#ticklish!mischa

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After Ocean decided to bring Penny back to life, and since Karnack’s inevitable death, the choir was now stuck in this warehouse together. They finally learned how to be civil, especially knowing that they couldn’t exactly leave. 

Mischa and Noel have especially gotten to know each other. They would often be seen going off with each other, probably to drink or to just sit and talk. 

Today, it was a mix of both. They have both had a few sips from the vodka bottle that Mischa had on. Noel would always wonder where he got it from, and why it was always full, but he would keep that to himself as he thought it would just be one of the many wonders of death and the unknown as they sat down on a long bench-like box. 

It hadn’t been long, and the pair were already tipsy, Mischa more so than Noel. “I have a question for you, Noel Gruber.” the Ukrainian man said, passing the bottle to the other.

“I thought I told you that you can just call me Noel,” the poet said, taking the bottle, putting it to his lips while he spoke, “but ask away.”

“If you have never kissed a man, how do you kiss so well?” 

Noel nearly spat out the alcohol at the question. “Wh-What?” he said, cleaning his mouth after he swallowed the drink, “I was not expecting that.” Mischa was usually blunt, but this was totally out of the blue.

The Ukrainian didn’t say anything as he grabbed the bottle as he motioned for Noel to answer before taking another drink. 

“I-I don’t know… I… saw it on TV?” Noel chuckled at his own awkwardness, “I mean, there’s a lot of kissing in The Blue Angel, so I guess I just picked up pointers?”

Mischa gave a hum of approval as he took a sip. “You… also were a good kisser.” Noel managed to say, feeling his cheeks heat up. 

“Thank you,” Mischa smiled, then put the bottle down, “Are you ticklish?”

The Poet’s eyes widened in shock of the question. Where did that come from? “W-What was that?” He said, thinking he misheard the question.

“Are you ticklish.” 

Noel flushed a little more as the question was repeated. “I-I mean… yeah, a little? But why?”

Mischa shrugged and scooted closer to Noel. “I was just curious. You seem like you would be.” 

“I- What does that even- MEAN-?” Noel yelped at the poke to his side. Mischa’s smile formed into more of a smirk, and Noel did not like it. “Mischa, dohon’t!”

“I’m a curious guy, Noel Gruber. Surly you understand.” Mischa tried to hide his enjoyment, but it was obvious he was happy to make his friend a mess. He reached his hand around Noel’s back to taze both sides at once. He smiled again when the latter’s arms shot to protect his sides, pushing on Mischa’s hands. But Mischa didn’t stop at just one poke, he began to prod and squeeze the smaller’s sides with purpose.

“NOHohoho you’re nohoHOHOT! Yohohou’re juhust mehehehehean! Gohohod- Lehehet up!” Noel threw his head back with stronger laughter when Mischa moved to his ribs. 

The Ukrainian chuckled at the new reaction. “Dude, you are so ticklish!” Noel settled with pushing at Mischa’s chest, trying to get away as his face burned a brighter shade of red. 

Mischa was always stronger than him, and Noel knew that. He quickly weighed out the pros and cons, as he decided that the only way to get out of this was to fight back. Once he decided there were WAY more pros, he moved his hands from Mischa’s chest to his underarms. Mischa let out a strained noise and immediately glued his hands to his sides, unintentionally trapping Noel’s hands. 

Now it was Noel’s turn to smirk. “What’s this? Mischa Bachinski, are you-”

“No!”

“Ticklish?” Noel couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice as he quickly dug unto Mischa’s underarms. The Ukrainian man’s cheeks puffed out as a wobbly smile took over his features. “This is so cute! Mischa~!” Noel dragged out the name, noticing that the teasing tone brought the slightest blush to his cheeks, “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Why would I… tehe- tell you this?” Mischa stammered out, trying to ignore Noel’s hands tickling his armpits.

Noel reached to Mischa’s hips. He smiled when Mischa made another strained sound. “S-Stohop!” the latter giggled, still trying to hide them.

“Oh? Are you giggling?” Noel asked, keeping his teasy tone as he continued to squeeze Mischa’s hips, “Come on~ don’t hide your giggles from me! They’re so endearing! Please, Mischa? I wanna hear them! Let your giggles be free! Or I'll have to tickle them outta you~!” 

That's it. The dam finally broke, and breathy giggles slowly started to pour out of the rapper’s mouth. “Nohoel! Dohohon’t! Stoho- Stohop it!” He shook his head, the tickles and the teasing quickly tearing down his nonchalant manner.

“You’re asking me not to stop? Well if you insist!” Noel, fuelled by the reaction, moved one hand to lightly tickle Mischa’s stomach while still squeezing his hip, "you seem to be enjoying yourself? Is that right?"

Mischa couldn't be faster to shake his head, "Dohohohon't behe ihihidihihihiohohohot! Ohohof cohohohourse nohohohot!" Despite his "very convincing" response, Noel still "aw"ed a lot louder than necessary, Mischa thought, and continued to scribble his blunt nails along the rapper's belly.

"What's wrong, Mischa? The "Angriest Boy in Town" dissolves into a giggly mess when his tummy gets tickled?" Noel giggled to himself, knowing he was being a lot more mean than either of them anticipated. But neither was complaining.

However, the comment did make Mischa snort and lean back to get away from the words, and the tickly touches. However, he leaned so far back that he fell off of the box they were sitting on. And due to Mischa’s tipsy state (and the lingering tingles from the previous attack), he started giggling like a mad man, borderline hysterical as he held his midsection at how hard he was laughing. Noel giggled along with his friend, the alcohol obviously getting to his head as well. That plus the silliness of the situation, and hearing Mischa’s contagious, yet rare laughter just made him wanna laugh.

“Ahahare- are you ohokahay?” Noel asked with genuine concern, offering his hand. Mischa smiled and grabbed his hand, but instead of getting up, he pulled Noel down too. The latter yelped as he fell, now lying horizontally across Mischa’s middle. Mischa wasted no time by roughly digging his fingers into Noel’s back. 

Noel shrieked and arched his back. “Whahahat thehe hehehell? Ahagain?! I thohohought yohohou gohohohohot mehehehe ahahalreheady-ehehe!” in an attempt to hide his face, he nuzzled Mischa's sides. Said man made yet another strained noise – now more like a giggle. He felt the vibrations from Noel’s laughter buzzing throughout his sides, and fuck that tickled so much. But still continued the movements on Noel’s back. 

The poet’s laughter grew as Mischa now discovered his shoulder blades and began squeezing them. He continued to shake his head into the larger man’s sides, unintentionally sending the vibrations of his laughter all throughout Mischa's sides, and now ribs. When he started again, Mischa paused the movement of his hands and threw his head back in full belly laughter. “HAHahaha! Nohohoel! Gehehet ohohOHOHOUT! NOHOHEL STOHOHOHOP!” 

Noel only meant to do the action as a way to hide his face, but the reaction sparked an evil glint in his eyes. “Ahare yohohour sihihihides yohohour wohohorst?!” Noel wondered out loud, "Ahahahare thehehey yohohour tihihickle spohoHOHOT- WAHAHAHAIT MISCHAAAHAHAHA!"

Before he could act on his observation, he felt squeezing where his neck and shoulders meet. He squealed and shot his shoulders to his ears, causing his head to lift from Mischa’s sides. 

Said Ukrainian smiled and continued to squeeze that part of his neck, loving how Noel’s laughter spiked up. “What’s wrong Noel? Is this spot ticklish?” He asked bluntly. Despite not knowing how to tease, the question still brought a bright red colour to Noel’s cheeks, now moving to his ears as he told Mischa a laughter-filled “shut up!”.

He decided to follow Noel’s blush and wiggle one finger all around his ears, with no noticeable pattern. Noel’s laughter spiked as he realized how helpless he was, and how flustering this situation was. “OHohokay! I gihihiHIHIVE! I GIHIHIVE!” Noel giggled out the verbal white flag as he smacked the floor. Mischa retracted his hands and laid them over his chest. 

The two of them just laid there for a few seconds, tired and gulping in fresh air. Noel brought up his hands to rub the tingles out of his ears. “Jesus Chrihist, yohou’re ruthlehehess.” Noel said as he got off of his friend, leaning his back against the box so that he was facing him. 

“I’m ruthless?” Mischa said as he propped himself up on his elbows, the disbelif in his voice making Noel giggle more, “did you hear what you were saying to me?! That was totally not fair!” 

“You mean when I was teasing you?”

“Yes! That!” Mischa leaned his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, “once again, you kill me with your words, Noel Gruber.” 

Mischa yelled out when Noel gave him a quick scribble to the stomach, “Thank you, but I told you, you just need to call me Noel!”

“Ohokay, okay! Stohohop!” Mischa shrieked when Noel briefly went over his sides. He brought one hand down to take Noel’s hand off of his midsection, “NOHOho mohohHOHOHOhore!”

Noel smiled and held Mischa’s hand, “no more. But I really need to try out that spot one of these days.”

Mischa glared at Noel, but his nervous smile gave away that there was no real malice behind it. "Yeah, do that, and I go for your neck. You were very ticklish there."