Fiddlestan: more than one kiss
Stan cracked an eye open at the loud squeals of laughter coming down stairs, he grunted in annoyance, there went his nap. He was up now and there was no going back to sleep now. He kicked off the covers and scratched himself in some inappropriate places Ford did not seem to approve of going off of the glare he shot him as they passed each other on the stair well.
Stan only gave him a smug smile in response and Ford shook his head to his brother’s childishness before disappearing into his study.
Walking into the living room, his smile became warmer seeing Fidds playfully pinning their son against the couch blowing raspberries onto his chubby stomach while their daughter Molly peaking over the other side giggling loudly.
“And what’s going on here?” Stan asked making all three of them jump up, Fidds giving him a sheepish smile as he rose off their son who jumped up still giggling.
“Daddy!” Molly proclaimed jumping to her feet and grabbing Stan by the arm and practically dragging him with her (boy his girl had a strong grip for a three-year-old),” Help us beat the cuddle monster at his own game!”
Tate jumped up giggling and ran off the couch leaving his pa defenseless as Stan drew nearer a smug smile on his face that was making Fidds blush deeper as Molly let go of his hand allowing him to pin his boyfriend gently onto the couch.
“What do they teach you kids these days?” he scoffed both of his twins moving to the edge of the couch for a better view of what their father was doing, “The only way to beat a cuddle monster properly is by going straight for the neck.”
A tidal wave of giggles burst from Fidds as Stan began to kiss up and down his neck quickly, lips brushing against his sensitive skin like a feather making Fidds laugh uncontrollably louder, tiny snorts bursting from his mouth as he shoved lightly at his boyfriend who was now blowing raspberries on his ticklish spot.
Their game was abruptly ended by their cranky uncle who had finally fallen asleep when Fidds’s pig like snorts had echoed loud enough to wake him instantly.
Stan remarked to that
with a word that made Fidds cover their toddlers’ ears and shoot a stern glare Stan’s
way. Stan merely shrugged and gave Fidds a debonair grin he knew he always fell
victim to before kissing him on the lips and inviting him to sit on his lap
while they watched TV. Fidds somehow accepted and soon the twins found
themselves on their fathers’ as well. Watching some very bad public access
movies that soon had the entire little family snoring.
(this one is nothing special but I did think it was a cute scenario for the mystery dads AU where Fidds is the father to both Molly and Tate.)