Some time had passed and Gumball was still over by the food table just casually sipping on his punch. He noticed that it was tasting slightly off but it was hard not to keep drinking it; it was just such an interesting flavor to him. He was also exhausted from navigating out of the crowd still, and had no intention of trying to go back in. 'This is so frustrating,' thought Gumball as he was starting to sway slightly. By this time he had already downed over 8 cups of the punch. Due to the continuous swaying GB had to lean up against the table to keep himself relatively still, and in doing so forced him to face into the mob of partying peoples.
At first he was looking in on them as a whole singular to unit moving to the music, but soon he started paying attention to each individual person that happened to catch his eye as they danced by. GB was trying to figure out an imagine the lives and personalities of the crowd and how much better there is were compared to his own. He imagined them to have very Whimsical and interesting backstories, and some with very assertive and fulfilled sense of self worth. 'Why can't that be me?' a whole swell of emotions began to envelop Gumball causing him to further dissociate himself from everything. And with the combination of alcohol, it became increasingly more difficult for him to just stand there and watch them. He couldn't stand to see them so happy and so carefree well he was just slowly crumbling on the inside. After being able to bear no more a wave of frustration flushed over him and he turned away from the crowd and started storming into the woods.
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In the meantime towards the other end of the dance floor, Lumpy Space Prince was dancing up on some Cinnabon ladies. "OH YAS SHAKE IT!" LSP yelled dancing as hard as he could throughout the duration of the song. When it finishes he heads over to the nearest table to grab some more spiked punch and happens to notice Marshall Lee. "Hey Marshall like how's it going?" Says LSP as he pours him a nicely filled cup. Marshall didn't respond however. He was looking slightly buzzed and seemed distracted from looking through the crowd back and forth. "You alive bro?" LSP was puzzles by Marshall's concern growing on his face.
He was was trying to find Gumball because he didn't want him to just leave. Marshall is heavily scanning the crowd and really trying to keep an eye out for him before deciding to head into the mass himself, so he decided to Coast over the crowd in a large Circle to see if he can spot them better that way. 'OH my gob why did he not stick with me…..Like WHY DO I EVEN TRY.' after a few minutes of hovering he notices out of the corner of his eye something pink moving abruptly away from the party-goers. Also swinging pretty noticeably the pink figure headed into the dark parts of a forest. 'Sigh.' sighing with both annoyance and relief Marshall flies over to the other end into the woods After Gumball.
After searching for a few minutes he finds Gumball with his head and his knees up against a tree. The tree it was in a tiny clearing just open enough to where the moonlight shown through and hit his skin delicately. Gumball was sniffling and seemingly trying to hold back his voice from crying. Marshall took another minute to gather of his thoughts to try and respond or sensitively and then tried to console him. "...Hey," says Marshall as he slowly inch toward him. He noticed an increasingly noticeable scent of booze, so he figured that GB drank way too much and he let the alcohol take over his feelings. Only a few inches away from him Marshall tried speak again. "Hey-"
"Why did you do this?" Gumball interjected harshly staring right up into Marshall's eyes. His face was a lot redder than usual due to the tears and the booze. The Moonlight shining up on his face and on the tear streaks made his skin glisten ever so slightly. "Why would you bring me here?" More tears began to stream down his face. "Why? It's because I'm trying to help make you feel better and have some fun."
"Fun?" Gumball retorted. "Why in the hell would you think I would have fun in a place like this? You know I hate unorthodox parties like this. Also, to try to make me feel better? Don't make me laugh… how can watching all these people having a blast being themselves doing what they want to do and getting what they want so easily be fun and help me feel better?!" Marshall started to lean down further towards Gumball's eye level. He bore an empathetic look on his face and just let GB yell it out. "I will never be able to be like them, to be like you. I'm unable to have that sort of confidence in myself like you do. It's hard enough trying to be assertive I just end up falling on my ass." Gumball being done with yelling was about to resume crying. Then, Marshall put his hands on GB's face and began to wipe away his tears. "Shhhhhhh," he said soothingly. "Hey Bubba you know it was my fault last time...And it takes time to really grow into yourself. Whatever you may be thinking now just know that you are perfectly capable of doing things just like everyone else is. You just have to try a little harder to get there." Marshall Lee closed his eyes and gave him a very reassuring smile and patiently waited for a reply. He was drunker than he was willing to admit but he was really trying to make gumball feel better.
Gumball sat up against a tree simply astonished. You never seen or heard Marshall act in such a manner to others or especially him for that matter. 'Does he really think that? Or is he just being a dick I don't know how to feel right now..' GB seemed so inebriated that he couldn't really make a reply so he just stared and analyzed over Marshall face. His overall state of mind went from being extremely negative to that of both relief and embarrassment for showing the inside of himself to Marshall. 'He really does seem to care about me maybe...He even called me by my old nickname.' Gumball continued to stare at Marshall unnoticeably getting really close to his face. The closer he gets the more GB can hear his heartbeat and the more he could feel his face turning blushing.
Marshall census this but doesn't move away. He stays still with his eyes closed in place waiting to see what Gumball would do. 'Shoot I'm not just a little drunk I'm pretty wasted,' thought Marshall. 'Heh I wonder if he'll try to kiss me.' With his drunken self too curious to be patient, he also began to slowly inch himself closer to Gumball's face. 'I wonder when he'll notice lol.' Whenever he felt Gumball's lips pressing against his, Marshall heard him gas in fall back up against the tree.
Gumball gasped, being heavily surprised over what just transpired. He didn't realize he was that close to Marshall's face let alone close enough to accidentally kiss him. Even though it wasn't technically the kiss it still seemed like it very much so to Gumball. Marshall on the other hand opened his eyes and continue to smile. "You should have just followed through with it ya' know?" now truly letting the alcohol talk, Marshall kept going. "Why did you hesitate? If you start something you have to follow through to the end. Don't let how other people are affect how you should be you are in charge of your own person and no one should distort that." Despite this kind of wording GB could tell that Marshall was not being an asshole, but was legitimately giving a damn, and that made him chuckle. "Really?.. Do you really think so?"
" I know so...So try again Bubba." Marshall was just so drunk and beaming. "No!" Gumball quickly said purely out of embarrassment. "You can't be seri-...You look extremely serious Marshall."
"Dead serious," Marshall corrected. "Come on just try being a little assertive with me. I know you can do it!"
"BY KISSING," Gumball said sarcastically. "Well it's a start ya' know? Come onnnnnnn." Both Marshall and Gumball were at the peak of drunkenness so their self control began slipping. GB thought in silence for a moment. "...Fine I'll try. 'Wow I was only being half serious,' Marshall thought. ' Oh well this should be interesting.' Marshall close his eyes once more and playfully puckered up his lips. Gumball goes in quickly and essentially smashes his face into Marshall's. "OWWW BUBBA DAMN IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY…" He pretended to be angry for a moment but both him and GB start to laugh it out until silence once more. Marshall smirked. "Now it's my turn."
"Wait Wha-" Before Gumball finished his sentence Marshall quickly swooped in immediately with his tongue again to seriously kiss him. Cupping GB's face in his hands, Marshall tightly locks locks lips with GB's. 'Its Sweet.' Marshall notices that GB's saliva was really addicting, which makes him want to really savor it. Soon enough, his eyes began shifting to his more demonic eyes.
The smooth and rapid movement of Marshall's tongue tightly up against and around his own really had Gumball taken aback. He just could not believe what was happening. 'Marshall is really kissing me so heavily. I cannot fathom how to respond.' GB subconsciously started to lean back into the kiss which made him gradually tremble. In addition to his mind going slowly blank his body was starting to feel different too. 'This feels so different...and amazing...but we should stop….but…' He didn't want to stop he wanted more.
Marshall was heavily focused on his tongue action not solely because he wanted to show Gumball his skills, but also because GB was tasting sweeter by the minute and he was responding back well. Marshall sucked on GB's toungue for a couple minutes before kissing his way to the neck. 'He tastes so amazing!' Marshall was getting a bit too excited, but so was Gumball because about a minute or two after He moved to kissing on the neck GB let out a surprisingly loud moan.
"AAHHN!!" Gumball's face quickly flushed and he pushed Marshall off of him. "We are done!" He said breathing heavily. "I think it's time we go home now please….but thank you for trying." Marshall was still in slight shock from the sound he had just heard Gumball yell out earlier. 'that was…..that was soooo hot.' He then quickly pulled himself together. "I'm sorry I got a little carried away because of how you tasted," Marshall mumbled. "Because of what?"
"Nothing Bubba now let's get you home." Gumball became a bit puzzled but paid it no mind as they left the woods in the middle of the night. When they got back to the castle Marshall let GB down easily and quietly so he wouldn't be caught. As he headed back towards the window Marshall said, "next time I will try to take you somewhere that is less intense for you. I'm sorry that the party was too much and I should've thought it through better." Gumball smiled solemnly. "It's alright, but let's not go to another party for a long while please heheh. Now leave I need to get into bed as soon as I can." Marshall was already almost outside the window when he stopped to turn around briefly. "Sleep Well." he then turned and left. Gumball turns towards his room and headed towards the restroom; his face burning red.