i was looking jacksucksatlife up and apparently someone else thought to ship jack and wilbur. sad thing is that all of jack's viewers think the same. lol. thx for the support, also.

When Jack woke up that morning, Wilbur was already on his phone, watching something and slightly chuckling. He's already comfortable here. thought Jack, silently watching Wilbur. Jack was, obviously, still in the mushroom suit, so he was kinda embarrassed, but it was too late. Wilbur was still tapping on his phone, his face glowing with a yellow ring because of the sun peeking through the shades, his unruly brown hair spread across the pillow. Jack smiled slightly, loving that Wilbur was in his bed. Despite feeling the growing problem between his legs, he couldn't stop staring. Suddenly, Wilbur moved and put his phone down. "Alright Jack, I know your watching me. What?" Jack wiped off the smile, thinking of something to answer. "Just- uh... thinking of a video idea," he replied stupidly. Wilbur chuckled, shaking his head as he moved his head to look at Jack. "What's the idea?" he asked Jack, cocking an eyebrow. Poor Jack. He didn't think to remember that Wilbur has a brain, and would probably ask that. "Uh- I... um... editor battle?" Wrong move. If this were a game of chess, Wilbur would've won. Jack just moved his last piece. Wilbur sat up, looking at Jack. "What about reading fan fictions?" he asked Jack, ignoring his previous comment. Despite Wilbur's outside 'calm' approach, his emotions were battling his calm, almost creepy mask. "That- uh..." stuttered out Jack, wanting to kill himself. "What- what fan fictions?" The younger boy looked at Jack blankly. "If you look up your name on say, Bottpad, tons of results will come up." Without thinking, Jack replied. "Probably all me and Seapeekay." Inside, Wilbur was seething. "Not to be weird, but I already had the idea before and looked it up. Saw a few with you and," pausing, Wilbur put air quotes around the name with disgust clear in his voice, "Dangthatsalongname. And LDShadowlady. One OrionSound. And, ironically, I saw two with us." Jack choked on his words, since he was about to say something, when Wilbur mentioned his fans shipping them. Who does that? He never asked for that. Or any of the other ships, but would he really want to read a story that ships him and Wilbur? Jack tried to swallow some of his saliva, but his mouth refused and he choked on it, coughing and sputtering. Alarmed, Wilbur reached down and hit Jack's back, something he was taught, sitting the older boy up. Jack was about to thank Wilbur before stopping, completely caught off guard. "You okay?" asked Wilbur quietly, settling himself between Jack's legs. Jack's head was going mad, but he was on auto-pilot at the same time. Wilbur straddled Jack, looking at the older boy questioningly. This was what Jack had wanted since he first actually talked to Wilbur, hearing that sweet, silky voice, but he never actually expected it to... well, happen. Wilbur chuckled. "You like this, Jack?" he asked the stricken boy. Jack couldn't contain himself, and even if he really wanted to, he usually wouldn't, but now he did. Jack grabbed Wilbur by his shoulder, pulling him against his chest and kissing him, hard. The kiss was desperate, wanting, and hot. When Jack pulled away from Wilbur, Wilbur shook his head and pulled the boy back to him, barely giving him any time to catch his breath. Jack's shoulders and neck were starting to hurt, so he tried to push Wilbur away from him so he could move down. Wilbur complied, pulling Jack down on the bed so he was laying down, his feet hanging off as they were laying sideways. Wilbur had his knee between Jack's leg, occasionally rubbing as both of the boy's tongues entered each other's mouths, fighting for dominance. In the end, although Jack was experienced, (only in girls) Wilbur won, grinding against Jack and making out with him. While Jack was distracted, Wilbur started to unbutton his onsie, revealing his smooth, pale chest. The younger boy pulled off Jack's sleeves so he was now 'shirtless', laying underneath him. Slowly, however, Wilbur pulled down Jack's onsie, letting Jack kick it away as he moved from Jack's neck, covered in bruises, to his chest. Now they were both equal, only in boxers. Jack was moaning, covered in pleasure as Wilbur sucked on his chest, biting occasionally, before Jack's vision started to come in and out, black to reality. "Jack, Jack, wake up," came a voice... Groaning, Jack tried to ignore it, but the pleasure Wilbur seemed to give was dissipating, so Jack gave up and woke up. That was all a dream, nice. His vision adjusting, Jack finally saw who was waking him up from his dream. Wilbur was on top of him, resembling the same Wilbur in his dream. "You okay?" Flashbacks. "You were freaking out, I just wanted to make sure you weren't having a seizure or anything..." muttered the concerned Wilbur, looking at Jack with concern in his dark brown eyes, his also dark brown hair sticking up slightly, and massive bags were under his eyes. Since Jack was still riled up from the dream, he did something that would actually affect reality. Grabbing Wilbur by the back of his head, he pulled his head down, making their lips meet.

younger boy, older boy. jack and wilbur are the same age but wilbur is younger by a couple months. also, does it remind you of a certain story? heh, i'm sorry. e d i t e d (hah. not) March 17, 2019