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It had been about two weeks since Giggles died, and Chatterbox was out wandering the streets of Los Santos looking for a way to distract himself. He wanted to drink again (as usual) but he had promised several important people in his life that he was going to slow down a bit on the amount he consumed. None of those people were around right now, so Chatterbox desperately wanted to steal a car and drive up to the Yellow Jack so he could drown his feelings in a fiery ocean of whiskey.
Before he committed to that idea, he noticed a tattoo and piercing parlour across the street and it gave him an idea. A better way to inflict pain on himself, but in a more supervised manor. It was better than binge drinking… he thought as he made the snap decision to walk over. Before he went inside, he ducked into the alleyway next door and took off his mask, suit jacket and button up shirt, leaving him in only the black tank top he had on underneath and his pinstripe slacks. He had an idea for what he wanted and he didn’t want anyone to know it was him getting it so he dealt with the anxiety of going maskless for as long as this took.
Clearing his throat as he stepped in, his eyes surveyed the space nervously. There were flash designs covering the walls, each one rapidly drawing his eye. The room was filled with a constant buzzing that made his skin itch, solidifying his decision to get a piercing instead of a yucking tattoo. He approached the display case filled with shiny jewelery, dazzling under the light. The heavily tattooed receptionist with bright red hair greeted him, asking if he had an appointment or was a walk in.
“Uhhh a walk in, I’m looking to get a piercing?” As he spoke, he realized how out of his depth he was but pushed on, hoping his voice didn’t shake too much.
“Great!” The receptionist chirped, “What were you thinking of getting?”
“A tongue piercing,” Chatterbox replied, he was fully committed now.
“Great! I just need you to fill out this form here and then we can take a look at some jewelry! I’m Tiene by the way, but you can call me T, I’m one of the piercers here so after you decide I can take you into the back to get that done!” Chatterbox responded with a nod, distracted by filling out the form. He put down his real name, thankful that no one else in the city knew it so he wouldn’t be found out.
After he picked out a simple silver barbell for jewelry, T took him back to a small, clean room with a black adjustable chair in the middle. “Alright, just sit back in that chair and we’ll get started, I’ll walk you through everything as we go.”
The process was surprisingly quick. He had never had another person handle his tongue like this before; he was so distracted by the absurdity of it all that the needle didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would. He’d been hurt way worse in his day to day life, completely numb to the pain by now. The sharp, pinpointed jab was almost welcoming, it made him feel alive again.
~
Chatterbox fiddled with the metal bar in his mouth as he thought. It had been over a year since he got it and he hated to admit that it had been a fantastic decision to get. Sure, healing it sucked yuck but once it was fully healed it became a constant personal reminder of his resilience, his perseverance through grief. It satisfied other needs for him as well. It became a fidget toy he could play with without anyone else knowing, and for better or for worse, it made him realize how much of an oral fixation he had. Since he was a kid he was always sticking things in his mouth or biting his lips. This piercing helped him deal with that bad habit and was probably forming some new ones as he was constantly playing with it.
The other clowns were still none the wiser to it, his constant masking keeping them from seeing his face at all. It was fun having a secret, a silly one that had no actual bearing on anything, just something nice he did for himself one time.
~
He didn’t bother telling Ray Mond about it when they started the whole fake-dating-turned-into-real-dating ordeal so it was quite a shock to her the first time they made out. It was just after they had made it official, Chatterbox was hanging out with her at the Gworls house as she was trying to sort out some of the drama by herself. They were tucked away from prying eyes in a corner of the secret room. Ray sat on his lap due to the lack of space. One thing led to another and they were soon kissing deeply, both of them humming in pleasure against each other’s lips. Ray’s tongue swiped along his bottom lip, asking for entrance into his mouth. As her tongue brushed against his, she gasped, pulling back from him in surprise.
“Since when did you have a tongue piercing?!” Ray asked in disbelief. She knew he was not the biggest fan of needles so finding a metal bar through his tongue was understandably quite shocking for her. Chatterbox chuckled as his hands slipped up her waist.
“I’ve had it for a couple years now—“
“YEARS?!?! Why have you never mentioned it before?!”
“Because I’ve never told anyone about it, the mask always kept it hidden. I forgot to!”
“I thought you didn’t like needles.” She remembered him screaming in the hospital one time they tried to give him a few shots after a particularly bad injury (typical clown bullyuck).
“I don’t like needles yeah, but I got it to distract myself after, uh, Giggles died,” he awkwardly tugged on his ear, “but I ended up really liking it so I’ve kept it in ever since.”
“That’s… wow I had no idea, I’m—“ Ray was cut off by the sound of someone coming down the stairs. She quickly jumped off of him and they adjusted themselves so they looked less suspicious as April walked in.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” She teased and Ray blushed deeply from getting so obviously caught by her best friend.
~
He and Ray didn’t discuss his piercing again after they had gotten interrupted at the Gworls house. Chatterbox could tell Ray was fond of it though, always running her tongue against it when they kissed. When their relationship had progressed to them having sex, Chatterbox was intrigued by the idea of going down on her. He wanted to do it so badly, but he was still new to this whole sex thing, so he was still too nervous to try or bring it up. The thought of the metal bar gliding against her skin made him weak in the knees. He needed to do this, for yucks sake.
One night the couple finally had the funhouse to themselves, no other clowns around to bother them. The two of them were wrestling on the floor, a silly argument turned into a friendly physical brawl (as it usually did between the two). As they tussled on the floor, things quickly got heated, fighting turned into foreplay. As they grinded against each other, they were still trying to pin the other down so they ended up in some quite precarious positions. They pulled off each other’s clothing, not caring if anything ripped as the wrestling match continued. At one point, Ray tried to run away, slipping from his grasp and giggling as she ran across the room to the other end of the couch from him. She was only in her underwear, the black thong making him dizzy as he palmed himself in his boxers before chasing after her. He was a lot faster than her, so it wasn’t much work for Chatterbox to catch her, pushing her body against the arm of the couch. They kissed feverishly, their tongues dancing against each other as they moaned into each other’s mouths. The wrestling had left them panting, now desperate for one another.
Just as Chatterbox finally thought Ray was giving up on the fight, she hopped back onto the arm of the couch to try and wiggle away. The friction between them from the movement made them both gasp. Chatterbox used the distraction as an opportunity to push her back onto the couch so her shoulders and head were resting on it, her hips still propped up on the arm This new position made them both pause, staring at each other a new level of desire as he press himself against her. Ray lifted her legs up so she was nearly folded in half, giving Chatterbox an even better view than he had already. He remembered his earlier desire to eat her out and decided there was no better time than the present, especially when she was positioned so well for it right now.
He peeled her soaked panties to the side, glancing up at her again to make sure she was okay with this. She nodded and smiled while biting her lower lip, she loved seeing him be more confident with this type of thing. Taking a deep breath, intoxicated by the scent of her need, he dived in, dragging his tongue over her wet folds. The noise Ray let out was sinful, encouraging Chatterbox to continue. He alternated between long licks of the heat between her legs and focusing on dragging the metal ball in his mouth over her clit as much as he could. Ray turned into a whimpering mess under his tongue, shaking from both pleasure and holding herself in this position. The feeling of solid metal along with the softness of his tongue drove her to the edge almost immediately. When his tongue briefly dipped inside her, something within her snapped and she came harder than she ever had before. She yelled out Chatterbox’s name, her whole body writhing in pleasure. Chatterbox wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her there and to ensure she wouldn’t slip off the couch as she came down from her high. He pulled her back up to him by her arms, her body still somewhat jello as he held her steady.
“That was…holy fuck, what the fuck?” Ray stuttered out, still recovering from her orgasm. Chatterbox laughed at how cute she was, placing kisses all over her face.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” Chatterbox smiled at her before he carefully placed her down to lay on the couch properly, climbing in between her legs when she wouldn’t let go of him. “Round two?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. Ray answered by wrapping her fingers around him, positioning him right where she wanted.
“Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow, Chatty .”
Never one to back down from a challenge, he pushed into her all at once, his jaw going slack from how incredible she felt around him. He stayed still for a second as she pulled him in for a messy kiss, their tongues battling for dominance. After a moment passed of him grinding his hips into her so they could both adjust, he started fucking her properly. The room filled with the sounds of slapping skin and their shared moans as he pounded into her.
“Chatty—fuck ahh please don’t stop,” she moaned out, “you feel so fucking good.”
Chatterbox leaned down to drag his tongue over her nipple, the metal piercing flicking over it in a way that made her moans turn into screams. Seeing her turn into such a gorgeous mess underneath him fueled the fire within him. He quickly reached his own orgasm, thrusting deep into her for his release. She followed shortly after with her second orgasm of the night, tears forming in her eyes from how good she felt.
“You’re amazing Ray,” Chatterbox whispered to her, wiping away a tear that slipped down her cheek. Coming down from her high, she looked up at him, her eyes filled with adoration and that mischievous glimmer that always made him slightly nervous. “What, baby?”
“ You’re amazing, Chatty. You and that fucking metal through your tongue. I wish I had a time machine so I could go back and thank the version of you that made the decision to get it.”
They both broke down in a fit of giggles after that, eventually getting off the couch to get cleaned up and head to bed.
~BONUS SCENE~
Chatterbox’s tongue piercing became their little secret, Ray loving it just as much—if not more—than he did. One day, the couple and a few of the clowns were hanging out near Legion Square and the topic of tattoos and piercings came up in conversation. Ray turned to Chatterbox, intending for only her boyfriend to hear as she said,
“Maybe I should get a tongue piercing like you, mmm?” She winked at him.
“I’m sorry, what?!” Kirk yelled from across the circle. “You’re gonna need to to repeat that Hiccups, did you say Chatty had a tongue piercin’?” All of the other clowns were looking at them now as Ray blushed deeply, she didn’t mean for them to hear. Chatterbox shrugged nonchalantly, keeping his cool.
“Yeah Kirk, I’ve had one for years now—“
“Bullshit.” Kirk cut him off, I don’t believe that fer a–”. Chatterbox shocked all of them by lifting the bottom of his mask up just enough that his mouth was exposed and showed them all the gleaming metal in his mouth. They all gawked at him, eyes wide under their masks. None of them knew how to process what they were seeing and it was a moment before anyone spoke. Sooty was the one to break the silence,
“Well, I’m sure Cups loves that!” The couple laughed at everyone’s disgust, obviously not denying the claim.