chap 3

- bad's and third person povs
- romantic .
+ some lyricism used/refrenced from taylor swift and frank ocean
*special thanks to my best friend who helped me out by writing a bit & coming up with a bit of the storyline of this chapter!! go follow him*

<3 skepeiz

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Bad's POV

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Skeppy and I had a great first dinner together.

I've realized that I really like spending time with him. Of course I've liked spending time with him online, but he's even better in real life.

He's such a genuine, funny, caring, and just all around kind person. I couldn't say a single bad thing about him.

We just finished dinner. Skeppy, of course, insisted on paying the bill. I fought him on it, but he didn't budge. So, I just let him pay it and forced him to agree to let me pay for the next one.

After he pays, Skeppy gets up from the table, but I purposefully run in front of him so I can hold the door for him. He's been doing that for me all day, and I just can't stand how polite he is.

I walk to the door while he stays behind me, and hold it completely open for him. He flashes me a smirk before saying, "Didn't know you were a gentleman."

I scoff as I watch him walk through. He starts laughing at me. "Yeah, whatever. You just haven't given me time to show you my gentlemaness." I say, a proud look on my face.

"That's not even a word, Bad." Skeppy says, sticking out his tongue. I roll my eyes playfully at his snarky remark and chase after him as he runs out of the restaurant.

He's running down the street and I yell after him as I jog towards him, praying he doesn't get hit by a car or something. He's seriously unpredictable.

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Third person POV
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Skeppy had stopped running in front of a black building. By now, it's dark outside and the building is covered in a multitude of colored lights.

There's music blaring as Bad walks up to it to join Skeppy. As he looks up, Bad notices a huge sign stating "night club."

Bad instantly has feelings of disapproval, and turns to the younger boy. "No. We are absolutely not going to the club." He crosses his arms and faces towards Skeppy, who is looking at the decorated palm trees in awe that surround the front of the place.

Skeppy only laughs in return. "You're saying you've never gotten drunk before?"

Bad plays with the zipper on his jacket to preoccupy himself. "I'm not saying that, you muffin. I've drank before. But there is no way that we are going to the club on our first night together." He stares at Skeppy.

"I don't believe you. Let's go on and you can prove that you drink. C'mon Bad, please!! He shifts mindlessly on his feet.

"Remember when you got drunk on that stream and said crazy stuff? No." Bad says, crossing his arms. Meanwhile, there's couples and groups of girls and guys walking into the club with what Bad considers—"language"— choices of clothing. He just sighs. Nothing he can or will do about it.

"Yes. We're going or I'll go and you stay outside" the black haired male jokes, making up his mind as he stares at (what Bad thinks) is the pretty girls walking inside.

Bad notices and feels his heart drop. He can't just stay outside while Skeppy is in there. He could find a new friend and drop Bad, or worse, a girl. The older cringes at the thought.

"Fine. But we are not drinking and you can't just go leaving me for another person." Bad states, sighing loudly.

A wide grin appears on Skeppy's face. "Like anyone else is better than you anyways." he rolls his eyes.

Excited, Skeppy grabs his hand and pulls him into the building. Stopping at the door, giving their ID's, still hand in hand, and finally walking in.

"What should we do first? Do you want to dance? Or we can do karaoke? Or maybe-"

"Karaoke sounds so fun right now." Bad cuts him off.

"Karaoke it is!"

Time goes by faster then it ever had before. They say it does when you're having fun. Bad had thought it had been less then an hour at least, but almost two hours had gone by once they were finished.

But karaoke can't be that fun when you're sober. Bad can admit, he had a few beers. Maybe he was swaying with every step he took, maybe he wasn't.

Maybe skeppy had just as much, maybe twice as much.

He doesn't really remember much. All he knows is they are there to have fun.

He turns his head to the side, Skeppy's eyes staring back at him. Brown against green, as if they were having a staring contest. Skeppy won.

Bad looks at him confusingly, and Skeppy lets out a loud laugh. Bad can obviously tell he's drunk at this point.

The brown haired male asks the bartender for a cup of water, and Skeppy orders another drink before Bad can stop him. As soon as he gets the water, the taller pulls Skeppy off of the barstool and drags him down the narrow bathroom hallway, trying to get Skeppy away before he drinks even more.

"You've drunk too much..didn't we literally agree that we wouldn't drink?" Bad asks the rhetorical question to his friend, watching as Skeppy stands there, still laughing.

"Oh my goodness. I knew this would happen." Bad groans as he walks over to Skeppy and pulls him out of the way as people walk past them.

Bad pushes them into this corner, trying to get away from any bystanders who could just offer Skeppy more beer. He sets the water down and looks back at Skeppy. The younger grabs Bad's hand as he says, "You got drunk!" followed by the loudest laughter Bad has ever heard from Skeppy. Luckily the music was up so high or they would've drawn attention.

Skeppy is blabbering nonsense as Bad is trying to sober himself up with the water he grabbed earlier. It's a stupid idea, but Bad thought maybe, somehow it could work.

The black haired man stops talking as he watches his best friend. Skeppy starts smiling and gawking at Bad while he's drinking his water, obviously sparking an idea of some kind.

Skeppy walks over to Bad and taps the older to get his attention. Bad notices and sets the cup on the ground, then standing back up and looking down at the boy in front of him.

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Bad's POV
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"Y'know Bad.. you're really pretty.." Skeppy says. I hear the slur in his voice as he steps closer to me. My heart is racing faster than it ever has.

I know he's drunk. I saw him drink all of those beers. I know this is a bad idea. I know I shouldn't even be thinking about this.

I know I should stop him. I know I should ignore his words. I know I should call an Uber and take him home.

I know things will be awkward in the morning. I know our friendship will change. I know that he probably doesn't even mean what he's saying or doing right now.

And even more, I know that I've had a few drinks. I know that I'm almost as drunk as him. I don't know how I'm even considering this. I know that it's just the alcohol talking. Skeppy would do this to anyone. He's just drunk.

I know that neither of us even like guys. I know that we are and will always be just friends. I know that I'm crazy...that this is crazy.

But I also know he's standing here. Not anywhere else, just here, with me. I know that he is talking to me. Not anyone else. Not any of the other pretty girls sitting at the bar nearby. Me.

He wants me.

I know that, right?

He's just drunk. Those uncomfortable, cold words ring in my head like a brainfreeze as I decide what my next move will be and how I'm going to make it.

I have to think.

Skeppy's been drunk before. I remember that one stream. It was two years ago, but I couldn't forget it.

He acted like this on stream.

The day after that stream he apologized to me. He told me he didn't mean what he said, that it was all drunk words.

Why would he say something he didn't mean?

Skeppy hasn't said things for no reason before. Everything he says has a reason, some sort of meaning.

"Drunk words are sober thoughts" someone once said.

I know this is not okay. I know that. I try to tell myself.

I know Skeppy is standing a few steps away. I know he's standing there with his beautiful dark hair. I know he's standing there with his gorgeous eyebrows above his unimaginable eyes.

I know he's standing there with a stupid silver necklace sitting on his chest. I know he's standing there with his stupid red hoodie that's the perfect balance of oversized and regular fit.

I know he's standing there with his stupid white tee shirt under that you can barely see unless he straightens his hoodie out.

I know that he's standing there with stupid light blue, acid washed jeans. I know the jeans have a few rips.

I know he's standing there with his stupid, too-clean, white air forces. You could never tell that he even walks around in those things, they're so clean.

I know that this is a bad idea.

But do I really know anything? He hasn't even told me this stuff. I've just been assuming the whole time.

"Badddd..." Skeppy slurs again.
"Yeah?"

He shifts his weight to his left foot and walks towards me as he puts his hands on my shoulders. I immediately flinch at his sudden touch.

"Bad, y'know what..." He looks into my eyes. He brings a hand up to my head and shifts his gaze towards the length of my ponytail, slowly tracing his fingers down it.

"I've always loved your hair," he starts— "long, short, bald, you can pull off anything." Followed by an array of giggles. Skeppy moves his hands to the top of my head, where my hair starts, and runs a hand through it, feeling the texture.

I slowly feel heated flush coming up, building across my face. This only motivates my friend more. He stops touching my hair and moves his hand down to my cheek.

My heart skips a beat as he makes perfect eye contact with me. Skeppy steps in closer to me and stares up at me with a smug smile on his face.

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Third person POV
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Bad could say no. He could step away. He could absolutely just tell Skeppy he's crazy, it would be that easy.

It became extremely more challenging to do so as Skeppy lowered a hand down to the brown haired boy's waist. Bad's breath becomes caught in his throat.

Something about the face Skeppy was making, though. The way he was looking at Bad— cheeks flushed, eyes lowered, hoodie riding up his chest, raven hair perfectly standing on his head— was intoxicating, and made it harder and harder to pull away. Bad wanted so bad to mess up his best friend's hair. He wanted to kiss Skeppy's pretty lips and be the best kiss his friend had ever had.

Bad didn't know if the alcohol made him think these thoughts, or if he'd been suppressing these in normal day to day.

Skeppy's hand on Bad's waist felt a whole lot softer to hold, and the previously small room had gotten smaller, hotter, and heavier.

Skeppy was moving so slow, and giving Bad ample time to say no, walk away—do anything. So why wasn't he?

Bad knows this is a bad idea. He knows. He's been telling himself he knows for the past five minutes.

But what does he really know, anyway?

As Skeppy stepped even closer, Bad couldn't take it anymore. He doesn't know anything. Skeppy pulled the older's ponytail to the front of his chest.

Bad just whispered. "But you're drunk, and so am I. We both know we're gonna regret this tomorrow.."

Skeppy only looked his best friend into the eyes and whispered back in the same tone— "Please Bad. I've always wanted this.. I've always wanted you." —he cupped Bad's cheek with his hand that wasn't around the boy's waist— "You're so pretty. Everything about you. Just-just let me show you how pretty you are."

Bad nearly melted at that comment. His sober self cursing him, he leaned in to Skeppy. The amount of butterflies filling up in his stomach kept growing. In some crazy, parallel universe, this felt right to Bad.

Skeppy leaned in as well, mesmerized by Bad's jade eyes.

The truth is, as much as he's drunk, Skeppy also knows he wants this. He's just never found the courage to physically try it or say anything about it. He's always assumed Bad didn't, and would never like him back.

He isn't even gay.

Skeppy was so close that he could see Bad's dimples. So close that he could see how foggy Bad's glasses have became. His hand could feel the aftershave on his best friend's face.

Bad couldn't answer. Every time he tried to speak, nothing came out of his mouth. His usual, steady and normal breath was replaced by quiet whimpers, as if silently pleading for Skeppy to continue. To make a sudden move.

Skeppy pressed his hips closer to Bad's, wrapping his own arms around Bad's neck to keep him close.

And when the black haired male finally, finally softly pressed his lips against Bad's, Bad felt like everything stopped.

It felt like genuine fireworks were going off.

Skeppy hummed into the kiss. He kept an arm around his friend's neck and moved the other one down the side of Bad's jacket, tracing the side of his waist slowly. Bad shuddered.

The lights are dim. Bad's eyes flutter shut as he falls—melts— into Skeppy's touch.

Both boys have their eyes closed by now— taking each other in. Bad's hand creeps into the other's hair, pulling softly at the back. Skeppy tilts his head and whines quietly, practically begging Bad to do it again.

Bad continues pulling the shorter one's hair, messing it up however he wants, and earning so many sweet noises from the younger. Skeppy is so close and Bad can practically taste the alcohol on Skeppy's lips. He smells the same scent from earlier, when they hugged.

Skeppy removes the hand from his best friend's face and continues to ever so slowly trace up and down Bad's waist. The younger has been waiting for this moment ever since the day that Bad and him became friends. He has so much love for the boy, and his heart hurts thinking about Bad being with anyone else.

Skeppy thinks Bad's the prettiest person he's ever seen. Bad is glowing compared to anyone else, and he wants so deeply for Bad to know it.

Skeppy glides his lips against Bad's, appreciating the feeling and loving that Bad is the one he's kissing. He moves one of the hands from Bad's waist up to his cheek.

Bad has never felt what he's feeling before— sure, he's had girlfriends that he's kissed in the past, but Skeppy's lips feel like luxury against his. Bad knows that Skeppy is all that he wants. He never wants to let go.

Skeppy tucks a strand of Bad's hair behind his ear as he tilts his head in the kiss. Bad tugs at the younger's hair again, making Skeppy whine near Bad's ear, bringing both of his own hands to Bad's face, holding him in place.

Skeppy tugs at the other's ponytail, taking the black hair tie out and letting Bad's brown hair down. Bad's hand rests behind Skeppy's neck, exploring this newfound feeling of his best friend. He's never had Skeppy in his arms like this. He's never had Skeppy in his arms.

Bad takes the hair tie out of Skeppy's hands and cautiously puts it around Skeppy's wrist, making sure not to hurt him.

Skeppy gently licks Bad's upper lip, politely asking for an entrance. Even drunk, Skeppy still tries his best to be considerate and loving, not wanting to rush Bad or do anything the other doesn't want to do.

Bad knows this. He knows he's safe in Skeppy's arms, he knows that Skeppy would never do anything to hurt him.

Bad smiles into the kiss at his thought. The other, dark haired boy brings his hands down. Skeppy finds the other's hands and holds them as he gently rubs circles in the palms.

Bad audibly breathes out at the sudden change in touch, and that gives Skeppy the chance to slip his tongue in Bad's mouth.

But before he deepens the kiss, he pulls away slightly, staring desperately into Bad's eyes. Bad gazes at Skeppy, his olive skin, dark eyes, and now messed up hair.

"You're so perfect for me, Bad,.. you're the only thing I ever need." He slurs out, whispering in Bad's ear with a soft voice.

The only thing Bad ever wants to hear again is his name on Skeppy's lips.

Skeppy becomes tongue tied as he swiftly kisses Bad again, his best friend opening his mouth, letting Skeppy enter.

The black haired boy moves his hands around the other's ears as his tongue explores every crevasse and cavern in Bad's mouth. Bad can't help but groan as Skeppy licks against the older's inner cheek, gliding against his teeth. The brown haired male is screaming inside with how much he loves this. How much he loves Skeppy.

As soon as Skeppy puts his arms around his friend's neck again, Bad enters his tongue into Skeppy's mouth, following the same routine the younger had achieved just a few seconds earlier. Bad trails his hands down, down to Skeppy's sides.

Bad hesitates for a second. But he slips his hand underneath Skeppy's hoodie, and the older can feel Skeppy's hand grip harder around Bad's neck. Bad is so close to the other's chest, he's just one tee shirt away.

Bad twists the end of Skeppy's shirt in his hand. As the raven haired man swallows in his throat, Bad slowly slips a hand under Skeppy's shirt.

The shorter flinches at the sudden and cold touch, butterflies cascading his stomach and a maroon flush flooding his cheeks. His breath quickens.

Skeppy presses his tongue against Bad's, challenging him to keep going.

The brown haired boy slowly runs his hand up Skeppy's toned chest, feeling the warmth. After going all the way to the top, he goes back down and outlines Skeppy's muscles with his fingers.

Skeppy almost can't take it— he shivers at Bad's hands, and oh my gosh, he wouldn't trade this for the world.

They continue kissing passionately. Bad brings his hands up the younger's chest again and traces the ever so slight curve on the sides of Skeppy's waist.

As the taller finishes on Skeppy's waist, the younger pulls away. Both of the male's faces are flushed, panting and breathing heavily. They stare into each other's eyes with deep want.

Skeppy leans into Bad's neck. One of Bad's hands in the other's hair, while the other still remains on his best friend's chest.

"Skeppy, you're so gorgeous...an' all for me. Your skin is so beautiful, glowing under the light." Bad mutters under heated breath.

Skeppy feels his legs go to jelly at Bad's praise and attention. This is all he's ever longed for.

Skeppy's lips press a kiss on Bad's chin. He slowly starts leaving a trail of kisses down Bad's neck, kissing everywhere and anywhere. Bad leans his head back, letting the younger take full control as Bad tugs at his raven hair softly, knowing Skeppy loves it.

The shorter leaves love bites against Bad's neck, relieving the years of tension between them, and earning the sweetest noises he's ever heard.

Bad's eyes trail up to the silver necklace lying on the black haired male's chest, and he reaches a hand out to touch it.

As Bad touches the cold charm on the small chain, Skeppy brings his hands up to meet the taller's, looking him in the eye.

"It would look so much better," Skeppy mutters into Bad's ear. "on you.."

Both of them are smiling as Skeppy unhooks the necklace around his own neck. Bad leans down as Skeppy closes the silver clasp, securing it on the boy in front of him.

Skeppy stands back to admire his work, loving how the taller has something of Skeppy's on him.

And in this moment, nothing else matters but each other. It doesn't matter that they're drunk: they want each other. That's the only thing they're both focusing on.

It feels like some kind of fever dream.

They kiss again, and this time it's full of pure love, for eachother, this moment, their meetup—everything.

Nothing could ruin their friendship. It was too perfect.

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thank you for reading!! this chapter took a long time because i wanted it to be absolutely perfect :)
word count : 3640
published 1/5/24