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J¡m's Hunger Hics

Hey everyone! Looks like everyone's getting fed lately except J¡m

My very first St@r Tr3k fan hicfic...it feels weird, idk. I've never envisioned myself ever watching St@r Tr3k, let alone writing for it. I feel like I'm in uncharted territory. I'm nervous but...here we go!

CW:

Hiccups

PTSD

Panic attack (starts at 'Kirk felt sick' and ends at 'he passed out' and I'll mark it with a different color if you'd like to skip it)

Mention of famine

Out of character for sure but I really did try my best 😅

Kink discovery perchance (or at least an affinity to hiccups discovery)

Slight teasing

Just tagging a few people I know wanted to see this when it was ready @hiccuping-daydreams @writingforfishes and thanking them for their patience and excitement that encouraged me to continue :D

Ok, and without further ado, enjoy the story under the break!

The Enterpr¡se usually wasn't extremely busy. Most of the time it was smooth sailing through the stars, occasionally stopping at a planet for research purposes or making sure certain species were evolving properly.

This particular stardate, however, was a completely different story. Between an emergency with Sc0tty, running a meeting with a group of commanders followed by another meeting with some ambassadors, Captain K¡rk couldn't catch a break.

It wasn't often that the captain could say he was hungry, but with everything that was going on, he hadn't had a chance to eat anything all day. He hadn't even realized it until he was in his quarters getting ready for bed. He had just finished brushing his teeth. Clearing his throat resulted in a soft, “hup” that caught him off guard.

Furrowing his brows, he placed a hand gently on his chest. He felt another, harder “holp'k!” erupt from his chest alongside a loud stomach growl that made him hug his stomach. The hunger pains and cramps were not fun, and he remembered part of his teenage years suffering on Earth CoIony T@rsus IV.

He whimpered and whined as the hiccups developed into a full-blown case. They attacked his empty stomach, making the aches more prominent. The memories were also at the forefront of his brain. He felt dizzy as he'd attempted to make his way to the replicator.

K¡rk tried using it to make himself some food, but he heard a loud beep. He furrowed his brows confused and frustrated before trying again. And again.

Insert. *BEEP!* hick! Groan.

Insert again. *BEEP!* holp! Grulrlulh~ Another groan.

K¡rk felt sick. Why wasn't it working? Were they somehow out of food? No…no, that was impossible…or was it? In his panicked state, he failed to remember that Sc0tty had mentioned that the replicators would be off for maintenance for a few hours that evening.

He felt tears well in his eyes as he started hyperventilating. There was no food and with no food he couldn't eat and neither could the crew and they would all go through a famine and K¡rk didn't want anyone else to go through a famine like he did, the pain and suffering, the sick and the death that he witnessed, and everyone he cared about would die, the Enterpr¡se would be gone, Sp0ck would be gone, B0nes would be gone-

K¡rk fell to the floor, his heart sinking as it pounded faster and harder. He clutched his chest and tried to get as much air in as he could into his lungs. He sobbed, feeling helpless and hungry. He failed. He survived the famine on T@rsus IV just to suffer the same demise. He failed those survivors. He failed his crew. He failed his lovers. He failed himself.

He failed to notice his door sliding open. He failed to hear his name being called. He failed to hear two sets of frantic footsteps heading over to him. He failed to register someone hoisting him up and leaning him on someone's chest. He slowly registered the room spinning and getting darker and darker until…he passed out.

A few moments ago, Sp0ck and B0nes had gotten ready for bed in their respective quarters. They had the same idea to wish their captain a good resting period after sensing the stressful day it'd been for him. They met up in the deck hallway before heading to K¡rk's quarters. They kept up their usual banter as B0nes clung to Sp0ck's arm, keeping in mind his sensitivity to hand-holding.

“...and then I said-”

Whatever was going to follow those words died in B0nes’ throat as they both reached the captain's quarters and heard the hiccups and crying through the door. B0nes placed his ear against the door to confirm.

“Wait a minute…do you hear that?” B0nes questioned, concern laced in his voice.

“That question is illogical, seeing as I am standing here too and-”

“Yeah, yeah, quit your yammering and come on,” B0nes cut the half-VuIcan off before opening the door.

The sight that revealed itself once the door opened froze them both. There J¡m was, quivering on the floor, tears flowing down his face and staring unfocusedly.

“J¡m?!” B0nes called out, but got no response.

“K¡rk!? Can you hear us?” Sp0ck asked next, feeling a sense of concern, but kept it repressed. To help J¡m, he would need to think logically without emotions clouding his judgment.

When J¡m refused to acknowledge them, the two of them hurried over to him. Sitting on both sides of him–Sp0ck on his right, B0nes on the left–Sp0ck gently hoisted him up, feeling him jolting with consistent squeaking. He gently pulled him towards his chest and his side, right in that sweet spot where he'd be able to hear his heartbeat. Shortly afterwards, he felt K¡rk slump against him.

“He's passed out,” B0nes worried, running a hand through K¡rk's hair.

“Obviously,” Sp0ck held onto K¡rk closely, rubbing his back.

The doctor frowned at the sass, but let it go in favor of checking over J¡m with his scanning device.

He hummed noncommittedly, “mmm, his heart rate's increased and he seems malnourished…has he eaten anything do you know?”

“Between helping Mr. Sc0tt fix the warp coils, the multiple meetings held in the briefing room, as well as still guiding this ship to safety, it seems to have been too busy for the captain to have time to consume any sustenance,” Sp0ck theorized.

B0nes blinked worriedly, “I see…but why was he panicking? He could've just used the replicator here to make food.”

“We found him near the replicator, so it's logical that an attempt was made,” Sp0ck looked down at K¡rk, entranced slightly by the soft bouncing, noticing his head being pulled back as he'd started to stir from the constant movement.

“Okay?” B0nes prompted him to continue.

Sp0ck forced his gaze back to B0nes, “however, I recall Mr. Sc0tt mentioned that there would be maintenance performed on them for approximately three hours. As for why he was panicking, human emotions are…confusing and irrational.”

“And yet, you prove more and more every day that you have them,” B0nes smirked slightly.

“Doctor, I have no idea what you're talking about,” Sp0ck rolled his eyes as K¡rk officially came to.

“Ngh, hngk!-uh,” J¡m uttered and slowly sat up.

“J¡m!” Sp0ck called and gently helped him sit up, “are you alright?”

“Head hur–urts,” he replied, looking up to Sp0ck. He furrowed his brows confused, “Spo–ock? Whe–en did you hick! get here? hup!-uuuuggghhh.”

He groaned and held his stomach as another hunger cramp attacked him. Sp0ck held him closer.

“Just a few moments ago,” Sp0ck responded, “McC0y's here too.”

B0nes waved at J¡m, “we found you in here having a breakdown.”

J¡m's eyes widened and his brows shot up to his forehead before he looked away, “oh…hmmp!”

“What happened?” McC0y held out his hand for J¡m.

The captain took his hand and took an interrupted deep breath, “I…don't hup!-huck! usual–ly talk about thi–is, but…hip!-uggghhh!”

He held his stomach and winced as it growled loudly. Sp0ck placed a gentle hand on J¡m's stomach and started rubbing it softly.

“Captain, when was the last time you ate anything?” Sp0ck asked.

“I…huck! I didn't eat anyth–ing and when I tri–ied to hip!-hick!-uh, hup!-ngh,” K¡rk grunted and put a hand to his chest, “the repli–icator wasn't wor–working and I pan-icked…childhood hup'k! trauma.” He looked away embarrassed.

“You don't mean…” B0nes’ eyes softened and he squeezed his hand gently when K¡rk nodded.

K¡rk had told both McC0y and Sp0ck about what happened on T@rsus IV when they'd confronted him about it after the events with that former serial killer. It was one of the few times he let himself be vulnerable around others, but he trusted his comrades.

“Aw J¡m…” B0nes reached over and joined the hug that Sp0ck had already started.

K¡rk wrapped his arms around Sp0ck and leaned into both of their hugs, a few tears streamed down his face.

“Don't worry, we still have food,” B0nes reassured him with a soft kiss to his temple.

“Yes, Mr. Sc0tt informed everyone that the replicators would be off for maintenance for a few hours,” Sp0ck reminded him.

“Sp0ck, when someone is panicked, logic is the first thing that flies out of the window,” B0nes informed him.

Sp0ck quirked a brow, “logic cannot fly, Dr. McC0y. That is simply ridiculous.”

B0nes blinked while J¡m covered up his snickering behind his hand. The snickering ended up making J¡m's hiccups worse, which prompted McC0y to say something.

“That sounds like a nasty case of hiccups you've got there, J¡mmy-Boy.”

“Ye–eah,” J¡m scratched the back of his neck and bit his lip, “hap–pens when-hnk!-ever I hick!-hip!-uh hup'm!-” he winced at the stomach growl that brought on.

“These…hiccups seem to be hurting you,” Sp0ck brought up, definitely not concerned, “how do we stop them?”

“I ne-heek!-eed foo-holp!-food,” J¡m told them.

“I'll call down to Sc0tt and see if maintenance is done by now,” B0nes stroked his hair back before heading to the communicator.

Sp0ck just continued to hug K¡rk, who was just quietly jolting and bouncing with every hiccup. They were still pretty fast and strong. Sp0ck tilted his head curiously, “do you ever get tired of doing that?”

“Doi-ngk!-doing wha-huck!-at?” J¡m looked up at him.

“The jolting,” Sp0ck explained, “I believe the doctor called them…hiccups. They seem to move you quite a bit.”

“Yes, bu-huck!-but I can–can’t help i‐ic!hip!-it hulp!-ugh,” Jim groaned, “do Vu-hulk!-VuIcans hick! not ge–et the hicc-up!-hiccups?”

“None that I have witnessed, J¡m.”

“Hu–huh,” J¡m hummed as B0nes returned, holding a plate full of food.

“The replicator in your quarters was top priority, so yours finished first,” B0nes informed him before handing the plate of food to J¡m, “eat.”

J¡m didn't have to be told twice as he dug into the food like a starved lion. Sp0ck found this to be very interesting. Especially how he worked around his hiccups.

The plate was emptied within a matter of minutes. He let out a loud burp followed by another hiccup that turned into a burp.

“Mm, pardon hnkulp!-mm me,” K¡rk patted his chest, “B0nesy heegulp!-grmp! you saved my huckolp! life, thank you.”

“Here, drink some water,” B0nes handed him the glass, “maybe that'll help your hiccups go away.”

“They're on-nkUP!-only hiccups, HU'ulk!-gurp! I'll li-hick!-live,” J¡m took the water regardless and started drinking it.

“J¡m, I thought you said eating the food would help,” Sp0ck quirked an eyebrow in confusion.

J¡m finished swallowing his last gulp of water, stifling a quiet belch into his fist before responding to Sp0ck, “I thou–ought they would himpk! slow down at lea–east, which they did, but huckulk!-”

“Sounds like they're just as stubborn as you are,” B0nes smirked teasingly.

“Fascinating,” Sp0ck whispered in amazement as if he'd just made a new scientific discovery. “So the length of time that hiccups last responds to a person's personality?”

J¡m smiled slightly amused, “not holp'k! necessarily heekULP!” He patted his chest with his fist. “But that see–eems to be the ca-hiup!-case for me, hehe-heekulp!-gmlp!”

“Interesting,” Sp0ck hummed and gently examined K¡rk's stomach. “And there's nothing you can do to stop them?”

“For most people, there are cures that work, like drinking water, holding one's breath, getting a shock,” B0nes explained to Sp0ck.

“But none of these things work,” he deduced.

“Not fo-holk!-for me heekulk!-HEEK!-ugh,” J¡m groaned.

“Your diaphragm just hates you,” B0nes chuckled softly.

“HICKuulk!-ugh, maybe yo–you're ri-hickip!-right,” J¡m rolled his eyes before lying on his back.

Sp0ck observed the way his stomach popped up like a quick bloat, his chest jumped as well, giving J¡m's abdomen a sort of wave effect. His neck caved in sharply and quite deeply as if being tugged. It was so strong, the force pulled his head back a bit. Sp0ck found this phenomenon to be truly incredible.

B0nes caught the VuIcan’s fascinated staring and smirked playfully, “someone seems very invested in your hiccups, J¡m.”

For the first time in a while, Sp0ck blushed, a light green flushed his cheeks as he pulled his gaze from K¡rk. “Apologies, I just…think they're fascinating…on a scientific level, of course.”

“Careful, your emotions are showing.”

“Qui-hip!-quit it, Bon-nk!-esy,” J¡m warned before looking at Sp0ck who seemed nothing less than embarrassed and ashamed, but now trying to hide it. He gently grabbed Sp0ck's hand, placing it over his bouncing belly, “it's HULK!-HULP!-uh, it's alri–right, Spo-hock!-ock. You ca-HUCKul!-can be vulnera–able with us.”

“I know…” Sp0ck whispered, still not making eye contact. He wasn't used to this. He took a deep breath before he repressed his emotions again, though he did keep a hand on K¡rk's tummy. He quite enjoyed the softness of it which paired well with the bounciness from his hiccups. “Remarkable.”

“They're just HOLP! hiccups,” J¡m repeated amusedly. “But it's cu–ute how fascinated hu'uck! you are with them hmkgmp!-gmrp!”

“The way your body jolts and makes those sounds…I don't know why, but I'm drawn to it…to you,” Sp0ck's voice, usually authoritative, was soft, distracted, and J¡m couldn't help the blush at how sweet it sounded.

“I, uh…huuck!” J¡m stammered, not knowing how to respond.

B0nes raised an eyebrow before smirking, “You two need the room?”

J¡m blushed even more, “B0nes!”

“Captain,” Sp0ck ignored the doctor, “if I may…I would like to lay my head on your stomach for experimental purposes.”

Sp0ck would never admit it, but B0nes knew that the VuIcan had an affinity for stomachs. He guessed that it was because they were soft like pillows.

“Sure,” J¡m easily accepted.

Sp0ck nodded and rested his head gently on J¡m's stomach. He waited patiently before another “hu'uuck!-hu'ulk!” affected J¡m's stomach, making it bounce with Sp0ck's head moving along with it.

“Satisfactory,” Sp0ck nuzzled closer, a look of pure bliss and contentment on his face, a look that rarely made an appearance.

“Are you sure you two don't need a room?” B0nes asked again.

“What am I huckuh! to do with you, Bon-ngk!-B0nes?” J¡m sighed as he placed a hand on Sp0ck's hair, gently stroking it back. He could've sworn he'd heard Sp0ck making some sort of happy sounds, but made no comment. “Come, join us hu'ulp!”

J¡m held out his other arm and B0nes happily obliged. He lay down on the ground and curled up next to J¡m. K¡rk cuddled with both of his loves.

“I lo-huckuck!-ngh, I love you gu-hu'uck!-guys,” J¡m held them closer as he let out a yawn.

“I love you both too,” B0nes followed, snuggling closer to J¡m after kissing his cheek.

“The feeling is mutual,” Sp0ck admitted, looking up at J¡m, an awkward smile on his lips, which J¡m loved.

And that was how they all drifted off, snuggled up close. First B0nes, then J¡m as his hiccups were softening as he drifted, then finally Sp0ck, who'd waited until the hiccups subsided to drift off.

Fin~

#minors dni #18+ mdni #minors do not interact #not safe for minors #hiccups #hiccups kink #hic fic #hicfic #mcsp¡rk #fan hicfic

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hiccupscloud-26 · 7 days ago

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Unofficial August Hicth Prompt: #in the classroom/library

Hey guys! This is the 2.7k worded story that inspired the previous story. I'm not 100% on the ending, but I'm satisfied enough, lol. Eben though there wasn't an official hicth prompt this month, I was still inspired by the "in the classroom or library" prompt from @hiccuping-daydreams post, so I cooked this up!

Characters for this one are Dorian, Keenan(his debut, yayyy), Tel, Orfeo, and Riddy

CW:

Fast hiccups

Loud hiccups

A few deep hiccups

Hiccups that return

Mention of arousal

Slight teasing

And without further ado, enjoy the story under the break!

Fandom: EPIC, Modern AU

Second Year, First Semester, Week 4

Dorian was a fan of their coding class. It'd begin with a lecture and end with actually making a code. Today, the professor had announced that they would be doing group work–though, was it really considered a group if it was two people per group? Maybe it'd best be described as pair work.

Either way, Dorian turned to their left to see that his usual partner for these projects was absent. Right…they remembered making that observation at the start of class. He turned to the cute quiet guy on their right. He had freckles over his nose and cheeks and bluish-gray eyes. He was wearing some eyeliner and had a piercing above his top lip. He reminded them of Tele.machus honestly.

They smiled, “hi, wanna be partners?”

The guy turned to Dorian with a shy expression, “uh, hey, s-sure…”

“I'm Dorian, they/he pronouns please,” they introduced themselves.

“Uh, Keenan, he/him,” Keenan waved at them.

Keenan, huh? That was the name of Tele.machus’ oldest and closest friend, wasn't it? They wondered if this was the same person…

“Cool, also, love your eyeliner,” Dorian complimented before he pulled out a Monster from their bag, “energy drink?”

“Thanks,” Keenan smiled shyly before shaking his head at the offer, “no thank you. Are you even supposed to have drinks in here?”

Dorian shrugged before taking a sip, the bubbles fizzing down their throat as he swallowed. They put the can down after muffling a quiet burp. “Excuse me. Anyway, ready to get coding?”

Keenan chuckled quietly and nodded, “yeah.”

The two of them got to work, brainstorming ideas and working together to turn their ideas into reality. Just as they had figured out a particularly difficult line of code, Dorian took a longer drink from his Monster.

“Hey, maybe if we-”

Keenan's voice stopped in its tracks when he'd heard Dorian's, “hm'mp!-ouurrp! Scu-hookulp!gmp!HMKGMP!”

Dorian covered their mouth as his diaphragm started acting up, kicking into high gear. They honestly should've known better…Monster apparently always gave them the hiccups.

The class all turned to Dorian, but otherwise made no comment. Though, the professor did comment, “maybe next time you'll heed the no drink policy, Mr. Waterson.”

“Sor-HRGK!-ry, sir,” they looked down sheepishly before placing their hand on his chest as it convulsed with two more silent hics.

Keenan stayed quiet, his eyes focused strictly on the computer screen. See, Keenan had a particular…appreciation for hiccups. The same appreciation that Dorian and Tele.machus both had.

Dorian noticed Keenan getting quiet again, but didn't think much of it. They noticed that he was more on the shyer side anyway. They still wanted to check in, so they asked, “You HULP! okay?”

“Mmhm, yes, just fixing something in the code,” Keenan replied almost too quickly.

Dorian nodded, interrupted by his head getting pulled back by a couple of silent hiccups. “Alri–ight HUCK!-uh HULK!HICKOLP!-”

“Dude!” one of the students called out, annoyed.

“Relax, they can't control it,” another student, the previous heckler's partner presumably, scolded.

“Try holding your breath,” another suggested.

“Pulling my tongue works for me!” Said another.

“It may sound weird, but I swear mine go away whenever I tell myself I'm not a fish.”

Dorian blinked amusedly at the last suggestion, “wh-HUCKuck!-what?”

“Try it,” the student encouraged with a nod.

With no excuse not to try it, and to satiate his curiosity, Dorian started chanting, “I am-mmk!HMGK! not a fi-hick!-fish…hugKUP!HILK!...I am n–nkmp!-not a fish…hiup!hickup…I am not a fish…”

They put a hand on their chest, confusion on their face. “Holy shit, that worked?”

“Thank goodness,” the first heckler rolled their eyes.

Keenan also thanked goodness in his mind, not in a mean way. He didn't know how much longer he would've lasted with those powerful hiccups happening next to him.

“Right, now that the excitement is over,” the professor pointedly looked at Dorian, “everyone back to your projects.”

Dorian shrugged as the class continued on with their work. Class ended fifteen minutes later with everyone exchanging contact information to continue their projects.

As Dorian was opening their phone to collect Keenan's number, they noticed a text from Tele.machus telling them to meet him in the library. They smiled before handing their phone to Keenan to enter his contact info.

“Say,” they started as they put their bag over their shoulder, “if you're free, we can continue our project in the library and get it over with.”

“Oh, yeah, this was my last class today, so that'd work,” Keenan smiled slightly as he finished putting in his number. He handed them the phone back before gathering his things.

“Cool,” Dorian smiled, placing the returned phone into his pocket after sending a quick text to Telemachus letting him know he was on his way.

They headed towards the library with Keenan by their side. Was this a ploy to see if Tele.machus knew this Keenan? …maybe a little.

“So, uh,” Keenan fidgeted with his sleeves, trying to start up a conversation, but having no idea how to start.

“What's your major?” Dorian helped him out.

Keenan smiled appreciatively, “computer science. I wanna get into IT.”

“Oh, sweet,” Dorian smiled. “Have you always known that that's what you wanted to do?”

“Kinda? I mean, my mom used to say I was tech savvy, so…” he trailed off with a shrug, “what about you?”

“Game design and development for me,” they told him “I've always been a fan of video games and I would LOVE to create my own one day…”

“That sounds cool too,” Keenan smiled.

The two made it to the library, walked in, greeted the librarian, then Dorian searched for the study room Tele.machus mentioned he, Riddy, and Orfeo were in. Walking up the stairs, they spotted their friends and boyfriend. Beside them, he heard a soft gasp.

“Is…i-is that…?” Keenan was looking straight at Tele.machus, who just happened to look up back at him through the glass door with familiarity.

Tele.machus shot up from his seat and ran out the door to greet him. “Keenan? Is that you?!”

“Tele.machus…” Keenan teared up and nodded, a big smile on his face, “y-yeah, oh my gosh!”

Tele.machus reached them and wrapped his arms tightly around Keenan, who did the same. Both of them were crying about how much they missed each other and how it was great to see the other. Dorian smiled and let them have their moment, happy to bring them together again.

They headed into the study room, waving at Riddy and Orfeo, “‘sup you two?”

“Hey dude!” Orfeo smiled.

“Dorian, glad you could make it over,” Riddy smiled as well.

“Yeah, figured I'd join my besties and my boyfriend, though he seems preoccupied with his long lost friend,” Dorian explained, pushing their bangs behind his ear.

“I didn't even know Tel had any other friends than us,” Orfeo shrugged.

“I'm sure everyone knows someone outside of our friendship group, hun,” Riddy chuckled.

“Speaking of others, where's Ari?” Dorian asked as they sat down in one of the chairs, putting his bag behind it.

“She had to go to her class,” Riddy informed them, “but she said hi.”

“Aww, bummer,” Dorian pouted and took out his laptop and a pop-tarts.

“Dude, you got pop-tarts?!” Orfeo's eyes sparkled.

Dorian raised an eyebrow, “yeah, for me and Telly.”

“Aw, c'mon, man, I'm hungryyy,” Orfeo groaned.

“I keep telling you to bring your own snacks,” Dorian snorted amusedly and opened the package, breaking off a piece and handing it to him.

“Yesss, thanks, Dorian!” Orfeo gladly took the offering while Riddy shook her head.

“You shouldn't let him take away all of your food,” she commented.

“It was only a little piece, it's fine,” Dorian waved it off and broke another piece just as the door opened again, Tele.machus and Keenan walking inside.

“Well, it's about time you came back in,” Riddy joked.

“Yeah yeah, sorry,” Tele.machus rolled his eyes and kissed Dorian's forehead, “hi babe.”

Dorian tilted their head up to smile at Tele.machus, “hi, I didn't think I'd ever get to see you.”

“Huh? Oh…with me saying hi to my best friend from childhood who I haven't seen since before middle school,” Tel raised an eyebrow.

“No comment…”

“So, Tel, you gonna introduce us to your friend?” Riddy asked, looking at Keenan with a smile.

“Oh, yeah, Riddy, Orfeo, this is Keenan,” Tele.machus introduced, “and Keenan, these are two of my friends Riddy and Orfeo, and I'm guessing you know my partner, Dorian.”

Keenan looked at both Riddy and Orfeo, having quite the internal bi panic as he waved shyly at them, “h-hi…”

Orfeo and Riddy both smiled at him, “sup, dude.”

“Nice to meet you,” Riddy greeted.

“Uh…yeah, y-you too,” Keenan nodded and sat down next to Dorian while Tele.machus sat on the other side of Dorian.

“And, wait, partner?” Keenan's jaw dropped slightly as Dorian ate their piece of pop-tart.

“Mmhm,” Dorian nodded and swallowed their bite, “Tel and I have been dating since the beginning of the year.”

“Wow, congratulations, Tel,” Keenan smiled proudly.

“Hehe, thanks,” Tele.machus smiled and rested his head on Dorian's shoulder as they fed him a piece of pop-tart. “I'm incredibly lucky to have them.”

“Nah, I'm the lucky one,” Dorian kissed his cheek before enjoying another bite of his pop-tart.

“No, I am!” Tel pinched their cheek gently.

“Ah! Nuh-uh!” Dorian gulped down the pop-tart and poked Telemachus’ side.

Tele.machus squeaked and retaliated with his own poke to Dorian's side, making him snort into giggles.

“Okay! Okay! Tru-hook!-uce!” Dorian held their hands up in surrender.

Tele.machus stopped with a smile on his face, “that'll teach you

“Fi–ine, hickolk!-oh,” Dorian placed a hand on their chest as it jolted softly.

Both Keenan and Tel looked at Dorian, though the former looked shocked, “they're back?”

“Back?” Tele.machus tilted his head confused.

“Yeah, I hi'ULK! had ‘em in hickGUP! cla–ass earlier herkuck!-uhh HICKURK!-ah-HIP!HIP!” Dorian explained before chuckling slightly, “I cu-hurngk!-cured them-HMPKuh! by sa–aying-hingk'uh! ‘I HUCK! am n–not a HUCKolk! fi-HICK'IP!-fish’ ov-HERK! and o–ver again.”

“That actually works?” Riddy tilted her head.

“Not for long apparently,” Keenan said quietly, bringing one of his knees up and hugging it.

“Oh, my hip! hiccups a–always com-HMPKglm! back after I c-HUCK!-cure them HUCK!-uh,” Dorian explained

“Hey, shh, we're in a library,” Orfeo joked, “you're gonna get us kicked out with all this noise.”

“Orf‐HEE!-o, kindly shu-huck!UCK!-t up,” Dorian stuck their tongue out at him as he wrapped an arm around Tel, who had moved the chair closer to them for optimal cuddles.

Orfeo chuckled at his attempt at humor.

“Anyway, you want some water or anything?” Riddy offered. “They sound pretty bad.”

Dorian waved a hand nonchalantly, “Na–ah, they'll hilkULK!-uh, calm m'glk! down HICK! in a bit HEEK!-uh HIPULP!HIUP!-ugh, HEE'uh!HOLP'K!-fu–uck,” they muttered and patted their chest.

Tele.machus’ hand fell on their stomach, rubbing it gently as it convulsed, “a-are you sure?”

“Ye–yeah, I mean nkUP! they'll ju-hu'UCK!HAULK!-just com-HMM’glmp!-” they swallowed that one down, “come ba-HICK'IT!-mm, come ba–ack again HICKOLP!”

They took another piece of pop-tart and carefully ate it before turning to Keenan, “hey, I know HMMP! I brought you over HERK'L!HUP!HIP!-oof, scu-HOOKULP!-scuse me, brou‐HAULP!-ought you here t–to work on-HNK'UP! our proj-EC!-t, but it was mo–stly a ploy to see if HICK!HICK'olp!HUP! if-HUCK!-”

“Me and Tel knew each other?” Keenan quickly guessed, trying to appear calm and collected.

Between the returned hiccups and the two very attractive people in front of him, the stimulation was overwhelming. Especially because he couldn't stop imagining Riddy and Orfeo with the hiccups. Gosh, he bet they'd look even more attractive.

Dorian nodded, “pre-HEEK!HICK!-oof, hickuck!HOLP'K!-uh, precisely-hup!HUOP!-ah, hip!-hu'ULK!-NGK'ULP!-gmp!-uff, scu—use me.”

They placed a hand on their chest. These hiccups were kinda bad in the best way. They loved the way they made their body bounce. Tele.machus was having fun too, feeling every spasm through his rubbing their tummy while resting his head on their shoulder. And Keenan was just trying to keep it together.

Orfeo snorted, “it took you a whole five minutes to say one word, ha!”

“Orfeo,” Riddy rolled her eyes.

“No n–nk!-no,” Dorian chuckled softly, “it's fu-uck!ngkulp!-uff, funny.”

“I should become a comedian,” Orfeo's eyes sparkled.

“Nah, I hickip! didn't say all HULP!hu'uck! that,” Dorian shook his head, being pulled back by two silent hiccups in the process.

“You're so mean,” Orfeo pouted.

“Yet yo–ou're the one lau-hup!-laughing at my mis-hick!hip!HUP!-uh, misfortune HNGK'mm!,” Dorian raised an eyebrow.

“Touche,” Orfeo slumped.

“You still doing ok?” Tel checked in. He'd noticed they'd gotten softer and a bit slower than before.

Dorian nodded, “yeah, I'm goo-hoop!hip!-good. I th-hink! they're star–ting to go aw-HILK!-oops, away.”

Tele.machus nodded and kissed his cheek, “okay, as long as you're not in pain.”

“Not–t at a-hauk!-all, I told you they do-hop!-don't ever hur-herk!hirngk!-hurt,” Dorian reassured him.

“Kay…” he made a move to whisper in their ear, but thought better of it and texted Dorian.

Tilting their head confused, Dorian checked his phone and smiled amusedly at the words.

Sunshine: your hics r amazing as always😉

Then a moment later, another message came through.

Sunshine: thank you for sharing them with me💕

Dorian smiled slightly and kissed Tel's forehead, whispering, “any-hip!-time, babe.”

Tele.machus blushed and hugged Dorian, “I love you.”

“I lo—ove you too, heekulk!-uh,” Dorian hugged him back.

Tele.machus chuckled quietly and nuzzled close to them. Keenan smiled at the two of them, “You two are really cute.”

Tele.machus blushed more and smiled a bit at Keenan, “awww, thanks, Keenan. They really are really amazing to me and I definitely don't deserve them.”

“Oh non–sense, you deser-herkulk!-uh, deserve the worl-hurlk!-world,” Dorian rubbed Tel's arm as they hugged him closer.

“How'd you two meet?” Keenan asked curiously.

“We've been dormmates since freshman year of college,” Tele.machus informed him.

“Mm‐hmk!-hmm,” Dorian agreed, “we started off as fr-hrk!-friends, then hick!HUP!-oh, sorry, then we…kinda had a fa–alling out during winter break hup'm before we reconvened when we returned from brea–eak.”

“Yeah, it was the hardest winter break, not communicating with them,” Tele.machus bit his lip. “All because I was scared cuz I kissed them impulsively.”

“But then he got me this beautiful watch and everything was all better,” Dorian showed off their watch.

“Oooh, it's beautiful,” Keenan's eyes sparkled, “where'd you find it?”

“My guncle Otto made it for me,” Dorian smiled proudly, mumbling, “I should really send him a text and catch up…” They pulled out their phone to do so.

Orfeo tilted his head, "guncle?"

“Short for gay uncle,” Tele.machus chuckled quietly, before turning his attention to Keenan, “but I can give you his card or website if you're interested. I definitely recommend you check him out.”

“Yeah, sounds good, thank you,” Keenan smiled and nodded.

“Of course,” Tel beamed, turning back to Dorian, “but, yeah, after that, we started dating and the rest is history.”

“Yep,” Dorian smiled before letting out a yawn, resting his head on top of Tele.machus’ head, “just realized my hiccups are gone and now I'm sleepy…”

“I'm sure you are after suffering two cases back to back like that,” Riddy frowned sympathetically.

“I guess…” Dorian shrugged nonchalantly.

“That makes sense,” Tel nuzzled closer to him, “You wanna go back to the dorms? We could just chill, watch a movie, and take a nap.”

“That honestly sounds really amazing,” Dorian smiled lazily and slowly sat up, stretching. “Do you have Keenan's number so you guys can keep in touch?”

“Yes,” Tele.machus nodded, “and I'm definitely adding him to the group chat.”

“Sweet, the champ has brought two old friends together again,” Dorian giggled and stood up, helping Tele.machus stand up.

“Yeah, thank you,” Keenan smiled, “we're definitely gonna make more time to hang out now that I know we're so close.”

Dorian nodded, putting their backpack on their back, “I'll see you guys later.”

“Bye everyone,” Tele.machus smiled and waved.

Everyone else waved and wished the two farewell, watching as they left the library. The remaining students stayed behind and got to know each other a bit more, though Keenan didn't know how he survived chatting with his newfound crushes.

Fin~

#minors dni #18+ mdni #minors do not interact #not safe for minors #hiccups #hiccups kink #hic fic #hicfic #hic fic ocs #hicth #august hicth #in the classroom/library #telorian #ridfeo #still workshopping the ship name

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Tele.machus and Dorian's First Date

Hey guys! I've worked hard on this and the upcoming post for...pretty much the whole month. I wrote this one after starting the hicth prompt. I honestly love how this one turned out.

Our characters this round are just Tel and Dorian, our classic lovebirds

CW:

Fast hiccups

Deep hiccups

Hiccups that make a return

Implied homophobia

Mention of transphobia

Slight mention of arousal/implication of arousal

Dine and dash

5.1k words of wholesome date time

And without further ado, enjoy the story under the cut!

Fandom: EPIC, Modern AU

First Year, Second Semester, Week 1

Dorian fidgeted with his fingers again as they sat alone in a nice restaurant near the college. They'd dressed to impress in a light blue fuzzy sweater with a white shirt collar peeking out the top and some black dress pants. They waited for their date to arrive.

Tele.machus was finishing up one last class before he'd be able to join. They offered to wait on campus for him, but Tele.machus insisted they go without.

Dorian checked the time on his watch. Ten minutes past 6. Also known as ten minutes past when the reservation was. They sighed and swirled the sparkling water in the glass when he'd heard quick footsteps headed towards them.

On full alert now, Dorian perked up, looking towards where the footsteps were heard and gasped at Tele.machus in a nice off-white dress shirt and navy blue sweater vest with some dress pants and shoes scurrying over to them with a bouquet of red roses.

“Dorian!” Tele.machus called out as he made it to the table out of breath.

“Aww, Telly,” Dorian stood up and met him halfway.

“I'm so sorry I'm so late,” Tele.machus frowned at them, “class got out later than usual so the flower shop I planned to go to was closed, so I had to find another one and-”

“Tele.machus, it's okay, really,” Dorian reassured him with a smile.

“Really? Cuz…I didn't want you to think I stood you up and then you'd wanna switch rooms cuz you wouldn't be able to look at me,” Tele.machus worried.

“First off, I knew you weren't standing me up,” Dorian stroked his hair behind his ear, “you're too much of a sweetheart to do that. Second off, I'm not going anywhere, bad date or not.” They whispered in his ear, "Besides, I've finally found someone I can talk about hiccups with and I am not blowing that chance.”

Tele.machus blushed and covered his face, “just…take the flowers.”

Dorian chuckled and took the roses, “thank you, they're beautiful.”

“Speaking of beautiful, you look very handsome,” Tele.machus smiled at them.

“Why thank you, but you look ravishing,” Dorian switched the focus on Tele.machus. “I mean, that sweater vest mixed with that dress shirt? Amazing work, fashionista.”

Tele.machus blushed and looked away, “th-thank you…it was just something I decided to try and I'm glad it works.”

“Here, have a seat,” Dorian offered, pulling out the chair for him.

Tele.machus thanked them and sat down. He looked at the menu while Dorian sat down.

“Order anything you'd like,” Dorian encouraged him. “Don't worry about the price, I can handle it-”

“We can split the bill,” Tele.machus shrugged.

“But I invited you out, so it's my treat,” Dorian tilted his head confusedly as they sipped on their sparkling water again.

“I really don't mind,” he reassured.

“...okay…are you sure?”

“Positive, Dori,” he smiled at him before looking back at the menu, internally cursing his indecisiveness.

“Alright, but I'll pay for your order and you'll pay for mine?” Dorian offered.

“Mmm,” Tele.machus hummed, “we can pay for our own- if that's okay.”

Dorian nodded, “yeah, that's fine, don't worry.”

After a minute of looking through the menu, their waiter came over, giving them both a look, but not saying anything other than requesting their drink order. Dorian requested another sparkling water–it was more like flavored sparkling water than just water with bubbles–while Tele.machus ordered a sweetened iced tea with lemon.

Once the waiter left and was out of earshot, Dorian looked over to Tele.machus, “did you notice that look?”

Tele.machus looked up from the menu, “no?”

“Huh…maybe I just imagined it then…anyway,” Dorian clapped their hands, “let's get to know each other…well, more than we already do.”

“Wait, I gotta figure out what I want to eat first,” Tele.machus huffed, “I hate my indecisiveness sometimes…everything sounds so good.”

“Ah, it's alright,” Dorian giggled slightly, “here, maybe I can help. What are our options?”

“Well, it's between the shrimp risotto, the lemon butter grilled salmon with parmesan truffle fries, or just classic chicken fingers with those same fries.”

“You can't go wrong with classic chicken tenders I always say,” Dorian suggested. “But all of those options sound amazing.”

“Right! I don't know…” Tele.machus groaned, frustrated.

“Well, we could always get a shrimp risotto for the table, and you can get the chicken tenders because I was planning to get the salmon anyway and I can give you some,” Dorian said and sipped some more of the sparkling water.

“Really? That's probably the best option,” Tele.machus nodded, “as long as you don't mind.”

“More good food? Why would I be complaining about that?” Dorian chuckled softly.

“Touche,” Tele.machus giggled. “Oh, and gotta make sure nothing is cooked in peanut oil or nothing has peanuts in it.”

“Oh? How come?” Dorian tilted their head curiously.

“I'm allergic to peanuts,” Tele.machus slumped.

Dorian's jaw dropped, “whaaaat???”

“I knooowww,” he covered his face, “and I found out later in life when I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and almost died. Peanut butter is soooo good!”

“I know! Gah, I'm so sorry, Telly,” Dorian frowned.

“It's okay, I've somewhat come to terms with it…” Tele.machus sighed.

The waiter finally returned with their drinks and asked for their food order.

“Before anything else, I, uh…have a peanut allergy,” Tele.machus announced.

The waiter sighed and made a note on top of his notepad. Dorian glared at the waiter, “is that a problem?”

“Dorian, it's fine, let's just order,” Tele.machus placed a hand on top of theirs, trying to calm him down.

Dorian looked at Tele.machus, seeing the slightly concerned and worried look on his face. They took a deep breath and nodded, “fine.”

They ordered their food before the waiter left again. Dorian huffed and ran a hand down their face.

“I'm sorry,” Dorian sighed, “I didn't mean to make it a big thing, I just…don't want you to be treated like that.”

“It's alright, I get it, I just…don't like confrontation,” Tele.machus bit his bottom lip, squeezing Dorian's hand when they'd flipped it around to hold it. “Especially with people handling our food…”

Dorian nodded, “I understand…you just deserve all the respect…” they looked down, “I'm starting off on the wrong foot, aren't I?”

“Oh, Dori, no, I don't think so,” Tele.machus reassured him with another squeeze of his hand. “You're showing you care about me, I can see that.”

Dorian looked back up at Tele.machus and nodded, picking up their previous glass, “okay…if you're sure.”

“I'm sure,” Tel nodded his head with a genuine smile as he watched Dorian finish the last of their drink, “now I believe you wanted us to get to know each other better?”

Dorian gasped after they gulped down the liquid in his mouth, “yes! Yes, I thought we could, like, interview each other, play something like 20 questions?”

Tele.machus chuckled, smiling slightly, “sure, sounds fun.”

“Cool,” Dorian smiled, “and if either of us want to skip a question, that's perfectly fine and we cast no judgment, fair?”

“Definitely fair,” Tele.machus agreed, slowly sipping his tea.

“Alright, would you like to start or should I?” Dorian asked, taking a swig from his second glass.

“You can start us off,” Tele.machus offered.

“Aweso-” they were interrupted by a strong belch they were barely able to muffle. “Ooh, excuse me.” He burped again, “urp! Sorry, excuse me again. Must be all the carbo-hup'k!-ourrp!-oof,” they patted their chest, “carbonation. Urp!-ahh hup!-uh, par-herk!HU'UCK!” Dorian covered their mouth as their eyes widened, locked onto Tele.machus.

Tele.machus swallowed thickly, watching as Dorian convulsed with more hiccups that he'd tried and failed to keep quiet.

“Well hi'URK!HMK! this was un-NGK’M!-unexpec-HICKULK!-ted…HULP!-uh,” Dorian expressed, their hand steady on their chest.

“I-It's alright,” Tel stammered, blushing slightly, “you ok?”

“Mm-HMPK!-mm, yep–p,” Dorian nodded, smiling coyly, “how hup'm! abo-HAULGK!-out you? huckUH!HU'ULP!-uh…HUP!-mm…HIP!HICKOLP!-grrup, whew, ‘scu–use me.”

Tele.machus shivered, “oh boy…um, I-I'll be alright.” He lowered his voice, “you're so freaking hot right now-well, you're always hot, but you're particularly hotter right now.” He blushed profusely and sipped on his iced tea.

Dorian winked, “well HULKuh!hup!ULP!-uh, if thi-HIMPK!-s gets me bo-huckuh!‐uff, bonus hup!-H'KULP!-oof, bonus points o—on this date, then-ngk! they're he-HEEK!-here to st–ay.” Then they glanced at Tele.machus, “unless-”

“I'm fine, promise,” Tele.machus brushed his hair back with his fingers, “and please don't think you have to keep them for me. You can cure them anytime they get annoying to you.”

“Of co-huck!-gmrp! pardon, of cour-hrk!HURK'L!-course,” Dorian promised him, smiling through a silent hiccup that knocked their head back.

Tele.machus didn't know how he was going to survive this, but he was going to try, “alright, so, uh, before we get distracted again, and knowing me, distraction is my middle name, alongside procrastination, um…wanna start off our icebreaker game?”

“Oh! Yeah hippuh!,” Dorian danced in their seat, Tele.machus finding them adorable. “Okay HIGguh! first ques–guh!-ooh, fir-hrk!-first question. HU'UUP! What’s yo–ur favori-HICK!-ite pa-HAUK!ULK!-uff part of the day an-ng'KULP!-d why? hmp!-pff”

Tele.machus quirked an eyebrow, “that's your first question?”

“Whaaa–at? I'm curi-HIK!-ous,” Dorian chuckled softly, prompting a quick, “HILK!HUP!HUCKOLK!-urp! pardon.”

Tele.machus chuckled, biting his lip at that cluster, “a-alright then…I love it when the sun sets and the clouds and sky turn into a beautiful combination of colors. They make for beautiful pictures.”

“Ooh, sam-HMMK! except I like hulp!HU'UCK!-uh, the sunrise bec–UCK!-cause of the bir-HURKuck!hrk'l!-birds chirp-INGK!HIGK!-HIUP!-chirping,” Dorian explained.

“Aww, yeah, that makes sense,” Tel smiled, “though, I can never get up early enough to witness it. Even through my sleepless nights, heh.”

“Sle-heek!-epless n-NGK!NNK!-nights?” Dorian tilted their head.

“Yeah, or I guess earlier wake-ups would be more accurate,” he shrugged, “2 am, 3 am, 4 if I'm lucky.”

“Jee-HEEP!-eez,” Dorian frowned, “have you hu'ULP!-uh tried melato-HOLK!olp!-tonin?”

“I have, but it doesn't really help much.”

“Dam-MMK! that su-HUCK!-s, man,” Dorian sipped some more of his sparkling water, their stomach bouncing out with a strong muffled hiccup at the action. “Your HU'UULP! turn.”

They patted their chest as it jolted twice with more deep muffled hiccups.

Tele.machus blinked, slowly processing that it was his turn to ask a question. “Oh, uh, shoot, sorry. Um…when you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?”

“It's okay HUP!-HIK! I kn–ow I'm di-HICK'IP!-distract-INGK! right now,” Dorian winked teasingly, to which Tele.machus blushed. They continued, “but hmm-HM'MK! honestly? I HI'ULP! wan-NGK!-mm, want–ed to be a sur-HURK!URK!-fer.”

Tel chuckled, “Oh my gosh, seriously?”

“Wha-HUCK!-at's so fun-nk'GUP!-funny about tha–t?” Dorian tilted their head curiously, his chin tucking in at another silent spasm.

“I dunno…it was just so…unexpected,” he chuckled more before calming down, “to be fair, though, I was a little all over the place as a kid…it changed constantly from a vet to a teacher to an actor to an astronaut, everything! Guess that's why I'm an undecided student right now…” He slumped a bit, scratching the side of his neck.

“Hey HULP!-uh,” Dorian said softly, moving their hand to caress his cheek, “don't HNGKUP!ULK!-ourp! ‘scuse me hup! don't wor-HRK'L!-oof worry about that huckuh!HU'UCK! I know your cal-hi'ILK!-calling will com-hmgmp! to you himpk!-uh HUMPK!-uhh HI’UH!-fuck…HUCKOLK!”

Tele.machus looked at them with concern on his face. “You doing okay? Those sound rough…” He checked in, slightly pushing his tea towards them.

Dorian pushed the drink away and waved him off, “I'm alr-HURKULK!-right. Pro-HOCK!-omise I'll cu—ure in a bit, I'm HM'MK!HMMK!-mmf, sti-hickUCK!-still goo-uck!-good.”

Tele.machus nodded, “alright, just checking in.”

“I appre-HEEK!ULP!-appreciate HICK!UP'K!-uh you hu'ULP!” Dorian smiled, “no—ow, my next que-hip!IC!HIUP!-uh, question is…wha–t's a s-HIMPK!-ple pleasur-HURK!-e that al–UP!-ways makes you sm-MK!HMMK!-smile, no matter HERKULK! how your day hip'k! is going?”

Tel watched as Dorian rubbed their chest comfortingly. He replied, “um, a baby's laughter always cheers me up. I dunno, just hearing that innocent laughing to the simplest things just warms my heart.”

“Awww, hickup!HULP!-uh, that's really HIUP!ULP! sweet, and vali-ip'k!-valid,” Dorian smiled, “for m-mkGMP!-me, I en-ngk!-joy those re-heek!ULK!hulgk!-really cool dan—ce videos. Like tho-holp!HOLK!-those groups in pu-HUCK!HU'UCK!‐public?”

“Oh yeah! I know what you're talking about,” Tele.machus lit up and nodded, “yeah, they are super cool to watch! I bet it took so much time to rehearse and learn all the dance moves. Y'know, I used to be in theater and I would have to learn SO much choreography! It was crazy, haha!”

Dorian's brows raised in surprise, “you– were i-HICK!IC!IP!HUOP!-ngh, in the-HEEKulk!ULP!-guh, theater?”

“Yeah, in high school,” Tele.machus told him, “though, throughout time, I've kinda enjoyed watching performances rather than being in them…but I don't know, maybe I'll get back into it at some point.”

“I-hi’ULK! thi-nkGUP!-uff, think-hingk! there's a the—eater clu-HUCKulp!ulk!HUP!-uh-HIMPK!” Dorian patted their chest a few times before continuing, “theater HRK!HERK!-uh club on cam-mgk!GMP!-campus.”

Tele.machus nodded, “yeah, I was actually considering joining, but…I dunno yet. I'll see how I feel after my intro to theater class.”

“Un-NK'olp!hnglk'UP!-und-ERK!-stand–able-hulk'ULK!-grrrup!-heekolk!-oof, ‘scuse HIP!-HI'UP! me,” Dorian covered his mouth with a fist at the burp.

“All good,” Tel reassured them, crossing his legs in an attempt to stay calm. “Um, my turn to ask, right?” At Dorian's nod, he continued, “ok, so…what do you love to do in your free time?”

“Hmm-MMK! I…well-hlk!, I li—like to play vi-HICK!HI'IP!-video HUP! gam—mes, watch gam–UP!-gamers, and…” they lowered their voice, “try t—to induce HUCKulk!UP!, not li–ke it's har-HURK!-ard HUP'K!...clearly.”

Tel blushed, envisioning Dorian just sitting in the dorms just giving himself the hiccups. Was it always a bubbly drink? Was there a specific method? A ritual? Did it always work or were there times the hiccups would play hard to get? He wondered if they'd let him watch someday…though, he was a little too nervous to ask.

Dorian smirked, seeming to read through the silence, “I'd lo—ove to in-ngk!-duce for y-HYULP!-you some-MP!MMPK!‐uh, someday heekup!-huckOLP!-HU'UP!-grrulp! Whew, sor-hrgk!-sorry, ge-heek!IC!-ez!”

Tele.machus blushed even more, covering his face, stammering, “hhhh-how did you know?”

Dorian shrugged, “lu-huck!-y gue–ess.” Their chin tucked in with a few silent hiccups before he smiled at Tel, “You sti-hi’ICK!-still ok—kay? HM'MP!”

Tel nodded quickly, “hanging in there…they're not bothering you? Or hurting you?”

Dorian shook their head, “n-ngmp!-no, tho-HOLP!-ugh they ar-HRK!KMP! stay-hingk! a bit long—ger than I'm us—sed to.”

“They don't seem to plan on stopping anytime soon either,” Tele.machus noted. “But, um…guess I'll answer too…I enjoy cooking, listening to music–particularly showtunes–and rewatching shows I've watched before instead of new ones I'm interested in…I dunno, it's weird, hehe.”

“Not hock! weird, ju-hup!-st you,” Dorian winked before wincing slightly at a deep silent cluster. “Ok—kay, I thi-HIP!HINGK!-think I'll as—k the n-HNGKUH!HUH!-next question then-ngk'l! hold my bre-HEP!-eath for a bi-HICK'IT!HI'UP!-uh, bit.”

“Alright,” Tele.machus grabbed their hand again and gently squeezed it.

“Hmm-MPK!, oh, he—ere's a goo-HOOKULP!-good one,” Dorian nodded approvingly to himself, “what’s—s the wor-hrk'm!HURK!-ourrp!-uh, ‘scuse m-MK!-me…worst date you’ve ev-ERK! been on, an-NK!HINGK'ULP!-and why? HIP!”

Dorian then proceeded to suck in some air and held it in puffed out cheeks.

“Oh, easily Melissa Norris,” Tele.machus scowled at just saying her name, “it was in the 11th grade, or was it 10th…I'm not sure, but things were going well until I'd told her that I was trans. She caused this whole scene, screaming about biology and other transphobic crap. The people around us didn't help, no one stuck up for me, just watched the drama unfold. I think I even saw some people recording the whole thing? I was so embarrassed about it, so I just left. Funny enough, a few days later, I received a coupon for the restaurant to return, but after that fiasco, I never went back there. They didn't deserve my money.”

Dorian released his breath at the end of the story, “man, what a bitch!”

“I know right?” Tele.machus chuckled slightly, “I never saw her again, either, so guess she moved schools, which is good riddance anyway.”

“Glad she didn't stick around, cuz I would've found her and given her a taste of her own medicine,” Dorian promised him.

“Your, um…h-hiccups are gone,” Tele.machus notified unnecessarily.

“Yeah, only for a moment, though,” Dorian shrugged, “You know how my hiccups operate. But it's nice to have a breather for a bit.”

They took a cleansing deep breath. Then noticed Tele.machus looking down a little guilty. They squeezed his hand, lowering their voice, “hey, it's not your fault for my hiccups, okay? I enjoy them too, remember?”

“Yeah, I know,” he replied meekly, looking away. “You sure you're okay?”

“Positive, sweets,” Dorian smiled at him, “now, let me tell you about my worst date ever.”

Tel giggled and nodded, looking at Dorian as if they were his everything.

“Okay, so mine was Nicholas Jones,” Dorian told him, “10th grade, the most boring date I've ever been on. He barely said anything, just sat there. And whenever I would try to ask a question, he'd respond with a nod, shake of his head, or a shrug. It was so dull, I wanted to pull my hair out! I literally learned nothing about this boy except to never go on another date with him.”

“Maybe he was just nervous and froze on the spot,” Tele.machus sympathized, “I mean, you are incredibly sexy, Dorian. It's an honor to even be in your presence.”

Dorian snorted, “Oh please.”

“I mean it,” Tel winked with a smirk.

“N-next question,” they stammered, a blush dusting his cheeks.

“Aww, alright, hmm…” Tele.machus thought for a bit.

As he was thinking, their waiter finally returned with all of their food, set everything on the table, then left without a word. Dorian mumbled about how this waiter wouldn't be getting a tip. The two of them inspected the food to make sure it wasn't tampered with. They grabbed their utensils and shared some of everything.

“Okay, my question for you is, who would you want to have dinner with, dead or alive?” Tele.machus asked just as he bit into the shrimp risotto.

“Ooh, probably Ollie Golden, I love his music,” Dorian smiled and sang a bit of one of his songs. “Either him or my favorite video game designer. How about you?” They placed a forkful of salmon in their mouth.

“Well, I don't really know if he's dead or alive, but…I'd like to have dinner with my dad so I can meet him,” Tel admitted.

“Awww,” Dorian pouted, “I wish there was a way you could.”

“Me too,” Tele.machus sighed, slumping slightly. “But, um…your turn.”

“Right, okay, um…oh! If you could travel anywhere without money being an issue, where would you go and why?” Dorian asked curiously.

“Oh, easily Ithaca, Greece because that's where I'm originally from,” Tel told them, taking a chicken tender and biting into it before continuing, “plus, I'm curious about the food.”

“You're from Greece?” Dorian gasped. “How the heck did you get here?”

“Mom says I was born there, but she and dad moved here pretty soon afterwards,” Tele.machus admitted.

“Wow, I would've never guessed,” Dorian moved to take a sip of their sparkling water before abandoning it, thinking that'd be a bad idea, “um, for me, I'd probably go to Paris because I want to taste all of the food, and see the eiffel tower I guess.”

“Oooh, that would be a nice vacation,” Tele.machus smiled before trying the salmon and humming. “Okay, hmmm…curious, what’s the weirdest food you've ever tasted?”

“Oh my gosh, Ramen noodles without the flavoring, -10/10, definitely don't recommend,” Dorian stuck his tongue out in disgust.

“The impulsive thoughts won that day, huh?” Tele.machus chuckled.

Dorian scratched the back of his neck, “yeah, unfortunately. Then, to try to make it taste better, I tried adding cream cheese!”

Tel's eyes widened and almost choked on his bite of salmon, “what?! For real?”

Dorian nodded and laughed, “yeah, I don't know what was going through my head that day.” They snorted before tasting the risotto. “What about you?”

“Oh gosh, no…it's really weird,” Tele.machus pushed his hair back.

“I would never judge you, sweetheart,” Dorian promised him.

“Okay…” he took a deep breath before revealing, “I had avocado toast with mayonnaise…”

Dorian's brows raised, “mayonnaise?”

“Yeah…0/10 don't recommend,” Tel shook his head.

“I bet,” Dorian cringed, “I mean, I don't like avocados either, so…none of that sounds appetizing.”

“Really? I mean, I guess it's an acquired taste,” Tel shrugged. “Anyway, it's your turn.” He sipped his iced tea.

“Right, hmm…who’s your oldest friend, and what do you love about them?” Dorian asked intrigued.

“Oh, his name's Keenan,” Tele.machus remembered, “but he moved away when we started middle school. We still kinda keep in touch through texts and phone calls. I love his everlasting kindness and ability to see the good parts in everybody. I should probably text him at some point…I miss him a lot. He also helped me learn more about myself…I hope he's doing alright…uh, what about you? Mr. Charisma must have a close friend they care deeply about.”

“Haha, so funny,” Dorian shook their head amusedly, “but I didn't really make any friendships that lasted, surprisingly.”

“Really?” Tele.machus’ brows raised in surprise.

“Yep!” Dorian shrugged and swallowed their bite of risotto, already feeling their hiccups trying to return. Patting his chest, they continued with the next question, “What’s a skill you wish you had?”

“Wait, wasn't it my turn?” Tele.machus furrowed his brows.

“Shit, you're right, my bad,” Dorian facepalmed.

“Don't worry, I'm not upset, just pointing it out,” Tel winked, biting into his chicken tender, “but as for your question, decisiveness.”

“That was a very decisive answer,” Dorian smirked teasingly.

“Shut up,” the other blushed.

Dorian chuckled at the response before they were interrupted by a, “heheh-ICK!HICKUCK!-uh, heh-HIP!HIUP!-uh, shi-HICK!-it.”

Tele.machus dragged a hand down his face, “that was fast…”

“Yeah, hup!ic'KOLP!HU'UCK!-uh,” Dorian patted their chest, “an–HNK!-and with a ven-ngkULP!HULP!HIUP!-vengen-hingkuck!HU'UULK!-uh…HOUP! vengeance! HICKOLK!hickolp!HU'ULP!-ugh hipuh!”

Tel bit his lip at the display. He watched as their whole body jolted, exaggerated with every spasm as if it were a bouncy ball.

“Wanna answer the question too?” He squeaked.

“Oh y-HYULP!-yeah,” Dorian nodded, “cook-HINK!-ing, I can't coo-HOOK!H'KLP!-ook to sa–ave my li-HAUGLK!ICK!‐life, heh-HICK!HUP!-whew!”

“Really?” Tele.machus raised his eyebrows. “I can teach you sometime.”

“Se-HEEKULK!-eriously?” Dorian's eyes lit up. “That'd be aw-HAULK!UP!-some! Tha-NK!HNGKULP!HULK!-uh, thanks!”

“Of course,” Tel smiled, “now my next question, well, it's not really a question per se, but share a fun fact about yourself that most people don't know.”

“Oh, tha-HACK!-that's ea-HEEKull!-easy!” Dorian smirked and lowered their voice, “I l–like hicc-UP!-s.”

Tele.machus rolled his eyes amusedly, “me too, but something I don't know.”

“I kn-nkmp!-know,” they winked before thinking a bit, “ok—ay, watch thi-HICK!ICK!HULP!-ourp!-uh, ‘scuse me heekULP!”

They looked at their sparkling water and focused on it, lifting a drop of the liquid. Tele.machus watched intrigued. “You have water powers? That is so cool, dude!”

Dorian smiled and dropped the liquid into their mouth, swallowing it with a hiccup-burp combo. They bowed at the end of their performance.

“Tha-nk! you,” Dorian smiled, “wha-UCK!-uff, what ab–bout yo-hook'lp!-you?”

“Well…I can burp the entire alphabet,” Tele.machus confessed.

“What? HUCK!” Dorian's eyes widened.

“Yep, I discovered it while I was trying to trigger my, um, h-hiccups one day,” Tele.machus explained before he took a forkful of salmon.

“You go–HOCK!‐gotta show m-hmk!MPK!HIMPK'M!-me when we ge-HEULP!-uh home.” They rubbed their chest a bit winded. Before Tel could ask, they gave him a thumbs up, notifying that they were alright.

The waiter came over, looking quite pleased with himself, “I'm sorry sirs, but we have been receiving too many complaints from this table, so we must ask you to leave.”

“What?” Tele.machus looked at him confused.

“N-nkUP!-none of us are lea-hick!HEEK!-uh HUMPK! leaving,” Dorian crossed their arms.

“I'll get security to make you go,” the waiter smirked.

“Can we at least get containers for our food?” Tele.machus asked.

“Is this HULP!HIP! because o–of my HICK!-cups?” Dorian raised an eyebrow at him, “cuz I c-HICKulk!‐can't con-nk!nk!HNGK!-uh HUCKULK!HU'UCK!HUOP!-oof…HUP! can't contro–ol that.”

The waiter walked away again without a word. Tele.machus looked at Dorian confused before looking around. He saw plenty of people just minding their business. So it just had to be the waiter, right?

“Tel-ULKGMP!-el?” Dorian tilted his head.

Tele.machus stood up and took Dorian's hand, “forget the containers, let's just go.”

Dorian nodded and grabbed their jacket and roses before following Tele.machus out of the dining area and out the door. Dorian stayed quiet, well, as quiet as they could be with the hiccups that shook them every few seconds.

Tele.machus had taken a rideshare service to the restaurant, so Dorian led him to their car. Unlocking the doors, they opened the passenger door for Tel, waiting patiently for him to get in before closing it and heading to the driver's side. They got inside and started the car.

“I'm-”

“Don't you dare apologize for those beautiful sounds you're making,” Tele.machus turned to them, a serious look on his face.

“Bu-huck!-”

“That guy was an asshole,” Tele.machus continued, “but he's not going to ruin our date night. Besides, we both saved money by eating and not waiting for that check cuz he wanted us gone so badly.”

Dorian gasped incredulously, “Telem-hmgmk!-ourrp!-uh, ‘scuse me…Tele.machus La-HAUK!-Last Name…did you jus-huckgmm!-just…swear?”

“Wha-? Oh my gosh!” Tele.machus covered his face, “he was, though!”

“Oh, to–otally agree–e,” Dorian patted their chest.

Tele.machus chuckled before looking at Dorian again, “how about we head to the dorm, order Chinese, and watch a movie and cuddle?”

“That sounds li–ike a lovely ide-heek!-a,” Dorian smiled at him before driving off.

“It's funny,” Tel laughed slightly, “we were gonna get kicked out by h-hiccups,” he cleared his throat at his stammer, “and now they decided to quiet down.”

Dorian chuckled a bit, “heh-hick! yeah, and slo–owed down too…I think h'ingk! they're trying to go a-whick!-away now.”

“But they just came back,” Tele.machus said confused. “And they seemed so powerful before.”

“Yeah, my re-heek!-peat cases from cur-hrk!-ing don't last long,” Dorian shrugged, turning the corner, “my theory is hip!-uh that since they ended prematurely, the hick!-ups are just finishing up the rest of their hi'ulp!hip!hi'ilp!-grmp! sorry, excuse me, the rest of their case.”

“Huh…interesting,” Tel hummed, “do you ever have repeat cases without having cured them before?”

“Mmm…I hickulk! I'm not sure,” Dorian said after thinking a moment, “that'd be really cool tho-holp!-ough. I mean, I think hiup! when I induce over and over again, but I do–on't think it happ-hickip!-ens naturally.”

“They really seem to be lingering,” Tele.machus smiled, “think they'll last long enough for our cuddles?”

“Doubt h'gup! it,” Dorian shrugged, “but we'll see. There's a first for everything. Hugguh!-uh, I don't know, they are still ki–inda strong. You wanna feel ‘em now before they're go–one?”

Tele.machus bit his lip, looking out the window, “kinda…if it's okay.”

“Of course, Tel-hlk!ulk!-ly, I wouldn't have offered if it wasn-ngk!-n't,” Dorian smiled.

They took Tele.machus’ hand and placed it on their chest. Tel almost melted just at the feeling of their pecs.

Dorian noticed and chuckled softly, “you like what you feel?”

“What is your workout plan because holy crap,” Tele.machus shuddered slightly.

“Not much really,” Dorian shrugged before explaining their workout routine.

“‘Not much’ they say and then explains a multi-step plan,” Tel muttered.

Dorian laughed openly at that, “what? I mean…okay, maybe it's not much for me…”

“That is so much. Are you tryna be a bodybuilder or something?” Tel tilted his head.

“No, unless-”

“No, don't change for me, you're perfect the way you are,” Tel patted their chest, “also, your h-hiccups are gone again.”

Dorian parked at the student dorm parking lot and turned to Tele.machus, “you're so sweet, Tele.machus…and adorable. And of course they go away right when we get here…probably for the best. Give the ole diaphragm a break.” He gently patted where his diaphragm was located, “good work tonight. You really saved this date.”

Tele.machus snorted, and lay his head on their shoulder while laughing, “oh my gosh!”

Dorian chuckled along, their head on top of Tel's. The two of them just sat there, laughing with each other until tears fell from their eyes. Once they both calmed down, they looked at each other, smiles on both their faces.

“Hey,” Dorian whispered.

“Hey,” Tele.machus repeated with a little giggle.

“So…despite us getting kicked out by a homophobic asshole, was this a good first date?” Dorian asked curiously but also a little nervously.

Tele.machus smiled, “does this answer your question?”

Dorian tilted their head confusedly before Tel held their cheeks and gently pulled them in for a soft and meaningful kiss. Dorian smiled into the kiss and happily reciprocated. They both felt their hearts fluttering and a spark like fireworks in their souls.

They released after a moment, staring at each other for a bit before going back in for another passionate kiss. They kissed in the front seats of Dorian’s car for quite a while, losing track of time.

Once the lovebirds had enough of their make out session, they smiled at each other.

“I guess that means the date was pretty decent,” Dorian chuckled and kissed Tele.machus’ cheek.

Tele.machus snorted, “all of that and that's the takeaway?” He kissed their forehead.

“Alright, on a scale of 1 to 10-”

“Oh my gosh, no,” Tele.machus stopped him with another laugh.

Dorian smiled at him and stroked his hair, “I like you, Tele.machus…like…really like you.”

“Glad the feeling's mutual,” Tel smiled back at him, “now what movie are we watching?”

Dorian chuckled, “First, we've gotta figure out which Chinese food place to order from.”

“Well, we could always get that place we always order from,” Tele.machus suggested as he got out of the car.

“You genius,” Dorian cheered and followed suit.

The two of them held hands as they walked back into the dorm building and towards their room. They ordered in, picked a movie, and spent the night together, continuing their questions game. Sometimes, fancy restaurants were overrated and all it took for a good time was good company.

Fin~

#minors dni #18+ mdni #minors do not interact #not safe for minors #hiccups #hiccups kink #hic fic #hicfic #hic fic ocs #telorian

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hiccupscloud-26 · 9 days ago

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THEY'RE DONE! OMG THEY'RE BOTH DONE!

*ahem* I had 2 WIPs that I wanted to get done before I headed on vacation. One is based on the Unofficial August Hicth Prompt (classroom/library) and because I had an additional idea, I had to write a background fic...I've had them both in the back burner for a minute (hehe, St@r Tr3k kinda took over for a bit, pfft-) but I pushed through and finished them both!

Now, just to upload them here, re-format, and post them both! I'm excited and really proud of how these both turned out :D

Anyway, here's to hoping I can get them out tomorrow🤞

#minors dni #18+ mdni #minors do not interact #not safe for minors #hiccups #hiccups kink #cloudsramblings #hic fic #hicfic

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Otto and Atticus: All Day Long Part 1

Breaking Otto's record one chapter at a time.

CW:

(The start of) long hiccups.

Loud, hard, and fast hiccups.

Intentionally not curing hiccups.

Explicit content.

Genital mention.

Masturbation and humping.

Waking up with hiccups.

Waking up aroused.

Mild discomfort and pain from hiccups.

Otto getting aroused from hiccuping.

Mention of past experience getting aroused from hiccuping.

Orgasm.

Body hair.

Lots of horniness.

I promise there will be comfort during and after this torture!!

Otto woke at nearly the same time every morning. Today was no different. His internal clock was nearly as reliable as the ones hanging on his wall and sitting tall in the hallway downstairs.

The clockmaker stretched, his elbows and shoulders giving a stiff crackle as his tendons pulled them taut before relaxing with a sigh at the end of a lung expanding yawn.

Atticus remained asleep beside him, their body having adapted to the normalcy of Otto stirring at 6am, a time far too early for their circadian rhythm to resonate. Still, Otto kept his motions as subtle as he could while glancing toward the small figure curled onto the side next to him.

He did give a hearty sniff and swallow at the morning ritual of post-nasal drip choreography that’d gotten a little more pronounced lately. But immediately after the action his body jerked, air pulling into his tightly sealed throat causing his head to knock back. In a microsecond he wondered if it was a single when another jerk confirmed it wasn’t.

Otto splayed a hand on his chest reflexively. He was shirtless, summer making the air thick even with the AC running. He looked down to watch his stomach push out, jiggling over the sheet at his lap that had fallen as he’d sat up. He placed his hand further down to feel the force of his stomach’s actions. He blinked his still glossy, but far more alert, eyes as he continued to ride through the powerful hiccups.

The bed was trembling with the convulsions as he tried to decide what to do. Sounds were creaking out of his throat despite his best efforts to suppress them. This was, he decided as he measured his breathing between the rapidness of the spasms, a really good case. It would be a shame for Atticus to miss them.

Otto’s nose breathed audibly between the hiccups, his sinuses struggling with his seasonal allergies making the breaths not quite whistling but still loud and a little crackling. The loudness of his breath made every hiccup even more obvious when that breath arrested. He sniffed again causing a back-to-back double to jerk him so much that he gave a grunt in surprise. Atticus shifted under their sheets.

It’d been a couple weeks since he’d had a strong case like this. Chances were good this was the start of a day-long occurrence with them starting so early in the morning. So, there would be plenty of time for Atty to hear them. Plenty of time for both of them to appreciate his hiccups. Still…

Otto looked down as he felt pressure at his lap. His whole body continued to convulse as he squirmed a little while considering his next action. The pressure built. He grunted again. Atticus sighed beside him as they held their pillow closer to their head.

The clockmaker wasn’t quite sure if it was his hiccups that encouraged arousal or the connection to his hiccups and Atticus’ arousal. Regardless, ever since he’d learned and participated in Atticus’ fetish, having hiccups had become a very different experience. And once, during one of those times when Atticus had been away over an extended period, he had even found himself so aroused that he actually managed to get off without Atticus there after filming himself for his partner to see later.

His hiccups, which had never bothered him throughout his life (save not wanting to annoy other people with them or frustration at the attention given from people who wanted to cure them), now enticed a part of his libido he never knew existed. So, as the hiccups continued smacking into his throat and pulling into his ribs and pushing out his stomach, he had a few options.

1) He could get up and try to get on with his day.

2) He could get up and get himself off in the bathroom downstairs.

or…

3) He could...hiccup louder and see what happened.

It was so early but...his erection was starting to take morning wood to a new level. There was no way he was just going to be able to wait this out. He’d have to do something. Plus, holding the hiccups in was becoming uncomfortable. Atticus wouldn’t want him to be uncomfortable. Right? He gulped another cluster of hiccups before taking in another breath, the squeaks in the back of his throat being impossible to shutter completely.

At first Atticus didn’t know why they’d woken up. As they opened their eyes a crack their lids were heavy, weighted down with the realization of how early it felt. They groaned and closed their eyes again, lids happy to oblige the act. But as they shifted their legs, thighs rubbing against each other, they twitched. Between their legs felt swollen and sensitive and they gasped a little. It was then that the world started to fill in and their senses started, begrudgingly at first, defining the aural stimulus.

HUP!-H’UCK!...Hmf!Hrmk!H’ulp!...Hilp!Hip!-Hnk!-Huh!-Hmp’uh!-Huh’UH!

Atticus shuffled their arms at their sheets as their eyes widened of their own accord, heavy lids shoved up when they felt their blood start rushing enthusiastically and their heart fluttering in their ears. They gasped a little as they fumbled for their glasses on the side table and shoved them on before turning toward Otto’s direction on a propped up elbow.

Otto was reclined next to them. He was shirtless, as he’d gone to sleep (as they had both gone to sleep), and the sheets had been pushed off his entire body exposing his boxers (which were straining against a very visible erection). The boxers, Atticus’ fuzzy hormone-flooded brain identified, were one of a pair they’d gifted him for Christmas one year. They had whales on them. Sperm whales.

But that musing lasted only a second before Atticus’ eyes were locked on Otto’s pooching belly, an aura of fuzzy hair outlining its soft curve as it jiggled in quick jolts over the waistband of those shorts. The writer’s eyes slowly scanned their husband’s abdomen as it caved in near his solar plexus. His chest above his pecs dipped and the cords of his neck exposed as the area above his clavicle sucked in rapidly at the next cluster. When Atticus finally locked eyes with Otto, they were too aroused to be annoyed at the look of smugness as he blinked lazily in their direction. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t just as aroused as they were, after all.

“G’mo-Erk!-morn-Hingk!-uh-Hic’ULP!-mm,” Otto said as he put a hand atop his bellybutton.

“What-did you-” Atticus stuttered and cleared their throat as their voice aborted with both the tightness of arousal and natural hoarseness of the morning. “Did you...hold your breath or something or…”

Otto’s hiccups were so forceful and fast that Atty had a hard time both waking up and focusing on anything but his body’s movement and their accompanying sounds.

He shook his head. A hiccup snorted through his nose and he coughed a little, hiccuped a few times as he held a hand to his chest and took a bigger breath when allowed to clear his throat with a more effective cough.

“Sc-Hoop!-se me! Higgup!-Herp!-uh, th—ey started li—like thi-Hip!-s,” Otto explained. He let out a couple of loud double-syllable hiccups and moaned a little, head lolling back on the pillows he’d propped against the headboard.

Atticus rubbed the heel of their hand against one eye under their glasses as they blinked furiously to clear sleep from it. This was so fucking hot.

“Holy shit,” Atty said with zero filter.

Otto gave a soft chuckle.

“You u-Hup!for an—ything? Hu’uck!HNK’uh! Mm, so—rry it-Ungk!-uh, kind—a har-Erp!-ard to Hmgk!Mlp!Huh!Hlgnk!-uh, to t—alk!” Otto said as he rubbed his chest with a lazy grin. “But Huh’uh! I Huh’UH! ca—can try if-Hic! if yo—ou want!”

Atticus had sidled next to Otto and was now pressed near him on their side. Otto brought his arm down their back and pulled them even closer, their shiver causing him to do the same for the same reason. They both giggled a little, Otto’s ending in an enthusiastic croaking hiccup that sent a moan through the writer.

“Only if...if it’s not too difficult or uncomfortable,” Atticus finally answered, voice sitting at the lowest levels of their range, rumbling in their chest. They allowed themselves to jerk a little with each of Otto’s spasms, being nudged by the movements of his body. They lay their small hand on the coarse hairs of Otto’s chest and trailed it down to the softer hairs of his stomach feeling the sharp contractions of his muscles shove the fat of his stomach into their palm.

“It—s not. Hug’lp! B—Uh! I’m so Huh!-horny r-Hip!-ri-Huck!Hngk!-Hu’ulp!-Hrk!Mgk!-mm, right n—now!” Otto admitted with a moan.

“Fuck,” Atticus said, “I am, too, man!”

“Do y-HNGK! wa-HRNGK!-nn—a ri-HIP’K!-ide? HI’URGK!HUCK!-UCK!-NGK!-HIH!” Otto said as he battled through the hiccups getting even sharper and louder, throwing his head back as air audibly gasped before each hiccup’s sound.

Atticus whined a little bit in desire as they shoved themselves out of their boxer briefs and crawled onto Otto’s body placing themselves right over the most active part of Otto’s belly. They were always a little nervous about putting their full weight on such a soft and sensitive area of his midsection, but he reassured them that it felt really good to feel both the weight of them and the heat and wetness of them.

The writer’s smaller body shuddered both with each of Otto’s strong, deep hiccups and with their immediately reactive nerves to the triggers of arousal. They let out a guttural moan ending in a higher pitch as they found their forehead pressed against the clockmaker’s pec, heat radiating between them both in almost suffocating amounts. Atticus hadn’t come, but the immediate thrill of sensation had nearly been too much as they gasped, hot air panting against Otto’s hot skin.

Otto could not only feel the wetness, but, even with how his belly was jerking, he could feel the pulsing of his partner’s genitals against the sensitive skin of his abdomen. It took a moment, but Atticus eventually started rubbing themselves against him. Perhaps they were acclimating themselves to the shock of stimulation. Sometimes it could be too much, and they had to slow down. Otto couldn’t exactly oblige the slowness in this regard. His diaphragm wasn’t something he could tame with a case like this. He laid one hand softly on the back of Atty’s head against the buzzed undercut of their hair, small prickles into his palm. The other hand he used on himself, finding the balance of his own sensitivity to pleasure sensations.

It wasn’t often the couple found themselves in a position to perform this act of intimacy as soon as they woke up. But each event was so memorable that those moments were far more prevalent in their recollections than the non-event, or even unpleasant, mornings.

Desperate, shuddering, croaking vocalizations were uttered before crescendoing with stuttered shivers, a whine, and grunts. Then they both caught their breath, raspy pants before calming down. And, of course, Otto still had the hiccups even after his climax. This case wasn’t to be felled by an orgasm, even one as body shaking as what he’d just experience.

“Nnyu-guh!” Atticus said as they jolted a little with another one of Otto’s hiccups, nerves still hot like a wire tugged from an electric guitar before the amp was turned off.

“You can say that again-Huggulp!-guh…” Otto muttered softly before swallowing which triggered another hiccup to gulp down causing him to burp a little at the air trapped inside his throat. “Scuse me H’mrgk!-ooh! Mm…”

“Mm,” Atticus vocalized, body finally starting to cool down from its stimulation. “They starting to hurt?”

They wouldn’t be surprised. They felt really deep throughout his body into their body, which was still sprawled against him. And they could feel the little air pockets popping in his chest and hear the clicks of his throat as the air bubbled up to release, sporadically attached to his hiccups.

“A little-Hngk’uh!” he admitted as he blew out air. He winced as another hiccup was suppressed behind closed lips automatically and groaned. “Think I’ve got-Hngk’UH!-mm, I’ve got some air and-H’yulp!-uh, and they’re really deep. Can y—ooh! Shh.” He took a moment to swallow and breathe out before the next hiccup rocked him. “Ugh, can you feel that H’mulgk!-guh, feel that slap or, um, like thu—ump?”

“Yeah,” Atticus said as they nodded against his shoulder. With every hiccup they felt something like an extra reverb in his chest. “Ooh, yeah. That feels like it hurts. Here, would it help if I got off?” They snorted. “I mean...dismounted. Obviously getting off has already been accomplished!”

Otto snorted, hiccuped, and whined a little with how that combination felt.

Atticus slid off Otto without waiting for a response. When they did, they saw Otto take a fuller breath and let it out with some relief.

“Actually yeah,” Otto said letting out a Hm’kuh!, “that’s a little better. So—sorry…”

“You don’t need to apologize. Are you kidding? That was...whew...one of the best mornings I’ve had in a while! Damn. Too damn early but...shoot. Wow,” Atticus babbled as they cuddled against him.

“Yeah, that was ama—,” Otto said, but closed his eyes as his body rocked silently with another hard hiccup, “amazing.” He rubbed his sternum.

“You wanna cure?” Atticus asked as they lent a hand as well to the act of comforting.

“Mm, no. Remember what Dor-Hulp!-Dorian said? When they ge-Uck’m!-uh, get them and cure th-Hup’k!-ey usually get them aga—ain,” Otto said. He waited through two quick silent hiccups that clicked in his throat. He grunted after. “I feel like it’s a so—olid hypothesis to test out-HUCK!-uh!”

“Maybe,” Atty said. “But usually when you get them first thing it’s an all-day event, bud.”

The writer didn’t say this unsympathetically. But there was a tone of matter-of-factness to it. They also sighed a little. They may have loved hiccups, but they knew how tired and sore it could be to have them over such a long period of time.

“True,” Otto conceded. “But I’m cur—curious if I let them run their co-Hulmpk!-run their course maybe they’ll be less someho-Hock’uck!-uh, less somehow.” He shrugged. “I dunno, let’s just s-Hip!-say it’s an experiment.”

Atticus laid against his chest through two more hiccups before they replied. They had gotten slower at least.

“Alright. Let’s experiment,” they said as they smiled up at Otto.

Otto took on a pleased expression, though it faltered at another hiccup making him wince a little.

“But I,” Atticus stated, “am going back to sleep. This 6am shit is unnatural!”

The clockmaker chuckled.

“Understo—stood!” he said.

#hiccups kink #hiccup kink #hiccups #18+ mdni #not safe for minors #otto and atticus #hic fic #hicfic #ottocus #hehe this is gonna be fun #dorian mention #cloudsreblogs

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