You can't wear that... Why not?

by Michigan_47

Summary:

Skittery was having a bad day.

Bumlets decides to pay him a visit in a shirt he loves

Notes:

This is completely based off a five minute conversation I had with a friend. I’ve also never written full on smut so I’m sorry if it’s bad! 

Chapter 1: "You can't wear that."

Skittery was having a bad day.

In the four hours he had been clocked in, he’d had almost ten customers yell at him for something that wasn’t even his fault. The inventory truck was delayed, so they were out of nearly everything. Additionally, three coworkers called out, so he was stuck doing a double that day and still had classes to attend that night.

Swifty would have to be okay with him pulling an all-nighter. 

As long as he doesn’t crash the second he gets home. 

“Andrew! Hurry up!” The manager, Brad, yelled from the office. Skittery rolled his eyes. He was probably in there, watching some stupid YouTube video while he was out here doing all the work. 

“Sorry, sir, it’s really busy out here,” Skittery yelled back. “Y’know, since I’m the only one doing stuff.” He mumbled to himself as he handed a customer their drink. 

Skittery could hear Brad’s laughter coming from the office through the angry customers and the phone ringing. Thank god he was quick, and that the rush was over soon enough. He slid down the wall as the bell rang, signaling another customer. He groaned at the timing, cursing himself internally. He stood up, annoyed at the person. 

“Thought you’d be happier to see me, mi amor.” Skittery came face to face with Bumlets. He let out a sigh of relief at the sight of his boyfriend. 

“I am, I really am. It’s just been a bad day.” Skittery said, finally being able to take a drink of water. 

“I’m sorry, love. Have you taken your break yet?” Bumlets asked, leaning against the counter. Skittery made him his drink and handed it to him, a forced smile on his face. 

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” 

“Jamie, Rae, and Wren all called out. So I’m the only barista here.” Skittery explained.

“What about Brad?” Bumlets questioned, taking a sip of his drink. 

“Does he ever do any work?” Skittery said with a scoff. 

“Ese maldito imbécil,” Bumlets muttered as he handed the cup to Skittery, knowing his boyfriend could use some caffeine. Skittery smiled at the gesture. 

It was only then that Skittery caught a glance of Bumlets’ shirt. 

That damn mesh shirt. 

Skittery grip on the cup went nonexistent as he dropped it, the contents spilling all over the counter and the floor. Skittery was quick to grab some paper towels, trying to clean the mess. Bumlets leaned down as well, giving him a hand. 

“What’s the matter?” Bumlets asked, concerned.

“You can’t wear that,” Skittery said through gritted teeth.

“Wear what?” Bumlets caught on, smirking. Skittery glared at him, his face heating up. Bumlets smiled at the reaction. 

He hadn’t even meant to fluster Skittery this time. But, oh, was he loving it. 

“Bum,” Skittery mumbled. 

“Why shouldn’t I wear it?” Bumlets asked, putting on a facade of innocence. His head tilted slightly as he bit down on his bottom lip lightly. 

“You know why,” Skittery mumbled as he got the last of the spilled coffee cleaned up.

Skittery could feel himself getting redder as Bumlets helped him stand up. Skittery pushed him away, watching as he sat down at a table not far from the counter. After a minute of trying to cool down, more people came in. Skittery tried to focus his attention on them, failing each time he caught a glimpse of Bumlets and that damn mesh shirt. 

Customers came and went as the minutes passed. Some were friendly, but most of them were not so friendly. Skittery had to glare at Bumlets to keep him sitting. He let out a breath when the last customer walked out the door. 

“What is in the water today?” Bumlets asked, coming up to the counter. 

“I have no clue.” They both laughed at that as another person walked into the store. Skittery recognized them as the delivery driver and excused himself to get Brad. 

“Brad, inventory is here.” He said, popping his head into the office. 

“So deal with it! I’m busy!” Brad snapped at him. 

“They need a signature.” He tried to stay calm, even if all he wanted to do was scream at Brad. His eyes glanced at the screen. Just as he figured, there was some stupid video playing on the screen. 

Brad pushed him out of the way, on his way out of the office. He waited for a minute for him to come back. Brad glared at him as he sat back in his chair. “Deal with it.” 

“Yes, sir.” Skittery walked away. He started putting things away, noticing his boyfriend was still sitting there. Looking as irresistible as ever in that mesh shirt,  Skittery had to face away from him to hide his growing blush. 

Once everything was put away in its place, Skittery had no reason to hide from Bumlets; he knew he couldn’t kick him out. He couldn’t just ignore him either. That would make it worse. So he turned to face him. 

“Did you have to wear that today?” Skittery asked, seeing the smirk on Bumlets’ face. 

“Do you have a problem with it?” Bumlets asked, stretching his arms up slightly. The little bit of skin that showed drove Skittery crazy. There was no way he could hide his blush now. 

“You know what it does to me,” Skittery mumbled, biting on his thumbnail. Bumlets reached over the counter and grabbed his hand. 

“Stop biting.” Bumlets’ gaze moved up and down his boyfriend’s flustered state with a smirk. “You sure you can’t take a break?”

Skittery waited for a second before turning towards the back. “Brad. I’m taking a break.” He yelled back, taking off his apron and hat. He moved around the counter and grabbed Bumlets’ hand, dragging him out of the small shop and towards the alleyway nearby. 

Once they got there, Skittery pushed Bumlets up against the brick wall. He ran his fingers over the collar of the mesh shirt with a hum. 

“You okay there mi corazón?” Bumlets asked, meeting his eyes. Skittey didn’t say anything as he leaned down and captured Bumlets’ lips in a kiss. 

The kiss was everything Skittery needed that day. His heart raced with the feeling, and his skin flushed as his mouth moved against his boyfriend’s. Bumlets’ fingers tangled themselves into Skittery’s hair, messing it up even further. Skittery let out a hum into the kiss; he knew that his sounds drove Bumlets crazy, and at this moment, he needed more than just kissing. 

Skittery suddenly felt the cool, rough texture of the brick wall through his thin shirt. His hands gripped Bumlets’ waist, pulling him in even closer. They only parted for a second before finding each other's lips once again. Skittery let out a moan into the kiss, gaining one from Bumlets in return. 

Bumlets’ hands moved from Skittery’s hair to the hem of his shirt. Skittery could feel the soft skin of the shorter boy’s hands against his sides. He could feel Bumlets’ lips move from his mouth to his neck. He let his head fall back against the brick with a slight groan. 

“Bumlets. We’re in public.” Skittery forced out. Bumlets looked up, meeting his eyes. A mischievous glint in his eyes, driving Skittery even crazier. 

“Remember last weekend? At the movies?” Skittery felt his face go red. “Or at Sarah and Denton’s engagement party?” 

“Shut up. We almost got caught then.” Skittery breathed out, his stomach doing flips at the memory. 

“Because you, mi corazón. Are loud.” Bumlets said, kissing his neck again. “Don’t get us caught.” 

Skittery nodded as Bumlets pushed Skittery’s shirt up his body, slipping it over his head. Skittery bit his lip as Bumlets’ hands roamed over his bare chest; his skin felt like it was on fire from the contact. He wouldn’t be surprised if his whole body was red by now. 

“Espléndido,” Bumlets muttered under his breath. Skittery gasped, feeling his teeth on his neck. 

“Be careful.” 

“Thought you liked hickeys.” Bumlets teased with a smirk. 

“I do, just not at work.” 

“Your shirt will cover it.” Bumlets mumbled against his neck. Skittery let out another gasp at the feeling of his teeth and tongue working together to leave a bruise. 

Skittery felt his pants getting tighter by the second, almost painfully at this point. He let out a groan, his hands going towards his belt. 

“Nuh, uh. Let me, my dear.” Bumlets’ hands moved down, replacing his own on his belt. In a few seconds flat, Bumlets had his belt undone and was working on his button, 

Skittery looked around, making sure that no one could see them in the dark alleyway as Bumlets dropped to his knees, sliding his pants down in the process. Skittery’s hand went to Bumlets’ hair, gripping tightly. 

“Mi amor.” Bumlets mumbled out, kissing his inner thigh. Skittery’s fingers tangled themselves further into Bumlets’ hair as he bit back a moan.

Bumlets looked up at Skittery with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he quickly slid his briefs down his legs. Skittery swore he saw stars when Bumlets wrapped his hand around his cock. He couldn’t stop the noises that escaped his throat as Bumlets moved his hand.

“Fuck,” Skittery mumbled, biting back a groan.

“I want to hear you, mi amor,” Bumlets said, looking up at Skittery. He let out a groan at the feeling of Bumlets’ hand on him. 

“Evil,” Skittery said through a moan. 

“Oh yeah?” Bumlets teased. Before Skittery could say anything else, Bumlets had his tongue on him, he licked up from the base, before taking him in his mouth. Skittery couldn’t stop the groan that came from his throat. Skittery thought his heart would stop when he felt Bumlets’ tongue run over his slit.  

Skittery struggled to get anything other than moans and groans out as he glanced down, seeing Bumlets on his knees. The sight gave him a feeling better than any night out; he felt drunk in the best way possible.

Skittery let out a needy whine when he felt the cool air hit his swollen cock. He looked down, seeing Bumlets looking up at him. “Why’d you?”

“Stop?” Bumlets asked with a smirk on his face; he knew exactly what he was doing. He enjoyed every second of it. 

Skittery let out a groan as Bumlets kissed his inner thigh. He could feel his boyfriend smirking against his thigh. “Bumlets, you’re killing me.” 

“Oh, I know, sweetheart,” Bumlets mumbled, biting down on his skin. Skittery had to cover his mouth when he felt Bumlets’ mouth on him again. Even with his mouth covered, Skittery’s noises could be heard at the end of the alleyway.

“Fucking hell.” Skittery cursed, feeling a mixture of his tongue and his hands. Both of which were driving him crazy. “Evil.”

Skittery moved his hand back to tangling in Bumlets’ hair, the other digging into his shoulder. He was sure Bumlets would have nail marks by the time they were done. He looked down at Bumlets, seeing the way he was moving. 

It was like a switch had flipped in Skittery’s mind. He pulled Bumlets off of him and pulled him up by the collar of his shirt. 

“What are you doing, mi amor?” Bumlets asked, catching his breath from the sudden movements. 

The taller boy didn’t say anything as he flipped them, pushing Bumlets against the wall. He leaned down and captured Bumlets’ lips in a searing kiss. Skittery melted into the kiss, using one hand to grip Bumlets’ waist, pulling him close to him, while the other hand leaned against the wall behind them. Bumlets couldn’t help but melt into the kiss as well. 

“Taking charge, are you?” Bumlets mumbled against his lips. His own hands raking through Skittery’s hair. 

Skittery pulled him closer - if that was even possible at that point. He used his thigh to spread Bumlets’ legs. He rocked his hips up against Bumlets’, which caused Bumlets to gasp into the kiss.

It was rare that Skittery took charge, but fuck, when he did, Bumlets and Swifty always ended up melted. He leaned back and broke the kiss, which caused Bumlets to whine softly. He tilted his head down to trail kisses down Bumlets’ neck. He found the sweet spot that never failed to make Bumlets either whimper or moan, depending on how needy Bumlets was. Once he found it, Skittery bit down, he gently sucked at the spot he bit, ensuring that he left a mark.

Skittery pushed his leg up until it hit Bumlets’ crotch. He swallowed another gasp, reveling in the sounds he could get. He kissed further down his neck, towards his collarbone. Bumlets couldn’t stop the needy whine that came out. His nails dragged down Skittery’s back, his head tilting back. 

“This okay?” Skittery asked. Even if he was taking control, he didn’t want to push any boundaries. Bumlets cupped his face in his hands, lightly caressing his cheek with his thumb.

“Mi amor. I will tell you if you should stop. Do whatever you want, sweetheart.” Bumlets assured him, pulling him in for a gentle kiss. 

Skittery moved down to his collarbone again, leaving feather-light kisses as his hands quickly fixed his pants. He grabbed his hands and dragged him out of the alleyway towards the parking lot. He reached into Bumlets’ pocket, grabbing out the car keys. 

Once the car was unlocked, he pushed Bumlets into the back seat. He climbed on top of him, making sure to shut the door. The car didn’t leave much room for both of them, but Skittery was determined to make it work. He smiled down at Bumlets as his heart raced. 

The sight of Bumlets underneath him, in the dim light of the parking lot, breathing heavily, made his head fuzzy. The tension in the air was growing thicker than Jell-O on a hot summer day. 

“Skittery.” Bumlets breathed out as he leaned down to kiss his neck again. One hand stayed in its spot not to crush his boyfriend, while the other worked on the buckle of Bumlets’ jeans. 

“You have been driving me crazy since you got here,” Skittery mumbled against his neck. “You in this fucking shirt.” 

“Why do you think I wore it?” Bumlets shot back, angling his neck, giving Skittery easier access to it. Skittery groaned, seeing the mark he had left in the alleyway.

Skittery sat up as much as he could, pulling Bumlets’ pants down over his hips, tossing them to the floor before undoing his own and taking them off as well. His hands roamed over his body, settling on his thighs. Skittery gave a light squeeze before cupping his crotch. He smirked at the sound of Bumlets’ groan. He felt him buck his hips up into Skittery’s hand. 

“You’re evil, y’know that?” Bumlets managed to get out despite the consistency of his rubbing.

“Maybe. But you love it.” Skittery started, glancing towards the front seat. “Do we still have the…?”

Bumlets didn’t say anything as he nodded, his eyes darting to the front. Skittery quickly reached into the front seat, the best he could, and grabbed the small bottle of lube they kept in the car for instances like this. 

“Good,” Skittery said, settling back in his spot on top of Bumlets. He smiled down at his boyfriend as his hand found its way back to his crotch, earning a gasp from Bumlets. 

“Me estás torturando, mi amor.” Bumlets breathed through gritted teeth. Skittery stopped his motions and grabbed onto the waistband, pulling it down, leaving him in only the mesh shirt. “Andrew.”

The use of Skittery’s actual name made his breath hitch, he let out a groan as he leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss. His hand wrapped around Bumlets’ cock, feeling him buck up against his hand. He kissed right below his ear, moving it slowly. 

“Tell me what you want,” Skittery whispered, placing another kiss. 

“How did this turn around on me?” Bumlets asked through a moan. 

“It’s this damn shirt,” Skittery mumbled. He stilled his motions, getting a whine in response. “You drive me crazy with these shirts, and you know it.” 

“Just fuck me already or get under me,” Bumlets blurted out. Skittery tilted his head with a smirk. 

“And here I thought I was the needy one.” Skittery teased, slowly moving his hand once again, relishing in the groan that came from Bumlets. 

At this moment, Skittery was glad it was late and that the cafe had a hidden parking lot. 

“And- rew ,” Bumlets’ plea dwindled into a desperate whine as his hips bucked up into Skittery’s hand again. “Joderte, Dios, me estás matando.”

Skittery groaned softly. Bumlets speaking Spanish or Swifty speaking Chinese never failed to make his heart stutter a few beats, especially when it was in the context of dirty talk. He uncapped the small bottle of lube and applied a generous amount to his hand before he started to stroke himself to full hardness slowly. He felt Bumlets’ eyes on his hand.

“Come on, mi corazón.” Bumlets groaned. “Just fuck me already.” 

Skittery reveled in the desperation in Bumlets’ voice. “Do I need to prep?” He asked, his hand pausing its ministrations as he waited for Bumlets’ response.

“N-no, Swif and I… Last night,” Bumlets said breathlessly as he waited for Skittery. 

Skittery felt his face grow warmer at the thought of his boyfriends fucking. He groaned as he stroked himself again, getting painfully hard. He met Bumlets’ eyes, a smirk appearing on his face. 

“Are you ready?” No matter what Bumlets told him prior, Skittery was on edge when taking control; he liked it, but rarely did it.  

“Andrew Smith, either put your dick inside of me and fuck me, or I will grab my clothes and leave this car right now,” Bumlets threatened, grabbing his cock and stroking himself. 

Skittery couldn’t hold back the small giggle that he tried to keep in. Bumlets whined as he bucked his hips up, his hand just barely brushing the tip of Skittery’s cock. 

“Andrew. Please.” Bumlets whined. At the noise, Skittery wasted no time in lining himself up and slowly pushing inside. He groaned at the feeling of being inside Bumlets. 

“God, Damí.” Skittery moaned, his head falling forward as he thrusted, creating a speed that felt good for both of them. Skittery knew he was doing something right when a loud gasp escaped Bumlets’ mouth, followed by a string of moans. 

Bumlets moved his hands to Skittery’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer, causing him to go deeper. Neither of them could get words out; instead, any sounds from the outside got drawn out with sounds coming from both boys.

“Fuck, Andrew.” Bumlets’ words failed him as he felt the sensation he’d been craving the entire afternoon. 

Skittery couldn’t say anything; only groans would leave his mouth. He leaned down, capturing his lips in a kiss. It was anything but neat and gentle, filled with the passion and intensity that was in the thick air that filled the small car. It was all teeth and tongue as Skittery kept his pace going. 

“Mi amor.” Bumlets struggled to get out through the sensations coursing through his veins. “I’m gonna…” His words trailed off into a deep moan. A sound that made Skittery’s heart jump.

Skittery could’ve sworn his heart stopped right then and there. It wasn’t anything new, but being in such a position with him, he might actually die from the name this time. It was like the world had stopped spinning, and it was just them two.

“Damí.” Skittery groaned. 

He felt his cock start to throb as Bumlets’ breathing got more shallow and his moans turned into more breathy gasps. Skittery gripped onto Bumlets’ hips, squeezing tightly as he quickened his pace. He looked down, finding that Bumlets was stroking himself at the same pace that he was thrusting. 

He tightened his grip on Bumlets’ hips as he felt his cock throbbing. “Fuck, I’m gonna."

“Corazón,” Bumlets moaned out. He started rocking his hips upwards, matching Skittery’s thrusts. 

Skittery could feel himself growing increasingly warmer as his body tensed up. He felt a warmth leaving his body as the tension in his body melted away as quickly as it arrived. 

Bumlets let out a whimper as Skittery moved to a more sitting position across from him, catching his breath. He was still practically on top of Bumlets as the backseat didn’t have a lot of space. Bumets’ hand still moving on his cock, Skittery could hear a muffled moan as he bit his lip.

“I want to hear you, my love.” Skittery put his hands on his thigh, moving them up slowly, stopping at his inner thigh.  

“Mierda.” Bumlets cursed. Skittery squeezed his thighs tightly in response.

Bumlets groaned as he continued to stroke his cock, he normally doesn't have a problem getting off, but right now his hand wasn't doing the trick. Skittery gently replaced Bumlets’ hand with his own. 

Bumlets’ groans and moans spurred Skittery on, going faster and slower as he leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss that was everything Skittery needed that day. Skittery swallowed his delicious moans as Bumlets jerked his hips up further into his hand. 

“Look at you,” Skittery mumbled against his lips.

“Fuck you.” Bumlets cursed at him. 

“Already am, love.” Skittery smiled against his lips. He moved his hand faster as Bumlets’ moans egged him even more. He could feel Bumlets’ cock twitch within the grip of his hand, 

“Oh fuck.” Bumlets groaned as Skittery felt a warmth on his hand. He looked into his boyfriend's eyes, finding his gaze satisfied. “You, mi corazón, are torturous,”

“And you are irresistible in that shirt.” Skittery was quiet with his response. 

Skittery carefully helped Bumlets sit up. He knew that his body would be sore, as he didn’t usually end up on the receiving end. He leaned against Skittery’s shoulder as they both let their bodies recover. It wasn’t long before Bumlets had decided to move to sit on Skittery’s lap, his hands moving upwards to tangle themselves in his short hair.

“So maybe I should wear it more often.” Bumlets teased, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“Do you want to kill me?” Skittery groaned, wrapping his arm around Bumlets’ waist, keeping him in place, his thumb rubbing patterns on his skin. He breathed in the quiet hum from his partner. 

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Skittery rolled his eyes at his words as he moved one hand to the back of his neck. Bumlets leaned in to kiss him. “We should clean up. You still have work to finish.” 

Skittery groaned slightly as he leaned back against the seat. “Yeah, I guess so.” 

Bumlets got off him, reaching for a thing of napkins. He handed a wad to Skittery, and he reached down and grabbed his pants along with Skittery’s. 

It was difficult for the two of them to get dressed again, the car was cramped, and the air was thick and warm, causing a layer of sweat to cover them both. Once they were both decent, they stumbled out of the backseat. There was a happy sigh coming from both of them upon feeling the cool air against their skin. 

Skittery reached into the front seat for the pack of cigarettes that he and Swifty shared. He leaned against the side of the car and lit one, putting it between his lips. He let the taste of the tobacco cloud his mind before blowing it out, making sure it didn’t get in Bumlets’ face.

“Do you have to smoke?” Bumlets asked, leaning next to him. He crossed his arms as he glanced over at him. 

“If I have to deal with Brad again, then yes.” He replied. “And unfortunately, I do.” 

There was a calm silence as Skittery smoked. The glances from Bumlets didn’t go unnoticed. No matter how much he hated the damn things, he had to admit that it was a turn-on seeing Skittery and Swifty smoke. 

“You could just not go back,” Bumlets suggested, a hint of neediness evident in his voice. Skittery gave him a small smile along with a nod. 

“I am the only barista on clock right now, love,” Skittery explained. He leaned down, giving him a quick kiss. “I’ll be home in a little bit, though.” 

“I’ll be waiting.” Bumlets reached up, raking his fingers through Skittery’s hair. “You look like you just got fucked in a parking lot.” 

“You don’t look much better.” Skittery countered, placing a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. The taste of smoke was very present in his breath. “I’ve gotta get back.” 

“Don’t kill Brad.” Bumlets laughed. 

“Can’t promise that.” Skittery laughed, stomping the butt of his cigarette into the ground. “I gotta go. I love you.” 

“I love you, mi corazón.” 

Skittery grabbed his shirt from the alleyway, shaking off any dirt that ended up on it before slipping it over his head, adjusting his clothes before going back into the coffee shop. He watched Bumlets drive off, his face growing warm. 

The rest of his shift went by as smoothly as it could, despite the comments from Brad - he seemed to love cursing Skittery for taking a long break. It wasn’t until Skittery unlocked the apartment door did he take a deep breath. Letting the day melt away from his mind. 

After Swifty made sure he ate, he dragged himself to their shared bedroom. Skittery curled himself up in between Swifty and Bumlets, their limbs tangling together. Something he wouldn’t trade for the world. 

“We should get a bigger car,” Skittery mumbled along with a hum at the feeling of Bumlets’ fingers tracing patterns on his side and Swifty’s fingers playing with his hair. The feeling of both of them so close mixed with the sounds of Bumlets’ voice lulling him to a deep sleep. 

Chapter 2: "So he did take control?"

Summary:

Bumlets goes home. Swifty sees the hickey.

Bumlets sat in the parking lot trying to cool himself down. He glanced in the backseat, seeing the small bottle thrown carelessly on the floor. He caught a glimpse of the clock. 

8:28 pm

Shit. He was supposed to be back at the apartment an hour ago. He drove quickly to the apartment, throwing the keys down and kicking off his shoes. He could hear Swifty moving around in the kitchen. 

“Shoes.” Swifty's voice rang through the hallway.

“They’re off,” Bumlets said, walking into the kitchen. He leaned against a counter, crossing his arms. 

Swifty turned around, facing him. “You’re late. I thought you were… never mind, I see why,” he said with a smirk. 

Bumelts’ hand flew to his neck, covering the hickey that Skittery had left on him. “Oh, that. Uhh…” 

“So, you and Skitts had some fun?” Swifty asked as he took in every inch of Bumlets. 

His pants and shirt were disheveled, and his hair was pointing in all different directions - exactly how Swifty liked it. A blush accompanied the bruise on his neck, and his eyes still had that dazed look shining through. 

It was a sight Swifty enjoyed- maybe a little too much, one he didn’t get to see a lot. Swifty’s eyes roamed over Bumlets’ flustered state for just a few more seconds, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Shut up. What’s for dinner?” Bumlets asked, trying to change the subject. His hand stayed on his neck, his blush growing deeper.

Swifty stepped towards Bumlets, his eyes never leaving Bumlets. He wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close enough that Swifty could hear the small gasp that escaped his lips. He smirked as he moved Bumlets’ hand away from his neck, pinning it to the counter behind him. 

“What are you gon- na do ?” His words diminished to a whine as he bit down gently on the hickey. 

“Already so needy?” Swifty whispered in his ear. He pulled away enough to meet Bumlets’ eyes. “Did Skittery take control or something?” 

Bumlets didn’t say anything as he reached for Swifty’s pants, hooking a finger into a belt loop, pulling him closer. Swifty moved one leg in between Bumlets’, pushing them apart using his foot, causing a quiet whimper to escape Bumlets’ mouth, his lips parted ever so slightly. 

He leaned down, his lips barely brushing Bumlets’ ear. “So he did take control?” 

Bumlets’ hips jerked forward in response as his head tilted back. Swifty cupped his chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. Bumlets ran his hands over Swifty’s chest, dipping them under his shirt. He pushed the shirt up until it was no longer on his body. His hands ran over his chest, stopping at his belt. Swifty grabbed his hand with a tilt of his head. 

“Keep them on the counter, Qīn'ài de,” Swifty murmured, placing a kiss on his jaw. “Or I stop.” 

Bumlets whined as he put his hands behind him, supporting himself on the counter. 

“That’s a good boy,” Swifty murmured in his ear, smiling as Bumlets let out a breathy gasp. 

Swifty leaned down with a smirk, placing his lips right below where Skittery had left a hickey. He bit down, being encouraged by Bumlets’ moan. He sucked until he was satisfied with the bruise that would surely show up.  

“You two are, fuck, evil,” Bumlets said, his breathing getting more ragged as Swifty peppered his neck with more kisses. 

“I can always stop. Just say the word.” Swifty looked at him, his own eyes now dark and dazed with desire. 

“Don’t you dare.” Bumlets managed to get out through shaky breaths.

“That’s what I thought.” Swifty smirked at him. A deep groan escaped Bumlets' throat.

In no time, Bumlets’ shirt was thrown to the floor. Swifty was kissing up his neck, towards his jaw. His breath ghosted over the hickey Skittery had left on him, causing shivers to run up his spine.

“Mierda,” Bumlets cursed. “Fucking torture.”

“Oh yeah?” Swifty teased. “Skitts really did a number on you, hmm?” 

“Shut up,” Bumlets mumbled as a whine took over. Swifty reached down and cupped Bumlets through his pants, just enough that Bumlets could feel his hand. 

Bumlets’ hips jerked forward, pushing him further into Swifty’s hand. When Swifty gently squeezed, Bumlets swore he saw stars. The feeling was overwhelming, making it difficult to even think straight. 

Bumlets tried to bite back a moan when Swifty bit down on his neck. He wanted nothing more than to move his hands and pull him even closer, to feel his skin, and his hair, to make him as worked up as he was. 

He learned from the last time he did that, though. 

Swifty moved his free hand to the back of Bumlets’ head, gripping the hair there. He pulled gently, showing off even more of Bumlets’ neck. The pain shooting jolts of pleasure through his veins.

Swiftly leaned down, leaving a gentle kiss on his jaw before biting down on his neck. Bumlets gripped the edge of the counter. 

“Wes,” Bumlets choked out. He bit his bottom lip, trying to stiffle the moan that was threatening to escape. 

“So pretty all worked up like this,” Swifty mumbled against his neck. His hand left his pants, resting on the counter behind him, as his other hand released Bumlets’ hair - who would deny the whimper that came out.

Swifty was quick to capture Bumlets’ lips with his own. He moaned into the kiss; his hands roaming over Bumlets’ chest, stopping at his belt. He pulled away, a drunken feeling taking over from finally kissing his boyfriend. 

Bumlets knew that something torturous was coming when he saw the look in Swifty’s eyes. Bumlets cursed under his breath as he gasped, keeping eye contact as Swifty sank to his knees. 

His hands made quick work of Bumlets’ pants, pulling them down his legs. Running his hands slowly back up his legs, only stopping when one hand reached his hips and the other, his cock, his back arched slightly as a desperate whine came out in response.  

Bumlets’ mind became hazy with desire. He looked down, meeting Swifty’s gaze. “I wish you could see how pretty you look right now. All flustered and needy for me.” Swifty placed a soft kiss on his inner thigh. “Měilì de.” 

“Shut up.” Bumlets breathed out. His knuckles started turning white from his grip on the counter. He bit back a moan as Swifty twisted his hand on his cock. 

“Let me hear you,” Swifty said, stilling his hand motions. “Or I stop completely.” Bumlets whimpered, just as Swifty knew he would. 

“Please, don’t stop,” Bumlets pleaded, his voice breathy. 

He would combust at any second, if the teasing went on for even another second. 

Swifty smirked as he placed a gentle kiss on his inner thigh, moving his hand to his hip. He looked up at Bumlets through his lashes, a slight groan coming out. 

What a sight to see.

“Ay dios mío!” Bumlets blurted out, his eyes shutting. His breathing failed him as he felt the slightest touch of Swifty’s tongue on the tip of his cock. 

“Breathe, Qīn'ài de.” Swifty was gentle with his words, a hand moving up to tap his chest as he repeated the word. His lips placed gentle kisses against his skin. “Breathe.” 

“You are torturous.” Bumlets was quiet with his words as his breathing slowly returned to normal, well, as normal as it could with Swfity’s hands and lips on him.

He only had a minute of peace before Swifty swirled his tongue around the tip of Bumlets’ cock, running over the slit. Bumlets gasped loudly, his head thrown back. He could feel Swifty taking him in his mouth; his hips jerking forward as he did so. 

The feeling of Swifty’s nails digging into his hips as his tongue ran over his cock became unbearable for him to hold back. Bumlets started panting as he felt the pressure from Swifty’s mouth, getting that suction he was crazy for. Swifty moaned against his cock, only adding to the pleasure he was being given. 

Bumlets couldn’t stop himself as he gripped tightly onto Swifty’s hair, getting another groan from him. He knew that there was a chance of Swifty stopping; he just couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Por favor. Mi vida.” Bumlets whined. The pressure building up in his groin, becoming impossible to ignore. Swifty tapped the hand holding his hair, earning a whimper from Bumlets as he let go, putting it back on the counter. 

Bumlets cursed loudly as he felt the gentle scraping of Swifty’s teeth on him. He swore the earth stopped turning as Swifty let go of him with a smile. Bumlets slumped against the counter, his legs feeling weak from that day. 

“You are evil,” Bumlets mumbled, finally able to catch his breath fully. 

Swifty stood up with a chuckle. “You didn’t say stop.” 

Bumlets reached out, grabbing his hand, pulling him to his chest. “I didn’t want you to.” 

“Good, cause you… coming in here, looking like that.” Swifty’s voice lowered to a whisper when he leaned in close. “I’d have to be a saint not to want to fuck you.” 

Bumlets looped his fingers in his belt loops, pulling him in until their hips met. Bumlets captured his lips in a heated kiss. “We’re ordering takeout.” 

“Yes, we are,” Swifty mumbled, a small smile on his face. 

Later that night when Skittery stumbled in from work, Swifty made sure he ate something substantial before tangling under the covers with him and Bumlets. Swifty caught glances at his marked neck as he drifted off to sleep. 

As he suspected, both Bumlets and Skittery slept until late the following day.

Notes:

Thank you to Mack for getting this idea in my head and to Vee for the name of Wesly.

Notes:

I'm not sure if Skittery has a name that's widely known so I gave him Andrew. I feel like it fits him though.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 4 of Modern Bumswiftery Antics