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You always suspected Patrick was afraid of being tickled, even though he'd never admit it. He was so relaxed—lying on his stomach while you worked your hands along his back, tracing the lines of his muscles. Then your fingers accidentally slid against his side.

He wasn't really ticklish at first. But he was already wired up. He went still and said nothing, so you did it again—more deliberately this time, dragging your fingers slowly along his ribs.

He jolted.

"Hey." His voice was still controlled, but something underneath it wasn't. "Stop it."

You could hear it—the faint note of real distress, and underneath that, something almost like amusement. Like he was daring you to push further.

You pinched his back muscles gently. He pouted and tried to roll over, so you sat on top of him before he could. He went grumpy and rigid beneath you, almost childish in his indignation—and then, helplessly, he giggled.

You kept going. He thrashed beneath you, laughing properly now, that low resonant laugh that did something embarrassing to your concentration. You wanted more of it, so you slipped one hand beneath him and found his stomach. His muscles tensed and spasmed under your fingers as he laughed hard enough that you had to grip his sides to keep from sliding off entirely.

"Ha!" You leaned down close to his ear. "I knew you were scared of tickles. And I haven't even gotten to your feet yet."

He stopped giggling immediately. "Not the feet," he groaned, twisting to give you the most genuinely pleading look you'd ever seen on his face. "Jesus Christ. You're pure evil."

You pressed a soft kiss to his neck. "More evil than you?"

You felt him shiver slightly as you brushed your lips over his earlobe—and then you pinched him again.

"Ow—" A pause. "Definitely."

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