One Ticklish Guy
Fandom: Be More Chill
Hey guys! This is a Be More Chill tickle fic from my secret T fic diary! Hope you enjoy!
Summary: Michael is a doofus. Thats pretty much it.
âWa-hait. Hold up broâ Michael said as he dodged a zombie on screen, âAre you seriously telling me that Christine frickinâ Canigula is into Beetlejuice?â
âI knowâ, Jeremy laughed, punching another zombie, âI was just as surprised as you are!â They were both seated on a large red beanbag, before a television screen, playing Apocalypse Of The Damned. Michaelâs glasses were sliding off from him jerking so much, trying to fight his way through an army of walking dead bodies.Â
âWhat else did you learn about her?â, Michael asked. Jeremy paused the game, feeling like this was a conversation for no distractions. Michael let out a hmph, yet he was still all ears.Â
âShe never wears perfume, she just naturally smells so goodâ, Jeremy said. Michael chuckled, âI just smell like B.O all the timeâ. âOh, Michaelâ, Jeremy whined jokingly, putting on a fake sad face.Â
Michael smiled and brushed up his hair:Â âI love ya bro!â. It was very easy to make Michael smile.Â
âAndâ, Jeremy added, âShe has freckles on her legs. I never knew because she always wears long dressesâ.Â
Jeremy was blushing hard. Michael gave his back a soft rub:Â âAww, buddyâ. He traced his fingers up and down Jeremyâs back, as he fought back giggles.Â
Jeremy knew that Michael was a complete silly doofus, and if he found out that Jeremy was ticklish, Jeremy was in trouble. Twelve years of friendship, not to mention saving the world, and and still Michael hadnât yet found out, which was never going to change.
Michael noticed a reaction however, and wiggled his fingers a little faster. Jeremy couldnât keep it is any longer: âMi-hi-hichael. Sth-h-hop that!â. âStop what?â Michael asked, keeping up his fast fingers on Jeremyâs upper back.Â
âTh-th-th-hatâ, Jeremy giggled. His giggling was light, it tickled, but not enough to make him hysterical. âWhat?â, Michael teased, speeding up his fingers. Thats it, Jeremy was doomed.Â
âTh-h-hat Michael!â he laughed, âThat!â. Michael moved his hands higher, to the back of Jeremyâs neck. âOh shihihhihitâ Jeremy laughed louder. Michael already knew by now that Jeremy was ticklish, there was no point in hiding it anymore, so he jumped off the beanbag to escape.Â
âMan!â, Michael remarked, âYou are one ticklish guy!â
Jeremy stood up beside the beanbag, ignoring his remark and saying:Â âOMG Mike, guess what Christineâs favourite film is?!â.Â
Jeremy could see Michaelâs eyes glowing: âYou just changed the subject man! I wanna know where your ticklish, itâs about time I did!â. Jeremy knew that heâd lost the battle, oh well. âNowhere else Michael. If you could even call that ticklishâ.Â
âI donât believe youâ, Michael pouted, âI guess Iâll have to find out for myself, huh?â.Â
Suddenly, Michael was on top of him. Michael was a lot larger than Jeremy, so he had the weight to keep Jeremy pinned. He was lying on the carpeted floor of Michaelâs basement. He squirmed desperately, yet Michael was too strong.Â
Jeremy knew that Michael wouldnât listen, but he could at leat give protesting a try. Yet his protest was swarmed in light giggles of ticklish anticipation. âMi-Michael. Can you no-hotâ.Â
Michaelâs grin stretched out from ear to ear: âYou liar! You said yo werenât ticklish and look at you now!â Michael wiggled his fingers in the air above Jeremyâs neck. He squealed. âManâ, Michael said, âThisâll be funâ.Â
Jeremy knew by the glint in Michaelâs eyes that he was not only doomed, he was doomer than doomed. In a split second, Michael had pinned Jeremyâs arm above his head, leaving his underarm completely exposed. Jeremy squirmed faster, knowing what was to come.Â
âNowâ, Michael said, âAre you ticklish...HERE?!â. He scribbled his free hand into Jeremyâs prone underarm. Suddenly, the room was filled with chaotic giggles.âAhahahah ohohoho lohohohord!â, Jeremy was thrashing like crazy. âWell than, I guess you areâ, Michael giggled, âHow about...HERE!â. He dug his fingers into his lower ribs and belly. Jeremy was in hysterics, trying to use his free hand to fight Michael off to no avail. There was no point pinning Jeremy anymore, his laughter made him weak, no now Michael was using both of his hands to torment his victim.Â
Jeremy tossed his head back:Â âMihihihihichael! Stohohop!â
âOooâ, Michael teased, âA little sensitive there buddy? Oops, my mistake. I guess Iâll have to go here insteadâ. Jeremyâs neck was completely exposed from him tossing his head back in laughter, so that was Michaelâs next target.Â
âOHOHOHO NOHOHO MHIHICHAEL NOHOHOT THEHEHERE PLEHEHEHASE!â
Jeremy pinned his chin to his chest, making it look like he didnât have a neck, making it harder for Michael to tickle. Of course, Michael found his way around this.Â
âCalm down bro, relax your headâ, Michael said in a fake caring tone as he softly pushed Jeremyâs head back, exposing more neck skin for Michael to attack.
âNOHOHOH MIHIHICHAEL THIS IS MY WOHOHOHORST SPOHOHOHOT PLEHEHEHEHEASE!â
âYour worst spot, oh thatâs not good, is it Jer?â, Michael teased, âI guess we should start taking a less sensitive route, huh?â. Michael moved back to Jeremyâs tummy.
âAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHASE MICHAEL I CAHAHANâT BREHEHEHATHE!â, Jeremy cried. Michael paused to let his friend have a break. Jeremy just huffed and caught his breath. He didnât have the energy to squirm out of Michaelâs grip. Actually, he kinda liked it. I mean, he hated it, but it was really nice to just let go and laugh.
Soon, Michael was back at it again.
He squeezed around Jeremyâs knees, causing a whole new array of sounds to arise.Â
âSoâ, Michael chuckled, âAnything else you wanna tell me about Christine?â.
Jeremy was just freaking and laughing, as Michael pinned Jeremyâs arm above his head again and got back to where he started, under his arm. He yelped in surprise before resuming his laughter. He knew that he could stand this a little longer before he cracked. Michael was such a dork.
Michael let go of his hand, and made a fast gesture to rip his shoe off and tickle his left foot. Surprisingly, Jeremy didnât make a sound. He wasnât ticklish there. He had been when he was younger, yet his dad had tickled him there so often that he wasnât really ticklish there anymore. This would surely be a cue for Michael to stop.
âHoly shit buddy!â, he cried, throwing his hands to his face and crashing backwards, his head landing on the beanbag. He just lay there laughing. Jeremy sat up panting.Â
âDude!â, Michael cried out in hysterical laughter, âYour not ticklish on your feet but everywhere else your ticklish as-â âOh shut up!â, Jeremy interrupted. Michael pulled himself back up and punched Jeremy in the elbow, âCâmon layer two, we need to finish this level!â.
Jeez, Michael was quick to move on. It was hilarious.
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