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“Calm! Simon dramatic.”

Simon huffed softly. “Well you sounded panicked. You can’t do that and expect me to not freak out a little bit.”

“Dramatic,” Rocky repeated.

Simon dragged his hand—his real one—down his face, his words muffled slightly. “Okay, what’s the matter?” he asked through a sigh.

“Grace being stupid. Grumpy. Angry. Mostly stupid.”

“Are you just wanting to insult him or is there a real problem here?”

“Not sleep! Stupid because no sleep! Rocky no can convince. Simon Grace mate, so Simon convince!” Rocky explained.

“Is he ever gonna learn to go to s— Wait. Mate? Rocky, he— He’s not my mate.”

“Mate. Simon Grace in denial.”

“I’m gonna mute your translator.”

“Again. Dramatic. Go get Grace sleep!”

“Fine. Just— drop the mate shit, okay? We’re just friends,” Simon tried again. 

“Denial!” Rocky said as he scurried away. 

Simon sighed. It’d taken a while for Simon and Grace’s interactions to not be awkward anymore, even longer for them to actually become friends. He didn’t want Rocky to ruin that with all his ‘mate’ talk. It’s not like he hadn’t… considered it before. But there were far too many risks there. If anything went wrong… Well, they were stuck on a small ship with a blunt alien who wouldn’t make things any easier. 

Sure, he caught Grace staring sometimes, but that was just because he was a scientist. Of course Simon was interesting to him with all his… mutations. And the times he sought out Simon to talk or hang out was just because they were friends, and Grace hadn’t had any human contact in who-knows-how-long. The times Grace comforted and held Simon after his nightmares? That was just Grace being Grace. He wouldn’t just let someone suffer without trying to comfort them.

So yeah. It was too risky to consider something that was so likely to go wrong.

He headed to the lab, where Grace was hunched over a microscope. Even with the discovery of… whatever it was that killed and threatened stars (Astro something?) and its predator (some kind of amoeba), they still fascinated Grace to an extreme amount. He was constantly studying it, and it was cute how invested he was.

Wait. Cute? No, not cute. Just… Never mind.

“Rocky’s on my ass about getting you to bed. When was the last time you slept?” Simon asked, his arms crossed as he leaned back against the table.

“Uh… It hasn’t been too long,” Grace answered. He looked up from the microscope, meeting Simon’s eyes with a smile. The smile he always gave when he talked with Simon, the one he loved to see.

Simon raised a brow, giving him a look that screamed ‘Really?’.

Grace cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay, fine. …About three days?”

“Uh— Three days?? We went to bed at the same time the past two nights. The fuck did you do, wait till I fell asleep then snuck out?”

Grace gave his own look, one that very sheepishly said ‘Maybe?’. 

Simon huffed through his nose softly, shaking his head. “Alright, c’mon,” he said as he walked by Grace and grabbed his arm to pull him away.

“Si! I’m close to another breakthrough!” Grace nearly whined.

“You always say that.”

Grace pulled his arm out of Simon’s grip. “I’m fine, I’m a fully grown adult—”

“Okay, then act like one and go to sleep at a decent fuckin’ time, and maybe I wouldn’t have to drag your ass to bed every night.” Even as he berated him, concern laced his voice through the growl in his voice.

“Simon, really. I’ll live.” Grace sat down in his chair, taking his glasses off and hooking them onto his shirt.

“Simon says.”

Grace snickered, “Simon, that’s not how it works.”

Ever since Grace had told Simon about the game ‘Simon Says’ from back on Earth… Yeah, Simon abused it often. How could he not? There was a whole game centered around doing what he said!

“Simon says it is.”

“Well, Grace says it isn’t. And Grace also says that he gets more time to study the Taumoeba.”

“It’s not called ‘Grace Says’. And the tow-moeba will be there in the morning.”

“Taumoeba. I’m not going to sleep yet,” he said as he turned around in his chair.

“...I’ll make you a deal.”

That got Grace’s attention, and after a moment, he swiveled right back around. “I’m listening.”

“I’m liking this Simon Says thing—”

“Really? I never would’ve guessed.”

“Shut up. It’s funny. So… We’ll keep it nice and simple. We’ll play a round. You win, I’ll let you work till you drop. You lose, and you go to bed. Deal?”

Grace raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? What’s the catch?”

Simon could barely keep the smirk off of his face as he held up his hands. “No catch. I swear.”

“...Okay. Deal.”

“Perfect.” 

In all honesty, this probably wasn’t the best idea on Simon’s part. He knew the basic premise of the game, of course. But he’d only learned it a few days ago. He didn’t know if there were specific strategies or ways to throw Grace off. Meanwhile, Grace had several years of playing this game. …Maybe? He didn’t actually know how often people played it. Was it just children? Or was it a sport? Either way, his point still stood; Grace was much more familiar with this game than Simon was, so logically, this wasn’t the best idea.

However… Simon was, unbeknownst to Grace, giving himself an advantage.

“Simon says… Stand up.”

Grace stood up, his hands in his pockets. “You’re gonna make me humiliate myself.” It wasn’t even a question.

A small smirk crept onto Simon’s face. “I never said that.”

“You didn’t not say it.”

Simon shrugged slightly. “Raise your right hand.”

Grace didn’t move a muscle.

“Simon says… Do a handstand.” The idea was random, but he had to give Grace the illusion of this being normal.

“A handstand?? Simon, do you want me to die??”

Simon just shrugged again with a smug grin. “I mean, you can always just give up so we can go to bed…”

Grace gave him a dead-pan look. But he placed his glasses on the table and stretched out his arms, hyping himself up. Simon was doing his best not to laugh, though he was truthfully ready to catch or steady Grace… just in case. 

Grace raised his hands and flipped into a handstand, actually managing to stick it for a few seconds. His shirt fell down to his shoulders, and Simon’s eyes widened slightly. He forced himself to look away from any exposed skin—he wasn’t a creep. He cleared his throat, ignoring the sudden warmth on his face. But then Grace began tilting forward slightly, trying to walk on his hands to keep himself upright.

“Shit!” Simon stepped forward and grabbed Grace’s legs. He chuckled as he helped get Grace’s feet back down on the ground and grabbed his arm to hoist him up. “Didn’t even last four seconds.”

“Shut up, that wasn’t voluntary!” Grace shoved Simon paired with laughter of his own.

“Woah, Simon never said to shove!”

“That’s not how it works!”

“Fine, fine. …Simon says lay down.” Finally his plan was going into action.

“Uh… weird, but okay.” Grace laid down on the ground with his hands folded over his stomach.

Simon’s laughter had faded, his smirk returning and taking over. “Simon says put your arms above your head.”

Grace seemed confused, but reluctantly followed directions.

“Now, Simon says keep ‘em up there.”

“This better not be what I think it is. …Simon, do not!” Giggles already began spilling from Grace’s lips just from Simon taking a knee next to him.

“What?? I haven’t even dohohohone anything!” Simon chuckled.

“Yet!”

“Hey, you can always just put your arms down so we can go to bed.” Simon grinned as he straddled Grace’s hips. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was damn proud of himself for this idea.

“...You suck.”

“What was that?” he asked, reaching out to run his nails up and down Grace’s side. He let out a squeak and tried to curl his body away without moving his arms, burying his face into his right one.

“Sihihihihimon! This isn’t— fahahahahahahair!”

“Seems pretty fair to me. You agreed to play.”

“You sahHAHAID— thahahahat thehehehere WAHAHAhahsn’t a cahahahahahahatch!!”

“Yeah… I lied,” Simon said without even a hint of shame in his voice. How could he feel bad when Grace just looked so damn cute? 

“Yohohohohou SOHOHOhohon of a bihihiscuihihihihit!!”

“Language, Angel,” Simon chuckled, knowing damn well he was being a hypocrite.

“You— Yohohohohou say thehehehehe f-wohohohohord— EHEHEHEHEVERY HOHOHOHOHOUR!” Grace squealed and arched his back as Simon buried his very bearded face into Grace’s tummy and blew a raspberry right below his belly button. Grace was holding onto his blond hair, tugging it in his attempt to keep his arms up.

“Don’t rip your hair out,” Simon chuckled as he sat back up.

“Dohohon’t— act like ihihihihihit’s not yohohohohohour fault!” Grace retorted through residual giggles.

“My fault? You’re the one who agreed to play the game. And right now, Simon says keep your arms up. Simon also says… don’t laugh.”

“What!? Si—” Grace shut his mouth immediately when Simon began drawing slow, torturous circles in the scientist’s armpits. Simon watched as Grace buried his face into the side of his arm in an attempt to muffle any giggles.

“Remember what happens if you lose,” Simon teased with a smile, laughing when Grace squealed behind closed lips because he was now tickling along the blond’s neck. He could feel Grace’s feet pounding against the ground underneath him, which did nothing in his favor.

When one hand scratched behind his ear with the other one scratching at his tummy, he finally dropped his arms and started trying to push Simon off. “OKAHAHAHAHAY o— ohKAHAHAHAHAHAY! I GIHIHIHIHIHIVE UHUHUHUHUP— SIHIHIHIHMohohoHOHON!!”

“I dunno… I think I gotta make sure you’re fully tuckered out.” Simon grinned, reaching back and squeezing up and down Grace’s thighs. Grace squealed once more, grabbing onto Simon’s legs while his own thrashed and kicked.

“Geez, Ryland, nearly kicked me!”

“IHIHIHIHIHIHI’M— sohohoHOHOHORRYHYHYHYHY!!”

“Nope, that’s a punishable offense. And you, Sir Savior… have been sentenced to more raspberries,” he said gravely, as though he’d just condemned Grace to death. He began slowly, oh-so-slowly, leaning downwards.

“NO! No no no Sihihihihihi— we can talk ahahahahabout— THIHIHIHIHISAHAHAHA SIHIHIHIMOHOHOHON—!” 

Simon’s face was currently buried into the side of Grace’s neck, his own face a bit hot from the proximity. 

C’mon, Butcher, get a grip. You’re just tickling him, get your mind out of the gutter.

If Grace had the same thoughts, he was far too preoccupied with the raspberries Simon was blowing over and over again. The side of his neck, the back of his ear, his shoulders, his collarbone, making sure to use his beard to contribute. Grace was shrieking and laughing, back arching as he held onto Simon’s shoulders.

Simon gave him a final raspberry on the inside of Grace’s collarbone before finally pulling away slightly—the sight made him melt. Grace’s hair and shirt were disheveled, his face red and his eyes closed as he took in air through residual giggles. 

“You okay, Angel?” Simon asked, his voice softer.

“Y— Yeheheheah…” Grace giggled, opening his eyes to look up at Simon. …Which was when Simon realized he was probably a little too close. They gazed at each other in flustered shock before Simon cleared his throat and sat up fully.

“Good. That’s— Good. C’mon, it’s time to get you in bed.” Simon stood up, crossing his arms as he smiled fondly down at Grace.

“Nooooo…” Grace rubbed his face, yawning.

Simon chuckled. “Seems like the tickling did a good job of tiring you out, huh?” 

“Shut up.”

The brunet extended a xenonite hand to help Grace up, who took it gratefully. Simon hauled him up, and wow, did Grace look exhausted. He looked dead on his feet.

“...Alright,” Simon muttered to himself before scooping Grace up in a bridal carry.

“Woah—!” Grace exclaimed, holding onto Simon’s shoulders. “Simon, I can walk.”

“Yeah, but you looked about two seconds away from face planting, so I’m saving you from a broken nose and a pissed off Rocky.” He stayed put for another second in case Grace actually wanted down… but instead of protesting, he just closed his eyes and hesitantly rested his head on Simon’s shoulder. 

Was that… no, no. That blush was just residual from the tickling. It had to be. Simon’s, however? …What blush? There’s no blush. None.

Simon walked to the sleeping quarters, admittedly struggling a bit with getting down the ladder while holding Grace. But he could feel the blond dozing off, and he’d be damned if he made him get up. 

After a bit of struggling (and nearly slipping a few times), Simon made it down. He laid Grace down in his bed, smiling softly and pulling the blanket over him. He gave his friend one last longing look before turning to leave. But Grace’s voice made him stop in his tracks.

“Si?”

Simon whipped around. “Yeah?”

“...Can… you stay?” he asked, his words a bit slurred from sleepiness and his eyes only halfway open.

“...Huh?” Did he hear him right?

“One of the reasons I haven’t been sleeping… is because I’ve been getting nightmares.”

Simon’s brows furrowed. He knew all too well about nightmares. “About what?”

“...The beetles. That they… never made it back to Earth. I— I keep seeing my friends…”

Simon sighed softly. “Why didn’t you tell me? Fuckin’ idiot,” he said affectionately. 

“I didn’t wanna worry you.” Grace yawned.

“You’re not worrying me, dumbass.” Simon hesitated before gently carding his fingers through Grace’s hair. 

Grace leaned into it, sighing softly.

“I’m sure the beetles made it back. Hell, you sent four of ‘em. What’re the chances that they all didn’t make it? Don’t answer that question,” Simon said when he saw Grace start to open his mouth. “It’s not your responsibility anymore, Ry. You did your part. You did all you needed to do, and you were fuckin’ awesome while doing it. Okay?”

A soft grumble in response.

“Okay?” Simon repeated, moving to lightly scratch behind Grace’s ear.

Grace snorted softly, giggling and curling up. “Okahahahahay, okay!”

Simon snickered softly and retracted his hand. “But, to answer your question… Yeah. I’ll stay with you.” He crawled in bed with Grace, giving him as much space as he could. But when Grace cuddled up with him, oh, all willpower shattered. How could he not cuddle back?

Grace exhaled softly, face nuzzled the slightest bit into Simon’s chest. “...Night, Si…”

Simon smiled. Maybe it was because of the shock that wow Grace wants this too, maybe it was the fact that Grace had been getting nightmares, maybe it was because Simon was tired as well… But he softly placed a kiss to the top of Grace’s head, really hoping he wouldn’t regret it later.

“Goodnight, Angel.”

In the early days of Alex and Henry’s interactions, anyone on the inside of the respective families could tell you they annoyed the crap out of each other. Whether it was intentional or not was another debate, but it was clear the pair got on each other’s nerves.

As the two grew closer, the taunts and jabs thrown between them were often accompanied by a cheeky grin or smug eyebrow raise to lighten the tone. And sure, the comments themselves had turned from competitively one-upping each other into playful conversational love-bites. But that doesn’t mean the subject of their incessant banter had changed.

“I’m surprised you could get that all by yourself.” Henry smirked from the doorway, gesturing to the glass of juice Alex had in his hands.

“Good morning to you too,” Alex quipped back with a grin, “and I’m not the one with hundreds of servants at my every beck and call.”

Henry chuckled softly, allowing his boyfriend to give a quick peck to his cheek. “I thought you would have at least needed one to help you reach the glasses, the shelf is awfully high.”

With a playful shove, Alex’s mouth lay agape for a few moments. Taking his chance to be even more of a little shit, Henry softly lifted the glass from Alex’s hands and took a sip.

“Not to mention,” he continued, wiping his mouth momentarily as Alex snatched his drink back, “the juice itself is on one of the highest shelves in the fridge…”

With a chuckle of disbelief, Alex rolled his eyes. “Someone woke up on the asshole side of the bed.”

“I don’t know if it’s the different sides…” Henry grinned. “I think it’s just your bed.”

With a look of shock and playful outrage on Alex’s face, the First Son retaliated with a soft jabbing finger to Henry’s ribs.

Apparently, this was the first time Alex had poked that particular area. Because Henry jerked away in a motion that Alex had never seen him do before. And the squeak that accompanied it was nothing short of mortifying for the normally very composed future king of england.

“Oh~?” Alex chuckled, raising an eyebrow. There was a hint of question in his voice, but Henry barely registered it past the strong tone of mischief accompanying Alex’s growing smirk.

After a flash of panic darted across his face, Henry straightened himself up (though he couldn’t help the nervous bark of laughter that came out of him as he spoke). “Alehex no…”

“What’s the matter?” Alex moved closer. “Ticklish?”

“Of course I’m nOT-”

Timing his launch perfectly, Alex near-enough tackled his partner to the ground. With all of Henry’s nervous energy the poor guy’s limbs weren’t following instructions very well, so it was almost too easy for Alex to sit on top of his legs and pin him to the floor.

“Alex- wait- please- you’ll kILL MEHEHE!” Henry babbled desperately. His arms flailing wildly in front of his body, hoping that in some way he could catch Alex’s damn hands and save himself.

“Worth it.” Alex grinned, fingers wriggling in preparation for his attack (and also to mess with Henry).

“Thahat’s treasohohon!”

Alex bent over, lowering his face so his nose was almost touching Henry’s. “Anything to hear you laugh baby.”

With his face blocking Henry’s view, Alex caught his boyfriend completely off guard as his hands began spidering at Henry’s sides. The prince squeaked in surprise before bursting into giggles - accompanied by the occasional ‘stohohop it!’.

Adding insult to injury, Alex started to nuzzle his mouth into the crook of Henry’s neck. The mixture of the soft kisses and scratchy stubble brushing against Henry’s poor skin was driving the man insane, not to mention the fingers that were now wreaking havoc on his hip bones.

“AHAHALEHEX!” Henry screeched out between bouts of laughter. “PLEHEHEASE!”

“Please what baby?” Alex grinned into Henry’s jaw. “Please accept your apology for teasing me earlier?”

“NEHEHEV- AHAHALEX!”

A man had never regretted his words faster than Henry did in that moment, as Alex rushed his fingers to claw at Henry’s armpits after the prince’s audacious response.

What Henry did next, or more accurately what his body reacted with next, was nothing short of a miracle for his situation.

Whilst trying to shove Alex off him, Henry had grabbed at the man’s thighs. And whilst normally this wouldn’t elicit much from his boyfriend (aside from perhaps a smirk or raise of an eyebrow), something about his finger placement and strong grip made Alex collapse to one side in a weird flailing motion.

It took only a few moments for Henry to catch his breath and realise what had happened.

“Seems I’m not the only ticklish one.” Henry gasped, but the smile on his face was completely different to before.

“Henry…” Alex laughed nervously, starting to scoot himself away. “that’s classified…”

“I’m your boyfriend.” Henry propped himself up on his elbow and leaned forwards, an almost predatory look across his face. “Be honest.”

Alex laughed again and tried to start sitting up. “Sorry, I’m legally not allowed to tELL YOU.”

Before Alex could even finish his sentence Henry scrambled onto hands and knees and charged towards Alex.

The now panicking First Son yelped and tried to wrestle his way back into a safe position. But his efforts were fruitless, and Alex soon found himself lying on his back with Henry sitting on top of his legs.

“Don’t worry sweetheart.” Henry cracked his knuckles. “I can always find out myself.”

“Yohou don’t have clearahance for that!” Alex tried to steady his voice, but anticipatory giggles kept interrupting his flow of speech. “Ihihi can throhow you in jahahail!”

Henry couldn’t help but laugh. “What was it you said earlier…?” He brought his hand to his chin as if deep in thought. “Something about doing anything to make someone laugh?”

“Henry, baby, please!” Alex spluttered, frantically trying to cover his entire torso from his hips to his ribs with his arms.

But little did he know, Henry already had a plan in motion.

The genius little Prince himself had sat just high enough on Alex’s stomach to have a little pocket of access behind him right to the man’s hips. And, with his knees blocking most of Alex’s ability to protect the area, Henry only had to dart his hands behind his back and squeeze.

Alex’s torso launched itself off the ground for a few seconds in a half-situp position, before his laughter finally exploded out of his chest and let him collapse back to the floor.

The future king of England had to pause at that moment. He figured Alex would be ticklish, but holy shit this was a whole other level of sensitive. His thumbs were barely rolling over Alex’s hip-bones, so one could only imagine how bad this could possibly get.

“HEHEHEHEHENRY!” The poor guy squealed, writhing on the floor with a cheek-splitting grin worthy of the front page of a magazine.

“Yes my dear?” Henry laughed softly, moving his hands to now target Alex’s ribs.

“STAHAHAHAP!”