Let's get a little day drunk

[moneymatters]

Scrooge crossed the grass with a rather decided march, though careful of the cargo he carried. Rather longer than he would've liked- even though it was only a few minutes of a walk at the most -he descended down the steps and to the cottage-looking door that'd been set in a hill, open to the sky. This was the ground-access passage to the Fraggle home beneath Duckburg, and it was on this door he pounded his spare fist twice. While he waited, what he held in his other hand giggled twice, and Scrooge rolled his eyes.

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[gobetween]

While Wembley was scooting over bit by bit, Gobo was scrunching up into the rest of the couch, and though it would go unseen there was a brief glare up from underneath the blanket. Then, left with either the choice of fold double or get off the couch entirely, he took a third option and just stretched back out, across Wembley's lap this time. He turned over a bit so he was 'facing' him, though the covers- save over the end of his nose -obscured everything, and one arm stretched out while the other stayed folded close to rest against Wembley's side. There was a half-grumbled "Stop shakin' the couch, eh" and then he settled in.

[forachange]

Wembley blinked down at that little hint of snout - he had to fight hard against the urge to tap it playfully. "But I wasn't," he whispered. A beat. "Was I?" Then, while he may have resisted poking Gobo, he couldn't help petting across the blanket where maybe his side was. It was hard to be sure.

[gobetween]

Wembley at least mostly gets it. It's a little more on his stomach than his side, but close enough.

Gobo snorted softly. "Movement causes ripples. Ripples cause shakes. You're shaking the couch."

[forachange]

Wembley snickered softly, and now he did - very, very gently - tap the tip of Gobo's snout. "Well, at least I found a place I want to be on it, then."

[gobetween]

He scrunched his nose a bit and exhaled against Wembley's hand, amused by the fairy-light boop.

"Good. 'Cuz I'll getcha later if you move again."

[forachange]

Another gentle touch to his snout, though this one lingered a second. "You will, huh?" Wembley teased. "You'll get me?"

[gobetween]

A feinted snap at his finger. "Yeah, that's right. I will. I'll get you good."

[forachange]

Wembley dissolved into near-silent giggles at that; near-silent not even out of consideration, just - he was giggling to much to really have enough breath to make it noisy.

"Well, gee," he started, once he'd recovered, "what am I going to do about that?"

[gobetween]

He didn't exactly have the wherewithal for any laughing of his own, though he did slide the blanket back until he could see, looking up at Wembley with a grin.

"Absolutely nothing, that's what. When I decide to get somebody, there's no way to hide and no way to stop."

[forachange]

"Aw, rocks," he sighed, quite dramatically. "I guess I'll just have to get got."

He was definitely looking forward to Gobo feeling better. That grin was just begging to be kissed.

[gobetween]

"I guess you will." A final smirk, and then he snuggled back into Wembley's lap, exhaling as he did.

[forachange]

Oh, he was absolutely getting got later, if only because he wound up shaking the couch again - it wasn't his intention, but that sigh against his stomach just tickled too much not to send him into a fit of giggles.

"G-Gobo!"

[gobetween]

His eyes briefly crossed at the jiggling through Wembley's body, then he snickered softly himself.

"Sorry. I won't-" Huff "-do it again."

[forachange]

"Gobo, what are you doing?" Wembley laughed, knowing full well that Gobo was aware he'd just done it again. "You silly Fraggle! Oh Gobo..."

[gobetween]

Ohhh, Wembley's giggling hurt but at the moment, the way teasing him lifted his spirits, he didn't care.

"Fine, fine. Then I'll just do this instead." He shifted forward enough that he could use the tip of his nose to push through the part at the bottom of Wembley's shirt and he planted a kiss to his stomach. And another huff for good measure.

[forachange]

Another giggle, though a bit gentler, at that kiss - and then a full belly-laugh at the exhale. "You're awful."

His tone suggested he meant anything but that - or at least, if he meant it, he sure didn't mind.

[gobetween]

"Mmmm, I know." He snuggled into his lap and let out a- gentler -sigh, and stayed that way for a good while. Then, with a thoughtful half-sound, he glanced up.

"Hey, Wembley?" Gobo caaaarefully turned so he was a bit more on his back. "Awh, this is silly, but," with the faintest chuckle, "can you rub my stomach like you were before? It felt kinda nice."

[forachange]

Wembley smiled and nodded. "Sure thing, Gobo. I don't mind that at all."

Ever-so-gently, he rested his hands on Gobo's stomach and slowly moved them back and forth. "It's not silly, you know."

[gobetween]

"I know, it just makes me think of when I was little." He smiled some, closing his eyes and focusing on the warmth of Wembley's hands against his unsettled stomach.

"I got into a radish and cabbage cake that Uncle Matt had intended for the both of us, but I ate it all by myself. Felt pretty sick after that, lemme tell ya. But he sat me down and rubbed my stomach like that, and it really helped."

[forachange]

"Aww, that's a really sweet memory, Gobo. I hope me doing it now helps you, too." He leaned down and over, and nuzzled then kissed Gobo's stomach - through the blanket, of course, but all the same.

[gobetween]

His smile widened at the kiss, and he hummed in his throat. "It really does. Thank you, Wembley."

[forachange]

"Sure, Gobo. Anytime." The reply was made in earnest, but also in a gentle and matter-of-fact sort of way. They were always ready to help one another, after all. He continued to rub Gobo's stomach, humming a tune - or rather, a medley of a few different old Fraggle songs.

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[gobetween]

He closed his eyes, breathing out a soft sigh. He snuggled the blanket up some more, turned his head toward Wembley, and it wasn't long before he was asleep.

2/2

[scaredsilly]

It wasn't long before he returned, pausing to look at the scene on the couch and nodding to himself. Looking up at Wembley, he waved and then signed. "I guess Gobo must be starting to feel better. I could hear you two flirting all the way back in the laundry room."

[forachange]

Wembley smiled widely, the top of his snout crinkling some, too, and he signed back, "I think he is, it's good. And we could've gotten you, but you flirt different than Gobo does."

There were benefits to being so indecisive; to often going along with others. One of them was that the very different people in Wembley's life brought out different sides of him - and that was perhaps best exemplified with his boyfriends and his flirtatious exchanges with each of them. With Gobo, there was a focus on goofing around, and on physical playfulness, while with Boober, flirting was more subtle, and mostly verbal.