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Summary:

“Can I have one hickey please.” Fez asked the group, smiling innocently. Michael shrugged his shoulders. “Sure, come here.”

Or Michael Kelso gives Fez a hickey.

Notes:

helllloooo been rewatching t7s and obsessed with fez and kelso's dynamic, you telling me they never even kissed? BULLSHIT. heres a short lil thing i wrote i hope u like

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Donna Pincoitti and Eric Forman have been dating for a long time. Last night they were hanging out and Donna gave Eric a huge hickey on the side of his neck, and damn it was obvious. The gang was ragging on him a lot when they saw it; Fez honestly couldn’t take his eyes off of it. Donna liked Eric so much that she wanted to suck his neck? He never had someone like him that much, and it sucked, if he was honest (pun intended). 

 

Eric is talking about God knows what now. Fez never listened to Eric when he talks, he just rambles on and on about his stupid problems. Who even cares anyway? He has one of the hottest girls in Point Place, and he’s complaining about a hickey? Fez wishes he could have a hickey, back at home, before he arrived at Point Place, he may have been a little flirt, but he never had anyone fond over him enough to leave him a mark, or even want to see him in a different light. When he came to Wisconsin, he was hoping that he would get some action, but he’s been here for almost two years, and all he’s got was some make out sessions during school. Fez gets increasingly frustrated, running his hands through his silk-like hair. Maybe he just needs to ask for a hickey, whenever he asks for something, most of the time he gets what he wants. That’s one of the many perks of being Fez, he is a charmer, he can get what he want, just not sexual or romantic things. 

 

Michael, on the other side of the basement, was sucking on a red popsicle that he took from the freezer he was sitting on. He was just minding his business, not really listening to how annoying Eric is being about his stupid hickey. Michael believed men should give the hickeys, not women! Women are angels, and should not think about things so dirty. He loved giving hickeys to girls, he thought it was so beautiful seeing a bruise form on such beautiful skin, and it was all because of him. But, honestly, after seeing Eric’s hickey, Kelso was turned on by the idea of getting a hickey from someone. He wondered how it felt, Jackie, Pam Macy, and all the other girls he’s been with never even kissed near his neck half the time. 



Fez stood up from the Forman’s couch in the basement, moving between Donna and Jackie, putting his hands in a fist, putting them on his hips. “Can I have one hickey please.” Fez asked the group, smiling innocently. Jackie and Donna looked at him with some sort of disgust, it wasn’t a ‘you are so nasty, Fez’ it was more of a ‘oh my god, shut up.’ Fez knew the difference well, he saw it a lot when talking to this group. They both just rolled their eyes, ignoring Fez’s comment. 

 

“Sure, come here.” Said Michael, licking his popsicle from top to bottom, sucking the top of it to get all the flavor out of it as he can. The gang all shift their eyes to Michael, who was studying his popsicle. He looks up to see their looks of confusion and disgust. Michael rolls his eyes, “I’m just trying to be nice, he probably won’t ever get one anyway.” The gang shrugged, and went on to their conversation with Eric. But Michael didn’t pay any attention, he was staring at Fez, whose lips were slightly parted, thinking about what Michael said. Ever since Fez arrived at Point Place, Kelso and him have been insufferably close. When he wasn’t with Jackie, he was with Fez. He loved how the little man thought. His only worries in life is when he will get his next piece of candy, and of course sex. Michael always found Fez attractive, he never understood what Jackie saw, how is Fez ugly? It never made sense to him, but he just ignored it, he didn’t want to start anything again with Jackie. 

 

After about an hour or so, it was later in the day, and they are now sitting in a circle, doing what they usually do. Fez loved this time, he liked getting high, but he mostly loved spending time with his friends. They always laugh at all his jokes, don’t judge him whenever he pulls out some food he had in his pocket, etc. This was some of the many memories he knew he would remember forever. 

 

 It was getting kind of late, they have class in the morning and they all share the first period together, and they have a big test. Not like Michael was going to study anyway, he just likes to get his beauty sleep, he has to get at least seven hours of sleep a night to look as beautiful as he does. Michael stood up from the couch, and said his departing words to the three. 

 

“Oh, Michael, can you take me home? My host family got mad at me last time I walked home this late from Forman’s.” Fez asked. Michael nodded, saying it wasn’t a big deal, he needed company anyway. They walk out of the basement door and up Forman’s stairs, and into Kelso’s van. Once Kelso started the car, Fez became increasingly nervous. He was going to ask Kelso about his offer about the hickey, I mean, he offered! He just doesn’t know how to say it. It has been about 5 minutes of the radio blaring and silence between the two. Kelso knew what Fez was thinking about, he felt like he always knew. Fez was fumbling with the hem of his shirt, and avoiding eye contact with Kelso, and when they did make eye contact, Fez showed an awkward smile and looked away. 

 

Kelso turns onto a side street that he never visits, and parks on the side of the street. As he puts the car in park, he sighs and looks at Fez, who’s anxiety is increasing now that they’re parked. “Kelso,” Fez started. “Are you going to kill me?” He asked half jokingly and half seriously. Kelso just laughed, and shook his head.

 

“No, Fez, I’m about to give you a hickey.” Michael said, unbuckling his seatbelt and turning his body towards Fez, getting more comfortable. 

 

“You were serious?” Fez asked. 

 

“You know I was serious. This is a one time offer, Fez. Maybe again if I enjoy it. But everyone deserves to know what a hickey feels like. And everyone deserves to feel a little bit humiliated when trying to hide it.” He teased Fez. “Is this okay with you, man?” Fez’s mouth was dry. Oh my Goodness, is Kelso really about to give him a fucking hickey right now? But, his racing thoughts did not stop him from nodding his head rapidly, making his hair bounce with it. Michael laughed, and put his hand on Fez’s thigh. “Platonic hickey?” Michael joked, and Fez just laughed nervously. He wants this, that’s for sure, he’s just so nervous, he doesn’t know what to expect. 



Fez shifted his body to face Kelso, their knees touching only slightly. Kelso slowly put his hands on Fez’s shoulders, feeling Fez shudder from the touch. Fez hasn’t felt any touch like this in such a long time, just Michael touching him makes him go insane. Fez sees Michael lean in closer, looking at Fez’s neck, and then back to Fez’s eyes. Michael brushes his lips onto Fez’s neck ever so lightly, making Fez’s heart beat faster than it has ever before. Just then, Michael uses the tip of his tongue to lick a little section of his neck, sucking on it just a little bit, just to give Fez a little taste of what’s in store. Fez, as just an instinct, put his hands on Michael’s hips, their legs entwining, making them even closer than ever. They pull each other closer, Fez extending his neck out to show more flesh for Michael. Michael sucked his neck a little harder this time, getting a little squeak from Fez, which was almost immediately he covered up by shutting his mouth abruptly. 

 

“Don’t worry, Fez,” Michael whispered onto Fez’s neck. “No one can hear.” he assures Fez, resuming making a bruise on Fez’s neck. Michael sucked a little harder this time, his hands are now behind Fez’s head, Michael was tucking on the ends of his hair. Fez rolled his eyes in the back of his head, closing his eyes and leaning his head back farther, his neck going to snap if he went any further. It hurt at some points, I mean, Michael is making a bruise on his neck, it will hurt a little at least, but those moments of pleasure, Fez couldn’t even believe that he never felt this before. Michael was sucking pretty hard, like Fez’s neck was his popsicle, and Michael knew Fez liked it, because he was gripping Michael's shirt, tugging on it whenever Michael did something Fez liked. Michael’s hand slowly shifted from Fez’s hair to his upper thigh, rubbing it slowly, just barely missing Fez’s private area. That made Fez lose his mind, he now understands why Michael is so irresistible. He knew exactly what to do.

 

Michael detached his head from Fez’s neck, admiring the bruise he just made on his skin, brushing his fingers on the fresh, wet bruise. Michael shifted to the other side of Fez’s neck, going up closer to his jawline and ear. 

 

“Are you enjoying this?” Michael growled softly in Fez’s ear, not letting Fez respond before he sucked on his skin roughly, causing Fez to yelp. Michael decided to let Fez off easy, only giving him a faint bruise on this side. Michael finally pulled away from Fez, looking at him in his eyes. Fez was panting, he had a stupid little grin on his face, looking all dazed.

 

“You good?” Michael broke the silence, putting both of his hands on Fez’s thigh. Fez just nodded, running his hands through his hair, fixing it. 

 

“Thanks, Michael.” Fez said quietly, making Kelso grin at the state Fez is in. He made Fez this way, made him weak, made him horny (he can tell), made him smile. Damn, Michael really was the hottest person in Point Place. 

 

“No problem, man. I’m here for you if you need me.” Michael winked, and looked down at Fez’s lower problem, and then back at Fez, who was embarrassed by his excitement. Michael shifted his body back to his steering wheel, putting his car in drive, and drove to Fez’s place. The car ride was silent, but in a good way, he knew Fez was thinking about what just happened, because his bulge was growing, and his cheeks were so red. When they arrived at Fez’s place, they said their goodbyes, and Fez pretty much ran to the door and to his bedroom, trying to avoid his host parent’s comments when he walked in his house, asking him where he’s been.

 


 

It was the next day, and Fez was wearing a turtleneck, having a smile on his face all day. No one asked him about why he was wearing a turtleneck, I mean, he wears them often so he supposed it wasn’t abnormal like it would be with Eric. But, once they went to Eric’s basement, it was so hot in there, Fez asked if he could borrow one of Eric’s shirts. Eric of course said yes, rushing to grab Fez his yellow and green shirt. When he took off his sweater in the bathroom and put on Eric’s shirt, he was looking at himself in the mirror, staring at the bruises that were left from the night before.

 

When he walked back down to the basement, he sat in the lawn chair, watching Gilligian’s Island, when he felt eyes all on him. “What?” He asked innocently, but he knew exactly what they were looking at. 

 

“Fez, is that a hickey?” Donna asked, a smile plastered on her face. 

 

“Yes, so?” He said, shifting his eyes back to the TV.

 

“Who gave it to you, man?!” Eric yelled, getting up from the couch, and went closer to Fez’s neck to inspect the bruise. “DId you do this yourself? That’s impressive.” Eric teased, hitting Fez’s back playfully. 

 

“No, I didn’t give it to myself, and I won’t say who gave it to me.” He said confidently, crossing his arms. 

 

Michael was doing the same thing as he was doing yesterday, sitting in Eric's freezer sucking on a purple popsicle. This time, he didn’t take his eyes off of Fez, or the bruises he made. When Fez made eye contact with Kelso, Kelso just smirked, sticking his tongue out to lick off the melted syrup that was going down the popsicle. Michael just smirked at Fez, looking back to the TV, but thinking about what he could do to Fez next. He loves this power he has.