For the made up fic title: 'give me rest' ? / -@anxiouslowercase
@anxiouslowercase, thank you for this!! actually managed to turn it into a scenario I've been thinking about for a while now!
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“C’mon Pads, the doctor said you need them.”
Eoin waved the spoonful of jam menacingly in front of Paddy’s nose, which is to say, not menacingly at all. The jam was strawberry, Paddy’s favourite, but now polluted by two great big painkillers his lovely boy had so sneakily stuck in them.
Paddy, determined, kept his mouth in a tight line and shook his head. Despite the waves of pain in his back, causing spots in his vision when he did. Fuck the doctor, fuck the meds, he didn’t need any of that. His back was always in pain, just some days it was worse than others. He’d got by for years perfectly fine until Eoin had put his foot down and got Paddy an appointment for it; now there was even some talk of surgery later down the line. Plus, they made him sleepy, and he hated feeling anything other than alert.
“Don’t need them,” he said, or tried to say while still keeping his lips sealed tight, knowing full well Eoin was not above shoving the whole spoon in his mouth at the first opportunity. So really, it just came out as a muffled mpffmpf noise.
Eoin, easily able to translate most Paddy-noise, stopped his jam lead attack and stared down consideringly. He had his frustrated face on, not unfamiliar when dealing with Paddy. But his mouth was set in a hard line that betrayed his thinning patience.
“Blair.” Shit. “You are going to stop this right now,” Eoin said in a tone that brooked no opposition. “You will take these meds, and you will rest.” The last three words were accompanied by Eoin gently tapping the back of the spoon against Paddy’s lips, making the jam wobble alarmingly on top.
Paddy, in too much pain to start quibbling with his boyfriend, and smart enough to know he wouldn’t win anyway, acquiesced. Crumbling the meds between his teeth, and swallowed down the whole sticky mixture. He even stuck his tongue out after in some sort of twisted defiance.
He was rewarded for his efforts with a glass of water and an Eoin cuddling up to him under the duvet, nose to nose, hands gently carding through his hair as he drifted off.
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Inbox still open for the Fake Fic Title Game, if anyone wants to zip one over!
