#jylan

Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard- All For The Game by Nora Sakavic

The Zemeni snickered down at the rambling boy beneath him. “Oh yeah? And what better ways would you suggest then, hmm?” He leaned down to Wylan’s ear. “I can think of a few, but I don’t think you’d really find them to be punishments.” he whispered teasingly, making sure Wylan could feel his breath on him.

Wylan shivered and pulled on his arms, wanting his hide in them. He really should have known that teasing the older boy would cost him dearly, but he’d never gotten the upper hand before, so it was hardly an opportunity he was going to turn down. He was regretting it now though. Now that he was pinned and blushing and probably about to get tickled to within an inch of his life.

“No smart responses this time? No cocky teases? My my, how the mighty have fallen.” he teased, waggling his eyebrows down at Wylan. He ran his fingers lightly up and down one of the Merchant’s arms, just barely grazing his skin. His voice dropped to a low growl. “I think it’s interesting that you thought you could lie to me… Especially a lie that can be so easily disproven.” he smirked, giving Wylan’s side a quick squeeze and receiving a squeak.

The redhead gasped softly at the gentle strokes on his arm, mentally kicking himself when he squeaked from the sudden side tickle. Jesper found out very early on that light touches when he was teasing Wylan sent him to another level of flustered and he’d used the information to his advance ever since. “I wasn’t- it wasn’t a lie! I said I’m not THAT ticklish, not that I’m not ticklish at all!” he argued, trying to seem confident, but his earlier demeanour had been shattered the moment Jesper said he was going to take him apart. He absolutely was THAT ticklish, but he’d be damned before he admitted that. But he didn’t need to admit it, they both knew it already. They both knew he was probably even more ticklish than Jesper, although it was a tough call. Similarly to the Zemeni, he hadn’t been tickled much. It wasn’t really a common interaction among the Crows, but Jesper made sure he got the occasional squeeze or poke in, mainly to make him blush, but also as an excuse to touch him.

“Another lie~” Jesper sang. “You’re probably more ticklish than I am.” he chuckled.

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

Jesper rolled his eyes and tasered his sides again, sending the boy beneath him into a fit of squeals. He grinned smugly. “You were saying?”

“Nohohot fahahair!” he whined.

The older boy winked at him and gently ran his fingers up and down the younger’s sides. “The more you lie, the worse it’s going to get for you, Giggles.” He relished in the twitching, and gasps coming from Wylan’s mouth, while snickering at his attempts to stay quiet.

“You’re teheasing me.” Wylan complained. The touching didn’t quite tickle properly, but it was driving him up the wall. “At least tihickle me properly if you hahave to tickle me at all!” He wasn’t sure how it was going to end for him if Jesper did tickle him properly, but at least he wouldn’t be so on edge from the teasing touches of the Zemeni, but the smirk that grew across Jesper’s face told him he probably wasn’t going to get what he wanted.

“But Wy, you’re so fun to tease!” he told him. “Plus I don’t know if you remember or not, but if you throw your little mind back to a mere few minutes ago, you’ll remember that you decided it was wise to try and steal MY role in our dynamic. So you’ll see why it’s very important for me to prove to you that you will never be able to out-tease me.”

Jesper chuckled at Wylan’s groan. He left his sides alone but went back to lightly stroking his upper arms, adding more ticklish scritches in than he usually would when he was just teasing the younger day to day. He leaned down and kissed the younger boy softly, not stopping the light tickles. He snickered into the kiss as he enjoyed Wylan’s attempts to not squirm from the teasing.

Wylan was now bright red for a different reason. He was not at all used to kissing Jesper, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. “You’re mean.” he pouted once Jesper had pulled away.

“Not yet.” Jesper winked. “But I’m gonna be~” he sang. He started tickling the redhead’s neck, still keeping his touch very light. “I’m gonna get you all squirmy and sensitive, until you can’t stand it anymore, and then I’m gonna make you beg me to tickle you properly, and then I’m gonna wreck you.” he explained in an all too casual tone, while continuing the soft tickles to the younger’s neck.

The Merchant boy scrunched his shoulders up as best he could and shook his head. “Sohoho mehehean!” he whined, but the smile on his face said differently.

“Yep. And it’s all your fault for teasing me.” Jesper smirked. He got bored of tickling his neck and instead sucked on his finger, then swirled it round Wylan’s ear, just to be a pest, eliciting a noise of disgust followed by a string of complaints and threats from him. The Zemeni snickered, but didn’t bother responding. He lifted Wylan’s top to expose his stomach and began drawing lines all over his belly, beaming whenever he’d get too close to the Merchant’s bellybutton and he would squeak. “Uh oh, seems like a bad spot, hmm? I’ll come back to it later.” he teased.

Wylan was squirming around and pulling on his arms with more intensity now. He desperately wanted to be able to hide his face from Jesper, so he couldn’t see how flustered and red he was, but the older boy had his arms pinned too well. The teasing was driving him mad, but he knew it was only going to get worse. He felt conflicted because his body was telling him to escape the playful torture, but his brain was loving being so close to Jesper. “Jehehes, plehehease…” he giggled out shyly.

“Please what?” Jesper asked, pretending to be oblivious. He wanted to keep everything fun and light, but he was also out for revenge, so he wasn’t planning on giving Wylan an easy time. He reached behind and began the same light torture on his knees and thighs. “Please continue setting all your nerves on edge so that when I do tickle you properly, it will tickle ten times more than usual? Sure!”

Wylan bit his lip to keep the gasps and squeaks that were threatening to escape his mouth in. His thighs and belly button were probably his two worst spots, a fact Jesper seemed to be figuring out much too quickly for his liking. He managed to get himself under control again, mostly. “You know whahahat I meant, you ahahass!”

“Name calling? In your position? My my, Wy, have you learnt nothing about knowing your place since joining the Dregs?”

“I knohohow my place and it’s cehehertainly not below you!”

Jesper grinned at the easy set up the younger boy had given him. “Oh but Wy, below me is exactly where you belong.” he whispered into his ear. Wylan flushed a deep shade of scarlett. The Zemeni smirked. “So? Are you ready to beg?” he asked. He was now honing in on a spot he’d found on Wylan’s inner thighs. He kept going very close to the spot before moving away again, leaving the redhead’s legs kicking out and twitching.

Wylan squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to ignore the feeling, but he couldn’t. “Plehehease…”

“Gonna need more than that.”

“Please, Jehehes?” he tried.

Jesper snorted fondly. “You’re either terrible at this, or you’re trying to get away with not having to beg, which is a foolish thing to do in your position. Either way, I guess we need to continue until you learn.”

He went back to Wylan’s stomach, circling his bellybutton with a single finger, occasionally darting it in towards the rim and then quickly away again.

Wylan squealed each time he got close, his giggles becoming more consistent now. “Fihihihine! Plehehease tihihickle me!”

“Sorry I couldn’t quite understand you, could you say that again?”

Wylan groaned at the annoying boy above, he was going to kill him. “Jes, please! Plehehease tickle me!”

Jesper finally did as he was asked and dug all ten fingers into Wylan’s tummy and sides, scribbling in with his blunt nails to really get him laughing.

Wylan threw his head back at the sudden change of pace, loud laughter forcing its way from his lungs. “NohoHOHO! JeheheHEHES!” he cackled.

The Zemeni grinned at his booming laughter and kept up the torture. “No? But you asked for this, BEGGED for it in fact!” he teased.

“Yohohou mahahade meheheHEHE!”

“Made you? How could I have made you? I don’t have control over what you say, you have free will.” he said, a shit eating grin plastered on his face. “And you used your free will to beg me to tickle you, so I am!”

The red-haired, red-faced boy was losing his mind. For some reason he’d thought the teasing was worse than the tickling would be, but oh boy was he wrong. Now he was being wrecked and was still getting verbally teased, a combination guaranteed to keep his face matching his hair. “YohohOHOU’RE A DEHEhehehead mahahaHAHAN!”

“Oh so now I’m a man?” Jesper smirked. “If only you’d realised that earlier, then none of this would have happened.”

He scribbled his fingers up to Wylan’s ribs, getting the spot on himself that the younger boy had tortured earlier. He chuckled at the reaction he got, and although Wylan wasn’t laughing as hard, his body was twitching much more dramatically.

The Merchant body flinched each time Jesper squeezed the spots between his ribs. He was sure the older boy must have had training in how to effectively torture a victim, there was no way he should have been able to find the spots that gave the strongest reactions so quickly. As Jesper squeezed a particularly sensitive spot on his lower ribs, his legs shot up in defence, kicking his tormentor in the back.

They both paused.

“…Jehehes… Jesper! I swear that was an accident! Please, I promise! I swear to all the saints!” He rambled.

Of course Jesper knew it was an accident, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t an excellent excuse to keep his promise and completely take Wylan apart. He narrowed his eyes at the boy beneath him. “You’re done for.” he growled.

He reached back and started pinching the spots he’d been previously narrowly avoiding on his inner thighs, sending Wylan into hysterics.

“ShihihIHIHIT! I’M SOHOHORRY!” Wylan shrieked with laughter. “WHA- WHAHAHAT ARE YOU DO- NOHOHOHO!” he cackled as he watched Jesper lower his head and start blowing a seemingly endless stream of raspberries directly onto his bellybutton, without stopping the torture on his thighs. “I CAHAHAN’T!”

Jesper smirked to himself as he blew raspberry after raspberry on Wylan’s worst spot. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long, Wylan wouldn’t be able to take it, but he relished in his laughter while he could.

The redhead was thrashing around like crazy, his laughter loud enough to wake half the Barrel, but it finally went silent when Jesper started nibbling the rim of his bellybutton. That was the most ticklish thing Wylan had ever felt, it was almost unbearable. If it had been anyone but Jesper doing it, he probably would have been hating it, but he couldn’t bring himself to hate anything Jesper did.

After a couple of seconds of silent laughter, Jesper stopped and rolled off Wylan to lay beside him, an annoyingly smug grin on his face as he watched the other trying to calm down and regain his composure.

As soon as he was released, Wylan shoved his shirt down and curled into a ball to protect his spots. He panted hard and closed his eyes. “I’d beheheen kidding about tehehelling the others about the spohot on your knees before… but they are ahahabsolutely finding out now.” he managed to get out between residual giggles.

Jesper snorted and stuck another saliva covered finger into the panting boys ear. “Do you want to go for round two?” he asked fondly.

Wylan whined and slapped his hand away. “You’re gross!” he complained, rolling over to look at him with a childish pout, but it was quickly replaced by a small smile when he saw the fond look on Jesper’s face. He blushed a little and looked down, wanting to kiss Jesper but feeling shy about being the one to initiate it.

Jesper cooed. “You’re adorable when you’ve been knocked down a peg or two.” he teased.

Wylan rolled his eyes and flipped Jesper off. “Way to ruin the moment.”

“Who would I be if I weren’t teasing you?” The older boy winked, before placing a small kiss on Wylan’s cheek. “I’m… I’m glad you stayed behind with me.” he said genuinely.

Wylan blushed and smiled. “I’m glad too. Although I’m sure Kaz isn’t going to be happy he had to back down in front of the others… so this might be the last time we see each other.” he joked.

Jesper chuckled. “Better make the most of it then.” he winked, before kissing Wylan passionately.

The Merchant let out a small squeak before melting happily into the kiss. He shifted so he was positioned on top of Jesper, how the older had previously been on him, and continued kissing him.

“Kinky.” Jesper teased, pausing the kissing to glance at inevitable flustered look on Wylan’s face. He smirked.

“Wrong actually.” Wylan told him once he’d gotten his flush under control. He restarted the kissing, but used his fingers to lightly tickle Jesper’s ribs.

It was now the older boys turn to blush and squirm again.

“You tickled me way more than I tickled you, it’s only fair.” Wylan winked, then went back to making out and tickling him softly.

Jesper blushed a little darker, letting out a small giggle as they kissed. Maybe giving Wylan the upper hand every so often wouldn’t be so bad.

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“Well, isn’t this a surprise?”

Jesper and Wylan practically leapt off of each other, staring startled at the voice.

“Kaz was right.” Inej giggled. “I had more faith in you two, I thought you’d be able to keep your hands off of each other for a few hours while we were out, but apparently not. Now I owe him thirty Kruge.”

Both Jesper and Wylan’s faces were hot this time. Of course it had been Inej, the Wraith could sneak into anywhere she wanted and find out the information she needed without being heard, they should have been more careful. They stuttered over their words, trying to come up with excuses for what they’d been doing.

Inej smiled fondly. “Relax. We all knew it was coming. Plus even if you tried to deny it, your twin hickeys prove otherwise.”

They both flushed darker.

“Everyone will be interested to know that you were underneath though, Jesper. We all thought the Merchling would never get the upperhand.” she smirked, turning to leave the room. “Maybe Kaz’ll let me keep my Kruge for that bit of information.”

That checked Jesper out of his embarrassed daze. “Inej! That information is private!” he growled, as she darted out the room. He ran after her, calling out threats.

Wylan chuckled fondly to himself as he walked down after them. “Hey Inej, I’ve got some other interesting information about his knees you should know!”