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“What do you want? What do you want with me, Schlatt?” Wilbur says, rowing the boat away from his best friend who's gone completely mad. He parks his boat on the side of a mountain, climbing out in case he needs to run away while the ram hybrid is slowly making his way closer to him.
Schlatt stops swimming, a predatory-like grin on his face. “I wanted to elope!”
That makes Wilbur pause for a moment, before he starts to laugh his ass off. “What do you mean you wanted to elope? I - since when were we getting married?”
“It uh - it said it in the contract, Wilbur. Yeah. Yeah, on the paper Conner and I wouldn’t show you? At the very end it says that I’m legally allowed to get married to whichever employee I want.” Schlatt says. “And that employee happened to be you.”
“Oh dear Notch, so you attempted to kidnap me so I can be your pretty little bride? Get marriage benefits - less taxes and auto insurance for this shitty boat?” He kicks the wooden boat, nearly falling onto his ass in the process.
“What can I say? I love my social security benefits.” The hybrids replies, coming out of the water and wringing his wet jacket out. Wilbur laughs again, making his way over to meet his best friend. “So, whaddya say, Will?”
“I’d think I’ll have to politely decline, sir .” The taller male steps into Schlatt’s personal space, arms folded over his chest.
Schlatt purrs at the nickname; practically inflating his ego. “Sir? I quite like that, your obedience is going to serve me well.”
“Uh…” Ty says, looking at the scene from a distance and rowing his boat backwards. “I’m just - I’m gonna go now.”
“No - wait -” Wilbur pulls up his coordinates, but Schlatt covers his mouth before he can utter a number.
“Oh no, loverboy, you’re not going anywhere. You and I? We’re going to get married.”
There was no way Wilbur was going to get married to that ram; so he bites his hand in a sudden act of defiance.
He takes that opportunity to bite his best friend's hand and scurry off to the safety of Ty’s boat, rowing as far away from Schlatt as possible. He ended up on an island and gathered up the courage to call him out on his scamming Schlatt Coin business - ignoring the fact that he had lost 98 diamonds to this man - and shamed him in front of the entire server. Even though Schlatt seemed to have taken his scolding pretty well, a fond smile on his face as there was sadness in his eyes as he was caught red handed.
Once the ‘graduation ceremony’ started, Schlatt stood in front of him. They spoke whispers to each other while they watched their friends fool around, the musician congratulating his friend on his figurine launch that did quite well.
[ me -> Jschlatt ] also im proud of your youtooz launch
[ Jschlatt -> me ] wanna kiss
Wilbur blushes furiously, glancing at Schlatt to try and figure out whether or not he’s serious, but the ram’s face is turned away from him.
[ me -> Jschlatt ] no.
[ Jschlatt -> me ] k
[ me -> Jschlatt ] dont want to give lunch club any free views
[ me -> Jschlatt ] off stream x
Schlatt goes off to bother Charlie right after. And now here he is, tightly curled against one of the wooden benches as the entire server makes an entire bit about their previous talent show, referencing every last line. Wilbur’s trying his hardest to keep his eyes open, pulling his jacket closer to his body to keep himself warm, fiddling with his fingers to keep himself preoccupied.
[ Jschlatt -> me ] you alright will?
Wilbur looks up at the manmade tree that sits right next to the stage, Schlatt is standing the stone platform built into it, seeing the businessman gazing down right back at him. Wilbur gives him a soft smile.
[ me -> Jschlatt ] ‘m fine, just a bit cold, you?
[ Jschlatt -> me ] im so tired
[ me -> Jschlatt ] why dont you sleep then
[ Jschlatt -> me ] d;o ;;yo. wwaw nwtt tto.o g.g.o to Bbed tooget. theer
The musician hides his face in his hands as he sees the message, feeling his face burn. He rolls his eyes, not bothering to respond. After a good twenty minutes, he gets another whisper.
[ Jschlatt -> me ] your turn
[ me -> Jschlatt ] to what?
[ Jschlatt -> me ] you finally replied. notch, thought you hated me or something.
[ me -> Jschlatt ] i could never hate you.
[ Jschlatt -> me ] what do you say we hangglide out of this loser emporium?
[ me -> Jschlatt ] do you have gliders?
[ Jschlatt -> me ] lets ditch this jive turkey farm
[ me -> Jschlatt ] how?
A stick hits the side of his head, and he glances at Schlatt, who's pointing backwards with his thumb. Wilbur looks around for anyone staring in his general direction, before leaving his seat and quickly sliding across the ice. He stands behind one of the glowstones, watching as Schlatt silently takes his leave and makes his way over to the musician.
“Where do you want to go?” Schlatt questions.
Wilbur shrugs. A cold breeze suddenly passes and he crosses his arms to preserve the bit of warmth he has left. “Anywhere away from here is fine.”
“Okay.” The ram shrugs off his own business jacket, placing it over Wilbur’s shoulders. “You look like you’ll freeze to death if we stay here another minute longer anyways.”
“I’m quite used to the cold, don’t worry about me.” Wilbur replies, but accepts the jacket anyways, buttoning the top one so it doesn’t fall off his lanky frame. Schlatt takes a good look at Wilbur before turning away and walking; it takes the musician a moment to realise their leaving the event and falls into step with the other male. They carefully tread across the ice, Schlatt touching a crafting table near the edge of the glacier to craft themselves a boat.
Pulling it out of his inventory, he carefully maneuvers it into the frigid water. Schlatt takes the front row seat and holds his hand out to Wilbur, inviting him to take the back space. Wilbur graciously accepts with a gentle yet radiating smile, gripping his hand tightly as he steps into the wooden boat and sits down.
Schlatt turns his head sideways to look at his passenger. “Mind wrapping your hands around my waist, sweetheart? Don’t want you falling out, after all.”
“I’m starting to think that the only reason why you tried to kidnap me earlier is because you just wanted to have a romantic boat ride with me. Just the two of us, away from everyone else.” Wilbur wraps his arms around Schlatt’s waist tightly, resting his head on the other male’s shoulder.
“Perhaps.” The ram shrugs, but with the way his tail is wiggling in excitement, they both know it’s true. “Don’t fall asleep on me.”
“I won’t.” Wilbur murmurs. He lets the gentle rowing wash away the thoughts from his mind, just focusing on the scent of the expensive cologne the businessmans wearing, the stars twinkling above to light up the sleeping land, the steady movement of the other male driving the wooden craft. Moments like these, between the two of them, seem to be rare nowadays, with Schlatt caught up in his club and Wilbur caught up in his music.
He missed those days where they would randomly drop into servers and go against drowning tides and rising hells, falling skies and swift enemies. They would always be dancing around each other's feelings; longing looks, lasting touches and lovey-dovey words. But never reaching out for the other just to confirm that what they were doing meant something - anything - more than just friends.
He wouldn’t mind staying in this moment with Schlatt for the rest of eternity. Maybe that’s just the sleep talking. Maybe not.
“Hey, I thought I told you not to fall asleep on me Will.” Schlatt quietly says.
Wilbur grips his best friend tighter. “I haven’t. Just vibing.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, that’s nice.”
“It is, isn’t it? Being with you, anytime, anywhere, even if it’s just in your presence; never fails to make me euphoric.” The editor tells him. It’s quite out of character, but he wants to tell him because who knows when they’ll ever get another moment like this.
Schlatt simply scoffs, fluffy ears twitching in joy. “Shut up man, don’t go all sappy and shit on me now.”
“Awww-” Wilbur coos. “Is the little ram not used to being shown affection?”
“Call me that again and I’m going to punch your pretty little face.” The businessman remarks.
The duo carefully park their boat in an abandoned docks that was meant for the mountain boys, but was never completed since everyone decided to do their own thing once Wilbur ran off to be a waitress for Conner. Schlatt leaves the boat first, holding out his hand yet again for Wilbur to exit with him. They begin to head up the mountain, the musician a few steps behind him because his legs have seemed to have fallen asleep on him.
He trips on a tree branch and nearly falls onto his face, promptly shooting Schlatt a glare when he laughs at him. “Oh, shut up you! It’s not like I’ve got the genes for this.”
Schlatt laughs harder. “Do you need me to carry you?”
“What? No - I don’t need you to carry me!”
“It’d be easier for the both of us, you look like you’re about to knock out at any given moment.”
“Because I’m tired!”
“I’m tired too, Will. It’s been a long day.”
“Besides, you couldn’t even pick me up if you tried -” The taller male totally does not let out a girlish scream as he’s swept off his feet, quickly latching his arms around Schlatt’s neck. He’s carried bridal style up the rest of the mountain, a soft blush dusting his cheeks as he feels the ram grip him as tightly as possible. Schlatt doesn’t let go until they’ve reached the house that rests on top of the hill - maneuvering Wilbur so that he can open the front door, kicking it shut with his foot - and heading up the stairs to the single bed that sits in the corner.
He places Wilbur on top of the soft velvet fabric like he’s some sort of dainty object, taking another good look before turning on his heel to leave.
“I’ll see you later, Will -”
Wilbur grabs Schlatt’s wrist. “Stay with me?”
Schlatt raises an eyebrow, ears perking up in interest. “You sure?”
“Yes.” The musician replies, and he feels like he’s never been more sure of anything in his life. “Yes, Schlatt, come sleep with me.”
“Prime, that sounds so creepy when you say it like that.” Schlatt chuckles.
Wilbur removes his clothing leaving him in only a shirt and boxers; while Schlatt takes off everything but his boxers and socks. They slip under the covers, and the businessman gathers up whatever courage he has to wrap his arms around the Soothouse member tightly. It shocks Wilbur, who stiffens underneath the sudden touch, but instantly melts from the intimate affection. He places his own hand over the ram's, interwining their fingers together.
Schlatt butts his head againist Will, who quietly laughs at the hybrid's animalistic way of showing affection. He turns around so that he can throw an arm over the Schlatt, staring into those pretty brown eyes with nothing but love and adoration. The ram butts his head into Wilbur's again, just to hear the wonderful tired little gigles he makes - before hiding the musician's face in the crook of his neck.
He wasn't trying to show Wilbur just how soft he made him feel. Not yet.
"Do you want to get married, Will?" Schlatt asks.
"Hm? Yeah, sure. Whatever you want." He blindly replies, snuggling his head on Schlatt's arm affectionately.
Schlatt's grins widely. "Shit - really? You better not take back your word, loverboy."
"Mhm...whatever you say Schlatt." Wilbur murmurs, already falling fast asleep in his warm embrace. "I love you."
Schlatt waits until Wilbur is completely asleep, before confessing his love as well. "I love you too."