Wilbur sat in front of his laptop tapping away, his round gold glasses resting on his nose as he lazily wrote down the next sentence. As he finished the sentence he began to exaggeratingly blink from staring at the screen of his laptop for so long. He sighed, taking his glasses off as he lifted his free hand to rub his tired eyes. He leaned forward his elbows resting on the desk before him as he relaxed. This chapter had to be done tonight if he wanted to be on schedule for the release date for his book.

He was relieved that he only had one more paragraph to go before he finished the chapter, then he could eat dinner and rest on the cozy couch in his living room. He lifted his head, pushing his elbows off the desk as his eyes gravitated towards the window in his blank-looking office. Wilbur's chocolate brown eyes watched as a few drops of rain landed on the window, depressingly making their way down the glass at a slow pace. 
   
Was it going to rain? Wilbur leaned back in his desk chair, arm rests now occupied with his tired arms. He heaved a breath, eyes making their way back to the laptop. Just a few more sentences, then he could be done. Wilbur leaned forwards, fingertips once again tapping against the keyboard as he was sucked back into the silence of the office. 

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Wilbur had finished his microwaved dinner when he had cuddled into his comfortable couch, hot cocoa settled on the coffee table in front of him and TV remote in his hand as he searched through youtube for a good video. His lazy eyes scanned the options with very little interest. Eventually, he had settled on some weird paranormal video, deciding he might as well get some laughs in at the ridiculousness he thinks (and knows) these types of videos were. He was already smirking at the clips the investigators were showing, ready to try and debunk every 'paranormal occurrence'.

He was finally relaxing when a knock came to the front door Wilbur's tired eyes looking towards the hall that lead to it. Who would be here at ten at night? He chose to ignore it, chalking it up as someone having the wrong address and that they would leave soon. With this thought he pulled his fuzzy brown blanket closer, reaching out for his mug of hot cocoa. 
   
Another knock interrupted him. He paused, brows creasing together in confusion. When a third knock rang through the house he irritatingly sighed, pulling his blanket off of himself as he forced himself off the couch cushions to go answer the door. He opened the door, frowning of course, and after he took in the sight before him he felt the expression deepen. It was still raining, pouring outside making it impossible to see more than a foot in front of yourself.

Before he was a soaked and disheveled looking Quackity, his blue eyes dull and cascaded towards the floor, his arms crossed over his shaking body as he bit his bottom lip as if he was trying to stop himself from crying. "Quackity?" His voice was calm, concerned, and had a questioning tone. The raven looked up, his big blue eyes holding some unknown plea. 
   
Wilbur moved out of the entranceway, letting the other know he was allowed inside his house. The other weakly smiled, trying to show some type of gratefulness, before walking into the entranceway and into the dim house. "Thank you." The smallers voice was small, a shake evident in it. Wilbur shut the door when the other was inside, turning towards the other with a concerned look. 
   
"What's wrong? What happened- why were you out there with it pouring like that?" Wilbur had many questions, but him showing his concern only make quackity's eyes glossy. It was very clear the other didn't want to talk about it, at least not yet. Wilbur sighed, his once tense shoulders relaxing. "Okay, one step at a time, yeah?" Quackity looked away, seeming to shrink in on himself. "Your sopping wet- let me get you a change of clothes." Wilbur said, placing a gentle hand on the raven's shoulder. He ignored the slight flinch he got in return. "C'mon." He whispered, his frown still on display on his face. He led the shorter man through his house towards the bathroom, opening the door and flicking the light on before looking back towards the still quiet quackity. "You can get those off in here, I'm gonna get you some dry clothes now I'll be right back." With a nod Quackity walked into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind him. 
   
Wilbur stood for a second, worried brown eyes flicking away from the white door to make his way to his bedroom. It didn't take him long to find something for the other, grabbing a red sweater he had laying around and some black shorts he found. After grabbing them he made his way back down the hall, carefully knocking on the door for Quackity to open. He did after a moment, Wilbur shoving his arm through the small opening to give the other his clothes. He felt them get yanked out of his grip, pulling his arm out for the other to shut it once again. He did so, and Wilbur let out a needed breath.

"When you're done I'll be in the living room." he waited for a reply, getting a small 'ok' after a few seconds. He made his way down the hall to the living room, plopping back onto the living room couch. He stared blankly at the cream-colored wall, trying to process all that has happened so far. He snapped out of his mind when he heard careful steps behind him, looking over to see a tried Quackity. 

Wilbur couldn't help his eyes run down the other's body, feeling a weird fuzzy feeling seeing the shorter in his clothes. The red sweater was too big on him, most of his left shoulder showing while his hands seemed to disappear. The black shorts were barely visible by how big the sweater was, but a sliver of the black cloth was showing. Wilbur forced his eyes to meet Quackity's saddened ones, all weird emotions forgotten.

He sat down next to Wilbur, pulling his legs up to his chest as he sat his head down on them, his blue eyes now watching the wall too. Wilbur looked over, leaning forwards some hoping to get the raven to look at him. It worked, those sad blue eyes meeting his own. "Can you tell me why you're where at my front door at ten at night now?" Quackity looked down at the gray carpet, his brows creasing together as he thought. 
   
"I... I, Sapnap, and Karl got in a fight..." Wilbur adjusted himself to face the other, more worry filling him. 
   
"What was the fight about?" Quackity frowned, and Wilbur knew that the man didn't want to talk about it. "Ok..." Wilbur took the other in, seeing his sad state, the bags under his eyes, how he seemed to just want to stop and think for a moment. It reminded Wilbur of himself when he was overworked. It gave Wilbur an idea, looking back towards his kitchen before looking back at his friend. "You want a beer?" Quackity looked over towards Wilbur with a confused face, his eyes squinting at the other as he tilted his head. "It's just- having a beer can help you relax." Wilbur had always had a beer when he needed to stop and think, it helped him think in a way. Ponder on life and where he was going, what he could do to reach his dreams. It also just helped with stress, letting himself calm down some as he figured out his problems and how to fix them.

He never drank so much to the point he wasn't aware of his actions, rarely would he even let himself get half that far even with friends. He never liked it when he wasn't in control of his actions, something he had told many people when they asked why he never drank so heavily. "Just one won't heart you Quackity." he smiled, trying to lessen the tension in the room. 
   
"Okay..." He agreed. Wilbur stood up, making his way towards the kitchen fridge to grab two beers. He opened them, taking the beverages back towards the living room before handing one to the shorter male. Wilbur sat down next to him, tipping the drink back to take a gulp of the liquid inside the bottle. He sat it down on his leg, looking over towards Quackity to already see the raven done with the beer he had been handed. His brown eyes widened, seeing Quackity sit the bottle down before looking back towards Wilbur. "Can I get another?" His voice was quiet, as if he was asking an insane question. Wilbur only sadly smiled, getting up to grab another bottle for his friend. 

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Note to self, giving Quackity free reign to alcohol was a horrible idea. Next to Wilbur was a saddened Quackity, tear tracks down his face and five bottles of beer around him, a sixth in his hand. Wilbur had finished his first and had set the empty bottle on the coffee table long ago, now watching his depressed friend as he gulped down more of his alcoholic drink. After the third bottle Wilbur had told the other if he wanted more he had to get it himself.

And so he watched as Quackity forced himself up to get to the kitchen, coming back with two more bottles to drink. Wilbur was worried, grabbing Quackity's wrist to force the other to stop. His hazy blue eyes met Wilbur's a frown forming on his face. "I think you've had enough." Quackity looked at his beer bottle, slowly nodding. 

The taller had let go of Quackity's wrist after this, watching in disappointment as he flung his head back again to gulp down the rest of the drink before settling the bottle with the many others. It was quiet after this, neither sure how to start a conversation. Quackity, in his hazy and drunken state, turned towards his close friend with a sad frown.

"Sap and Karl told me I was too much of a problem." He rushed out, globs of tears rising in his eyes. "T-They said that I... had too many problems..." He looked towards the ground, crossing his arms as if he was trying to hug himself. "I... was yelling back... And-and then Sapnap... slapped m-me." A choked-back whine came from Quackity, the short male curling in on himself. Wilbur was stunned by the raven's confession. Sapnap had slapped Quackity? Why would Sapnap do that? He knew of Quackity's past, how he had been abused... what would possess Sapnap to smack Quackity. Wilbur was angry, both at Sapnap and that Quackity was crying. 

He reached out, debating if he should pull the drunken Quackity into a hug. He eventually came to an agreement, pulling the short man into a needed hug. Quackity laid his head on Wilbur's chest, letting his tears wet his yellow sweater. Wilbur only rubbed the sad man's arm hoping to bring comfort, looking down at the man in his arms with a huge frown. A part of him felt fuzzy, having the other in his arms like this. But he knew that his stupid emotions did not belong in a situation like this, quickly kicking them to the side.

"I'm sorry Quackity, that shouldn't have happened to you." Wilbur spoke softly, pulling the other closer to himself as he sniffled back sobs. "That wasn't right of Sapnap, and the next time I see him I'll kick him in the ass for you." he smiled, hoping to at least get a chuckle out of the other. Nothing came of it though, only another shaky breath. 

"Your so nice to me Wilbur..." Quackity mumbled, looking up towards the other with big blurry eyes. "Your so sweet, a-and you care about people... You're always there for people when they need support." Wilbur smiled, lifting his free hand to move some out-of-place hair out of Quackity's pretty face. His eyes seemed to gain their sparkle back, even if a coat of haze covered his eyes. It was obvious the other was drunk. "I think... that's why I love you." Wilbur paused at that, his brain freezing for a split second as the words hit him full force, his brown eyes widening. 

"W-What?" Quackity smiled, sitting up some as he stared at the other. 

"I...Love you." Wilbur blinked, trying to ignore the happy feeling that engulfed him from the shorters words. Wilbur stopped though, sadly smiling as he shook his head. 

"No... No Quackity, you don't love me." wilbur said, making Quackity frown, brows creasing together to show his confusion. "You're... drunk..-" Before Wilbur knew what was happening a pair of lips were on his, making his eyes widen even more. He gasped, freezing before slowly melting into the long-awaited kiss. His eyes slowly drooped closed, a hand reaching up for Quackity's cheek. His thumb grazed the other's soft skin as Quackity backed away from the kiss, Wilbur shamelessly chasing after the other's lips. A giggle left Quackity's own pair, dipping back down to reconnect his with Wilbur's.

The brunette felt the other sit down in his lap, hands resting on his stomach as Wilbur wrapped his own arms around the raven's neck in a desperate act to keep the other close. The kiss progressed, tongue eventually being introduced into the mix. Wilbur made very little protest as Quackity dipped his tongue into his mouth. It was as if Quackity was trying to claim him, acting as desperate as he was. Wilbur was enchanted by the other, making very little effort to stop the other's advances, accepting the raven's tongue into his mouth. 

Without warning Quackity began to slowly buck his hips forwards into Wilbur's own, making Wilbur groan as they pulled away from their heated kiss. The brunette looked at the man before him, his head laying on the back of the brown couch as he stared up. Quackity looked hot from Wilbur's view. His cheeks were rosy as he panted for needed breath, his lips reddened and saliva slicked as well a slightly parted as he breathed, blue eyes hazy with lust and something else. "I-Is this proof enough Wilbur?" The man in question moaned as Quackity deepened his grinding, a beautiful moan of his own leaving Quackity's throat after a few more mindless bucks.

Wilbur could feel himself shamelessly harden from the contact, His own hip moving forwards towards Quackity's in a attepmt to add more needed friction. Unsatisfied Wilbur's hands quickly made their way to the raven's hips to help pace him to stop the uneven one he already possessed, moving their hips together in a rhythm that made Quackity let out a high-pitched moan. He heaved for breath, his brown eyes threatening to roll into the back of his head from the unfamiliar pleasure he was feeling. He never had physical contact like this with another, all these pleasure-filled touches and actions making Wilbur's brain turn to mush. Another sweet giggle filled Wilbur's ears before he felt lips on his neck leaving a quick sloppy kiss. He gasped, head leaping away from the feeling as the wet kiss quickly turned to a suctioning, yet pleasurable, feeling that took over his senses. He felt arms loop around his shoulders, more random kisses and hickies being added to the first.

Wilbur's brain was hazy, trying to process what was happening. Quackity was on top of him, quiet needy moans leaving his throat as they ground their clothed dicks against one another. It was all too much, Wilbur trying to remember how this began. The brunette paused, his hazy memory finally coming back to him. Eventually, he came to his senses, forcing Quackity's hips to stop all movement. The raven whined, lifting his face away from Wilbur's now bruised neck with puzzled eyes. He knew what else hid in Quackity's lustful eyes now, the glaze that only drunk people possessed. 

"Stop..." Wilbur heaved out. "This- your drunk... Your not thinking right." Quackity huffed, trying to move his hips once again to gain friction. Wilbur's grip hardened, making sure the other's hips didn't move. "No, Quackity... You... your not in the right mindset." Quackity huffed, settling his butt onto Wilbur's legs. "Let's get to bed, it's what's best ok?" He hoped that drunk Quackity would be easy to convince.

"Can I... at least sleep with you?" the raven asked. Wilbur wasn't sure if that was a good idea, looking into the other's sad eyes before letting out a tired sigh. 

"Sure, now let's go..." Wilbur really hoped that Quackity was drunk enough to not remember the events of tonight, or the morning would be more awkward than it already probably would be. Making their way to Wilbur's room, the brunette opened the door, watching as Quackity clumsily made his way to the sloppily made bed. Wilbur sighed, making his way towards the bed as well. Wilbur pulled the blankets up t get under them, the drunken man doing the same. 

"Can we at least cuddle?" The tallers head shot towards Quackity, who smiled lazily at the other in an almost innocent way. Wilbur fought with himself before giving in, finally nodding at the raven's question. Quackity happily smiled, arms opening wide for the other to crawl into. Wilbur did so, settling into the shorters arms with a tired sigh. A kiss was pressed to his forehead, making a blush cross his face. He wrapped his arms around the waist of the other, bathing in the warmth of the other. "Good night." Quackity said, resting his head on top of Wilbur's own. 

"Good night..." Wilbur really hoped that Quackity wouldn't remember in the morning, he doesn't know what will happen if had does. And so Wilbur fell asleep, desperately trying to forget about his hard dick.