Boys In Love [Solangelo One-Shots]

Ticklish

"So you're telling me," Will was looking at me doubtfully, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, as I lounged smugly across my bed in the Hades cabin, "that you're not ticklish. At all."

"By golly, I think he's got it."

"I don't believe you."

I just tucked my hands behind my head, closing my eyes, "Suit yourself."

There was a silence too long to be trusted, so I cracked one of my eyes open warily just in time to see Will lunging forward. I let out a very undignified yelping noise, tried to roll out of the way, and failed as he was now pinning me down with a wicked smile on his face.

"Will!" I pushed against his chest, but it did nothing.

His fingers brushed over the bare skin of my stomach under my shirt, making me shiver, "Admit that you're ticklish and I won't test it."

"I'm not tickli-" My sentence ended in a startled gasp and then a bout of laughter followed by me angrily trying to shove Will off of me, to no avail.

"Admit that you're ticklish!" he yelled.

"I'M-" I gasped between giggling fits, "I'M NOT- WILL!-USUALLY-"

He grinned down at me mischievously, only tightening his hold on me when I attempted to punch and kick him. "Stay it and I'll stop!"

"OKAY, OKAY!" I wheezed, "I'M TICKLISH!"

He stopped tickling me, laughing down at me, "I know."

I hit him in the chest, "Dickhead!"

He bent down and pressed his lips softly to my stomach, "You don't mean that."

I snorted, combing my fingers through his hair and trying not to smile, "Yes, I do."

He kissed a little bit to the left and then started downwards, making my cheeks heat up "No, you don't."

"Okay... maybe not."