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They couldn’t even remember why the scuffle started. It could have been anything- Rigby had eaten the last of the pizza rolls he told Mordecai he could have, Mordecai won another round of whatever game they were playing and Rigby, as usual, was being a sore loser about it- it didn’t matter now. What mattered was one punch turned into another, and another, and another, and now Mordecai had Rigby pinned down on the couch and things were getting weird. Mordecai felt a hardening bulge beneath him and looked down, then at Rigby’s face in disgust.

“Dude!”

“I can’t help it! You’re in my lap, all rubbing on me and shit.”

Rigby felt the blooming of another hardening bulge against his own not long after that exchange and snickered. “Wait til I tell Eileen about this.”

Mordecai, mortified, kneed him in the thigh. “You better not!”

“Come on dude, this is like, her wet dream. She’s all into that yaoi stuff.”

“She’ll tell Margaret!”

Rigby rolled his eyes and groaned. “UGH, fine.”

They sat like that for a minute, unmoving, unsure of what to do next. Rigby, being the instigator that he is, slightly moved his hips and Mordecai couldn’t stop a quiet groan from escaping his lips. Rigby smirked.

“No one’s gonna be back til tomorrow, ya know.”

Mordecai, hands still gripped tight around Rigby’s wrists, glared down at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Okay, dude, I’m not saying we gotta take anything off, but…” he trailed, “maybe just like, rub against it some more. We’ll change into clean clothes when we’re done and then pretend it never happened. And I won’t tell Eileen. Just two bros helping each other out, or whatever.”

Mordecai just stared. There’s no way he’s serious right now, he thought to himself.

Rigby thrusted his hips upward with a bit more force than his last move and Mordecai grunted louder than last time.

“See? You like it.”

He smirked some more. “I bet you’ve already thought about it before, haven’t you Mordo?”

“Dude, shut up.” But Rigby had a point. He did like it. And maybe once or twice he’d considered bringing up making out with him when he was bored and they had nothing else to do. He let out a defeated sigh. “Alright, fine. But nothing comes off.”

Rigby didn’t hesitate. He began moving his hips, this time in a specific rhythm, and Mordecai moved his in turn until they found one that worked best for both of them. It took some adjusting; he had to part his thighs wider and sink lower into Rigby’s lap for the best source of friction. Both of them were now throbbing beneath their pants, Rigby’s breathing now slightly heavier and Mordecai biting his lip to prevent any more whimpers and moans from escaping because he knew Rigby would never let it go if he heard just how much Mordecai was into this.

“Can you, fuck, can you let go of my wrists now?”

“Nope.”

He leaned in and placed a rough kiss on Rigby’s lips, and, instinctually, Rigby parted his lips and stuck his tongue in Mordecai’s mouth. Mordecai sucked on Rigby’s lip and lightly bit, and then swirled his tongue against Rigby’s as their hips began to move faster. Rigby was the one making noise now, moaning into the kisses with each thrust, and it only made Mordecai even harder. He could already feel precum leaking from the tip of his dick.

Rigby broke from the kiss and trailed his tongue down Mordecai’s lips, his chin, and over toward his jaw, and he sucked and licked lower around Mordecai’s neck. Mordecai thrusted his hips even harder and didn’t even try to hold back the moans anymore. Rigby was skilled at this, at everything- talking him into shit he would totally never do, getting all the blood to rush from his head straight into the hard-on in his pants. Rigby’s hips thrusted upward at the same time he sucked a little extra hard at the sensitive spot where Mordecai’s shoulder and neck connected, and Mordecai let out another grunting moan as his dick twitched underneath the fabric of his boxers. Rigby sucked again, even harder this time, and then licked circles around the mark he’d left and back up Mordecai’s neck.

Mordecai let go of his wrists and grabbed on, then stood up, turned them around, and sat back down so now Rigby was the one straddling him. Rigby adjusted his position and they quickly picked back up right where they left off, thrusts and wet, tongue-heavy kisses getting more and more intense. Rigby grabbed onto the back of the couch for support and Mordecai shoved a hand under Rigby’s shirt and found a nipple. He pinched it lightly and rubbed circles over it with his thumb as they continued to thrust and makeout.

Rigby whimpered into his mouth. “Keep doing that, ngfh, I’m almost-”

Mordecai cut him off with another kiss, using his free hand to hold onto Rigby's head and keep Rigby’s mouth pressed to his, and they continued to move their hips together until Rigby came, the groan from his lips sending Mordecai over the edge next. They kissed through their orgasms until both were worn from the shockwaves and then Rigby hopped off Mordecai’s lap and slouched down next to him on the couch.

They sat for a moment catching their breath, both now sticky and warm beneath their zippers.

“Eileen’s gonna die when I tell her about this.”

Mordecai’s face went flush and he elbowed Rigby in the ribs. “You said you wouldn’t tell!”

Rigby laughed. “Relax, bro, I’m kidding. You’re so easy.”

Mordecai leaned back against the couch cushions and threw his arm over his eyes.

“We should do this again, though. For real.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Rigby snickered. “I’m sure you will.”

He hopped up and ran to get a new change of pants before Mordecai could elbow him again.

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Mordecai laid in bed staring at himself- or rather, the dark purple mark Rigby had left on him- in the front camera of his phone. Rigby laid on his mattress on the floor staring at him. He rolled his eyes and groaned.

“It’s not like you’re even dating Margaret, dude. Realistically, when is she gonna see it?”

Mordecai put his phone down on their shared nightstand and threw his head back onto his pillow, covering his eyes with his arm. “Yeah, but I have a whole game plan to get her mapped out, and now I gotta delay it until this thing goes away. By the time I can put it back in motion she might already have a new boyfriend.”

“When does she not have one? They’ll break up a week later and then boom, problem solved,” Rigby said. “You can swoop in and be her knight in shining armor when it happens,” he added, the snicker in his voice not hidden at all. Mordecai threw a pillow at him and ran a finger over the bruise.

Rigby caught the pillow and threw it back. “Besides, I didn’t hear any complaints when I put it there.”

He had him there; Mordecai not only didn’t complain, he rewarded it. With poorly muffled grunts and whimpers and an explorative hand up Rigby’s shirt.

“See, you’re not even denying it. Stop whining.”

Rigby crawled off of his mattress and sat at the edge of Mordecai’s bed, resting his chin on it. Mordecai peered down at him.

“Next time try not to do that, though. For real.”

Rigby’s face lit up and a devious grin crept across his face. “So you’re saying you wanna do it again?”

“I didn’t say that.”

Rigby crawled up onto the bed and over Mordecai, straddling his lap. “But you just said ‘next time’.” He trailed a finger over the exposed sliver of skin between Mordecai’s shirt and the waistband of his pajama bottoms. Mordecai shivered and slightly rolled his hips at the touch. Rigby trailed across again, moving his hips with Mordecai’s when they rolled a second time. Mordecai squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip as Rigby continued and he felt warmth beginning to pool in his belly and beneath his thighs again. Rigby was already hard and it was pressing into him, and with every roll of their hips he got harder and more desperate for friction, his breathing becoming shallow and little gasps now escaping from his lips.

“I think it looks good on you,” Rigby said, his fingers now brushing just below Mordecai’s waistband while his other hand grabbed onto Mordecai’s hip for balance. “Actually, I think you need more.”

Mordecai’s heart began to pound. He could at least hide the one he already had under his shirt collar- Rigby had been smart enough to leave that one low enough- but the more bruises that dotted his neck, the more likely one would end up visible. “No, seriously, you can’t do that.”

Rigby scooted back a little and leaned his head down until his chin was on Mordecai’s stomach. “I didn’t mean on your neck.” He licked a stripe along Mordecai’s hip bone and Mordecai tensed, his back arching as goosebumps began to bloom across his skin. Rigby licked again and sunk teeth into his hip, biting lightly and sucking, tongue swirling on the surface of Mordecai’s skin as he did so, until another dark purple mark had been made. “I meant here.”

He licked across the space just above the waistband of Mordecai’s pants until he found the hip on the other side and repeated the same thing he’d just done. Mordecai gasped and writhed slightly until Rigby let up on the suction and pulled back to admire his work. “And here.”

Rigby began licking and sucking across Mordecai’s lower abdomen, leaving a trail of little bruises and soft teeth marks as he did so. “And here too. But I mean if you want me to stop, then-”

“No!” Mordecai propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at Rigby, who was looking up at him with a smirk and an “I had no plans on actually stopping” face. Rigby slowly lowered his head and mouthed at the now solid, throbbing bulge under Mordecai’s pants, keeping their eyes locked onto each other as he did so. He brought his fingers to the edge of Mordecai’s pajama pants and boxers and slipped them under, pulling down until Mordecai’s boner sprang out. He licked up the length and wrapped his lips around the head, and Mordecai again squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered.

Rigby swirled his tongue over the slit and sucked lightly on the head, then sunk his head down slowly until he’d fully enveloped every inch. He pulled his head back up slowly, pointing the tip of his tongue up so it slid up the shaft as he did so. He created extra suction towards the tip, increasing the intensity the closer to the end he got, and Mordecai’s dick released from his lips with a satisfying pop. Mordecai’s face flushed pink and his thighs tensed, and he let out a small whine. Rigby had stopped and he didn’t want him to.

His relief came quick; the whine was all Rigby needed to hear. Rigby’s hand reached up and gripped on, his mouth sinking back down, and he began a steady rhythm of sucking and stroking, slow at first, and then increasing in speed as Mordecai finally quit trying to quiet himself and allowed his panting to get louder and more grunts and moans to escape. Mordecai’s fingers gripped onto the sheets. “Shhhiiit, like that,” he said between deep breaths.

Rigby removed his hand and took all of Mordecai into his mouth again, relaxing his throat as the tip slid in, and Mordecai bucked his hips. He suppressed a gag, and the tightening of his throat squeezed around Mordecai. “Ffuck!” he moaned. One of Mordecai’s hands released its grip on the sheets and slid to the back of Rigby’s head. He grabbed onto a tuft of messy, brown hair and began guiding the pace, pulling his head up slowly and then pushing back down. Rigby’s tongue swirled around and licked; he gave extra attention to a vein and pressed his tongue hard onto it as his head slid up, and Mordecai bucked his hips again, eliciting a cough from Rigby.

Rigby pulled his head off and sat up. Mordecai whined.

“Why’d you stop?”

Rigby grabbed his arm and pulled him up. “Sit up,” he said, and he slid off the bed, sitting on his knees facing the edge as he motioned for Mordecai to throw his legs over the edge and face towards him. Mordecai did as he was told, settling his legs on either side of Rigby so Rigby’s head was in his lap. Rigby scooted in closer and leaned down, and when Mordecai reached a hand towards Rigby’s hair again, Rigby slapped it away and looked up.

“Uh uh, hands to yourself,” he said firmly, and though Mordecai was giving him a pleading look, he obliged, placing his hands on the mattress on either side of him and grabbing on.

Rigby gave him a small smile. “Good.”

He spit into his hand and then leaned his head back down, resuming sucking and stroking. Mordecai threw his head back and stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, biting down onto his lip, and then looked back down at Rigby as his head bobbed up and down in his lap. Rigby’s free hand gripped tight onto Mordecai’s thigh, fingers pressing in hard enough that he knew there’d be little fingerprint-sized bruises there later. More marks Rigby was definitely leaving on him on purpose. The idea of walking around with visible evidence of their encounters hidden under his clothes turned him on even more than the situation they were in already had; he wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the secrecy of it. Or maybe a part of him liked the idea of Rigby staking his claim like that.

Rigby hadn’t said it out loud, but in his mind, this was his way of getting back at Margaret for toying around with Mordecai like she did. He got tired of Mordecai following her around like a little lost puppy, accepting a constant chase that never went anywhere. Mordecai was hot, and Margaret giving him false hope so he’d stay closed off from everyone else pissed him off and made the chase on his end harder. Another day, he decided, he’d “accidentally” leave another bruise on a spot where Margaret would see it, and then he’d overtly stake his full claim. She could leave him hanging, breadcrumb him to keep him around as a backup all she wanted. It just made it easier for him to swipe Mordecai from her grasp now that he was getting desperate and frustrated.

Precum was now leaking out of Mordecai’s dick and Rigby licked up every drop, which earned him another moan and a string of Aaahhhhs and muttered curse words as Mordecai gripped hard on the edge of the bed. Rigby increased his pace, squeezing slightly harder and working his tongue more fervently around. Mordecai’s breath picked up and Rigby knew he was getting close. He pulled his mouth off, licking a stripe up from the base of his cock all the way up to the head, and then began long, slower strokes with his hand as he sucked hard on the tip before moving his mouth all the way down again. He felt Mordecai moving his hips again, chasing wet movement and that hot, heavenly friction, and Rigby took the cue and increased the pace of his strokes and the speed and intensity of his tongue.

Mordecai’s breathing got louder. “Fuck, dude, I’m gonna- nnfgh- I’m about to-”

Rigby picked up the pace even more, his movement now less rhythmic and more frenzied as Mordecai neared the peak of his high. His dick twitched in Rigby’s mouth and in one last movement, Rigby plunged his head all the way down, taking Mordecai fully as cum shot out into his throat and some leaked out of the corners of his mouth. Mordecai grunted and moaned out a whiny, high pitched “Nfgh, ahhh!”. Rigby held his head in place as thick, warm ropes shot into him, making sure to swallow every bit of it.

When it ended, he pulled off of him, sucking his way up and tonguing off the remnants, which caused Mordecai to squirm and whimper. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his hoodie. Mordecai laid back, legs still dangling off of the bed and still trying to catch his breath, and Rigby pulled his boxers and pants back over him and scooted forward, resting his head on his lap, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. They sat like that for a few silent minutes.

Finally, Mordecai broke the silence. He propped himself up on his elbows again and looked down at Rigby.

“That was uh- how are you that good at that?”

Rigby shrugged. “Natural talent.”

Mordecai blinked hard once, then twice. “So is this like a…was this just today, or is a thing we do now?”

“I don’t see why we have to stop. Or why you would want to. You sounded like you liked it.”

Mordecai blushed. “Yeah, I guess so.” Rigby was a lot less shy about this stuff than he was. He did like it, and he did want to do it again. Rigby knew that already. He just had to be the one to initiate it and he liked hearing Mordecai say it.

Rigby stood up and headed towards the door. “Want something to drink?”

Mordecai sat up and nodded. “Yeah.”

Rigby walked out of the room and headed towards the kitchen to grab them two sodas. Mordecai reached over to check his phone; no texts. He expected as much. Margaret was probably out with a new boyfriend of the week tonight and wouldn’t be texting anyone but Eileen. Then a text from Rigby flashed across the top of the screen. He opened it.

come downstairs. i wanna play video games

He shoved his phone in his pajama pants pocket headed towards the stairs. When he reached the living room, Rigby had the game idling on the start menu and had placed two open sodas on the coffee table. Mordecai sat down. Rigby sat next to him and threw his legs over Mordecai's lap. Mordecai grabbed his controller and rested his arms over Rigby's legs.

"Best 3 out of 5? Whoever loses had to buy Cheezers tomorrow for lunch."

"Deal."

His phone buzzed in his pocket. "Hang on," he said. He pulled it out and looked; it was a text from Margaret. He considered opening it and then decided against it, tossing it to the table.

Rigby peeked at it. "You don't wanna see what she said?"

Mordecai shrugged. "Nah. Let's play."

Rigby smirked to himself as the first round started. Good, he thought. I didn't feel like sharing with her, anyway.

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Rigby bit into his grilled cheese deluxe and chewed. “That was smart to use the leaf blower on low to get the piles into the bags,” he said, swallowing his bite and taking a sip of the concoction in his cup made up of every soda available in the soda fountain.

Mordecai took a big gulp of his own soda and burped. “Yeah, and it was totally easy. All you had to do was follow me with a bag while I blew the leaves.”

“Haha, blew the leaves,” Rigby snickered.

Mordecai kicked his leg under the table. “Dude!”

Rigby shrugged. “What? You walked right into that one.”

“Ugh, whatever.” Mordecai took a bite of his sandwich and swallowed. “That was nice of Benson to give us money for lunch today for finishing up so fast. He must be in a good mood.”

“I bet Audrey finally called him back.”

“Yeah, probably.”

His eyes stayed glued to everything but Rigby. He flicked them to his sandwich, the people in line, the surrounding tables, back to his sandwich. Rigby noticed.

“You good, man? You’re being weird.”

“No I’m not.” The pink blush tinting his cheeks gave him away.

Rigby put his sandwich down. “Yeah, you are. What’s buggin’ ya?”

Mordecai looked to the side and then placed his sandwich down, crossing his arms. “You don’t feel, like…weird? After. You know.” He raised his eyebrows and then brought his drink to his mouth, sipping from the straw.

Rigby played it off. “No. I told you dude. Two bros just helping each other out sometimes. It’s not a big deal.” He down the last sips of his every soda mix. “If you wanna stop, we can. Do you feel weird about it?”

Mordecai shook his head. “Well, no. It’s just…new. I guess.”

“What, you’ve never kissed before?”

“What- no! I totally have. You know what I’m talking about.”

The realization hit Rigby. “Wait, you’re saying you’ve never done that before?”

Mordecai leaned back and huffed. “Don’t tell anyone.”

He knew Mordecai was kind of awkward and fumbled girls like it was his full time job, but he didn’t know it was to that extent. He was sure he’d hooked up with somebody at least once. He realized he assumed wrong. That explained the shyness and the willingness to let go of control. Maybe that also explained why he allowed Rigby to push him around even though he sort of asserted himself as the leader of the two in the friendship.

He furrowed his brow. “So if you don’t wanna stop, but you feel weird about it too because it’s different, what do you wanna do about it?”

Mordecai finally looked at him, trying to think of an answer. “I dunno. I guess you’ll just have to keep…taking the lead? I’m sure it’ll stop being awkward eventually.”

“You’re not gonna get all lovey dovey on me, are you?” Rigby asked with a smirk.

Mordecai fake gagged. “Ew, dude, no. We’re bros, not like, husband and wife or whatever.”

They both laughed and the tension seemed eased. Both finished their sandwiches and Mordecai finished his drink and then checked the time on his phone. “We gotta get back on time or else Benson will probably never let us leave the park for lunch again.”

They threw their trash away and headed back to the golf cart. Mordecai checked the time again. “We have a couple minutes to spare. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Rigby smiled. “Donuts?”

“Heck yeah.”

The cart and the parking lot were enshrouded in dust and gravel as they turned in circles over and over, not stopping until one side of the cart temporarily lifted off of the ground. Mordecai slowed down and after their laughter wore off, he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. A few minutes into the drive, his phone buzzed. “Can you check that?” he asked.

“Sure,” said Rigby. He unlocked it and opened the text. It was Margaret.

you guys should come to the movies tonight with me and eileen. theres a new zombie flick out. it looks sick :) 

Rigby rolled his eyes. “It’s Margaret. She and Eileen want us to go see some new zombie movie with them tonight.”

“Oh man, Zombie Butlers?? We should go! Ask her what time.”

Rigby texted her back.

sure. what time

Bzzz

the 9:15 showing

“She said 9:15.”

Bzzz

im bringing my bf if thats ok. hes nice youll like him :) see ya later

Rigby groaned. “UGH, she’s bringing her new loser boyfriend.”

“Aww, man,” Mordecai said, disappointed. “I thought it was just gonna be us.”

“Hey, don’t worry man. She never sticks with those guys for long. This’ll probably be the only time we see him.”

Mordecai groaned. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll just sit at the end next to you and Eileen.”

They met at the theater around 8:45. Margaret was, to Mordecai’s dismay, hooked onto the new guy’s arm. Rigby was secretly thrilled; if she was stuck to this guy’s hip, he got Mordecai all to himself. They got their tickets and snacks and found their way to the theater to take their seats. Margaret’s boyfriend went in first, then Margaret, then Eileen after her, Rigby, and last, Mordecai. Rigby immediately opened his box of sour gummies and dug in. Mordecai awkwardly sipped his drink and sunk into his seat, pulling the hood of his jacket up over his head.

Eileen leaned over and faced the two of them. “Are you guys excited? The reviews for this movie said it was wicked!”

Rigby ate a fistful of popcorn and nodded. “It’s gonna be awesome!” he said between chewing.

Mordecai slumped down even more. “I would have been more stoked if I wasn’t third wheeling for everyone.”

“Aww, hey, you’re not third wheeling,” said Eileen, voice sweet like it always was. “It was my idea to invite you guys so I’m happy you’re here.”

Rigby sipped some of his soda and burped. “What, Margaret didn’t want us to come or something?”

Eileen lowered her voice. “Well, she wanted me to come with her and that guy, but I didn’t wanna third wheel it. We outnumber them now so technically they’re third wheeling us.”

Rigby turned to Mordecai. “See, Mordo? It’s them that’s third wheeling us. Don’t be a drag, the movie’s gonna be fun.”

The theater darkened and the previews flashed across the screen. Everyone put on their 3D glasses and watched as the movie began to play. Rigby and Eileen leaned forward and watched with random whoooas and ahhhs and ooos coming from them every so often. Margaret was squished into her boyfriend’s shoulder and Mordecai tried to ignore it as they whispered back and forth, forcing his eyes to stay glued to the screen and pulling his hoodie forward so his peripheral vision was blocked. One of the bigger jumpscares of the movie finally hit and Rigby jumped back, sending the bucket of popcorn flying into the seats behind him.

“Dude!” Mordecai whispered. “The popcorn!”

Rigby shrugged. “Oops,” he said. “Come with me to get some more?”

“Fine,” Mordecai said. “We’ll be right back.”

“Hurry, I think the best part is coming up,” said Eileen, eyes glued to the screen.

Mordecai and Rigby got up and walked towards the doors. Rigby looked back at the screen, then towards the rows. They were hidden. Mordecai grabbed his sleeve. “Hurry, dude.” he said. Rigby turned and pushed him into the wall beneath the row’s stair railing, then stood up on his toes, pulled Mordecai down by the hoodie collar, and kissed him. Mordecai leaned into it for a few moments, but a few tongue swipes and lip bites later he suddenly pulled back, flustered. “Somebody’s gonna see us if we-”

“Relax, I made sure we were outta sight.” 

Mordecai looked around; sure enough, no one was able to see. Rigby grabbed his wrist and pulled. “Come on, man, we gotta hurry and get the popcorn before we miss the best part,” he teased. “You’re slowing us down.”

Mordecai, still flustered, couldn’t think of anything to say in rebuttal and simply followed Rigby out to the concession line. It was late, so the line wasn’t long. They paid for their popcorn and hurried back to their seats. Eileen turned to Rigby. “What took so long?” she asked. “It’s starting to get really good.”

“Uhhh…” Mordecai mumbled.

“Long line. And Mordo had to pee.” Rigby said flawlessly.

Mordecai looked at Eileen and gave a half-shrug. “Yeah, sorry,” he said with a weak chuckle. He leaned back and returned to his slouching position. Rigby leaned back this time too, propping his feet against the back of the seat in front of him. His hand drifted off of his lap and underneath the armrest between him and Mordecai and he brushed fingers against Mordecai’s leg and held them there. Mordecai froze. Rigby’s face was still glued to the movie screen but Mordecai could see a small smile forming at the corners of his mouth.

When the movie ended and the lights finally turned back on, Rigby removed his hand. Margaret and her boyfriend got up. “We’re probably gonna go get some food before we head home, do you guys wanna come with?” she asked.

“I’ll go,” said Eileen.

Rigby pulled the golf cart keys from his pocket. “Nah, we gotta get up in the morning. Benson’ll wring our necks if we’re late again.”

Mordecai stood up and stretched. “Yeah, we gotta try to stop being late every day.”

“Oh, well, okay. This was fun. See you guys later?”

“See ya,” said Rigby.

“Bye Rigby,” said Eileen.

Once the others left the theater, Mordecai turned to Rigby. “We’re off work tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“So why’d you lie about it?”

Rigby shrugged. “Didn’t think you wanted to eat with that lame-o Margaret brought. Come on, let’s get Taco Bell.” He grabbed Mordecai’s hand and started walking. “Wait, actually, let's get a milkshake.”

Mordecai considered pulling his hand away, but chose not to. They’d see everyone in time to let go if they hadn’t gotten to their car yet. Rigby led them out into the lobby, the parking lot, and to the cart, hands linked the entire time. He slid into the passenger seat and tossed Mordecai the keys and then threw his feet up onto the dash.

Mordecai got in and started the cart. “So…milkshakes?” he asked awkwardly.

Rigby nodded. “Yeah, there’s that place close to the park that’s open all night.”

Mordecai pulled off and headed towards it. “I know the one.”

They arrived and got their shakes in the drive thru, then parked as they drank them. Rigby had taken his cup lid off and was using his spoon. Mordecai opted to let his melt a little so he could sip on it. “You wanna try some?” Rigby asked.

Mordecai thought about it. “Sure. Hand me the spoon.”

“Nah, here. Just take a bite.” Rigby held out a spoonful of his shake to Mordecai. Mordecai hesitated for a second and then slowly leaned in and ate the spoonful of milkshake. “It’s good,” he said.

“I told you you shoulda got this one. Why’d you just go for vanilla?”

“I like vanilla.”

“Laaame.”

Rigby finished his milkshake and hopped out of the cart to go toss the cup in the trash, then sat back down. He scooted in close to Mordecai and pulled his knees up to his chest, then laid his head on Mordecai's shoulder. “I’m beat. Let’s go.”

Mordecai slurped down the rest of his shake and tossed the cup in the back seat, then drove them down the street to the park. They walked inside, up the stairs, and to their room, then stripped out of their clothes and into pajamas. Mordecai plugged his phone in and slinked under his covers. Rigby stood for a minute and watched him. Then, he climbed into bed with him, nuzzling his face in Mordecai’s chest.

Mordecai’s heart started to pound. “Someone could walk in.”

“Chill, dude. They never have before.”

He was right. Mordecai was just nervous. After a few minutes, he allowed himself to relax.

After a few more minutes, Rigby was snoring.

Mordecai stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Questions swam around his mind. Had Rigby just…dragged him into a relationship? Was it just for fun? Was he bored? Why did the idea of it just being boredom bother him? Why didn’t he stop him? He could if he wanted to.

He peeked down at Rigby, mouth-open snoring and some drool dribbling out.

He realized he didn’t stop him because he didn’t want to. Because he liked him.

“Shit,” he said to himself.