Just a heads up, this chapter contains some sexual content. Mostly tension-wise. Nothing explicit of course.

For the most part, this is another fluff chapter. I want another solid fluff chapter for the story after everything, as well as some slight development in their relationship.

Here's chapter 63 of "Welcome Home"!

Stan was the first in the house to wake up the next morning. The time on his alarm clock read 6:02, even surprising him. With a grunt he sat up from his bed and let his feet touch the floor, going into his slippers. He stood up and blinked off the morning fuzz before grabbing his glasses. He headed towards the bedroom door while scratching his side.

A few minutes after waking up Stan decided on going into the kitchen for some coffee. He approached the container of coffee grains and opened the lid, scrunching his nose.

"Ah, seriously?" Stan grumbled when he noticed the product was practically gone. Perhaps it could make one more cup, he figured, before starting up his coffee. He figured that sometime later in the week he'd get some more, whenever he'd be in town next. Instead he went to the fridge and opened it. It was never too early to make some eggs. He opened the box to find a half an eggshell inside dripping the remains of some other egg that had been used. Stan scowled and blamed Bill for the mess. He tossed the empty box away and took a second glance into the fridge to see that the milk was almost gone.

Stanley sighed in frustration. "Guess i'm goin' to town." He mumbled. And for the best, he figured, since he knew his brother would probably want some while having to put up with Bill the next couple of days. If Stan were in that place he was sure he'd lose his mind within even the first hour.

He grabbed his coffee and left the kitchen for a couple of minutes to change before he'd leave the shack. While on his way he remembered that he'd left his brass knuckles by Ford's old room. Stan figured he'd grab those, as he usually went places with a pair. He never knew when he'd have to clock a store cashier.

He made his way towards the location, coffee in hand. He stepped down the couple boards of stairs and felt his slippers touch the floor. Stan, still tired from recently waking, sleepily walked to the table. As he passed by Ford's old room, taking a sip of his coffee he took a mindless glance inside the open room. He turned his attention back to the table for a split second before spitting out his coffee, taking a second look inside, eyes wide open.

In the bedroom Stanley saw his brother resting in a half-sitting, half-laying position with his head on the armrest of the couch. Atop the scientists lay Bill, sleeping peacefully on the warm human with the side of his cheek pressed against his chest. Ford's chin rested on the other's head of hair and silently snored as their chests rose and fell in near unison. Ford's arm that was wrapped around his boyfriend held him closer when the blonde shifted in his slumber. They looked content with each other. Happy, even.

Stan's mouth was opened slightly, but not in anger. He looked on at the two with a slightly remorseful look, now scolding himself for not trying to get Bill back with his twin faster. He shook the regret out of his head and snatched the brass knuckles so that he could leave. Stan assumed that seeing Bill at peace was too odd to see for too long. He took his leave, giving the two their privacy.

When Stan returned to the kitchen, he placed a sticky note on the table that read "Out shopping. Be back soon" For his brother just in case he woke up earlier as well and worried of where he was. Even more he didn't want to be chastised for leaving so early without notice.

Stan put the pen down beside the note and grabbed the keys off the counter before heading out the back door. The time he left was 6:18, the sun just starting to rise, giving him a small bit of light as he made his way to the car. He didn't plan on taking long in town.


A close twenty minutes later Ford stirred, only halting when he felt literal weight on his chest. His morning-blurred eyes looked down to see his boyfriend resting quietly on him, his chest slowly rising and falling. Ford smiled and ruffled his hair gently. Bill shifted and mumbled something Ford couldn't catch before opening his eyes partway.

Ford removed his hand. "Oh, I apologize. I didn't mean to wake you." He said.

Bill just shook his head. "You didn't." He mumbled, sitting up and choosing to stay on the others lap.

"I feel better," Bill said, stretching his arms up above his head. "I'm not tired anymore, either." He added.

"Wonderful," Ford said before yawning. He reached for his glasses and put them on his face. "I'm assuming you'll want to get breakfast and a bath today." He said.

Bill scrunched his nose. "I don't like baths." He replied in distaste.

"It may be more convenient for today." Ford reasoned. He saw Bill roll his eyes but chose to ignore it. He cleared his throat and added, "And you may need some assistance." As he looked away.

"I will, huh?" Bill asked, folding his arms. "What exactly would I need help with, smart guy?" For a moment the scientist wondered if he had upset the other. Bill's scowl switched to a sly smirk. Ford saw the expression and shifted in his position slightly. "Stanford Pines, are you just trying to undress me?" Bill teased.

Ford's cheeks turned a scarlet red before he could respond, his mouth dropping open. The blonde's smirk grew at the man's reaction to his inquiry. Ford quickly shook his head when the shock of the question wore off. N-N-No! Of course not!" He stammered.

"No?" Bill cooed. He grinned. "Sure sounds like it." He teased.

"I-I was just offering help if you need it, that's all." Ford clarified. "But if you would prefer solitude, that's perfectly fine." He said.

Bill's eyes widened at this. "No!" He replied much quicker than he'd intended. He was met with a raised eyebrow from the other and he looked away in embarrassment. "I'll need help reaching the bottles." He admitted.

"Really?" Ford questioned, not meaning to sound judgmental, but he couldn't help being amused by the strange request.

Bill's embarrassment increased and his cheeks flushed. He clenched his fists beside himself, knuckles digging into the couch cushion. "Stano moved them to a higher shelf!" He whined, folding his arms and looking away with a huff.

"Yes, he did," Ford recalled. He offered the blonde a small smile. "Very well then." He agreed.

"I want a bubble bath." Bill announced.

Ford gave a nod to the request. "Can do." He replied.

"And a bagel." Bill continued.

"Consider it done," Ford said.

"With strawberry jam and whipped cream and cookie crumbs and chocolate syrup with sprinkles all on top." Bill requested.

Stanford furrowed his brows and squinted his eyes. "That's not healthy." He chided.

"I want it," Bill whined. "Please?"

"I don't think breakfast is a sufficient time for so many sugary toppings like that," Ford answered. "Or... ever." He mumbled to himself.

Bill sighed and looked back at him with a seemingly innocent expression. "If you help me with making it, I'll let you undress me." He compromised with a cheeky smile. It only increased when he heard the other's breathing hitch.

Ford quickly blushed that scarlet red color again after hearing the remark that took him by surprise. Bill hadn't said anything quite like that before. He got flustered and stretched the side of his turtleneck with a finger, aware that the blonde must have noticed his reaction.

He gulped and gave a weak chuckle before standing up. "H-How's about those toppings?" He said. Bill grinned and gave a nod, standing up with him and following behind.


Once they entered the kitchen, the blonde headed to the fridge and got out a majority of the items he required. Ford rolled his eyes at the hasty behavior, but found no reason to chide him after complying with his wish.

He walked over to the table to see a piece of paper written down. He turned on the light and picked it up, noticing it as a note from his brother. His eyes traced the words and he held gave a hum, putting the note back down on the table.

"Something wrong?" Bill asked when he noticed the blank expression.

"No," Ford assured. "I'm just surprised that Stan would leave to town so early in the morning." He said. "He never mentioned a reason."

Bill shrugged while reaching up in the cupboard for the marshmallows, the bag falling on his head. He held it and shut the cupboard. He turned to look at the other. "Maybe something came up." He offered.

"Unlikely." Ford dismissed. Bill scowled his way, but opened the fridge. Ford got a mug out of a cupboard and went to the coffee pot. While setting up his coffee making process it didn't take long until he realized the coffee was gone. He sighed. "That's why." Ford muttered to himself.

Bill had a collection of sweet toppings in his arms, and he let them all fall from his arms onto the table. Ford cringed at the noise of the chocolate syrup bottle against the table and glanced over. He noticed the sprinkles on the counter and brought them over for him. Bill grinned and placed his bagel on the table.

Ford scowled. "Get a plate." He commanded.

"It's not fun that way." Bill argued.

"It's less fun to clean up a syrupy, sugary mess." Ford replied. Bill pursed his lips and the scientist folded his arms. Bill sighed and moved from the table to get a plate from the cupboard. He came back and placed it down, putting the bagel overtop it.

"Congratulations." Ford joked.

Bill scowled. "Don't patronize me." He said. Ford just laughed, freeing his arms and rolling his sweater sleeves up to his elbows to avoid getting any sugary products on them. Bill watched the action with his eyes more widened than normal. A blush formed on his face. He hoped to himself that Ford would do that with his sleeves more often. It looked good. He looked good. His forearms had almost a perfectly fair share of grey hairs at the fronts. A few faint scars were apparent underneath. His forearms being exposed also brought more attention to his hands. They were strong. And still the skin on them were soft save for the callused parts that had eventually formed in the multiverse. Still, they were nice to be held in and fit well in his smaller hands.

"Bill?" Ford addressed. Bill shifted and looked up at him. Perhaps he had been looking too long. "Is something wrong?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. Whether Bill's expression wore desire or unease he couldn't tell.

"No, no! Nothing- Nothing's wrong." Bill replied, folding his arms and looking away, the blush on his face still vibrantly apparent.

It didn't take long for Ford to catch on. He gave a chuckle at the behavior which made Bill look back at him.

"What?" Bill asked, his confusion quickly showing despite his other expression staying. "Why are you laughing?" He proceeded.

"Ah, nothing," Ford replied with a wave of his hand. He balanced a hand on the table and leaned over towards the other. He placed his spare had on one of the blonde's flushed cheeks. "But you're looking a little red." Ford teased with a faux look of concern.

Bill's eyes widened again before he huffed, scowling at his boyfriend and jolting his face away all the while his blush only increased. "S-Shut up!" He cried, looking away in embarrassment while Ford only laughed.

"If you can focus, would you like to continue?" He asked, grabbing the whipped cream bottle and shaking it before removing the cap. Bill looked over at hearing the sound and gasped. He reached over and grabbed his hand to stop him. Ford looked up and raised a brow.

"What are you doing?" Bill asked.

"Well, everything will stick better if you put this on first." Ford replied.

Bill thought for a moment before taking his hand away. "Very well." He agreed.

Ford sprayed the whipped cream on the bagel. Bill watched as he applied it, feeling a bit skeptical as he watched. His concern of Ford messing it up went away when he saw it applied to his liking. Ford looked up at him in unsureness to where the blonde gave a nod of his approval. Ford set the whipped cream can down and let Bill apply his own chocolate syrup. He quickly realized this to be a mistake when Bill applied puddles of syrup onto his bagel, the sugary condiment quickly dripping off the whipped cream and soaking into the sides of his bagel.

Bill noticed the scientists' cringe. "What?" He questioned, the bottle still dripping the syrup. Ford was at a loss for words and merely grabbed the now sticky from syrup bottle, quickly taking it out of Bill's hands and away from his reach.

"Hey!" He whined.

"That's enough." Ford stated.

Bill rolled his eyes. "Since when are you in charge?" He asked.

"Did you think that you were?" Ford asked. "If you were in charge, my house would have been burnt to the ground by now."

"I don't hate it that much." Bill mumbled.

"You're irresponsible," Ford clarified. "Though, arson wouldn't be a good outcome, either." He added, mainly to himself despite the blonde overhearing.

Bill grinned. "You wouldn't know until you've tried it." He mused.

Ford scowled at him. "I'm not trying it. " He stated. Bill's grin dropped.

"Whatever you say." Bill replied.

Stanford looked down at the table and huffed. "Drat, I forgot about the jam." He muttered to himself, reaching for it anyway. He figured spreading it on the other bagel piece would suffice. Bill looked down at his boyfriend's hand and noticed a two of the six fingers had some chocolate syrup on them. Bill grabbed hold of the scientists wrist and held it up. Ford raised a brow before also noticing.

"Oh, not to worry," Ford said. He turned to look at the counter for a rag or paper towel lying around. He started towards the counter when he caught sight of one, but Bill kept his hold. Ford turned back to look at him. Before he could question why Bill kept a hold on him, looking intently at his fingers, the blonde brought the hand closer to his face and put the two fingers in his mouth to rid of the syrup. Ford's eyes widened and he couldn't find himself able to form any words in response. His face flushed as the warmth of the other's mouth encircled around his fingers. He sucked gently before removing them from his mouth, instead just licking the remainder of syrup off with his tongue.

Bill looked up to see the man's speechless look. He raised an eyebrow. "What?" He inquired, partially removing Ford from his train of thought. "I wasn't about to let some precious chocolate go to waste." He said.

"I- could have just rubbed it off." Ford started.

Bill scowled. "Then it would go to waste." He replied, putting his hands on his hips. He looked more closely at his boyfriend. "Why are you all red now?" He asked.

Ford took in a breath, his eyes widening a bit. He cracked a small, awkward smile. "A-Am I?" He asked, looking down and away at the floor, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah," Bill replied with slight unease, only caused by his confusion. He shook the feeling away and looked back at the table, reaching for the cookie package. "I don't think I'll ever understand why so many random things get humans all worked up." He said.

Ford scoffed, despite his smile. "You're one to talk when you were just gushing about me rolling up my sleeves." He said.

Bill took a cookie out of it's package and blushed. "Hey! They're- it was hot, okay?" He admitted in a panic.

The confession of how Bill felt more romantically towards something about him was rare. Ford's features relaxed a bit. "You really think so?" He asked, softer.

The tone of voice made Bill look up beside the other. "Well... yeah." He confirmed. "I thought so." He mumbled awkwardly, his blush increasing.

"Oh," Ford blurted as an equally awkward response. He too became more flushed. "Alright." He said, A tiny smile returning.

Regardless of their heavy blushes they proceeded with the finishing touches. Ford reached for the jam while Bill tried breaking apart the cookie. He split it in two, then tried picking apart little pieces. Ford looked over at him and noticed his method was long and complicated. He set down the jam and grabbed the two pieces, balling up his hands into a fist form and sprinkling them over top the bagel. Bill looked with wide eyes at the method and wondered how he made that work. Ford noticed his stare once he was done and flung the little crumbs on his hands at his boyfriend.

Bill swung his hands about. "Hey!" He exclaimed, grinning as he heard the other man chuckle. He grabbed some of the sprinkles from their container in his hand, tossing them at him.

Ford put an arm over his face to protect himself before grabbing the whipped cream bottle in one hand and Bill's hair in the other. He pushed Bill's back down onto the table and kept his head in place. Bill laughed as the other flicked the cap off with his thumb.

Bill looked up at him with a smug smile as he wrapped his legs around the author's hips. "Hello, handsome," He teased with a grin. Ford dropped the can on the table at the label and turned to look at the blonde with a slight blush. Bill kept his grin and grabbed the neck of his sweater, pulling his face down and giving him a kiss. Ford was taken aback by the sudden affection, but indulged in it for the time being.

As Bill kissed him, Ford reached his spare hand out, grabbing hold of the bottle of whipped cream he had dropped. After a moment they parted, Bill grinning at his flustered expression. Ford shook his head to rid of the daze and held the bottle up to the other's face, dispensing the cream into his mouth with an almost evil like grin all while Bill laughed, squirming in his strong hold.

Ford set the bottle down when his mouth was full and chuckled. Bill spit half the cream up towards the other, landing on Ford's nose and a part of his cheek.

Ford rubbed the whip off his face. "Oh, gross," He commented, holding back his fragment of a smile as he wiped it off. Bill sat up, holding onto the other man's shoulders.

"You missed a spot." Bill teased, moving up to his face and licking the cream off. Ford made a sound of disgust at the move and wiped the side of his cheek.

"You are something else, aren't you?" Ford asked with a chuckle.

Bill grinned. "You love me." He cooed as Ford grabbed hold of his hips, lifting him up off the table. Bill looked him in the eyes when they were at eye level. "You're strong, too." He added.

Ford smiled and kissed his boyfriend while holding him. Bill put his hands on the other man's face and kissed him back. They kissed passionately, indulging in each other for a bit. Ford turned and took a step towards the fridge before letting Bill down. The blonde was confused at first, but his reaction switched to a more taken aback one when the other man moved towards him, pinning him against the fridge.

Bill rolled his eyes. "How romantic." He joked before receiving another, shorter kiss from his boyfriend. He wrapped one arm around Stanford's neck as he let himself indulge in the feeling. He shivered as the scientist planted kisses along his neck, holding Bill's other arm above his head and against the fridge.

All the attention was unexpected, but Bill certainly wasn't complaining. He liked it. And Ford could be rough with him- in all the right ways. Bill's breathing started to become more consistent and he unexpectedly let out a whimper, followed by a moan.

For a moment He wondered how often things like this would happen between them. Bill's arm around the back of the other's neck tightened. "Wh-What's a nerd like you got being s-so good at this?" He asked while his eyes squinted shut.

Ford gave a hum along his neck, followed by a smirk. "I wouldn't say that, exactly" He murmured before moving to the blonde's jawline. The little sounds he would get in reply for his actions only made him want to continue. They rung in his head like a lustful echo, and he didn't want them to stop. He shook his head slightly at the beautiful demon and moved his hands down to the blonde's hips. "Damn, I want you." He growled in a whispered tone as he made his way along the other man's jawline.

Bill's eyes widened at the remark, and he grinned. "Okay." He replied. He heard Ford's light gasp and stopped, pulling away to look him in the eyes. He looked as though for a moment he couldn't form words.

"I- I- Wha- Y-You heard that?" Ford questioned awkwardly with a blush.

"Why do ya' seem so surprised?" Bill asked. "You were right by my head, dummy." He replied.

"I just... I didn't mean to say that out loud," Ford muttered, awkwardly looking away and scratching the back of his neck.

Bill laughed which made the other look back. "Didja' not hear me, I.Q?" He asked before grinning. "You can have me." He said, putting his hands on the other's shoulders.

"Yes, I... heard you," Ford said. He sighed before looking back at Bill with a more serious expression. "Are you sure?" He asked with a firm tone and concerned eyes. "You just might not be-"

"I'm fine, Six." Bill said with a wave of his hand.

"I just don't know if..." Ford started, stopping himself. His words didn't sound right. "It doesn't seem-" He tried again, but sentences didn't seem to work well. He scoffed, mainly to himself and muttered, "I mean you already can't walk," Out loud. His breathing hitched and his face flushed. What was he thinking?

Bill scowled and flicked him on the forehead. "I can too!" He said with his nose in the air in a faux offense. He looked back at the scientist. "Fiddlesticks is asleep, and Stano won't be back for a while," He mused while wrapping his arms around the other man's neck. "Besides, who knows how long until we get another chance? We can use this." He added.

Ford gave a hum in return before answering. "Yes, I suppose we can," He agreed, scratching the back of his neck. He offered his boyfriend a small, awkward smile. "Okay." He consented in a softer tone.

Bill grinned and Ford could tell by his expression the eagerness he had. Regardless of that, the blonde's expression turned to more of a smug look. "You get so awkward so fast." He commented, stroking the back of the other man's head.

"Don't hold it against me," Ford replied, interlocking their hands and giving the blonde a kiss on the cheek. "You'll have to be quiet." He reminded.

"I won't say a word." Bill claimed.

Ford rolled his eyes but chuckled regardless. "I'm not sure I can count on that with how much you like to talk." He replied.

"Hey! Keep that up and you won't hear a peep out of me." Bill stated.

Ford gave a small smile and hum. "Don't start now." He replied, giving him a peck on the forehead. Bill raised an eyebrow at the response for all but a second before following beside the other man, one of their hands still interlocked. They moved away from the fridge to go out of the kitchen. They would worry about the sprinkles and such later. They nearly got out fine were it not for their houseguest rounding the corner to the kitchen as they were leaving. The two jumped back and gave shouts of surprise at the sudden appearance of the man. Ford put a hand over his heart after the fright, while Bill glared at Fiddleford for quite likely interrupting their plan.

The old man gave a laugh at their reactions. "G'Mornin' to ye', fellers!" He greeted.

"Ah, um... good-good morning, Fiddleford." Ford greeted awkwardly.

Bill locked one of his arms with one of Ford's and leaned in closer to him all while staring at the shorter. "Ya' know, arson on a human is also on the table." He muttered.

Ford gave him a weird look, while Bill only shrugged.

"You're up earlier than usual," The blonde said, his tone more on the bitter side. Ford noticed, but said nothing about it.

"Yep!" McGucket chirped in reply. "I've been meanin' ta' pick up more'a my ol' banjo, but I wouldn't want ta' disturb y'all. So then I figured, what better time ta' start wakin' up ta' play outside than the crack'a dawn?" He said with a grin.

He was given two blank looks in reply to his idea. "Great." They irritably mumbled in unison, despite their reactions being for two separate reasons.

"You always did like that old thing." Ford commented.

"Still do. Jus' haven't used it since I was a'last at my house." Fiddleford said. He snickered. "I'll bet it's still up beside my couch by the fireplace. Was always a nice, peaceful place ta' sit down and an' play." He added.

"That's interesting." Bill said with with zero interest in the subject. "Speaking of, ya' got a sense of when you'll be going back to live there?" He asked. "In your house?" He asked with less enthusiasm. Ford gave him a look with a slight nudge. Bill scowled.

"Er... It's hard ta' say." McGucket started.

"Is it?" Bill grumbled.

Ford sent him a warning look. "Bill," He hissed. The blonde rolled his eyes.

McGucket just laughed. "Ah, I don' mind," He assured. "I've been well aware i'm overstayin' my welcome." He said, walking past the two and into the kitchen.

Bill watched him pass before looking back at his boyfriend. Ford offered him a scowl. Bill's eyes widened and he put his arms out in front of him. "What?" He whisper-shouted.

"That wasn't very polite." Ford responded.

Bill folded his arms and looked away. "Well neither was him coming up here unexpected!" He hissed. The blonde looked back at the other. "At not even 7 in the morning, I may add." He continued with a scoff. "Besides, it's too early for me to be able to deal with him." He mumbled.

"I'm sure that was your reasoning." Ford replied with a hint of sarcasm, rolling his eyes before turning around to look at what McGucket was up to. Bill too turned.

"What the name of raccoons is this?" Fiddleford asked, looking down at the oddly dressed bagel on the table. He pointed down at it and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yes, that," Ford started. "Bill requested it, so we gave it a go." He said, even though he only saw it as an unhealthy mess.

Fiddleford's eyes were wide. "Well thas' gotta be the most creative breakfast combination I've ever seen." He said with a look of awe.

Bill grinned and looked at Ford. "Creative." He mouthed. "Not so silly after all, huh?" He gloated. Stanford rolled his eyes in reply. Bill walked off into the kitchen and grabbed the plate after seeing the look in McGucket's eyes, not wanting to risk him trying to take it. He went back over to Ford and leaned on the doorframe, taking a bite of the bagel before holding it out towards the other. Ford shook his head without hesitating and held a hand out.

"No, no, i'm alright." He kindly declined.

"You sure?" Bill questioned.

"Quite." Stanford replied.

Bill shrugged. "Suit yourself." He said before shoving half the bagel into his mouth. Ford cringed at the move, but let him have his fun with it. He glanced over at McGucket.

"When Stan gets back, i'd be willing to take you to your home to pick up your instrument." Ford offered.

Fiddleford raised a brow. "He's gone?" He asked, surprised that Stan was up so early in the first place, let alone going out to town. "Maybe he's payin' that Susan a visit." He figured.

"Susan?" Ford questioned for a moment. It didn't take him long to understand who he was referring to. "Oh yes, I know of her." He said. "Stan left for the store." He informed. "Probably on a quest for coffee."

"We're outta' cofffee?" McGucket asked, looking over at the counter with the coffee pot resting atop it. Fiddleford sighed. "Aw shucks. Well if there ain't any coffee fer' an early mornin', I might as well get a couple more hours in." He said with a laugh.

"Good idea," Bill agreed with a nod, grinning. He grabbed hold of his boyfriend's hand and took a step backwards. Ford looked down at their now interlocked hands, but didn't pull away.

McGucket noticed the peculiar behavior and raised an eyebrow. "What, ye' got somethin' goin' on?" He questioned. "Yer' lookin' a little eager fer' somethin' there." He observed, though he assumed him to be regularly energetic early in the morning.

"You have no idea." Bill replied, stepping backwards again. Ford blushed at his response before feeling his arm being tugged back slightly.

"Ah- yes," Ford started, feeling it necessary for him to make input. "Bill had also expressed desire for a-a bath, this morning, with... with bubbles, and now he's wanting to, um, do that. Because that... that's what we were... going to... do." He awkwardly explained.

Bill gave him a blank look after his sad attempt of an explanation. "Ya' nailed it." He blandly said. Ford shot him a scowl.

Fiddleford squinted his eyes. He looked the scientist up, down, and back up again before smug expression. "Alright." He replied before turning away and grabbing a cookie from off the table. Despite scrunching his nose, Ford only blushed harder. What was that supposed to mean?

Bill scoffed and figured he'd spare his boyfriend the embarrassment. "Okay, c'mon Romeo," He beckoned with an eye roll. Ford looked back at him.

"Yes, let's- let's go get you that bath." Ford said, turning around and getting rid of the grip on his wrist.

"You should probably stop talking." Bill stated.

Ford scratched the back of his neck. "Yes, I... suppose you're right." He muttered, his blush still present. He tried not to think about his friend's reaction and they left the kitchen.

Wink wonk? ( ͡o ͜ʖ ͡o)

Let me know if this chapter was a little too much with the suggestive stuff, I can't really tell but I don't wanna make this story rated M, either.

Originally this chapter was going to be longer, but i'm splitting it into two since 1. It's been a while since I've put a new chapter up and 2. Because if I put the second half in, it would be incredibly long. Also because the next chapter has a mix of fluff and more serious stuff, so it's probably best to have another good fluff chapter before anything may occur...

I hope you liked the chapter!