laugh it off

finn vaughn – twenty nine – oncologist –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

[finnxvaughn]

milocxllum:

Milo smiled, “Years of practice. I’d punch everyone that talked shit on me as soon as I graduated high school. This queer could punch, that’s for sure.” He turned a little more, trying to ease the pressure on his side. He had plenty of concerns regarding this subject, but none of it was ever negative to actually raising the children. He wanted to – that was obvious. “I do too, Finn. But…” he trailed off, rolling onto his back as well as he looked up at the ceiling. Milo was twenty six, Finn was twenty-nine. He almost felt like he was playing catch up with Finn’s life. “What if I’m not home enough, you know? The last thing I need is my kid’s asking you ‘who’s that’ whenever I come home.” Milo played with the hem of his shirt, “Both. One of each.”

“I bet they never messed with you again,” Finn assumed gently, letting his head loll to face Milo’s profile. He watched how his features dimmed in their discussion and Finn was taken aback by the amount of thought he seemed to have given this conversation. “What is it?” he nudged lightly, hearing Milo’s voice trail away. Breathing softly, Finn nodded with an understanding that resonated deeply in his chest. He propped himself up on his elbows and laid a hand gently on Milo’s stomach, fingers light as he knew there was bruise underneath. “I know everything has taken off recently,” he began, referring to Milo’s career. He wasn’t blind to even the way countless people in the marine center were stealing looks at the famous man beside him. “But you’ve still made so much time for me, for our life. I know you would do the same for a kid, if we had one. They wouldn’t forget who you are.” Finn hovered for a moment, trying to determine whether his assurances had made a difference. He listened to Milo’s answer and it was subconscious the way a smile tugged at his lips. “Alright then.” 

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david-corvin:

“Right, just make sure to bring me back or something. Use a jellyfish, shock me to life. Natalie Portman’s still in this world, I’m not ready to move on.” David grinned lazily, keeping his attention on the doctor as opposed to the silvery schools of fish that drifted by. “Yeah, but most of the time we got too fucked so we just went tubing. First big win, we took the whole team up.” His expression was fond, “I haven’t been yet this year, but I guess we’ve got enough snow to make up for it.” He snorted, “I used to split my time between here and Atlanta, it’s almost not worth the commute anymore.”

Finn laughed heartily, his attention still on the cuts as he worked. “Natalie Portman. Really? Interesting choice, Dave...” he teased, truly indifferent as he worked to spark a debate nonetheless. “I haven’t been tubing either. Man, I gotta step up. You’re making me sound so boring.” Finn let his eyes flick up to furrow his brow. “Team? What sport do you play?” he asked before continuing to the scrapes on David’s forehead. “I was just in Atlanta the other day. Went to club downtown, but, shit, it’s far and the traffic sucks. I’m with you. I think I’ll just stay in Westbrook.”  

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milocxllum:

Milo rolled his eyes, but he smiled anyway. Finn always had a way of making him smile. “Twitter fight? I’d own her in a heartbeat. She may have a few million on her side, but I triple her number, easily.” He couldn’t help but laugh, trying to push away the ice pack from his face, “Jesus. I’m okay – still pretty. Lots of makeup for my concert next week, though. I got three in a row. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I’ll just say that they should see the other fucker.” Milo ran a hand over his face, sighing, “A letterman jacket? Cute. I’ll wear it on stage.” He grinned and propped himself up on his elbow, “You want kids, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but her fans are feisty and a lot of them are, like, preteens. You know they’re actually insane, so I’m not sure if your middle-aged women stand a chance,” Finn teased him, his words transparent in their lie, for he knew that Milo’s music had reached every demographic possible. “You aren’t kidding. The other fucker was wrecked. Where’d you learn how to punch like that?” Finn asked, continuing their doctor vs. reluctant patient game by pushing Milo’s hand away from the injuries on his face. “I don’t think it’ll fit. I was so scrawny in high school,” he laughed, knowing Milo was joking, but playing along nonetheless. Finn laid on his back then, a hand resting on his chest when he looked up at the ceiling, thoughtfully. “I do.” He’d never said so aloud before. “I’m terrified I’ll screw them up, but I guess that’s just part of it. But I want to have kids with you. I think we could do it together.” As romantic or sappy or whatever else his words were, Finn relayed them with a matter of factness, thoroughly convinced that he could never raise a child alone, that he’d need the man beside him to do so. After a moment, he finally took his gaze away from the ceiling, smiling just enough. “Would you want a son? Or a daughter?” 

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dakotacallum:

He had a nice smile, the brunette noted, drawing dark brows in as she tried to place the familiarity in his features. It was when he spoke his name that her own mouth stretched into some semblance of a smile; despite how the corners of the expression were gnawed at by anxiety. Dakota followed him out of the way, tucking her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “I haven’t seen one of his shows in years,” she admitted, casting her gaze up at Finn, before allowing herself a laugh. “I was starting to wonder if he had made you up.”

“It’s pretty crazy, isn’t it?” he referenced the show, letting his eyes float onto the chaos, rather than Dakota, not wanting to overwhelm her. Finn picked up on the anxiousness she emanated, knowing the hazy, jarring feeling all too well himself. He brought a hand across his chest, pinning it lazily to the back of his neck.”I could say the same about you,” Finn returned lightly. He affirmed then what he expected, his gaze finding the similarities in appearance that Milo and his sister shared. “That’d be an insane publicity stunt, a fake sister,” he joked. “Can I get you anything? I could maybe track down some drinks or somewhere for us to sit while we wait or something?”

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katrinaunger:

Katrina’s vision adjusted in the low light and she tilted her head, trying to place features that she was sure that she recognized. The first thing that she noted, however, was the apparel. “Are you a nurse?” Meanly, a snicker rose in her throat, quelled by a pull of her cigarette. “Is someone planning on having a stroke later tonight? Shit, I hope it’s not me, usually I’m good with strobe lights.” The brunette shifted on the couch, plucking a badge from her chest and holding it in view. “I’m Kat, Milo’s friend.”

Finn perched his hands on his hips, his next outfit folded against his arm and his side. He scrunched his features in disapproval for the condescension resting in her voice. Scoffing lightly, he arched an eyebrow, his joke prepped behind pressed lips. “Yeah, I’m just here in case Milo stubs a toe. If you have a stroke, you’re on your own.” Finn stepped closer to Kat and her proof that she hadn’t snuck in, recognizing her name and lifting his chin. “Oh, you’re Kat.” He wasn’t wearing a badge. Though he’d never brag aloud, his eyes shared the fact that he didn’t need one anymore. Anyone who worked for Milo let his familiar face slide right in. “I’m Finn, MIlo’s boyfriend. It’s nice to meet you.” 

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david-corvin:

“Hiya doc,” David returned, crossing long legs from his spot on the ground. “Do I let you know when I start seeing a bright light, or should I keep that to myself?” He didn’t mind being doted on, the dark haired man that fluttered around was shockingly nice, in a way that seemed genuine. It occurred to David that there were actually people who enjoyed their jobs, who liked getting up in the morning and helping others. He left the shirt as it was, glad for a barrier between bare flesh and the cold air of the aquarium, holding steady as the doctor’s hands investigated the cuts that were left. “I was born here,” the blonde answered easily, “Those of us that aren’t still here, are in Colorado or Atlanta.” David lifted the shoulder that wasn’t being fussed with, “We used to do winters in Denver, I’m used to snow.”

“A heads up would be nice, but, I mean, no pressure,” Finn countered, his smile still light as it paired with his deadpanned tone of voice. The room was a shuffle of whispers and reluctance and its energy had left Finn stir crazy. Perhaps that was why he’d offered help to the man who hadn’t asked for it, or, maybe, it did speak to Finn’s passion for his job. Either way, he was content to tend to David’s injuries, enjoying his company, despite the strange circumstances. “Never been to Colorado,” he admitted, switching his focus to another cut. “But it looks amazing. Did you ski there?” His work was diligent, accurate as he moved across the length of David’s arms. “I just moved here, to Westbrook, about four months ago. I like it so far, but I was right in Atlanta before this, so being in the suburbs, or whatever, that’s been an adjustment. Definitely no shortage of entertainment around here though,” Finn pointed out in vague reference to Alexis Hawthorne’s news cycle, unaware of the list that held David’s name in its lines. 

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dakotacallum:

@finnxvaughn

Milo kept inviting her to shows and tonight was the first time that Dakota made good on his offer, arriving in a silk slip and doc martens, stomping onto the scene with wide eyes and hunched shoulders. She’d told her brother to go ahead, that she’d find him when he got there, but now that she had arrived, it seemed like a Herculean task– people rushed by her with their hands laden with props and headphones and instruments; the brunette occupied her own by twisting the silver of her necklace in her grip. A tap of a hand on her bare shoulder made her jump, startled when she faced the man behind her. “I have a pass, I swear. I’m Milo’s sister, I’m just looking for him.”

“I know,” Finn assured her gently. Bring his hand back to his side, he paused, thrilled to meet another piece of Milo’s life. His everyday smile intensified when he spoke again. “Dakota? I’m Finn. It’s so nice to finally meet you.” Her tossed demeanor made a great deal of sense to him, still unaccustomed to the hectic nature of backstage, even after over a year of trial. “Uh, here, follow me this way. It’s a little less crazy.” He suggested carefully, starting towards a more secluded corner, far out of the warpath. “Milo’s getting his hair done back in the dressing rooms, of course,” Finn lovingly rolled his eyes. “But he sent me to find you.” 

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katrinaunger:

@finnxvaughn

Lounging backstage was almost preferable to being in the mosh pit, Katrina’s long legs crossed as she lay backwards on the cracked leather couch and a cigarette trailed ash from her extended hand. Hazel eyes were closed and her heart seemed to beat in the same tempo as the bass, making her lips curve before she took another drag. In another life, she could have seen herself being quite happy as a roadie, travelling from one venue to the next, living off of nothing but gas station food and the music. The brunette was content to stay where she was for the duration of the show, when the closing of the door prompted her to sit up, blinking to see who had disturbed her reverie. 

“Hey, this is supposed to be private.”

It was so surreal to see the masses that came to Milo’s concerts, each screaming attendee clinging to a love for him that was, to them, just as real, just as layered as Finn’s. Then to be the one who got to go home with the rockstar afterwards. It never ceased to be anything less than dreamlike. He had kissed Milo good luck before slipping backstage. Finn had come from work so he still wore his scrubs. He was going to change before heading to the side of the stage to watch the show. “Uh, yeah,” he chuckled slightly, raking a hand through his hair. “That’s why I’m back here. Who are you?” 

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david-corvin:

David looked down at the other man, assessing his stature and his tone before relenting. “Splash a little vodka on it, it should be okay.” He was used to being patched up; he was never very good at taking care of himself when it came to getting scraped up. On the field, there was always someone with long lashes and a push up bra to press ice to his hurts. This doctor, Finn, he didn’t entirely fit the bill but the blonde lifted a shoulder; one didn’t look gift horses in the mouth. “I’m David–” before he could finish, he was already abandoned, left to grumble as he found a seat. When Finn returned, David had scrounged up a bottle of water and was sipping at it, legs crossed at the ankles. “Should I take my shirt off, or will that be too distracting?”

Finn unwrapped several pieces of gauze, disinfectant in his other hand when he sat down in the next seat. “Hi David,” he greeted once he had returned, careful to assure the stranger that he had heard his introduction. “I’ll just take a few minutes, alright? But I mean, do you have somewhere else to be?” he joked, nodding towards their disliked and forced surroundings. Finn smirked when David posed his question, grateful for his lightheartedness. “Please, I’m a professional,” he teased back, a slight eye roll his indicator before he looked to examine the cuts on David’s skin, knowing none of the glass had made its way through the fabric of his shirt. He wetted a piece of gauze and pressed it to a more significant laceration. “This is fucking nuts. I’m from New York. I never thought I’d see a storm like this down here. You have family here?” he orchestrated his small talk, a slight smile reassurance that he really cared to hear the answer. 

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milocxllum:

“Damn, I gotta meet the parents? I figured that should’ve been done months ago, but okay.” Milo gave a small smile, thinking about his parents out in Brooklyn. “Maia is psycho. I swear if you put me next to her on the plane, one of us will get thrown off. And it won’t be the grammy winning singer.” Milo sighed a little, moving one of the ice packs off of his chest so he could finally be comfortable. “You played sports? You must’ve been terrible,” he laughed, wheezing a little to try and ease the pain. “Jesus. I can just imagine. Finn Vaughn, playing sports. Yikes.” He leaned his head onto his hand as he moved more onto his side, “Yeah, I like kids. They’re cute. They tell shit how it is; they make you laugh by just talking. I dunno. I’ve always liked them.”

“We’ve been busy,” Finn replied, bringing his body closer to Milo’s. “But yeah, I think you should be introduced!” He smiled sweetly, combing back from of the musician’s hair. Finn tucked his hand back to his side and laughed when Maia was mentioned. “I’ll sit in between you two. I can’t even imagine the Twitter fight that would go down if I didn’t,” he teased. A scowl wound its way to his features when he watched Milo remove the ice pack from his injury. He picked up it instead, gently dabbing its side against the bruise on Milo’s forehead. “I was not good, but I was a damn good benchwarmer and I had a letterman jacket, so,” Finn relieved Milo of his care, finally ditching the ice pack, for now. He winked subtly. “You’ve got yourself an athlete, Callum.” Almost thirty years old, Finn had certainly considered kids, but not with much seriousness. He didn’t expect that his boyfriend had either. “Huh,” he tacked lightly, brown hues affectionate and soft. “The idea of you with kids, Mi, that makes me really happy.” 

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david-corvin:

David looked down at his arm, studying the ribbons of ruby that careened along his forearm. He asked if he was okay, and the question triggered a second’s pause. “Maybe not,” he noted breezily, resisting the urge to laugh. This was so typical– he’d gone upstairs to hide from the world and the world had decided to punish him for it. “A fucking window shattered,” he answered, shaking his shirt out once more to let glittering pieces of glass rain towards the ground. “I guess I was a little too close.” His thumb poked at a piece, making it fall from the spot it was lodged by his elbow. “I’ll be fine. I just need a drink.”

Finn listened with wide empathy, his brown hues round and open. “That’s... horrifying. I’m sorry,” he contributed, his tone of voice falling into a similar pattern to David’s as he too laughed, dryly. “What you need is a few stitches and something to ensure your cuts don’t get infected,” Finn informed gently, but with enough authority to remind himself he wasn’t wearing his work uniform. A Patagonia jacket and no shoes, just socks on his feet, he realized he didn’t look the slightest bit trustworthy. “My name’s Finn. It’s nice to meet you.” He almost offered his hand to the man in front of him before remembering the excessive cuts that might keep the stranger in front of him from wanting to reciprocate. “I’m a doctor, over at the hospital. I can help you, if you’d like. I’ll be quick, I promise. Then you can get that drink.” Finn’s expression was neat like folded laundry, completed and simple, and he didn’t wait for David’s answer. “Stay right here, alright,” he instructed, gingerly guiding the man in front of him to sit against the wall beside the stair’s door. “I’ll be right back.” Finn steps were quick to the first aid materials he’d raided early that night and he returned, opening a packet of gauze as he sat down too. 

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david-corvin:

@finnxvaughn

It was quieter upstairs. David leaned against the window frame, watching his breath clear away the frost on the pane before the ice bled back into the spaces, creating intricate imagery. Outside, the storm continued to rage, shaking the glass. From above, he could hear a creak and light eyes cast upwards– the turn of his face matching the moment that the window itself chose to shatter from the force of the wind. Shards showered him, clinging to the fabric of his shirt and sticking to his cheek, his bare arm was laced in thin cuts when he lowered it. 

Despite his being alone, the blonde swore colourfully, tearing up his fingertips when he brushed the fragments from his clothes and began his descent back down the stairs to the rest of the community. There would be water there, he’d wash it up and try to sleep off the discomfort; he decided, shoving the door open from the stairs. The action was rough and it nearly went sailing into the man who stood too close to it, and David stepped out, muttering darkly. “Sorry.”

Milo had fallen asleep and Finn hadn’t yet, so he slipped out from their tangle to meet the plethora of tanks in their temporary shelter. Finn’s eyes followed the ebbing blue light that dimmed gently over the building’s refugees, traveling around the room to see the different exhibits and whatnot, eyes wide like a child’s. When he finished, he leaned mindlessly against the door to the stairs right on time for David’s impact. “Woah, no, you’re alright,” Finn assured the apologizing voice, his lips a warm smile when he lifted his head to see David. “Shit, man...” He began carefully, his attention drawn to the myriad of cuts and the wet clothes that clung to the stranger in front of him. “What the fuck happened? Are you alright?” His voice carried an air of professionalism, despite the words he chose, his job perforating his attempt to be casual. “Did you fall in?” Finn’s lips folded into a slight smirk before they fell flat again, noticing a particularly deep cut on David’s arm. 

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milocxllum:

“That’s really cheesy, Finn. I haven’t even met your parents. It’s been what, a year? Some would say we both had some shit to hide,” Milo hummed, using his jacket as a pillow at this point. It was the best he could do, anyway. “Impressive. I dated one once. When I was in seventh grade. We kissed and I realized I would rather have been kissing the cute boy in my history class. It wasn’t some dramatic reveal, either. My mom knew before I even spit it out to her. She said ‘Milo, yous was walkin’ in my heels before you even knew how to talk, of course I knew,’” he mocked his moms voice with a smirk, trying to keep his voice down. “Probably. They’d kick us out because sex can’t be more important than safety. But at this point, who knows. I’m sure there’s a closet somewhere. Or a closed exhibit. Talk about romantic.” He scooted a little closer, “Five stars for the ride I get at home in bed, you mean.” Milo was about to argue that he really didn’t have any goodness to that heart of his, but he knew Finn saw that differently, so he avoided the words. “I guess I could do it for the kids. I like kids.”

“Milo Callum,” Finn began, his voice settling into one of mock seriousness when he draped a hand on Milo’s neck. “If we make it out of this snowstorm alive, you can meet me father, Parker Vaughn. He’s crazy, but I love him and Maia and I, we talked about flying him down so he can see Asher again.” With Milo’s fantastic impression, Finn laughed and had to bring his hand back to his lips to stifle the sound. “Not to brag or anything,” he said once the laughter had settled back into his chest, leaving behind a smile as its only hint. “But I was quite the stereotype breaker. I played sports. I wasn’t very good, but I did.” Finn laid on his back, eyes narrowed as he pretended like he wasn’t sold on Milo’s suggestion. His mind worked to ascertain their most promising location. The closet would probably be cramped and the closed exhibits were probably being used for the people of Westbrook. If it weren’t for Milo’s injuries, Finn would have leapt up already to scope it out. Instead, he lolled his head to the side, biting away another laugh at his rating. “Plus tip,” he tacked on, winking quickly. The smile on his face faded leaving room from the curious expression that shaped his almond hues and made his chest flutter. “You like kids?” 

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milocxllum:

Milo laughed, “I don’t know. Probably. If they didn’t sell them on Ebay, then yeah, probably in the attic at my parent’s place in Brooklyn. Shit, which makes me realize how terrible I probably sounded in that gym. And hey, I can fucking drive. Why drive when I have someone who does it for me?” He ran a hand over his face, groaning. His New Yorker side seemed to fly off the handle the minute he got angry. How many “I’m gonna fuck yous guys up” did he throw out? Amazing. “I am letting you make me feel better. You get to see me without my shirt and you get to put your hands all over me. How much better can I do?” he gave a lopsided smile when Finn laughed, the sound bringing some kind of content to him. “You swear it? Must mean it’s true, yeah?” he made a face, trying to get comfortable on the carpet. He’d kill for their bed, but with no power, it was hard to see the upside in going home. He didn’t plan on leaving for days when they went back, either. “If it meant people won’t come bother me, then yeah, I’d do it. I wonder if free concerts are tax deductible. You know, like how donating stuff to the goodwill is? I’m technically donating my time.”

“I want to go to Brooklyn, so we can have that cheesy date from the movies where your mom sits me down and shows me pictures of you as a baby and your dad tells me embarrassing stories about your high school boyfriends,” Finn beamed mischievously at the weekend he was creating for them before a question snagged at his attention. “Boyfriends? Did you date girls in high school? I can honestly tell you I never did. Knew from elementary school that I liked hot, manly, chart topping boys like you,” he flirted, his feet moving forward to tangle with Milo’s. “So you’re saying I’m like your Uber? Do you at least rate me with five stars?” Finn asked, faking an outrage that furrowed his eyebrows. “That’s true. All you’re missing out on is me stripping in return. Do you think they’d kick me out if I did? It’s not like they can throw us back into the snow. That’s gotta be a human rights violation or something.” Finn laid on his back, readjusting his position against the hard floor too. Almost like they shared a mind, he too thought of their bed. He longed for their pillows and to watch a movie and for the New York accent that Milo had revealed tonight to resurface. They’d be back there soon, Finn silently assured himself. “You mean to tell me you couldn’t just do it out of the goodness of your heart?” he played along. “Think of the kids.” 

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milocxllum:

Milo wanted to argue that it wasn’t stupid shit; he’d defended Finn’s honor for one thing, even if he didn’t need it. The adrenaline was what had kept him going, and while it was nothing like cocaine, it was enough to make Milo jump in heads first without a second thought. He opened his mouth to say something, but clicked it shut instead. There was no use in arguing while in an aquarium. Instead, he filed it away for a different time.

“Yeah, I had a bitchin’ collection. I used to store them in my grandpa’s old ammo box. The kids got a kick out of that one,” he mused, holding the fabric of his shirt up so Finn could look at his abdomen. “Did I really get a cut?” he muttered, frowning a little more until the bandaid was put on. “Cute.” He knew most of this was probably more to put Finn at ease rather than Milo. Milo was used to taking care of himself; these would hurt for a few days, but then it’d go away and Milo wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. He met Finn’s gaze as he was maneuvered onto his side, and he huffed out a laugh, “You’re funny. Is this even gonna help? They’re just bruises, Finn,” he muttered, shaking his head, “Nah. We scored a good spot by the heater. This actually feels good. You sure you’re okay, though? They had food somewhere. I could smell popcorn.”

After so long together, the new things to learn about one another grew rarer with time. Finn grinned, excited to have learned something new about the man he loved. “Cool. Where are they now? Do you think your parents might have 'em? It’s ironic that loved those so much because you can’t drive for shit.” It was not lost on Finn how easily Milo took whatever he did to his injuries. He recognized that this was certainly not the first major fight Milo had been a part of and, despite what he’d said, it likely wouldn’t be the last. “Will you just let me try to make you feel better?” he requested gently, laughing quietly too. When they were on their sides, they could be eye level with one another, something Milo’s few inches prohibited when they stood together. Finn let himself sink into green eyes and sighed, knowing that he likely would have tried the same thing. If that guy tonight had come onto Milo, if he had ignored his rejections, Finn likely would have done anything to protect his Hot Wheels collector. His insides flooded with understanding and apology. “Yes,” he ceded, placing his two hands under the side of his head. “I swear I’m fine.” Finn smelled the popcorn too. “Damn, Westbrook went all out. Next thing you know, they’re going to ask to do a private concert.” 

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milocxllum:

“He has people who choose his clothes for him. I have to fight for what I wear most of the time, you know. Putting me in all black is just a tragedy,” Milo grinned a little more, glad it didn’t hurt to smile just yet. He sighed and let himself be handled, turning his head the way Finn wanted him to. He was sure his face wasn’t too bad, though he’d be sporting a black eye and maybe a bruise or two on his jaw. But his torso was where the magic happened, apparently. Milo’s content look changed into a scowl, “Pummeled? I at least broke a guy’s nose. He was bleeding. I hope I knocked that other fucker’s tooth out, too. Four on one? I’m lucky I still look so good.” He’d fight that he was the real winner of the brawl, but it looked like he’d gotten completely whipped instead. Milo sunk further into the chair, sighing and meeting Finn’s gaze, “Okay, I won’t go anywhere. I was really looking forward to wandering around the aquarium, too.” He watched Finn leave, trying not to be too restless and uncomfortable. He’d moved to the carpet floor by the time his boyfriend returned, looking up as he laid flat on his back, “I had a couple kids entertain me. We had an in-depth conversation about old Hot Wheels.”

“Of course,” Finn placated easily, convinced that Milo looked good in literally anything he put on –– or didn’t put on, for that matter, but Finn couldn’t tell him that, so he cringed. “You haven’t looked in a mirror yet.” He let his warm smile curve his lips to reveal his playful nature. Pretending to look over Milo’s body for the thousandth time, Finn shaped the truth between his lips. “Yeah, you kicked their asses tonight and it was incredibly sexy... but, if you ever do that again, I’m going to leave you for James Corden.” Finn rested his hand against Milo’s cheek, meeting his eyes purposefully. He lowered his voice. “I know you don’t get that rush anymore ever since you stopped using, but this isn’t the way to go about it. I can’t have you doing stupid shit like this, getting hurt.” He left it at that, bringing his hand back to his side. “ And the fish will wait, smart ass.” 

When Finn returned, supplies in hand, he caught the end of the conversation with Emma’s kids. Walking slowly, so he could watch, Finn was instantly in love with the way Milo spoke to them with patience and humor. Once they’d left, he sat down beside his boyfriend. “Hot Wheels? Did you used to play with those as a kid?” he smiled, wetting a small towel with some rubbing alcohol. “Baby, I’m so sorry. This is gonna sting a little,” Finn warned, nodding slowly before he lifted up Milo’s shirt, dabbing the towel gently against the cut on his side. He smoothed a bandaid over it next. “I don’t have a lollipop or sticker. I’m sorry, but the worst part’s over,” he smiled apologetically. He’d filled three Ziplock bags with ice and wrapped towels around their exterior. Finn guided Milo to roll on his side just enough that he could place one under him to ease the impact of the chair to his back. He placed the next one on Milo’s stomach. Then he laid down next to him, turning on his side so he could hold the last icepack gently to the various bruises on Milo’s face. “Sorry, I know it’s cold and this probably isn’t helping. Want me to see if I can track down a blanket?” 

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milocxllum:

Milo gave a small smile, “I think I like him the best. He’s somethin’ else. I also thought he was gay, but my gaydar must’ve been broken or something.” He tried not to move too much when he was set down, wincing in response as he slunk down into the seat. He remembered the last time Finn had patched him up. Hadn’t they made out on the couch after? “So how against PDA are you? I forgot. Wanna make out?” Milo stretched out his legs in front of him, grateful they didn’t hurt as much as his back did. Was that a bar stool that hit him? At this point, he couldn’t remember what was a punch and what wasn’t. “Oh good. You need me to take my pants off too? Full inspection?” he leaned his head back when Finn pulled up his shirt, closing his eyes to let out a breath. His face screwed in pain, but his tone matched Finn’s gentle one, “If I said everything, is that a cop out?” he murmured, trying not to look. 

“No way. With that fashion sense?” Finn joked without substance, never considering himself to have much gaydar to begin with. “Yours is fixed now though, huh?” he asked to tease his boyfriend, but also to distract him from his change in position, grimacing slightly when Milo sat down. Finn held Milo’s chin between his fingertips, gently tilting it up so he could examine his jaw and neck –– for medicinal reasons. The question posed of Finn contradicted his professionalism, however, and he found himself checking out the entire length of the body in front of him when his boyfriend straightened his legs. “I––” Finn fumbled for a moment, placing a hand high on Milo’s thigh in an answer. “I do.” He slowly trailed his hand up further and leaned over to press his lips to the very jaw he determined to be unscathed before whispering into Milo’s ear, “But you went and got yourself pummeled by four strangers, so I’ve got to fix you before you take off any clothing item, you got me?” Finn’s teasing lacked its usual finesse, his voice saddened when he watched Milo’s face contour with pain. He wrapped his fingers around his hand, squeezing once. “Don’t go anywhere, alright? I’m going to go get some stuff.” He slid his thumb gently over Milo’s chin before he parted to gather some medical supplies.