ooh to kickstart the brain, maybe techie is loopy after a trip to the dentist (matt took him and is driving him home, of course) and he's being cute and silly with matt? maybe like those videos where the husband is all loopy and keeps saying how gorgeous his wife is? XP
Matt has Techie safely tucked up in one of his old sweatshirts as he gently leads him towards the car. Techie’s eyes are still unfocused and he wobbles, even with Matt to assist him. He sways into Matt, gasping and blushing when Matt’s arm encircles his waist.
“Come on, into the car. it’s only a few minutes and I’ve got you a bucket in case you puke.” Matt leans over Techie to fasten his seatbelt and feels him press his nose into the mess of his hair before he giggles.
“A sheep?” Matt smiles to himself as he slides into the driver’s seat and has Techie’s clammy hand immediately pressed to his cheek. He strokes, eyes wide, mouth half open.
“You’re so golden and fluffy and pretty, like an angel.” To Matt’s horror Techie’s eyes immediately fill with tears, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Did I die?”
“Oh no, babe, no.” Matt joins their hands together, “You’re okay, you just had a little trip to the dentist. We’ll be home soon.” He’s glad they live so close, it will only be a matter of minutes before he can take Techie in his arms and give him the hugs he quite clearly needs. Techie blinks at him once more.
“I live with you?” Techie bites his lower lip, cheeks flushing as he gazes at Matt from beneath his eyelashes, still slightly unfocused. “Wow.”
Techie shakes his head to himself in apparent disbelief, burrowing into the depths of Matt’s sweatshirt as best he can in the cramped car seat and Matt can’t help but smile.
When they reach home, Matt scrambles around to open the door for Techie and offering his arm. He’s rewarded with another sweet blush and Techie’s hands gripping tight.
“I think I’m floating.” Techie says, swaying, distracted. “Did you see? The lights, and the sun in the trees, the leaves, they’re sparkling.”
The sun lights on Techie’s face and in his hair and Matt brushes a strand aside with his fingers. “So they are.”
Techie smiles wide, just as his legs crumple beneath him and he falls into Matt’s arms. “I seem to have become a noodle.”
“Let’s get you inside then, noodle.” Matt says, ruffling Techie’s hair and scooping him up effortlessly. “I’ll take care of you.”
Techie blushes scarlet and hides his face in against Matt’s neck. His words are muffled but Matt can’t help but grin when he hears them. “You’re such a good roommate–” he blinks, “–it’s no wonder I have such a crush on you.”
“Techie, baby. We’re married.”
