#lee!bobble

Bobble’s face pressed against the large, warm expanse of Clank’s bare back. He melted into the light of the rising sun from the window and took in a deep breath, inhaling Clank’s scent. Clank was still snoring, but he would be waking up soon.

It was a risk, as always, when Bobble creeped his arms around to rest his hands on Clank’s belly. There were two ways it could go, one of which would end in Bobble laughing himself to tears. Still, he couldn’t help himself.

He pressed his fingers into the soft skin of Clank’s tummy and pinched. Immediately, there was a hitch in Clank’s snoring. Bobble didn’t still his hand, but he held his breath. His heart beat was heavy in his chest as he waited to see what Clank’s move would be. Either he would grab Bobble’s wrists and immediately take the upperhand, or he would submit.

Clank shifted. He rolled away from Bobble, onto his stomach. The motion pressed Clank’s arms underneath himself and smushed his face into the pillow. He was opening himself up to Bobble’s attack.

Bobble almost squealed in delight, but he reined it in at the last second. He wiggled his fingers into Clank’s sides with unrestrained giddiness.

The bedding muffled Clank’s giggle, but Bobble still heard it and it sent his stomach into a summersault. He pressed his wide smile into the dimples of Clank’s lower back, draping most of his weight over him.

“Good morning, my love,” he whispered. His voice was tight from the ball of glee sitting in his throat. “Good mooorrrniiing.”

“Bobble,” Clank acknowledged, strained, deep and bouncy. 

Bobble’s feet thrummed against the mattress as he laughed into Clank’s skin. He poked along the pudge of Clank’s hips, moving inward until his hands were laid on the fat above the slope of Clank’s rear. He could feel the movement as Clank fought to keep his arms tucked underneath his chest and his wings flapped over Bobble’s head. It was perhaps the cutest thing Bobble had ever witnessed in his life. Clank could stop this so easily. In fact, he had to actively fight against his instincts to let it happen. But he did let it happen–for Bobble, and to have these moments with him, and Bobble genuinely didn’t know what to do with the thrill of it all exploding from his chest so he let out the energy in the squeeze of his hands.

Clank’s squeal was obviously dampened, but that almost made it more enticing. How could a sparrowman possibly be more adorable than when he was hiding his face in his bed, laughing and squirming and ruffling his silky black hair that glowed the most beautiful silver in the sunlight and gosh Bobble loved him, he loved him, he loved him, he loved him.

“I love you,” Bobble said.

“I lahahave you too! Ohoh my gahahoodness gracious, Bobbleohmydays!”

Bobble felt Clank’s shoulders pull together, and although he couldn’t see it without his goggles, he knew that the tension created the most delightful crease of skin in the middle of his back. He took the opportunity to press his face into the warm valley, settling between Clank’s wings, and peppering kisses from the tops of his shoulders all the way to his waist.

“You’re so beautiful, Clanky.”

“Mhmhmmmhm.” Clank nodded. His legs kicked out. “Y-you too!” Clank wasn’t even looking at Bobble, and wasn’t that habitual response just darling? Bobble certainly thought so.

He tickled up Clank’s back until he reached his armpits. It was too tight of a space to squeeze his hands in, so instead he just fluttered around the rolls that bulged out along the edges. 

“Ahah!” Clank’s hands slipped out from underneath him and he reached back to grab at Bobble. He didn’t have enough flexibility to get ahold of his wrists, so instead he just swatted blindly at Bobble’s chest. “Wahait!”

Bobble lifted his hands with a giggle to allow Clank a moment of reprieve. 

Clank reached up and grabbed his pillow and hugged it to his chest, rolling back over onto his side. He peered cautiously over the pillow. Bobble knew there were lines carved in the blushing skin at the corners of his eyes, even though it was just a blur at the moment. “Okay,” Clank whispered hesitantly.

Bobble had to bite his lip to keep from squealing as he curled up next to Clank and pressed all ten fingers into his belly. Clank’s eyes lowered back into the pillow as his knees curled up and blocked access. “Clanky,” Bobble reprimanded as he tweaked his thigh. 

“‘M sorry!” Clank whined. His legs were shaky as he brought them back down.

Another laugh bounced out from Bobble’s chest. “You’re silly,” he said. He pressed his lips into Clank’s hands, which were gripping the fuzzy cotton of the pillow for dear life. His own hands continued to walk around Clank’s jumping tummy.

One of Clank’s hands managed to let go of the pillow to instead cup Bobble’s face. It was as gentle of a touch as he could manage, but the tickling was overriding his control of his body and he couldn’t help the tightness in his grip.

Bobble didn’t mind. He snickered into Clank’s hand and kissed his fingers. “And you’re so sweet.”

“I am,” Clank managed into the pillow. “Too- taha! Too sweheheet for you.”

Bobble’s eyes crinkled as his wings fluttered, letting out his excess energy. “Much too sweet, aren’t you?” One hand slipped away from Clank’s belly to tug at the top edge of his pillow, revealing his eyes. 

His face was in shadow, as his back faced the window, so his eyes were black, blurry circles. Clank’s eyebrows drew up in the middle and he fought Bobble’s hand to put the pillow back, giggling all the way. He easily won the silly battle, batting Bobble’s hand away and bringing it back up to cover himself.

“Clanky,” Bobble pouted, lightly running his fingers over the edge of the still reachable skin and hair. “Pleeaaase.”

The most charming and pitiful noise rumbled out from Clank’s chest as he acquiesced (he was so easy), and lowered the pillow revealing his whole face. It was beet-red and sporting the biggest grin in Pixie Hollow.

“Aw, there you are!” Bobble cooed and used both hands to squish at Clank’s belly. 

Finally unmuffled, a shrill squeak filled the room and Clank immediately attempted to cover his face again. “Bobble!”

“Humor me,” Bobble said, shifting to scribble at the edges of Clank’s still protected armpits. It successfully diverted Clank’s hands and kept him from hiding his face again, but this time Clank had the proper angle to snatch up Bobble’s wrists.

For the moment, Bobble didn’t mind. He accepted the cozy, familiar embrace of Clank’s fingers intertwining with his and paused his tickling while he leaned forward and pressed his lips into Clank’s.

It was a deep kiss, but they were both giggling into it and their teeth clicked together as they both slipped into smiles. “You’re cute,” Clank breathed between his airy, lingering laughter.

The statement amused Bobble more than anything. How could Clank possibly call him cute when clearly he was hogging all the cuteness for himself? He hummed into Clank’s mouth and caught his bottom lip between both of his. 

Clank unlinked their fingers to drift his hands over Bobble. One settled at the small of his back and the other rose to cup the back of his neck. “No, I know what you’re thinking. I know your coy little noises.” Clank pushed Bobble further into him and peppered kisses over his mouth in rapid succession. “You are cute, you just don’t get it like I do.”

“Don’t I?” Bobble mused. He brought his own hands up to run through Clank’s hair. It was slightly tangly from their night’s rest but he gingerly worked through the knots.

“You don’t. You’re cute.” Clank gave one more firm kiss before he took hold of Bobble’s hands once more and moved them so they were resting over Clank's hips. “I’ll show you. Go.”

Bobble choked on a gasp when he realized Clank was inviting him to continue tickling him. Who was he to deny such a request? He pinched Clank’s sloping hips with vigor. 

Clank’s face screwed up as he laughed. His grip tightened on Bobble’s wrists but he didn’t push them away. Surely Bobble would succumb to the overwhelming endearment and melt into a puddle in Clank’s arms. 

“There!” Clank choked out. “There, Bahaha- Bob- y-your face!”

Bobble stilled his hands and raised a brow, grin matching Clank’s own. “What?”

“Your face when- aha- when you tickle me! It’s cute!” Clank snickered as he leaned in again to peck Bobble’s nose.

Bobble giggled in turn. “Oh, is it?” He worked his hands into the fold of Clank’s waist. Now aware of it, he caught himself as he bit his lip when Clank yelped and tugged his hands away.

“Sorry,” Clank said, eyes filled with mirth and locked on to Bobble’s own. He let go of Bobble’s hands and grabbed the pillow again instead. “Keep going.”

So Bobble did. And when he scratched into Clank’s waist, he yelped again and gripped the pillow tighter, but he didn’t hide his face so he could continue looking at Bobble. Each time he squeezed his fingers Clank let out another noise, and each time it made Bobble’s heart flutter. It was such a perfect moment; there was not a single thing about it that didn’t make Bobble completely overjoyed. He was with the most perfect sparrowman, in their perfect shared bed, in their perfect house. And he knew Clank was enjoying every second of it as well. He didn’t know how he could possibly be so lucky to live a life that brought him to this moment. Another squeeze. Another shrill bark of laughter. Another bright twinge in his chest.

Clank’s hands grabbed his again. “Wait,” he said, and he was breathless and absolutely stunning. “Wait.”

Bobble released his sides.

“I noticed something,” Clank said. He idly ran his thumbs over the bump on Bobble’s wrists.

“And what’s that?” Bobble asked.

“Everytime-” He was interrupted with his own laughter. It was bubbly, but it was amusement and adoration more so than the laughter of being tickled. “Oh, you’re just precious, Bobble. I can’t believe it.”

“Whahat?” Bobble laughed, drinking up Clank’s affection despite not knowing the exact root of it.

“Everytime I laugh your eyes dilate," Clank explained.

Bobble’s first thought was, ‘You can see that?’ but after he got past that–of course Clank could see it, Bobble’s poor vision was not the default–warmth swelled in his stomach. If that was true, he wasn’t sure he could argue with Clank about him being cute because that was objectively the cutest thing he’d ever heard. “Really?” Bobble whispered in awe.

Clanked nodded, chuckling in the way that scrunched his nose up and showed the blurry whites of his top teeth. “Really. It’s so charming.” He gently tapped at the tops of Bobble’s hands. “Let me see it again.”

Bobble tweaked Clank’s side once and Clank twitched and let out a soft huff of laughter. Clank watched him as it happened and when, Bobble assumed, his eyes dilated again Clank cooed and went in for another kiss. Bobble accepted it, melting into Clank’s lips. He parted long enough to mumble out, “That’s all you. It’s what you do to me,” before leaning back in.

Clank’s hands slid up to Bobble’s elbows, dragging his fingertips over his arms along the way.

The kiss was broken when Bobble dug into Clank’s hips again, and Clank’s laughter blew air across Bobble’s face. Bobble laughed along with him.

Suddenly Clank’s hands were on Bobble’s ribs. His fingers wiggled around the bones. It was a light touch, but Bobble’s laugh caught in his throat and his arms flailed aimlessly for a moment before it was his turn to grasp at Clank’s wrists. 

“Clahanky!” he whined, burying his face into Clank’s neck. He felt the jumpy rise and fall of Clank’s chest as he chuckled at Bobble.

 “That quick?” Clank teased.

“Shut uhup!” Bobble gasped. When Clank’s hands scribbled closer to his spine he tapped frantically on Clank’s shoulder in surrender. “Ohokay! Okahay, okay, okay!”

Just like that Clank relented. He wrapped his arms securely around Bobble and held him close, still laughing. “Oh, love, you’re too cute.”

Bobble giggled into Clank’s neck. “I suppose so,” he agreed. “But you are too.”

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These two talk like such nerds; I feel so goofy when I write it. (And Bobble referring to Clank's 'rear' amused me quite a lot.)

The thing about the eyes was inspired by something that actually happened to me, and it was quite possibly the cutest I've ever felt. Like Bobble said, it is objectively cute as hell.

It was also so fun to write Bobble being blind because no, he can't see every little detail on Clank's body, but he knows it by heart anyway and that's just so sweet and made me smile.

The physical sensations of the emotions were interesting to write, because where Wired In painted even the positive emotions as so overwhelming they were uncomfortable, I wanted them here to be equally as overwhelming but still welcome and fitting with the fluffy scene.

This was not proofread nearly as much as it should have been, but whatevs.

Sometimes Clank could get a little power hungry around Bobble. Truely, it wasn’t his fault. Bobble was just too cute all flustered, and he was only using the gifts he was naturally given. Yes, he was quite a bit stronger than Bobble, and yes, he did use that against him sometimes, but with the way Bobble’s face went red when he was pinned up against a wall, or their bed, or any surface they just happened to be near–really, who could blame him?

And so he found himself once again pressing his own weight against Bobble to keep him stuck between his chest and the table they had just cleared off from dinner. A sadistic glee that Clank only felt a little bad about overtook him as Bobble planted his hands against the edge of the table and tried to push up while stuttering out Clank’s name. Although Bobble managed to keep some leverage with the position of his hands, Clank was too heavy against Bobble’s body for any escape attempt to be successful. Still, it left Bobble’s elbows rather awkwardly pointed up in the air. It was very grabbable, and Clank needed Bobble’s arms out of the way. 

Clank placed one of his hands lightly on Bobble’s shoulder blade and used his fingers to slowly climb it up Bobble’s arm towards his elbow. He couldn’t keep the grin from his voice as he teased. “Bobble. I think it’s gonna get you.”

“No!” Bobble squeaked, and for what it was worth he managed to genuinely sound commanding. His elbow slammed down onto the table before Clank could reach it and his forearm pressed against his head. With the other hand still in place, Bobble was tilted and slightly off balance. It was easy to finish the job from there with just a poke to Bobble’s now exposed armpit. Against his will, both of Bobble’s arms shot down and lost any purchase they had. His chest and cheek were now firmly pinned to the table with little hope of getting his arms back to where they’d been. “I hate when you do this,” Bobble gritted out, but there was hardly any bite.

Clank leaned in closer to Bobble’s ear. He was so close his lips brushed against Bobble’s earlobe as he whispered–no, practically cooed, “I know, your poor little thing.”

Bobble gasped as his shoulders hunched up. He tried to turn his head away but it was pushed too hard against the table to lift it.

Clank continued. Each word was accompanied by warm air blowing directly into Bobble’s ear. “You’re just so brave, aren’t you?”

“Shut it, you bumbling clown-! AGH!” Clank chose that moment to nibble on the pointy tip of Bobble’s ear. “Clank!” Bobble couldn’t move his arms much anymore but he still reached for Clank and managed to grab his wrist.

“Clown? You think I’m funny?” Bobble didn’t answer with any more than a grunt. “Don’t worry, you’ll be laughing soon enough.” Clank easily shook Bobble off and–just to prove a point–took both of Bobble’s hands and tucked them behind Bobble’s back. Once they were secured between Bobble’s body and Clank’s own, Clank didn’t even need to hold them with his own hand, which left both of them free. He didn’t use them yet, though. There was so much he could do with just his mouth. Like pressing soft kisses from behind Bobble’s ear to the corner of his jaw, which made Bobble tuck his chin in instinctively, but there wasn’t much he could really do. Bobble was already struggling to keep steady breaths and despite his resistance the corners of his mouth were fighting to turn up. He followed the rest of Bobble’s jawline with his lips and teeth until he reached the crease of extra soft skin between his chin and throat. It was a difficult angle, but Clank managed to reach. He took a deep breath and blew a raspberry right underneath Bobble’s chin.

The reaction was immediate and very much out of Bobble’s control. He let out a loud shriek and finally managed to twist his head away. It was too late; he was already giggling now and he couldn’t stop. Especially not with how Clank didn’t waste any time before he continued to attack him with kisses down his neck. It was all made worse too with Clank’s own giggles matching his own, pressing right up against his skin and sending vibrations down his back. “No, plehease, I beg of you, Clahankehey!”

Bobble’s pleas were only met with Clank’s hands finally coming into the mix. They latched on to Bobble’s hip bones and his thumbs wrapped around to press against the edges of Bobble’s spine. Bobble yelped and twisted this way and that, failing to dislodge Clank’s twitching fingers. “Don’t be sweet with me now,” Clank said. “You’ve already called me a bumbling clown.”

Clank curled his fingers inward. It was such a small movement but, exactly as he expected, Bobble gave a shrill cry and his feet kicked the floor uselessly. “Dohon’t! No, noho! I cahan’t- no!” Clank just pressed a kiss between Bobble’s tensing shoulders and curled his fingers again and again. 

Bobble physically could not restrain himself from the noises leaving his mouth. No matter how he bucked his hips or bounced on his toes, Clank’s hands stayed right there. It was making his knees weak, but even when he lost the support of his legs there was nowhere to fall. There was no getting out of this. 

In Clank’s opinion, this was seriously one of the most stunning sights in Pixie Hollow. All the colorful flower fields and intricate sparkling streams couldn’t compare to Bobble, pinned down, laughing his wings off. Clank treasured this, even after countless years, like Bobble was the Queen’s crown itself. He couldn’t see Bobble’s adorable face from behind but the ringing laughter was all he needed to be compelled to continue. He shushed Bobble, fully aware he would be quieter if he was physically able to, and loving rubbing it in.

“Why do yohou enjoy my suhuffering!” Bobble managed to squeak out in an impossibly high voice. It wasn’t a question so much as an accusation.

The hands on Bobble’s hips slowly started to wonder upwards, which made him want to wither away. “I see no suffering here,” Clank whispered into the nape of Bobble’s neck. “All I see is an adorable little sparrowman complaining, when all I’ve given him is a little whimsy. How rude! Don’t you think that’s rude, Bobble?” He didn’t get a reply, and he didn’t need one, not when his thumb and index finger on each hand were now pinching rhythmically on the soft skin of Bobble’s waist. It was a different feeling to the much more solid hip bones he’d been targeting before, but he knew it could be just as unbearable for Bobble. 

The longer it went on, the less angry Bobble could even pretend to be. Clank knew it was an act, but it still felt like a victory each time Bobble gave in to the mirthful giddiness. His laughter had gone from tight to bubbly and his wiggling slowly devolved from trying to escape to simply squirming.

Clank buried his face once more into the back of Bobble’s neck as his wiggling fingers slowed to a stop. Bobble still giggled, now of his own accord. “Whehen are you gohonna let me go? Soho I can get you ba-AHACK-!!” 

Naturally, Clank interrupted that lippy comment by pulling him off the table and bringing them both to the floor. He easily laid Bobble on his lap, belly up and back arched over his legs. “That’s a lot of nerve,” he cooed, eyeing Bobble’s wide smile and even wider eyes. He pressed the five fingers of one hand firmly into Bobble’s tummy and clawed them inward, earning a frantic cackle and a set of flailing limbs.

Bobble tried curling up but his own weight draped across Clank’s lap worked against him. He couldn’t hold enough control over himself to say anything through his laughter. Still, he managed to coordinate just enough to grab a bit of Clank’s hair in his hand and pull. The tickling stopped immediately. He gasped and looked up at Clank’s face which was feigning shock. Then it morphed into something devious. Oh no. 

He scrambled off of Clank as quickly as he could but Clank’s hands snatched up his ankle and dragged him back. “How. Dare you,” he said, barely above a whisper. Both hands latched on to one of his knees and scribbled on the kneecap.

Bobble was so done for.

“Plehe- PLEASE!! CLAhanky!”

Clank gave no indication that he had heard. His rough, well worn tinker fingers dug themselves deep in the sides of the protruding bone and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed. 

Bobble could use his other leg to kick Clank away, if he really wanted to, but he knew if he tried he’d only make it worse for himself. He twisted his torso so he could at least shove his face in the floor to attempt to muffle himself.

It all felt so silly–being pinned by one leg and writhing around. Truthfully, he didn’t have much dignity. He never minded being seen as eccentric or ditsy–it’s not like he had a reputation to protect. But this still felt so intimate and personal. He felt his face heat up, despite the only present company being Clank, whom he shared every side of himself with. 

Then Clank worked his way up to his thigh and it wasn't so silly anymore. Out of his control, his free leg kicked Clank in the nose, hard.

Clank immediately let go with a shout and both hands came up to clutch his face. 

“Oh my, Clanky!” Bobble said, fluttering up to sit on his knees and gingerly run his fingers over Clank’s face. “I'm so sorry! Are you okay, dear?” There was a fair amount of concern in his voice but he couldn't mask the tone of amusement if he tried, which he didn't. Clank deserved this, as far as he was concerned.

“I'm fine,” Clank grumbled through his hands. He was pouting excessively just to make Bobble feel bad.

“Let's see it,” Bobble said, removing Clank's hands to get a look at his nose. There was no lasting mark, so Bobble booped it with his finger then gently patted Clank's cheek. “That's what you get, you big oaf. Put your lip away.” He used one finger to push at Clank’s protruding bottom lip.

“You're so mean to me, Bobble.” Clank batted Bobble’s hands away from his face. “So mean.”

“I'm mean!? Do you not remember the last 10 minutes?”

“Hm.” Clank brought his pointer finger to his mouth and looked off to the side, thinking about it. “Oh yeah!” He raised the finger in the air, and suddenly his faux-pouty expression changed into one of determination. “I wasn't done.”