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Giggles: Return to Sender
Oh wow, first big post on the new account. Hope all you silly goobers enjoy!
Wanted to do a more expansive fic with Eddie and Frank as a Ler duo. Listen, the husbands make people nervous, and not in a bad way. Because...well, you'll see. Wally sure did.
Tickles get a touch intense, but no worries! The little guy is a total glutton for it. ---
Eddie knew Frank better than the crowd at large. The only other person who could truly appreciate him was Julie. They had a connection that went straight to the heart. But Eddie knew him well, and knew his moods. Every expression had a meaning. And the one he burst into the post-office with was a highly displeased one.
“That little scoundrel!” Frank spluttered angrily, the door flinging behind him with a wheesh.
Eddie looked up from his box packing to see the irate expression on his husband’s face. “Easy does it there, lovebug” he spoke gently, trying to ease Frank’s temper before it got out of his control. He gently patted the chair he kept next to his desk, it was there in case company stopped by. “Now, tell me what happened?”
Frank took his spot in the chair and began “That little rascal painted my tomatoes blue! And then when I confronted him about it, he made a sly remark of ‘I thought they matched you better that way.’ Oh I could just..” Frank thumped his fists on the table.
But before they could get too worked up, a very gentle hand came down on his back. The large fingers scratched and rubbed soothingly. Frank crossed their arms and dropped their head down on top in a frustrated huff, grumbling irritatedly.
“I’m sorry, darlin’. Yeah, the little guy’s been a bit of a rascal the last couple days…” Eddie said, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. Frank looked up at him, a little surprised “...spooked me good when I delivered his mail yesterday, popped up from behind the fence. Didn’t even notice him, he’s so small” He chuckled, Wally wasn’t normally such a trouble-maker. “I was so caught off guard I dropped my bag, letters everywhere.”
Frank snorted, Eddie too it seemed. They made a growl, their expression still furrowed “Oh I wish I could wipe that smug little grin off his face!”
“Well, I don’t know about that, honeybug. I would hate to do anything mean to the little guy, just maybe return the laugh a lil.” Eddie said gently, trying to maintain some kind of ‘voice of reason’. He had such a patient heart, it took a lot and significantly more malicious intent to get Eddie actually mad at someone.
Frank’s expression suddenly began to shift “Perhaps…” They toyed Eddie’s wording around in their head.
The two met each other’s gaze. A very familiar look crossed their features, as they both connected what the other was thinking. It was a shared smile of mischievous intent, one that consistently sent the others of the neighborhood into a nervous panic. Eddie chuckled and asked “What’s the plan, darlin’?”
Frank’s smirk darkened and he said, leaning back in his chair “Get him over here tomorrow, after your rounds. We’ll give that little rascal something to laugh about.”
Wally merrily made his way down to the post office the next afternoon. He’d gotten a lovely letter from Eddie telling him there was a delivery for him at the office that he needed to pick up personally. It sounded important.
Upon arriving to the large building, he pushed open the door and stepped inside. It was a cool refresher from the summer heat outside, much too warm to even wear his cardigan outside. So he had contended with just the button-down dress shirt.
Quite a surprise to step in and see Frank sitting at Eddie’s desk, reading a book. Their slim, grey fingers flicked the pages as they combed through the material.
“Oh, hello Frank, what are you doing here?” Wally greeted them kindly, approaching the front of the desk.
“Oh I was just waiting for Eddie to get back, with you.” He added the last part, looking up at Wally sharply.
“You aren’t still mad about yesterday, are you Frank?” There was more remorse in his voice than anything. Maybe he really didn’t mean to go so far. But it was too late for regrets now.
“Mad? Oh no, Wally.” Frank spoke, setting their book down. “I’ve a much better idea in mind than being mad at you.” They stood up, a glint in their eye that stirred a familiar sensation in Wally’s belly. Frank only ever got that glint when someone was about to be victim of a very specific type of silliness. It wasn’t ‘safe’ to stay here.
He quickly turned to run, only to be caught bya pair of large arms before he could even get near the door.
“Oh no you don’t!” Eddie said, scooping the little guy up and tossing him over his shoulder. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere you little rascal.”
Wally barely struggled, going limp in Eddie’s grasp. When they reached Frank, he carefully slung Wally off his shoulder and set him on the floor. Clasping him around the middle before he had a chance to dart, pressing his back to Eddie’s chest. Finally, with one hand, Eddie seized both of the smaller hands and lifted them above their owner’s head.
Now that the little puppet was firmly in one spot, Frank came around the desk to join them. He sat down on his knees in front of Wally. Almost uncanny how intimidating Frank could be when you knew he was mad at you. Esspecially when you were caught between him and Eddie. That was a spot nobody ticklish wanted to be in, mostly.
“So, Wally Darling, any last words?” Frank asked, a smug sneer on his face.
“This’ll be your only chance to talk, Walls.” Eddie said, free hand teasing at one of Wally’s ears, causing little snickers to slip out “Because once we start, you’re gonna want to save your breath.”
“And as a preface, all submitted apologies must be paid in the accepted form, in full.”
“What, heehee, quit! What form ihis thahat?”
Frank’s wicked grin never faltered as he raised his hands, gray fingers wriggling in Wally’s direction “Giggles.”
Before Wally could even offer a proper response. The fingers came straight to his armpits, thoughtfully scratching at the space bellow the hollows. The thin dress-shirt did little to guard against the onslaught. Apparently the talking was over.
Wally squealed, distracted and unprepared for the attack. “EEeek! Eeeheeheeheehee, pleaheeHEEHEEheehese, no tihickling!”
“Aw come on, gigglebox.” Eddie said, his voice warm against Wally’s ear “You love being tickled.” His free hand moved down to his sides, fingers digging where his ribs would be. The little artist burst into new peals of laughter, his back slightly arching.
“More upwards, dear heart. The spot below his armpits makes him shriek.” Frank said, matter-of-factually.
Eddie gave a nod, following the instruction. He couldn’t help but smile fondly at how Wally did in fact gave a shriek of tickly shock as promised. Frank’s fingers had wandered upwards to attack the hollows directly. The slender, gray digits digging giggles of the highest pitch out of the sensitive felt.
“PLEAHEEHEEheese! GEEHEEheehee! DON’T! Aaiieeheehehaahaa~! Stohahahp!”
“Not a chance you little scoundrel, you’re done for”
“I hope you’re enjoying the laughs, snicker-doodle!”
Frank and Eddie were both deadly ticklers on their own. But when put together, they were a formidable, terrifying force.
Frank was methodical and precise. He seemed to take every bit of the process as seriously as he did everything else, only with his own devious enjoyment in mind. Every tickle spot was carefully dissected and most effective tactics discovered to ensure maximum ticklishness. Frank operated with this spine-tingling efficiency, only coupled by the fact that his tickle-monster was most easily activated via annoyance.
A tickler who not only found where and what got you laughing the hardest, but also tickled with a vengeance in mind.
Frank’s fingers tweaked and pinched at Wally’s upper sides. Sharp squeaks and shrill squeals poured from Wally’s mouth as he tried to hide his face in one of his arms.
“You see, my love, quick, fast pinching in this area is what’s most effective. Oh and if you notice carefully, he twitches aggressively the further back my hands go. Should I wiggle my fingers right where his back starts, like this, it makes him squirm a good deal, and when I vibrate my fingers rapidly…”
Like a professional at their craft, Frank carefully explained all the little ways to make Wally howl with unparalleled laughter. All while his loving husband carefully followed along, asking clarifying questions a little too happily for Wally’s comfort.
“Hold him tight a moment, I need to fetch something.” Frank said, standing up “Don’t give him any leeway, dear heart.”
“No worries, honeybug, he’s not goin’ nowhere.” Eddie replied, carefully mimicking the way Frank had lightly pinched and prodded up and down Wally’s ribs, one handed in his case. Enjoying the way it made the little guy squeak and squeal with shrill giggles.
Frank, meanwhile, carefully pawed through the second drawer at Eddie’s desk. Taking his time to enjoy the bubbling laughter as he did so. After leisurely finding what he was looking for, he stood up, stretching comfortably. When he made his way back to the duo on the floor, he crossed his arms and leaned forward to address his husband directly.
“Eddie, switch places with me, I’ll take his arms.”
“Alright, lovebug.”
Frank seized Wally’s wrists as they transitioned spots with Eddie. Wally craned his neck to try and see what Frank had grabbed out of Eddie’s desk, only to snap back when the postman settled down in front of him. The gentle, but knowing smile on his face was enough to get the quivers going in Wally’s belly again. He lifted his hands up, wiggling his fingers teasingly, causing a wild fit of giggles. “Haha! I don’t even gotta touch ya to getcha gigglin’, lil fella.”
There wasn’t even an opportunity for Wally to argue before he felt a gentle whisk against his ear. He suddenly knew what Frank had.
“Frank, no not that!” Wally squeaked.
“Oh it’s just a paint brush Wally. Why the fuss,..” Frank said, he had taken Wally’s ascot off and used it to wrap his wrists up, so his hand was free to grasp his fingers “...you love these.” The soft bristles glided across the sensitive surface of Wally’s little palms. The eruption of laughter was fantastic.
While his focus was on Frank, he failed to notice a pair of hands reach towards his sides. It was too late when the fingers began to wiggle against the sides of his belly, causing him to jump. “Such a ticklish little gigglebox.” Eddie cooed.
Eddie’s tickling was as warm and soft as he was. He was always so gentle, wanting his hapless victim to have as much fun as he was having. But he was as methodical and precise as Frank, and he learned quickly. Unlike Frank’s narrow fingers, Eddie had large hands that could span the whole length of Wally’s torso. But how and where Eddie tickled wasn’t the worst part, it was what he said.
“Quite a laugh there, little guy! It really mus’ tickle somethin’ terrible.”
“You’re so soft ‘round the middle, Wally-doll, almos’ too perfect not to tickle! And those cute lil faces you make...you’re jus’ so precious. Jus’ the cutest little guy in the whole neighborhood.”
Eddie’s teases were heart-meltingly sweet. Sugary compliments and saccharine teases, all coated with that honeyed southern drawl that he spoke so effortlessly. His accent had a way of making even the stubborn, blush like blooming roses.
For those sensitive to flattery, it was enough to kill.
“*snort*GOOHOODNESS! YEE*snort*AAHHAHAHAHAHA! STAH-AH*snort*AHHAAHAAHAAHAA~!”
Eddie’s fingers softly dug into Wally’s tummy, while Frank’s brush swirled around his sensitive palms. Both spots were horribly sensitive on their own. Having them both attacked at once was causing the little artist to start to crumble. His thoughts were starting to blur together in one giddy fog.
Eddie arched his back slightly, in a small sign of discomfort. “Back sore, dear heart?”
“Yeah, he’s so little I gotta hunch to reach him, it’s startin’ to kill my back.”
Frank thought carefully as he swished his brush along Wally’s palm. Then, an idea struck him, he looked to Eddie and said “Hang him”
Eddie obviously understood what that meant, somehow. Because he gave a firm nod. He grabbed Wally by the ankles and Frank seized him under the armpits. They hoisted the weary little artist up, and carefully rested his lower legs over Eddie’s shoulder. A firm hand clasped down on his shins, he was going nowhere.
“No too heavy, is he dearest?”
“Oh no, darlin’. He’s awful light actually.”
Frank gave a nod, moving to stand at Wally’s feet. Then he began to undo the laces of his shoes. Poor Wally hadn’t even the strength to wiggle at this point. Once his socks were slipped off, now he was admittedly nervous again.
“F..Frank...pleaheeheese, I’ve...I’ve learned my lesson...honest.” Wally pleaded softly. At the back of his mind however, there was something desperately hoping Frank would ignore him. Something that was utterly and deeply thrilled at being at the mercy of such relentless tickling.
“Good. You can fill us in on what you’ve learned once we’re thoroughly done.” Frank said, matter-of-factually.
It was then that a single finger slid up his left foot from heel to toes. Wally jolted. A jolt that quickly turned into wiggles and giggles when that same foot was suddenly tormented by three scribbling fingers. Then a second hand turned to his right, mimicking the motions.
“GEEHEEHEEHEEHEE *snort, NOHO *snort* PLEAHEEHEEHEESE! AH! NONO! NOTTHETOHOHOES *snort*!”
Wally squealed and squirmed as the slender fingers teased at his wiggling toes. Scribbling at the base and sliding between them to scratch at the soft felt.
“Aww, you got ticklish tootsies, gigglebox?” Eddie teased, a firm grip on Wally’s shins, other hand gently clasps over his abdomen to keep him from getting too wiggly. Mischievously, his fingers began wiggling at the side of Wally’s tummy.
“AIIEE*snort*HAHAHAHA, *snort* EDDHIEHEEHEEHEE! DOHOHON’T! OHHO GOOHOODNESS *snort*, AHHAAHAAHAAHAA, TIHIHICKLES! *snort**snort*”
“His left side is the more ticklish one, dearest.” Frank was a little too smart for his own good more often than not.
After Frank had taken his due time with those wiggly toes, he came back around to stand at Eddie’s shoulder. Comfortably reclining against his husband. “Catch your breath now, because this last stretch will be the worst and there will be no holding back.” This was them holding back?
Wally breathlessly gasped “Bu-but...you’ve gotten..ev-everything.” He was honestly clueless what they had missed. They even got his feet, which usually got out of these attacks unscathed.
“Oh no, not quite.” With a tug, Frank freed the tails of Wally’s dress shirt, letting the fabric gather at his chest, exposing his bare belly.
In an instant, Wally knew exactly what was about to happen “Guys, please, please, please, anywhere but there...I heehee, I am behegging you.”
“Not a chance” Frank said dryly. He raised one hand and reached towards Wally’s trembling tummy. A light tap against the bright red heart in the very center elicited a splutter of giggles. Frank escalated from tapping to very gentle scratching. Wally utterly erupted.
“OHOHO *snort* GOODNESS NOHOHO! *snort**snort* GAHHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAHAA! EEHEEHEEHEE *snort*! PLEAHEEHEEHEESE *snort* NOHOHO! HAAHAA*snort*HAA~!”
“Would you like to get in on this, dear heart? He’s delightfully sensitive.”
“Don’t mind if I do, darlin’.” A second, larger finger joined Frank’s, scratching at the soft velvet tummy heart.
“PLEAHEEHEEHEESE *snort* TOOHOO MUHUCH! NYAA*snort*HAAHAAHAAHAAHAA*snort*! I’M SOHOHORRY!! OH GOOHOODNESS MEHEEHEEHEE *snort* *snort*, IT TIHIHICKLES*snort*!! IT TIHICKLES! BAHAAHAAHAAHAA*snort*! AAHHAAHAAHAA~!”
Wally was an absolute mess at this point. His hair had flown all over the place, his cheeks burned deep red with a blush that had spread to his tummy. All the while, a maddening pulse of tickly sensations was coursing through his system. All sourced from what was honestly the most sensitive part of him. His laugh was impossibly loud and broken up with his silly, honk-like snorts.
After was felt like an agonizing amount of time, a voice spoke “Just a moment, my dearest, there’s something I’m terribly curious to try.” A brief, heavenly moment of relief. Just enough for him to hear an intake of air, right before his own was knocked straight from him via the worst rippling tickles straight on the heart that marked his tummy.
Eddie was darn near stunned to watch Frank blow raspberry after raspberry on Wally’s tummy. Where did they get the idea to do that? They almost never resorted to such ‘silliness’ when tickling.
“Wow, pulling out all the stops are ya, honeydew?” This was a side of them he’d be happy to get used to.
Frank fixed their bowtie and replied “Indeed. I must admit, that is fun. I think I’m starting to understand Barnaby’s enjoyment, for one thing.” Frank shook his head; it was a dark day when he was starting to see eye-to-eye with Barnaby.
“Mind if I get in on the fun, lovebug?”
“Oh be my guest.”
Eddie used his free hand to scoop the weary little artist up in a more reachable position. Frank relished as the renewed, breathless blubbering quickly dissolved into hysterics once again. Wally’s laugh was more wheezes and air at this point. It was starting to enter a sort of delirium.
That’s when they both knew he was done.
Eddie tenderly let him collapse in his arms, cradling him against his chest. Frank undid the ascot at his wrists, neatly folding it on top of the desk. Wally melted into a puddle of hiccuping giggles in Eddie’s arms. His face and belly were bright red, and he seemed pretty witless. He rested his head against Eddie’s chest, letting the heaves and giggles work out of his system.
“Oh...heeheehee...oh I’m...haha...so sore.” He panted, his whole body hurt after such hard laughter, in an exhilarating sort of way.
Eddie gave him a gentle squeeze, his free hand offering deep, soothing rubs to Wally’s aching tummy. This earned an appreciative ‘murr’ from the exhausted artist. “Bet that feels pretty good, huh Walls? You got a big laugh for such a little guy.”
“Certainly do, serves you right for being so sensitive.” Frank said, with the undertone of a tease in his voice. Even so, his fingers combed affectionately through Wally’s hair, the fervent thrashing having utterly uncurled his signature rolled pompadour. This left the explosion of curls and waves that made up his actual hair texture.
Wally nestled comfortably in Eddie’s arms, soaking in the affection and post-tickle delirium. Eddie was so soft and warm, and his arms felt safe and secure. Wally let out a yawn, his eyes felt very heavy and Frank’s fingers playing through his hair was very soothing.
“Oh, biiig yawn. I think someone’s all tuckered out.” Eddie said with a chuckle.
Wally nodded, letting his head rest against his friend’s broad chest, soon drifting off. Eddie held him tight and went to sit down at his desk while Frank collected Wally’s shoes and socks, setting them neatly against the wall. Afterwards he went to take his spot in the chair beside Eddie’s desk.
At this point, Wally had fallen fast asleep, muttering to himself. He looked so at peace.
Frank shook his head, he had quite the charm to him when he wasn’t being a nuisance. They picked up the book they had been reading earlier, flipping back to their spot. They snuck one more look at the other two, Eddie was comfortably settled in his chair, Wally held close to his chest. The little neighbor seemed quite content. Not that Frank could blame him, being held by Eddie was one of those little joys he never took for granted.
Maybe they were a little hard on him. But he was in safe arms until he recovered.