Dan’s jeans. Then Phil stood up.
The boys started round three. Once again, Phil broke first, when Dan tickled his sides just below his armpits.
“Alright, take your socks off.” Dan said
Phil sat down and took his socks off. He added them to the pile of clothes on the sofa.
“You’re losing now, you know? Dan said.
“Well, yeah because you keep getting ticklish spots.”
“That’s the whole idea. You said the whole idea of the game is to tickle you.”
“But I thought you were the more ticklish one, not me.”
Dan laughed at Phil’s whining.
“Alright, I’m ready for battle. You’re going down.”
“Bring it on, mate.”
Dan and Phil got back into position. They began to tickle each other. Phil kept trying to go under Dan’s shirt to tickle him. While Dan kept up with the same strategy of tickling Phil’s sides. They both lasted a little longer this time. But, once again Phil broke first.
“Take your shirt off.” Dan said.
Phil pouted as he took his shirt off, and threw it on top of the pile of clothes. “I’m supposed to win this game. It’s my game.”
“It’s your game, and you’re losing.” Dan teased.
“It’s going to tickle even more now on bare skin.” Phil took a deep breath. “I’m going to win.”
Phil composed himself, and the boys began to tickle each other. This time Dan laughed first. “Yes!” Phil said.
“I only laughed, because you cheated. You were holding my hands, so I couldn’t tickle you.”
“Take your shirt off.”
Dan pulled his shirt off over his head, and tossed it on the pile of clothes.
Phil only had his underwear on. Dan still had his socks and underwear on.
Dan and Phil began to tickle each other again. Both boys were trying really hard not to laugh. Phil tried to gab Dan’s wrists so he couldn’t tickle him. Dan broke away, but Phil kept tickling him, and he burst out laughing.
“Socks off,” Phil said.
“I laughed because you cheated.”
Dan sat down, took his socks off, and added them to the pile of clothes. Now both boys were just in their underwear.
“Final round,” Phil said.
“You’re going down.”
“We’ll see about that.”
The boys started off farther apart than they did before. Dan stuck with his tried and true method of going for Phil’s sides. And it worked. Phil collapsed on the couch laughing.
“No,” Phil whined. He curled up into a ball.
“Take your underwear off, mate. So, this means your my tickle slave.”
Phil took his underwear off.
“Aw, you lost at your own game,” Dan teased.
“Shut up,” Phil said punching Dan on the arm.
“Now, what shall I have you do?”
Phil buried his face in the sofa cushions. He had no idea what Dan had in store for him. All he did know was that he was in for a long night.
