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"Um, Karl, don't you think this is a bit much?" Bad was standing in front of a full-length mirror in George's bedroom. He had made the mistake of not bringing his own costume over to Dream's house, and the blonde refused to grant him admission into his home unless he agreed to put on a costume of their choosing. there was a quick but very heated discussion between Dream, George, Quackity, Sapnap, and Karl. having gotten his way, George had run off toward the other end of the house in search of the components that would make up Bad's costume.
"Bad! you look great!" Karl said, standing behind his friend in the mirror.
"I- but... I feel so exposed." Bad sighed, knowing there was no way of convincing his friends to let him take off the costume.
"Don't worry." Karl said, trying to soothe Bad's nerves. "By the time the party starts you'll barely remember you're wearing it." A quick knock sounded at the door. The intruder didn't bother to wait for a response and strolled into the room like he owned the place, which, to be fair, he sort of did. George flopped down face-first onto his bed, not even sparing Bad or Karl a second glance.
"And... just what do you think you're doing?" Karl asked.
"This is my room, I'm allowed to be here."
"Not when I'm working on my magnum opus! I need to concentrate!"
"What, you mean, Bad?" the brit said, finally pushing himself up to look at the two boys. When he saw what Bad was wearing he nearly burst out laughing. He looked good. Almost too good. It was absolutely hysterical to see innocent little BadBoyHalo dressed in what could've been a stripper's working clothes.
"George!" Bad whined "I can tell you're trying not to laugh! Is it really that bad?" Both Karl and George immediately denied it, quick to hype up their friend.
"Now get out, George, and let me work," Karl said.
George could not wait to see Skeppy's reaction.
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Quackity had reacted just as George had, except he didn't bother to hide his howls of laughter as he took in his friend's stiff posture and beet-red face. "Oh... my God" Quackity managed when he finally regained his breath. He immediately launched into another bout of laughter which turned into coughing.
"Forget you guys! I'm not wearing this!" Bad huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Nonononono, you have to! Otherwise, you can't come to the party," George said with a sly grin, "And think of poor Skeppy! What will he do if his best friend isn't there?" Bad let out one of his signature 'mrggg' growls but resigned himself to his fate as tonight's laughingstock.
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When Skeppy pulled up to Dream's house, the party was already in full swing. Slamming the door of his sports car, he walked up the driveway to Dream's fairly expensive Florida residence. A bored-looking Sapnap answered the door. "Fashionably late, I see. Where's your costume?"
"What? no 'hello, it's so good to see you, Skeppy'?"
"Hello, it's so good to see you, Skeppy" Sapnap deadpanned. "Where's your costume?"
"This is my costume," Skeppy gestured to the basketball shorts and the 'Skeppy 5 Mil' hoodie he was wearing. "I'm Skeppy."
"Whatever, you're lucky we're out of sexy demon costumes or Dream would totally make you wear one." He stepped aside to allow Skeppy into the house. "By the way, I suggest you steer clear of Bad tonight."
"Why would I do that? Bad's my best friend."
"Uh-huh," Choosing to brush off Sapnap's weird comments, Skeppy made his way through the crowd of Minecraft YouTubers toward the table of drinks. He picked up a Mike's Hard Lemonade before setting out to find his friend. He'd hardly managed to make any progress before he was cornered by Quackity.
"Heyyy Skeppy! Check out the costumes!" He said gesturing to himself, Sapnap and Karl.
"What the fuck are you supposed to be?"
"Minions, man! have you not seen Despicable Me?"
"Whatever, have you seen Bad?" Skeppy asked, failing to notice Quackity's change in expression at the mention of his friend.
"Uh, yes actually, I believe he was talking to Puffy in the kitchen a while ago." Skeppy briefly thanked him and weaved his way through the crowd to the kitchen. When he entered, he could just make out a set of devil horns atop silky auburn hair, peeking out from behind a giant cardboard creeper costume. He'd know that hair anywhere. he rushed forward, but before he could get a good look at his friend, the giant creeper turned around to greet him.
"Well hey, there Skeppy!" Puffy's chipper voice rang out from inside the cardboard head of her costume.
"S'geppy?" Bad pushed past Puffy to greet him with a hug. "Skeppy! Thank goodness you're here, everyone's been making fun of me all night!" He pouted. Bad finally let go and stepped back. Skeppy's eyes practically bulged out of his head. Never in his life did he think he would see BadBoyHalo in fishnet stockings. The rest of the costume was equally risque, the red leotard that covered his torso was latex and stretched tight over his chest and hips, black fingerless gloves covered his hands, and a cutesy pair of devil horns sat atop his head. Skeppy was speechless. Luckily for him, Puffy took notice of his suffering and tried to help.
"Hey Bad, will you grab me another lemonade? It's kinda hard to move in this costume." Bad, ever the humble servant, agreed immediately and turned on his heels to go grab her one. Jesus Christ, Skeppy was done for. The way the latex stretched over his friend's ass was enough to make him twitch in his pants. And, god that little devil's tail? He was a goner.
"I- uh, Puffy, I gotta- um y'know- bathroom," He stammered, trying to think of an appropriate excuse. Puffy snorted and waved him off.
"Perv," She laughed under her breath.
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Skeppy let out a sigh of relief once he had finally shut himself inside one of Dream's guest rooms. What a disaster he thought to himself, collapsing on the bed. He was fully hard now, despite his efforts to block out the thoughts of his friend in that costume, his cock had twitched to life almost as soon as he’d left the room.
Groaning, he ran a hand through his hair, stressed beyond belief. It would be gross to jerk one out in dreams guest room, but it would be even worse to walk out with his erection fully visible through his thin shorts.
Okay, jerking off it is, then. He’d have to be quick and finish before his friends realized he was gone. With one hand, skeppy palmed himself through his shorts, the other slipping under his hoodie to rub over his abs. Biting his lip, he shoved a hand into his boxers and hissed when his hand made contact with the heated flesh of his cock. He shoved his shorts and boxers down and spit in his hand, quickly working the saliva over the head of his cock. “Fuck,” Skeppy whispered, throwing his head back against the soft mattress. He bucked his hips up into his fist, closing his eyes and picturing Bad’s soft pink lips wrapped around his shaft. He had never thought of his friend in that way before, but now that he has, he can’t stop. He thought about the perky ass hidden beneath the red latex of his costume, and the thick thighs caged in by the fishnet stockings.
His cock leaked beads of precum and he felt the knot in his stomach tighten. He was so close-
The door slammed open and Skeppy froze, his hand still gripping his cock.
“Skeppy! Are you in he—“ Bad called. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” He slapped a hand over his eyes. Skeppy’s face burned with humiliation.
“Christ, I’m sorry, Bad. I was just- I needed-“ Bad cut him off, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.
“Why we’re you… Uhm, doing that in here?” Bad asked, face flushed but still obviously curious about the compromising position he had found his friend in.
Okay, this was not helping Skeppy’s problem. Bad was standing right in front of him in that stupid stupid costume. Skeppy was done for.
“Fuck, I know! I was just so hard and I couldn’t go back out there like this!” He gestured to his still throbbing cock. “God, you just look so good in that fucking costume, I can’t take it!”
Bad looked shocked for a moment before his expression morphed into one of barely concealed delight.
“Really? You think so?”
“Yesss,” Skeppy groaned, trying to subtly spread a bead of precum over the head.
“Jeez, Skeppy, you’re really…” Bad gulped, “Really hard.” Skeppy had abandoned all his attempts at subtlety and was slowly pumping his cock with his fist.
Swallowing down his nerves, he shot his shot. “Come feel it BadBoy” he breathed out, spreading his legs invitingly. Bad let out a shaky exhale and carefully kneeled between Skeppy’s legs. He wrapped a cautious hand around the shaft.
“Oh my goodness.”
“You like it?” Skeppy reached out and snatched the devil horns off of Bad’s head and threaded his fingers through Bad’s silky hair. “God, fuck, you look so good like this. You wanna suck it?”
Bad nodded and brought the swollen pink head to his lips. He gave it a lick before taking it into his warm mouth and swirling his tongue around it. He let out a muffled moan when Skeppy pulled on his hair to tug him further onto his cock. Skeppy fucked Bad's face for a few more minutes, completely enthralled by the sloppy noises and the feeling of Bad's throat seizing around him. He finally released Bad's head, not wanting to cum too soon.
"Skeppy..." Bad whined, trying to catch his breath, "Why'd you stop?"
"You don't want me to just fuck your mouth all night, do you? Don't you want me to make you feel good too?" Skeppy teased, eager to get into Bad's pants- er, fishnets. "You look so good in this outfit." Skeppy pulled Bad onto the bed and situated him in his lap.
"S-skeppy," Bad moaned, rocking his hips against Skeppy's crotch. Skeppy left hot open-mouthed kisses down his neck and wrapped his arms around Bad in order to grope his ass, "Feels so good."
"Wanna fuck you," skeppy mumbled again Bad's neck "please."
"yes, yes, yes, yes" bad moaned, already tugging at Skeppy's hoodie to get access to more of his tan skin. tossing the garment aside, Bad pushed him down onto the bed, straddling him and grinding down. skeppy quickly grabbed Bad's waist and flipped them over, settling between bad's legs and continuing to mark up his neck.
Bad’s erection was clearly visible, straining against his skin-tight costume. Skeppy reached for it with one hand and began to slowly massage it while using the other to fully rid himself of his shorts.
Bad whimpered when skeppy got up to rifle through the drawer at the bedside, but quickly grew excited when he saw what skeppy had found.
“Whose costume is this, BadBoy? I know it’s not yours.” Skeppy opened the bottle of lube he had found.
“I uh- it’s Karl’s. Why?”
“You don’t think he’ll be too mad if it’s ruined do you? Skeppy smirked and motioned for bad to roll over onto his stomach.
“Ohh my goodness, I don’t even care! I’ll buy him 20 new costumes if he wants, I just need you inside me!”
Chuckling, Skeppy crawled up to sit over Bad’s thighs. He gave his ass a quick smack before grabbing the bottom of the leotard and pushing it to the side. The sound of ripping was heard as Skeppy made a bigger hole in the fishnets, and then tore his panties off.
Bad was shaking with anticipation, desperate for skeppy to make him feel good. Skeppy rubbed a hand down his back in a soothing gesture. He quickly spread lube over two of his fingers and brought them down to Bad’s ass, carefully rubbing at the outside of his hole. Bad shuddered and begged, pleading for Skeppy to just get on with it. As much as Skeppy wanted to tease Bad, he had to admit that he was just as desperate.
Bad let out a quiet moan when Skeppy finally pressed one finger past the tight ring of muscle. Skeppy fingered him slowly, adding more fingers and opening him up in preparation for his cock.
“Please, Skeppy, I’m- ah- ready now,” Bad panted.
Skeppy removed his fingers and quickly spread the excess lube over his cock. He leaned forward, pressing his chest to Bad's back "I want you so badly,” he whispered into Bad’s ear, reaching down to line up his dick with Bad’s twitching hole.
“Then have me.”
Skeppy pushed in, bottoming out with one slow thrust. He stilled inside bad, letting him adjust to the feeling of being spread open so wide.
“O-oh! Ah! Skeppy!” Skeppy reached down and gripped Bad’s ass cheeks, spreading them apart to get a good look at where he and Bad were connected. The sight of Bad’s tight hole stretched around his cock made him drool. bad whimpered again, so skeppy began to thrust hard and fast into the tight heat.
Bads hands gripped at the sheets above his head as his body was jerked back and forth from Skeppy’s rough thrusts. his hard cock dragged along the sheets below him as he desperately bucked his hips against Skeppy.
"S'geppy- Skeppy! Ah-Haha, more! please!"
"Fuck" Skeppy groaned, "God you're so tight, you're doing so good for me," he muttered against the flushed skin of Bad's shoulder.
"So- so big!" Bad cried out, eyes brimming with tears of pleasure. "Please, faster!"
Skeppy sat back on his knees and grabbed Bad's hips, pulling him onto his cock with short fast tugs. Bad squealed as Skeppy repeatedly slammed against his prostate, he was panting and writhing underneath Skeppy, desperate for more of him, more of his cock.
Fuck, Bad felt so good around him, Skeppy wasn't going to last much longer like this. Quickly pulling out, He crawled up the bed to sit against the wall and manhandled Bad into his lap. He slammed him back onto his cock and began bouncing him up and down.
"Oh- Ahgg! Skeppy, Geppy, its so deep! Feels s-oh! good!" Bad moved his hips in tandem with Skeppy's thrusts, wrapping his arms around his shoulders while Skeppy helped to move him up and down.
"God, BadBoy, you feel so good, so perfect around me." Skeppy moaned, picking up his pace.
"Skep- Gosh! 'Geppy 'm so- Ah feels good! so close S'geppy!"
"Shh, its okay baby," Skeppy ran a soothing hand through Bad's hair, "I'm ah-almost there too. You want it inside?"
"Yes! oh, yes, please! Fill me, fill me-" His cries were silenced by a passionate kiss. Skeppy moaned into it as his hips stuttered and he slammed Bad back down one more time before finishing inside him. Bad rocked his hips, still desperately chasing his own release as Skeppy clung to him, pumping him full of his hot cum. Bad whined at the feeling and came almost instantly when skeppy reached between them to grab his cock.
"Geppy!" he cried, splattering Skeppy's hand and thoroughly ruining his own costume.
the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing as both men came down from their orgasms. "Holy shit," Skeppy said, laughing breathlessly, "You wanna get out of here?"
Bad nodded, "Yeah, but iIshould probably change into something that doesn't have... stuff on it." Skeppy giggled but reached over to grab his hoodie and hand it to Bad.
"Here, take off that costume and put this on. where did you leave your clothes?"
"I think they're in George's room," he said, starting to strip off the leotard part of the costume, "Umm, Skeppy? you're still... in me." his face turned red. Skeppy grabbed Bad's hips and slowly pulled out. his eyes caught on Bad's fucked-out hole, and his own cock twitched when he saw some of his cum seep out. Bad crawled off his lap to take the rest of his costume off, and Skeppy reluctantly pushed himself off the bed to find his clothes.
"I'll be right back," he said, giving Bad a hesitant kiss on the cheek before setting out to find Bad some clothes that weren't covered in cum.
Normally Skeppy would knock when a door was closed, but right now he was slightly tipsy and fucked out of his mind, so he didn’t bother, and barged right into George’s room. He screeched and covered his eyes when he saw Karl, Sapnap, and Quackity half-naked and tangled together on the bed.
“What the hell, man!?” Sapnap said, quickly sitting up.
“Sorry sorry, I just need to get Bad’s clothes,” Karl lifted an arm and pointed to a stack of neatly folded clothes in the corner of the room. Skeppy hadn’t even made it over there before Quackity bust out laughing
“Wait, why are YOU getting his clothes? Oh my- AH-HAHAHA!”
“Yooo, no way!”
“See! I told you Skeppy would like that costume!” Karl said, face turning red from laughter.
Quickly exiting the room with Bad’s clothes to avoid more teasing, he made his way back to his friend. Once they were both dressed, they walked out to the main party area together, as Bad wanted to say goodbye to some friends.
Skeppy’s arm found its way around Bad’s waist and pulled him close. On their way out they stopped to talk to Dream.
“Nice party, Dream! Uhm… tell Karl I’m sorry about his costume,” Bad said sweetly.
Dream gave the both of them a horrified look and the two laughed as they walked out the door.
“Wanna come back to mine?” Skeppy asked, ushering Bad into his sports car. Bad nodded timidly.
“Awe, why are you being so shy? Weren’t you begging me to fuck your brains out just an hour ago?” He teased, leaning over the console to pull Bad into a kiss. Bad moaned into Skeppy’s mouth and felt a shudder run through his body.
“Fuck, Bad you’re gonna make me wanna go again.”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”