the mad boy king of duckburg

After single-handedly ruining their whole night, Louie made sure to text Davis the next day as if nothing had happened—launching them back into an unstable sense of normalcy for the next several days. In reality, there was now an even greater unspoken tension between them than ever before, but he was also making a bigger effort to ignore the elephant in the room to account for it. His body, however, couldn’t lie. Why he thought working out together this soon would be a good idea, he couldn’t say, besides that he wanted to keep the exercise up for his physical and mental health, and Davis’ home gym was professional-grade. The fact that Davis himself proved to be a massive distraction and therefore a hazard to Louie’s safety should have been considered, but it was too late now.

Despite the unspoken tension, Louie was acting as if everything was as normal as they could be between the two, at least at first. Davis noticed the audible pause, finally looking in the triplet's direction and seeing his eyes directly on his bare chest. No way... Davis clearly saw it but still struggled to believe it, watching as Louie forced his eyes away to answer his question. His eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t say anything.

“Ah, you would have gotten there eventually, with or without myself,” Ferdie replied, deflecting Davis’ gratitude for helping him get together with Louie, even though his plan had clearly worked just as intended and pushed their mutual friend into finally confessing his feelings. He didn’t need any credit for the idea, as all the emotional labor of the evening was still done by the two in the relationship. That said…“It might have just taken another year,” he added, “and been painful for yourselves and everyone around you.”

"Longer than a year, I'd bet." Davis rolled his eyes at Ferdie’s modesty. He hadn’t thought that the plan would work in the beginning, so Davis was pretty impressed with the good outcome, which was why he was giving Ferdie the credit he deserved. “And if that were the case, I surely would've lost my mind eventually," the heir added. "You kind of saved my sanity.”

Knowing that the two were obviously doing this just to get a reaction out of him didn’t actually do anything to quell the force of emotions he felt from it. Perhaps even worse than seeing Davis kiss someone else right in front of him were the words he spoke just before doing it, blaming Louie for setting the precedent for this. And maybe—technically—he had, what with the whole Sharpay thing that summer and then insisting that it was totally normal for him and Davis to continually make out ‘as friends,’ but…‘He kisses friends all the time’ in present tense made it sound like he was actively doing that. The truth was that he hadn’t kissed anyone else since Davis first kissed him. Not ‘as a friend’ or anything else.

Kissing Ferdie wasn’t bad... He was a good kisser. He even deepened the kiss since Davis was hesitating to do so. It just felt wrong, as if he were kissing the wrong person. And he was. He’d much rather be kissing Louie, someone he’s kissed countless times now, but only as friends. He wanted it to be more than that, and that was why he was here. Dammit, this plan better work.

This wasn’t quite the assurance he was looking for. Davis’ voice didn’t match his tone at all as he confirmed that things were okay between them, but what could Louie do about it? Asking if he was sure, pushing for more sincerity in the promise, was only going to prolong the conflict—and make him sound weirdly desperate for someone who claimed not to need anything more from the other than what they had already agreed upon. It would be akin to saying, ‘I won’t give you any emotional honesty, but please comfort me about the fact that I can’t open up to you.’ Louie was comfortable being very selfish as a rule, but even he knew that was more than a step beyond the line.

Davis couldn’t look at Louie as he continued to get dressed, knowing that if he did, all his feelings would spill out, unable to be put back away like he’d kept them for this long. This entire arrangement was driving him insane, and the only reason he hadn’t put a stop to it yet was because he was in love with the person who was making him insane. If he fully opened up and told Louie how he was feeling, he was sure Louie would take off. They would be done for good. Was staying in this in between worth it to keep him around?

“This is gonna be fun...” Ferdie matched Davis’ grin as they agreed on their devious plan and then headed back outside. Meanwhile, the smile Louie sported at their return with the drinks vanished as Davis took a spot beside Ferdie in the hot tub, rather than sitting closer to him. That little action alone set off alarm bells in his head, though it was still too soon to tell why, while Davis explained that the two had gotten distracted inside. That was odd, considering Ferdie was supposed to have been in the bathroom, and Louie muttered, “Whatever it was, I just hope you washed your hands.”

Davis instantly noticed the shift in Louie’s demeanor as the heir purposely sat closer to Ferdie, keeping his expression neutral as the triplet’s smile dropped. Though he wasn’t confident that this would work in his favor despite Ferdie’s reassurance, he was determined to try; this felt like his last chance to get Louie to open up before finally giving up completely.

Sending Davis out of the room gave Louie at least a little time to try to get himself together, though it only got worse before it got better. He hyperventilated for a minute before figuring out how to slow his breathing, and considered himself lucky that Davis wasn’t really looking at him when he came back into the room so he could subtly wipe the tears that had escaped his eyes at some point. Promising himself that he could freak out as much as he wanted later, in private, was the quickest way he knew to cut the waterworks short. He just needed to make sure his outburst hadn’t ruined everything first.

Davis was completely unsurprised as Louie broke the silence by expressing exactly what the heir was afraid of. Any small hope of things becoming more than friendship level were out the window; Louie managed to make excuses every single time, and Davis wasn’t sure why he kept torturing himself and hoping things would be different. If what they just did wasn’t enough for Louie, then what truly would be? He continued to avoid his gaze, not wanting the triplet to notice the frustration in his eyes.

“I understand them perfectly. I understand what their prickly little legs feel like all over my face and body,” Louie muttered in countering the claim of spiders being misunderstood. He almost shuddered again at the memory from one of his family’s misadventures that seemed to replay on his body as well as in his head. He hadn’t unpacked that one in therapy yet, because as much as he’d always promised himself he would seek therapy once he was older, he hadn’t actually scheduled any appointments until now. How many sessions would it take to relive and deal with every trauma from his life, presuming they started with the most recent? He didn’t have to worry about that right now, though, talking about pets with Davis.

Davis’ eyebrows quirked in interest as Louie continued, wondering if he’d had a bad experience with spiders in the past. His comment seemed a little too specific, and it would make sense that he was so discomforted by the idea. “I didn’t really let him out or anything,” Davis added as if that would make Louie feel better. “He just hung out in his enclosure.” 

“That’s the idea,” Ferdie answered Davis’ expressed doubt over the proposed plot very matter-of-factly. It was clear that while the last thing Davis ever wanted to do was upset Louie, he was weighing the pros and cons of the idea all the same. Louie hating it was a given, but hopefully he would hate it in the way that meant it worked, making him sufficiently jealous to want to finally admit his feelings. It was still possible he’d hate it in the way that it made him feel too threatened and he’d close up like a clam instead, but…wasn’t that how things already were? By Ferdie’s estimation, things could only go up from here. Besides, Louie was the prince of underhanded schemes—he’d have to forgive them for pulling one over on him for once.“

Ferdie seemed pretty confident the scheme would work, which eased Davis’ worries about it backfiring on him. He was beginning to see more of the pros the more he considered it — after thinking back to the time Louie had made Davis jealous, it had resulted in them getting closer, kissing each other after seeing him kiss someone else. Now it could be Davis’ turn to do so, flipping the script to his benefit and to get Louie to open up. Instead of kissing someone random like Louie had with Sharpay though, Davis would be kissing his ex instead. It was almost evil... but it just might work. 

Louie didn’t have to be looking at Davis’ face to notice his demeanor changing after he snapped; he could practically feel his heart sinking in tandem with his own. And he was apologizing, as if he’d done anything wrong. Or rather like even if he knew it wasn’t his fault, he was still more concerned about upsetting Louie that he’d take the blame anyway, instead of clapping back at him for his sudden attitude. Davis seemed disappointed rather than angry, and that only made him feel worse.

Considering Davis’ track record with his patience and temper, it was a miracle how much patience he had for Louie despite the ups and downs — it was a clear indication of how much he loved him. Yet, it felt completely one-sided when Louie continued not reciprocating, or rather sending mixed signals. Despite his patience and understanding though, knowing Louie was still recovering from recent traumas and not wanting to trigger him further, he still had his moments too. 

For a few seconds, Louie let himself pretend that this could be something more than just sex, that he and Davis could be more to each other than what they were. As Davis finished and kissed him a couple more times and whispered that it was amazing, Louie let himself believe it, and then he let the illusion shatter as soon as Davis was out of sight. This wasn’t something they could have. It wasn’t something he could have.

Davis’ mind and body were still coming back to reality after what just happened, the previous worries he’s had about Louie not sinking back in until it was already too late. Maybe the sex had been so good it made him too optimistic, having mentally planned to help him clean up, lay back down and really express how much he meant to him — that he loves him. It only made it hurt that much more when he returned to find Louie in a completely different mood. 

To go from simple kissing on the couch like they’d done a dozen times before to this, Louie could hardly keep up with just how unexpectedly things could spiral. He kept wanting more and more and this—this could get addictive. Not the sex (though definitely that too) but the intimacy. Trusting Davis to be the perfect balance of gentle and rough and being rewarded as he took care of his every need perfectly…How was Louie going to come back from this? Davis was already inside him, and he still wanted more. What was that? What was more than this?

Louie suddenly finishing was unexpected, but it was also so sexy. It only took Davis a few more thrusts before he was finishing too, his mouth hanging open in pleasure as he moaned and his steady pace came to a stop. For a moment he didn’t move, leaning down and pressing a few more kisses to Louie’s neck and collarbone. He didn’t want to pull out and be done so soon, but he also knew they’d both likely get overstimulated pretty quickly if he tried to keep things going. 

Louie nodded quickly in response to Davis’ direction; he would let him know if he needed to stop, always vocal about what he wanted (in any context), but he was so excited he was finally going to fuck him that he honestly might have agreed to anything at that moment. He whimpered at the somewhat uncomfortable (but not unpleasant) stretch of Davis’ cock slowly filling him, hands scrambling for purchase on the other man’s hips to keep him pressed against him so he wouldn’t start moving too soon after fully sheathing himself inside. He tried to relax so he could get accustomed to the feeling of being so full, of the other man molding his insides to his shape. God, god, god.

Davis knew that he didn’t need to verbalize to Louie to tell him to stop if he needed it — Louie was always straightforward about if he didn’t enjoy something. Still, so many what-ifs were in the back of Davis’ mind that he said it anyway. What if he hurt him by mistake? What if Louie decided this wasn’t what he wanted anymore? Even with Louie’s obvious eagerness, with no hesitation in the nod he gave him, Davis still held some doubts. But they all temporarily disappeared as soon as he was inside of him.

Even if he had given full control of the decision over to Davis, his choice to pull away and not let him come yet made Louie release yet another whine. He had been so close. The teasing didn’t help, his face on fire with a blush in response. Already? He was pretty sure they had been at it for a hundred years now. He had held out for so long. Maybe Davis would understand if he was in his position, but —unlike Louie—his cock had gone nearly untouched since they stopped grinding and Davis had started focusing entirely on pleasuring him. He must be desperate for some stimulation by now, but was still waiting and wanting to make sure Louie was ready.

Davis pumped his fingers a little more to ensure that Louie actually was ready; it was obvious that he wanted more, just from the sounds and reactions he was getting out of him, but Davis was still worried about rushing this. He wanted this to go perfectly and, honestly, he had a feeling he wouldn’t last very long either once he was inside him. They were both eager and horny, and as Louie returned the question Davis moaned in response. “So ready,” he admitted honestly. 

With Louie’s last words hanging in the air—that he wanted whatever Davis wanted to give him—it seemed like the time for talking was over, because Davis carried on without any hesitation. He kissed all the way down Louie’s body, from his lips to his dick—and fuck, finally having his mouth wrapped around him, warm and wet, after so much teasing was almost too much. Too fucking good. It had been so long since he’d had a blow-job, and he was absolutely not going to last more than a few minutes. Even less with the stimulation of Davis pumping his fingers into him, so slow but still…he was that sensitive.

Davis was lost in the excitement of it all, motivated to keep going by the sweet sounds escaping Louie’s lips. He was so sexy. The heir had dreamed of this before, making the triplet feel good like this, but nothing compared to the real thing. His cock twitched in anticipation as he heard Louie’s words — while on one hand, he was eager to see him come completely undone and finish, was he really ready to let him release so soon? Davis moaned against his cock, pulling his mouth away to look up at him but keeping his fingers in place. He paused any movement, a smirk on his lips. “Already?” He teased, using his free hand to lightly play with Louie’s tip. He hadn’t expected him to be so sensitive, but he didn’t mind; it was actually kinda cute.