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Things in the QSMP had been going well, at least to Jschlatt’s standards. Yes, Katie was a pain in his ass, but even she was starting to grow on him. The island was thriving, businesses were growing, and Schaltt was calm…mostly.
Something was nagging at him, a strange, familiar feeling, almost like…
“Hey.”
Schlatt’s thoughts were cut off by a small voice coming through his walkie-talkie. He grabbed the device from his pocket and held it up to his mouth, pressing the button to speak,
“Hey, Quackity…did you need something?”
“Where are you, sweetheart?”
Schaltt paused, pulling the walkie away from his ear. He could feel a light blush creeping up his neck, but he brushed it off. That’s just how Quackity was, right?
Schaltt sighed before responding, “Looking for spruce, since you didn’t want to.”
There was a brief pause on the other end before a response came through, Quackity’s voice carrying a playful tone.
“You didn’t care to communicate, that’s why I didn’t get it.”
Schaltt took a long drag of his cigarette before responding, annoyed.
“Listen, I’ve had a shit day, and I really don’t want to hear it.”
“Can I do anything to make your day better? Unlike you, I don’t hold grudges.” Schlatt could hear Quackity’s shit-eating grin through the walkie, which would have normally pissed him off, but…Did he mean it? Did he truly want to help Schlatt?
His mind started racing, images of the things he wanted to do to Quackity to blow off some steam flashing through his mind. His cheeks heated up as he tried to find the right words to respond.
“Some spruce would be nice.” Schaltt responded, though the wood was the last thing on his mind as he quickly changed gears, directing his boat back towards the island.
“I can get that for you, boss.”
“Boss.” What a simple word, a harmless one at that, but it only made Schaltt want to get to the island faster.
“No need.” Schaltt responded through gritted teeth, not caring about the obvious lust in his voice. “Stay on the island, I’ll be there soon.” He tossed the walkie aside, not waiting for a response.
………………………………………………
Schlatt arrived in record time, given his small rickety boat. He walked right past Katie and her shenanigans, not even giving her a second glance as he rushed across the island, finding Quackity chopping down a spruce tree.
Quackity turned, smiling, “Oh hey, I was just getting that woo-”
Schlatt grabbed his arm, not giving him a chance to finish as he dragged him towards his house.
“Hey man, what the hell??” Quackity complained, though he wasn't doing much to actually stop Schaltt.
Schlatt didn’t answer, he just dragged Quackity inside of his house, locking the door behind him. He wasted no time pinning the other man against the wall, pressing their noses together.
“Schlatt…” Quackity breathed softly, their breaths mixing together.
That was all Schlatt needed.
He urgently pressed his lips against Quackity’s, His hands dropped down to his hips to press their bodies together. Quackity eagerly returned the kiss, which quickly dissolved into a sloppy make out as hands searched each other's bodies.
Jschlatt pulled away slightly, tugging at Quackity’s shirt.
“Off.” He growled, and Quackity happily obliged.
“You too.” He whispered, kissing the taller man's neck.
Schlatt shivered, tugging his own shirt off. Cold hands eagerly explored hot bodies, Quackity sucking Schaltt’s neck, pulling hoarse groans from the taller man’s throat.
Schlatt grabbed Quackity’s hips, grinding their hips together harshly. Quackity moaned, his eyes fluttering closed.
However, Schaltt quickly pulled away, leaving Quackity groaning softly.
“Get on the bed.” Schlatt snarled, expecting nothing but obedience.
Quackity, however, was never one to be easy.
“Make me.” He smirked, daring to meet the taller man's gaze.
Schlatt wasn’t having it.
He grabbed Quackity like he weighed nothing, making the shorter man gasp as he was roughly tossed and pinned onto the bed, Schlatt grinding against him almost painfully.
“Ah- Schlatt-” Quackity moaned, his back arching off the bed.
Schlatt didn’t slow down, reaching up to harshly tug at Quackity’s hair. “Brats don’t get special treatment.”
Quackity yelped, squirming against the mattress.
“Please…” He moaned, gazing up with needy eyes.
Normally, Schlatt wouldn’t give in, but he was too hard, too desperate to get off, so he leaned back and quickly removed both of their pants and boxers. He leaned over Quackity, pushing two fingers past the smaller man's lips. Quackity wordlessly took the fingers into his mouth, sucking on them lewdly while maintaining eye contact with the taller man.
Schlatt pressed his fingers against Quackity’s tongue, making the man moan before pulling his now-slick fingers away, smirking.
“You were such a brat a few minutes ago, what happened?” Schaltt tilted his head mockingly, not giving Quackity a chance to respond before flipping him onto his stomach.
“Ah-!” Quackity gasped, lifting his hips eagerly. “You’re my boss, I have to do what you say.”
There was that word again, “Boss.” It was so simple, but it sounded so much sweeter when it came from Quackity. Just hearing the word made Schaltt’s cock twitch.
The taller man wasted no time pressing two fingers against Quackity’s entrance, making the smaller man squirm as he pushed past the tight muscle, groaning softly.
“Fuck…” Quackity moaned against the mattress as Schaltt began slowly pumping his fingers in and out of him, fingers brushing against his prostate with every thrust. Quackity was already so close.
“Wait- ah-” Quackity groaned, squirming, “I don’t want to finish like this..”
Schaltt didn’t either. He growled under his breath, pulling out his fingers and grabbing his cock, lining it up with Quackity’s entrance and pushing in with one harsh thrust, not stopping until he bottomed out.
Quackity cried out, his nails digging into the mattress, legs shaking as he took the man's cock. They both stayed still for a moment, panting softly as they adjusted.
“You can move now.” Quackity glanced back at Schaltt, his voice playful yet dripping with lust.
Schlatt snarled before setting a brutal pace, slamming his cock in and out of Quackity, hitting his prostate harshly. Quackity practically yelled out with pleasure, his face buried in the mattress to muffle his noises.
“I want to hear you.” Schlatt groaned, grasping at Quackity’s hair and pulling his head up, The smaller man's loud moans and pleads filling the room.
“Schlatt-! ah- please-!” Quackity moaned, arching his back. He was clearly already close.
Schlatt growled, reaching down to wrap his hand around Quackity’s neglected cock, pumping in time with his brutal thrusts.
A few pumps was all it took to break Quackity. He came hard with a loud moan, his nails digging into the sheets. That sight alone was enough to finish Schlatt off, who came with a shout buried inside of the smaller man.
Schlatt collapsed against Quackity, both men panting heavily as they came down from their highs.
“Was it because I called you boss?” Quackity whispered after a moment, smirking.
Schlatt’s cheeks turned bright red, had he really been so obvious about the effect that title had on him?
“Yeah…but keep it on the down low.” Schlatt chuckled as he slowly pulled out of Quackity, collapsing onto the bed beside the other.
Both men sighed, exhausted. “Don’t you need to gather spruce?” Quackity asked as he pressed himself against Schaltt’s side.
Schlatt was never one for physical affection, and he could tell Quackity was trying to distract him by asking him a question, but for once, he let his slide.
“Nah…I’m too worn out after that.” Schlatt leaned against the pillows, slowly wrapping an arm around Quackity.
Both men smiled, slowly settling against each other and falling asleep.