/Chapter 2 - Sleepy Sans, Peaceful Papyrus/

Sans wakes, maybe earlier than he'd have liked, to the smell of Grillby's?

"I WAS WONDERING WHEN YOUR NAP WOULD BE OVER! GOOD MORNING!"

"mm-..morning, bb."

"'BB'? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?"

"beautiful bones," he said off the top of his head after a yawn. The cute reaction made him groggily smile. "i'm a little shocked that you brought grease into your room." He added, finally bringing up the heavenly aroma.

"IT'S FOR YOU. HEY, UHH.. DEAR," it came out as a bit of a whimper clouded by all the uncertainty. Sans's reaction cleared that up and made it feel more right to keep using the new name, "MY DEAR, WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER FOR A WEEK." It was a fact. It might not have meant much, but to have the other looking that lovingly proud warmed Sans's heart.

"then it is a special occasion." Sans sweetly sat up to nudge his teeth against Papyrus's cheek and they both closed their eyes to be in the moment. The movement that brought them closer also let him snatch the little, greasy bag. Rustling of the brown material broke Papyrus's peaceful face.

"SANS, GIVE ME A KISS BEFORE YOU TAKE A BITE!" He did. It was allowed to get slightly passionate with some tongue before they gently pulled away.

"i'd love to spend a few more hours in bed just kissing you," And his yearning eyes didn't lie.

"-BUT THE GREASE IS CALLING YOUR NAME."

There wasn't a hint of bitterness in Papyrus as Sans nodded and practically made out with the food instead of him. If anything, it was amusing to watch since a sleepy Sans meant droopy eyes that naturally looked like they belonged in the bedroom. Those eyes were very much directed at the hot, greasy mess. The make out session lasted several minutes. Once his mouth wasn't full, the small skeleton yawned again. "what's the time?"

And again the peaceful Papyrus disappeared, "NYEH HEH HEH! YOU'RE ASKING ME A QUESTION!? WELL! GIVE ME MY ANSWERS FIRST, LOVER BOY!" And it was mutually understood what Papyrus was getting at. Sans was just confused as to why he waited to demand an explanation that was due a week ago. ".. WELL?"

Well he was left disappointed when Sans answered by wiggling himself away to sit with his feet dangling happily above the ground beside the race car bed. Something seemed to be going through Sans's head, so Papyrus didn't verbally voice it.

"not sure how to explain that," Eventually he said with a wink, "mind if i make it a hands on lesson?"

"I HAVE NO OBJECTIONS! I ONLY WANT KNOW WHAT THAT DARN THING YOU WERE DOING IS!"

"heh heh, alright. sit between my legs."

"WHICH WAY?"

"with your back facing me for now." It didn't take long getting into position. With Papyrus eagerly within reach, Sans let his pervertedness be a little less restrained. At last able to feel the monster he loved. He started with a ghosted run over his chest.

"SANS?"

"don't worry. just tell me if you want to stop at any point," He said more sensually than the words warranted. Papyrus gulped. "don't worry, precious. i'll make you feel really good. i want to make you go 'bone'kers."

Then he cut off Papyrus's usual response to puns with a moan, "H-AHHHN?! ARE YOU- WHY ARE YOU LICK- AHH!?.. LICKING ME..?" He had suddenly sounded much quieter than usual as he carefully re-asked the question (almost quietly enough for lower case letters, but this was still Papyrus we're talking about).

"i'm going to do a lot of questionable things. maybe because i'm crazy in love with you."

"MHH-.. S-SAN-.." That time he was prepared and able to close off the noise. The caresses and licks only intensified. As if Sans wanted to hear him calling his name. "SANS, PLEASE, S-S.."

"stop?"

"NO," He nearly whined at the loss of bone on bone action, "SLOW DOWN, BUT KEEP GOING!" Kinky.

As he was ordered to, his tongue slowed and his hands began creeping along, though they became more desperate to grab harder. It began doing the opposite than 'taking it slow' 'logically' should have. A smirk came to Sans when he was able to draw moans from Papyrus again, thinking his innocent brother wanted to get tortuously worked up.

"MMH-..MHHNN-HAHHH! AHH! PLEASE!"

"are you begging for something? do you want more?"

"YES! I-.. NEED YOU-" Sans blushed, magic working on its own accord at those words, "-TO PLEASE-MHH.."

"yeah, bro?" He encouragingly wrapped his arms around Papyrus's front and pressed his hardening member against his backside (though Papyrus's lower armor made that pointless). He wasn't expecting these kinds of desires to be in that pure mind. It was a turn on to say the least.

"-..DO SOMETHING!" Sans froze.

Then took a moment to calm down. Okay. If Papyrus didn't know what he was getting himself into, it wouldn't be right. "alright, this feeling-" 'of wanting to be fucked until you're a kissable mess' "of wanting can be materialized. just try using your magic." 'so i can touch you and make you scream my name like it's-'

"HOW?" He asked far less than calmly, fidgeting.

"umm, i dunno? it just kind of comes naturally." (There was nothing special added to the way Sans said "comes". Papyrus wasn't ready yet.)

"BUT NOTHING'S HAPPENING!.. DO I NEED TO TAKE OFF MY-"

"oh, no, not necessary(!)." 'that would make my situation 'harder'.'

".. REALLY?"

"yeah. because it's your magic, it's not bound by the laws of clothes."

"THEN IT'S JUST ME. WHAT D-DO I DO..?"

'stop talking,' His voice still betrayed how worked up Papyrus was. Even if the other skeleton couldn't summon his magic, Sans knew there was still probably some way to make this work, and that sexy panting emphasized when he spoke was helping Sans think up alternatives. But being in bed with Papyrus also granted other ideas to mind. "don't worry, it won't last much longer." Sans yawned and brought his back to the comfy bed, dragging Papyrus down with him.

"HNN!?"

"in the meantime-" rolling to his side with arms still locked around the other brought them into a new position, "-let's go back to napping."

"BUT S-SANS, THIS IS SO-.."

"relax.." Sans did.

".. HOW CAN I!? THIS IS UNJUST! YOU PROMISED I'D BE THE BIG SPOON NEXT TIME!" However, this was sleepy Sans. The only reply was soft snores. And not a few minutes after, with the other nearby, Papyrus found himself feeling peaceful sooner than he would have liked to admit. He also wouldn't like to admit that Sans was able to convince him to take another nap when it was only 4:00am.

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End Notes: Sorry, a song was playing. You know the "I want to hear you calling my name like hey mama hey mama hey" song? Yeah.. It got to be immortalized in this fic. And I keep picturing all these excessively lewd thoughts would be in Sans's head. He just wants to hear Papyrus calling his name like hey brother hey brother hey.

Sooorry again, Happy Skeleton Friend can't make things sexy X D But imagine these two reading this fic with hot voices to you over the phone! Anything's sexy if you read it right!