kalpurna replied to your post:talk to me more about lovett's little hands and...
wait, I was somehow logged into my old blog, IT IS I WHO AM HEAVY BREATHING. I’m VERY aroused by every word of this post. I want Lovett to complain about hand pain or a splinter for some reason and for Favs to thoughtlessly reach to massage it out/examine the splinter and Lovett jerks his hand away way too quickly, looking pink and excitable and nervy
A) YES I KNOW ALL 15 OF YOUR BLOG NAMES HANNAH, I KNEW IT WAS YOU
B) YES. YES. ABSOLUTELY. lvett changes the subject VERY transparently and starts talking too fast about nothing, gesticulating wildly. gets mad about something absurd! won’t make eye contact!! deflects furiously!!! favs is not sure how to respond. how flustered lvett is getting makes favs feel this weird warm expansive feeling in his chest out of nowhere, but ALSO lvett still has a splinter in his palm and someone needs to GET IT OUT bc lvett will never ever do it himself! if left to his own devices, lvett will die with this splinter in his flesh, complaining furiously the entire time.
so favs coaxes lvett to slow down, stop and wait (for some reason they are walking down the street. how did lvettt get a splinter walking down the street? we don’t know.) he makes lvett stand still under the streetlight. “we gotta get it out lvett. you’re gonna get gangrene! as her godfather, what will i tell pundit if you die of preventable gangrene??”
“ok ok ok OK!” says lvett, stopping abruptly, whirling to face favs and thrusting his hand out in front of him.
favs inspects lvett’s palm, seriously. “does it hurt?”
“no,” says lvett. he’s standing there with his hand held stiffly as far away from his body as he can manage. he’s not looking at favs, he’s looking back over his shoulder like the tiny sliver of wood in his skin is a gruesome wound he just can’t bear to face.
favs ducks his head lower over lvett’s hand, partly to see better and partly to hide his smile.
“looks bad,” he says gravely, just to hear lvett’s impatient dismissive intake of breath. “just kidding. it’s fine, i got it lvett. just hold still.”
lvett’s hand is shaking. favs carefully slowly pinches the skin around the splinter, tries to pull it out. “hold still,” he says again.
“i - can’t,” says lvett. “jon...” and his voice sounds totally different from before, quiet and scared.
“it’s ok,” says favs, through the rush of warmth he’s feeling, so intense he can barely breathe. “it’ll only hurt for a second.”
he pulls the splinter out and presses a kiss to lvett’s palm, fast.
lvett makes a raw little half vocalized sound, that favs has never heard him make before, in all his years of being exposed to lvett in every conceivable mood and feeling state.
“that didn’t hurt, did it?” says favs, straightening, smiling. he’s still holding lvett’s hand in both of his. lvett’s hand is still shaking.
“not yet,” says lvett, so quiet favs can barely hear.