requested by all you discord fucks i hate you
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Calvin awoke with a yawn and realized what day it was; your birthday. He grinned thinking about you and felt his own cheeks getting warm. Calvin hated when he blushed, he felt stupid and embarrassed, like he was a little kid. He rolled out of bed, making his way to the bathroom and brushing his teeth.



Knocking on the door, Calvin shuffled his feet on your front porch. Suddenly, the door creaked open and you appeared, still in your pajamas with your hair in a messy bun.
"Hey," you murmured, smiling.
"Well, hey there," Calvin replied, grinning. "Just roll out of bed, eh?"
You nodded, feeling the tips of your lips roll into a smile.
"Come on in, why don't you?" you asked. Calvin stepped inside awkwardly, brushing his shoes off on the mat and making his way to the couch. You shut the door, following him as well.

"Oh, and happy birthday, you lil scamp."

You were heading towards the kitchen to make him a drink when you heard this and spun around, blushing furiously.

"T-Thank you," you said, opening the fridge, grabbing him a glass of lemonade. Suddenly, you had the best idea ever. You and Calvin could surf! He could teach you to surf! You've always wanted to surf in CSGO, but have always been too nervous to ask Calvin for help.
Bringing the drinks back with you, you joined Calvin on the couch and turned on the TV.

"Hey, pinecone.. you wanna game a little bit? Maybe some CSGO? I w-wanna learn to surf!"

With that, you could see Calvin's eyes light up. You could tell he really loved that game, or simply gaming in general.

"Oh my god! Dude, no way! I'll fuckin' teach ya!"

"U-Um, follow me. The computer is in my room."

Calvin leapt up and followed you, smiling from ear to ear. You could practically hear his excitement from behind you. Wait.. what if you were really bad? Would he laugh? Would he make fun of you? You really hoped not. Finally arriving, you creaked open the door and lead him inside.

"Welcome! .. to the mess." you spat out awkwardly, looking your room over. Calvin giggled and sat down on the bed with you while you started up the PC. Only just now did you realize how close you were to him. You've really liked Calvin, since the day you've met him.. not that you've ever told him that or anything. He was smiling, watching everything start up on your computer. You could smell the faint scent of his cologne and loved it, basking in its freshness. You could feel your cheeks getting warmer and warmer and the room seeming to getting hotter by the second.

"Um, dude, you ready?"

You snapped back, nodding your head and opening Steam.
"S-Sorry!" you gasped, obviously flustered. As soon as the game launched, Calvin took it upon himself to go ahead and search a game himself for the both of you to play.
"Pff, you big nerd," you cackled, poking him playfully in the side. Right then, Calvin shrieked and stopped in his tracks, emitting the hugest, dorkiest smile I've ever seen from him.
"D-Don't!" he stuttered.

You were shocked and knew your cheeks were probably tomato red. That was the cutest fucking thing you'd ever seen Calvin do. He's ticklish?! No way. A devious smile appeared on your face and a light dusk of pink on his.
"Is someone.. ticklish, Calvin?" you asked, giggling.
"Um, n-no! I don't know what you're talking about!" Calvin replied shakily, crossing his arms over his chest and sides. You tackled him over onto the bed, sitting on top of his waist and straddling him. The bed was creaking and rattling around, but was drowned out by giggling and rustling.

"Don't t-tickle me," Calvin murmured, looking away and blushing. You couldn't help but smile, he was just being so cute. Calvin always acts like a tough guy, and here you just found out he was ticklish AND he's begging you not to tickle him when you're practically on top of him. Wasting no time whatsoever, you begin the attack on Calvin's belly, making him squeal then elapse into squeaks and giggles. He flailed around his arms in an attempt to escape even when he knows he can't. You couldn't believe you were here right now, tickling your biggest crush and the biggest star of YouTube. What an embarrassment. You found yourself tickling along his waistline, squeezing and scribbling your fingers all over as Calvin burst into cough-giggle fits and tried covering his face with his super long sleeves.
"Stahahap!" he managed to squeak out in between giggles. You shook your head. He might kill you after you were done, but this was too good an opportunity to pass up.
"P-Pleaaehehease! I'm-I'm beheheging youhoho!"
Slipping your hands under his shirt, you moved on up to his sides and Calvin immediately bucked his hips, giggle-squeaking. His skin was so smooth and his belly felt like baby skin. You didn't want or need a guy to have a six pack, you thought perky bellies were the best. You spidered your fingers all over, making Calvin spew out an entire new octave of laughs. You loved his laugh so much. The way it would sometimes turn into wheezes or even coughing. Made you feel all happy inside.
"Duhuhude!

He kept bucking his hips up and down again against you and your long nails made Calvin feel like he was going insane, like there was no escape and he was secretly enjoying every second of this. He was the cutest ever, but you decided you needed to give the poor guy a break. You eased down, giving yourself a better chance to look at the big grin on his face. By now, he'd slowed his breaths a little and was still giggling. "You lil' s-scamp," Calvin spat. His cheeks were glowing bright red and you could tell from miles away how embarrassed he was.

"Who would have known someone as tough as you was so ticklish?" you asked, giggling.
"Shut up. It's embarrassing, dude," Calvin replied.
You glanced over at him with a grin. "Hey, I love you."

"I love you too."