I'm going to kiss u

A/N- I was bored of my games... So I decided to write another chapter of my Morby. Also I own nothing, I owe everything to the creators of regular show.

I hope you enjoy because I got some new funnies~! Benson's, Mordecai, And Rigby's design are Mookie00's.

If you want a picture of what skips looks like just review and ask. :)

But for now—

Hair: slicked back, silver

Build: Medium but has muscle,

Eyes: Greenish blue

Usual clothes: A gray muscle shirt, blue skinny jeans

Black sneakers.

High fives design:

Hair: (Whatever hair you can think of besides a big hairy hand sticking out of his head)

Build: Skinny

Eyes: Deep maroon

Usual clothes: Black jacket, red T-shirt, and white skinny jeans.

^_^'

Enjoy~!

Xxx

Benson sighed as his boyfriend drove him into the park, he was too annoyed and ticked off to drive. It was like all the teens and adults who had accidentally and conveniently found a "Do it yourself" drivers' license was on the road at the moment. It was so bad the boss had to pull over and have a total temper tantrum on the nearest road. Walker, as Benson now called him—because he no longer skipped, had to run over and hold him until he calmed down. Another reason he was pissed off since yesterday—that dick-wipe Mallard—He was a total and complete asshole yesterday; all that shitbag would do was call the redhead to whine and complain about his "Sooo badly fucked up back" and to check on his "Has to be as clean as God's house" house.

"Well, at least we can count on Mordecai—And Rigby—" Benson growled, lighting a cigarette and gritting his teeth. Mallard was supposedly going to visit today too, even with his fake ass broken back. "When they're not being juvenile jerks..." The redhead wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and smiled as Walker carried him out of the car; "Sometimes I just want to kill everyone here, place their bodies under Mallard's stupid white carpet... Frame that old, pasty, bag of dicks, and then stealthily get away with it..."

The silverette raised a eyebrow and gave Benson a loving kiss—Sometimes, when no amount of words could calm him —a simple act of loving affection would be all that was needed. "T-Thanks..." The redhead blushed as they pulled away about two minutes later. Skips smiled, and was gonna nod, but a "Holy shit bro..." could be heard from behind them. The couple slowly and cautiously turned around to a shellshocked Muscle Man, Pops, and Thomas.

Good thing Mitch had a big bucket in his hand— for he turned and promptly "called Ralph." (No, he did not call "Wreck it Ralph." He puked.) "Uh... I didn't see anything..." Thomas said blushing three different shades of red and backed up from the door with his hands up. Pops only giggled and remembered all the times he had seen the two next to each other; The time with the hundred and fifty piece drum-set, Benson seemed pretty pissed that Skips of all people didn't believe him, and when the boss wasn't in his office, he was somewhere with the silverette. Even now they were still holding hands.

"SAY ANY FUCKING THING—TO ANY FUCKING BODY AND I WILL FUCK YOU UP!" The Benson's face was as red as his hair, and he was clenching his fists so hard the tips of his fingers were turning blue. The redhead didn't even seem to notice. " AND I MEAN I'LL LITERALLY HUNT YOU DOWN AND FUCK YOUR LIFE UP—THAT INCLUDES FIRING YOU ASSHOLES!" The others slowly nodded as the boss shakily unlocked the door.

Benson took one look inside the house and ran upstairs, where a window could be heard breaking and other things could be heard getting thrown across the room. "RARGH!"

Skips sighed and shook his head, he couldn't blame the redhead—Broken wine glasses on the floor, wine stains on the wall— beer and soda cans all over the floor, the coffee table was flipped over, and Mordecai, and Rigby were under a blanket sleeping soundly—naked.

"RAAAGGGHHHHH!" Benson promptly jumped out of a window and did the "angry worm" on the soft wet ground—seemingly unbothered by the mess he was rolling in.

"Babe! Calm down!" Walker yanked his lover out of the dirt and held him into his chest, that always made the smaller male feel better, even at his angriest moments. The silverette nodded at the rest of the crew to come in and clean up upstairs. He felt a warm river hot tears on his chest and on his gray muscle shirt. Benson only really cried unless he knew that he was screwed, or if he knew he was going to lose his job, (Aka, Screwed.) "I'ms-sofucking screwed!Ihave-n-nothin! Nothing!..." Skips stroked the soft red hair until the manager was done rambling and gripping his shirt. "Calmed down?" Walker asked, the redhead took a deep breath and wiped his green eyes.

"Yeah, Mallard... Is supposed to be here in like... Thirty minutes..." Benson look at his phone, took a big swallow, and brushed off the the dirt that surprisingly didn't leave a mark or stick to him. "So... Yeah... Basically, I'm gonna lose everything I ever knew because of two bags of dildos..." Before the taller male could say anything— Benson solemnly walked inside the house to go wake Mordecai and Rigby.

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"Aw dude... Stop shaking me, I-I'm awake..." Rigby yawned, slapping the hands whoever was softly shaking him out of his sleep stupor. He paused when he noticed the bright red hair, red and black glasses, green eyes, red vest, white long-sleeve shirt, black pants, chain on side, etc... "Aww crap! Benson! I can—He can explain!" The brunette pointed to the his best friend who was just about as awake as he was.

"You know what? It's okay, I'm gonna get fired anyways" The manager sighed and shook his head. "so I don't even want to know—hopefully, you guys will get fired too... SO I CAN FUCKING MASSACRE YOU!"

"We can fix it!" Mordecai said jumping up and pulling the cover to his side, leaving Rigby completely naked. In shock, Thomas completely walked out of the house to go wash his eyes with hot water.

"DUDE!" Rigby angrily yelled, covering himself up with a near couch cushion and blushing furiously. "YOU ASSHOLE!"

"No you can't you moron, Mallard is supposed to be here in about, what? Twenty minutes?" The redhead shook his head and checked his phone. "He just texted me, he's on his way here."

"Give us five minutes, please?" Mordecai looked around for his shirt and clumsily threw it on. "We'll fix it, it's a hit or miss situation." He threw the brunette's shirt at him and was actually quite surprised at Benson's indifference at seeing a naked employee.

"Go ahead, either way, I'm getting fired... So I'm gonna go and spend my last minutes as an employed man..." Benson struggled to keep in the tears that were fighting to begin running down his cheeks like two little waterfalls of sadness and anger. "Whatever..." the manager stood up and went to the basement for some wine.

"Yeah Benson! We'll have this thing done so quickly you won't even know it!" The darker male of the three smiled, finding his pants and crudely shoving them on as quickly as he could. "Thanks for raping me bro..." The brunette mumbled quietly after he had the time the put his clothes. He growled at the pain coursing through his backside and sighed. They awkwardly began picking up the cans and shoving them into garbage bags. "Plus, how are we going to do this without Skips?!"

"Skips has to help! He knows how much this job means to Benson, and it wasn't rape." He threw away the used condom and thanked God he'd swallowed Rigby's cum, minimizing the mess they'd made.

"Sure it wasn't." Rigby rolled his eyes.

So the employee's vigorously worked until sweat was pouring down from their eyebrows and Mallard pulled up. "Shit he's here!" Muscle man yelled to Mordecai who was sweeping the stairs.

"Rigby, get Benson!" The brunette dragged the half sober Benson up the stairs. "What's the point?" He mumbled, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, (Which Skips thought was incredibly cute) then threw the empty wine bottle into the new trash bag. "I'm going to lose everything today...Thanks g-guys?" The house was spotless. The manager could have eaten a five course meal on the toilet seat. "This is amazing!" He fought to hide his excitement and pride as he led the wheel chair that held Mallard around the house. Drama queen, he didn't need a wheel chair.

"The house looks magnificent Benny—Err Benson." The grumpy old man nodded and looked around the stainless house in pleasure, "Now take me upstairs." The redhead shot a happy glance at the whole crew and wheeled his boss up the stairs quite happily.

Xxxxx*~Three tension filled hours hour later~*xxx

"HELL YEAH!" Benson yelled, running into the room and jumping into Walker's arms, the silverette smiled and spun him around the room—not knowing what his sweetheart was so happy about; but smiling anyways. "Guess what guys?! We're all GETTING RAISES!" He exclaimed excitedly after he was put down and was kissed lightly on the head. He ran over and hugged Mordecai and Rigby who were jumping up and down happily. "Guess what else? We're so going out to fucking celebrate!" He laughed, adjusting his glasses and raking his hands through his red hair, smiling widely.

The brunette and bluentte blushed and let go of each other; It was still kinda awkward after, "We kinda had forced sex." Thing going on. 'He must not want to acknowledge it...' they both thought, thinking of ways to un-awkward their friendship. They had an very awkward shower after cleaning up; they really couldn't make noise talking—or whispering for the matter. Benson and Mallard had spent a whole three hours in the redhead's office just talking. The rest of the crew headed out the door with a few extra pair of clothes as Benson explained what was going on.

"Okay, so, Malshit, told me this an hour ago," The manager paused for a second to and tried not to burst into hysterics at their "WAAH?" faces. "and I set up a little 'congrats' party and rented out the one of the best hotels in town, until eight o'clock tomorrow."

"Aw yeah! free room service~!" Muscle man, High five and the rest of the crew were ecstatic, Rigby and Thomas on the other half—weren't that that excited.

"Ugh... I hate these kind of events," The two brunette's sighed in unison. They both were the type to be scarred for weeks after a scary movie—And had seen many a gory horror due to haunted hotels.

Mordecai smiled at his best friend, he was obviously uncomfortable, Rigby wiggled and writhed around next to him trying to find a comfortable place on the seat where he wasn't sore. "Hey bro?" The bluennette smiled as a very evil notion hit him, a very very evil notion.

"What?" Just as Mordecai had predicted, they both said it in unison.

"Jinx!" The older male whispered naughtily into the flushing brunette's ear, Rigby shivered in anticipation. Mordecai smirked, as a small blush crept across his features—He knew this wouldn't help their friendship much, considering it was pretty weird already, considering they had "Done the dirty." But he didn't care—Rigby had looked so adorable rubbing his legs together so heatedly. Plus he couldn't help it! He always got horny when he was just alone with someone!

Good thing they sat in the very back of the van~!

"I'm going to kiss... You... All over." The bluenette heatedly whispered in his best friend's ear, tongue tracing around the shell gracefully.

"No dude—!" Rigby whispered back blushingly, but was interrupted by a flirtatious hand viciously rubbing his already hardening package. "No fucking talking Rigbone..." Mordecai hissed, roughly grabbing his pelvis once more, causing his best friend to groan quietly in a mix of pleasure and pain. "That's better."

Before Rigby could reply—Or moan, the older male's lips were upon his, sucking and licking lustfully. The two broke away for a second for air—Before feverishly kissing again. Mordecai licked and sucked on the darker male's bottom lip asking for permission, which Rigby submissively granted.

The duo's tongues danced in a heated mixture of passion and lust—quieting each other's moans and groans from the outside world. The paler male pushed his best friend down and spread him out evenly, as to see what he had to work with.

The bluenette smirked at his canvas and pried Rigby's legs open, causing a small delicious moan to drag from the back of the brunette's throat. Mordecai looked down and quietly unzipped his best friends fly, then looked up. Two seats up were Muscle man, High fives and Thomas, all chatting loudly. A seat in front them were Benson and Skips, both laughing and smiling—On top of that the radio was on.

The older male sighed with relief, there was no way that they could get caught. He smiled back at Rigby's clothed erection, he was already aroused and a small patch of pre cum was becoming noticeable. Mordecai positioned him self between Rigby's legs and began to furiously grind, he bit back a few groans as the brunette under him expressions began to change rapidly. Rigby's eyes widened and rolled to see stars in pure ecstasy as his best friend continued the glorious friction. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop...' Echoed in his mind over and over.

Images of the night before hit him like a lighting bolt, sloppy and loving kisses—skin. clothes. Sweat. Love. Lust—Passion.

Mordecai trailed sloppy and hot kisses down from the younger male's jawline and further down his small collar bone before their lips met again, this time his tongue forcefully pushed past the darker male's lips and explored the damp warm cavern. Moaning and groaning into each others mouth's (Which Rigby thought they did much like Benson & Skips in said chapter before XD) Mordecai grabbed the clothed erection and began to furiously pump it. Suddenly pumping it painfully slow.

"Do you want more Rigs?" A hot whisper cradled his ear again. The darker male's faced flushed about ten shades more (If that was even possible) then slowly nodded. With that being quietly signaled, the radical pumping continued.

*Stop* the van suddenly parked.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit..." The bluenette fumbled with his and Rigby's pants, his best friend was so exhausted from the previous actions he couldn't do much. Once done zipping and saying "Eileen, Eileen Eileen," in Rigby's ear to make his penis deflate—shit, she made him go limp just thinking about her—He threw the tired brunette over his shoulder and carried him out. Second one out of the car was Benson, who nearly fell out. Skips had insisted on groping him every time he wasn't looking and smirking at the angry sounds he retaliated with.

"Asshole..." He mumbled, glaring viciously at his silver boyfriend. "Hey Mordecai and Rigby? What were you guys doing naked today anyways?" The boss asked, edging away from Walker's groping hands and eyeing the odd, blushing couple.

The whole rest of the group quieted down as they headed to the hotel, eyeing the duo, waiting for their bogus answer. Except Pops of course, because he knew which couples were together. XD

"Er... Eh... We just got drunk and decided to dance around the house naked." Mordecai blushed, trying to awkwardly grope his mind for a appropriate and not a complete bullshit answer.

"Like some kind of savages?"

"Yeah..."

"You know who else gets drunk and likes to dance around like a bunch of naked savages around the house?" Muscle man asked, the usual "Jokes." gleam in his eyes.

"Shut up muscle man. Your mom's an asshole." High fives sighed, ignoring the glare he received from his best friend.

"Shut the fuck up! I wasn't gonna say 'My mom' bro!"

"What were you gonna say then?" Thomas smirked, daring Mitch to say something else stupid.

"Nope! I was gonna say 'Your mom!" The green human smirked at the group's surprised face.

"Yo man, come over here and say that to MY FACE." High five viciously frowned.

"Oh no bro I didn't mean it man..." Mordecai rolled his eyes and held open the door for the rest of his co workers. Rigby squirmed, Skips had taken the liberty to walk behind Mordecai and make thrust motions and point at both at them.

"Mordecai—"

"Your jinxed dude, shut the fuck up." Rough grab to the back of his thighs.

Skip's current face; :3

Rigby glared while Benson checked in with the manager in a manager-to-manager way, that seemed to detour Walker's dirty attention and teasing for a second.

It was really intriguing to see how Skips watched Benson's every move, seemingly noticing every habit the manager seemed to have, running his hands through his red mess of hair, biting his lip, tapping his delicate nails on the table, sheepishly looking at his white shoes... Rigby stared at the silverette's face, wondering if Mordecai ever looked at him with such love and content. 'He probably just wants to screw me...' The brunette sighed.

Skips raised an eyebrow and mouthed, 'What's wrong?'

Rigby sighed once again and pulled out his phone, he then quickly typed his situation to his coworker,

Me and Mordo are kinda... Something we shldn't be. And I kinda don't undarstand.

Skips read it for about twenty milliseconds before mouthing, 'You spelled understand wrong.'

Rigby blushed before quickly typing,

STOP TALKING!

(Mouths) 'I'm not talking, I'm mouthing.'

SHUT UP!

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A-N I thought this was an interesting chapt soo... I didn't know what they'd do when they went to the hotel, soo yeah I ended it with the convo with Skips. yuppp~! please Review~! I would love to hear how I'm doing! O