#dont even

chilling on the couch, movie night, whatever. all's well. comfy cozy in between your two fave people. movie's fun, but you've seen it before so you don't have to pay that much attention.

arm wraps around you and pulls you to their side, you settle in. more minutes pass. then he hand around your waist starts squeezing. obviously it tickles, and you're starting to squirm, but you don't want to bring attention to it, so you're fighting a battle.

until the other person goes, "will you stop fidgeting, you keep knocking into me"

"sorry" you start to say, but you're cut off before you get the whole word out.

"oh, yeah, sorry that's my fault," they say from your other side, "i'm tickling them"

you flush hot, but don't have enough time to process the feeling, because your leg is being pulled up over the other person's lap, knee hooked over theirs.

"you should have said something," they say, not to you, "i didn't know it was a tickle night"

there's three hands on you now; one still at your waist, and now two on your leg - on the thigh, and above your knee - squeezing.

"i only thought of it a few minutes ago." they say over your laughter

"guhuys - the movie!" you try to get their attention back on track.

"eh, the movie's shit."

"it's not!"

they're speaking over you still like you're not dying right in their arms.

"it's kinda shit." a pause. "you know what's not shit?"

you feel it coming before either of them say the words.

"yeah, i hear you." the agreement comes with no explanations needed. "you hold their arms, i'll get their ribs."

hands lock on your wrists and hold firm. "cool, but i wanna switch after."