#ramtok

[rumpeltyltskyn]

“Ah, fuck me.” “Really, here and now?” “It’s an expression, you fiend.”

The familiar sound of experiments buzzed around the lab, broken only by the gentle sounds of equipment being tinkered with. Ramos leaned against the table, watching Janos’s actions intently. Intently enough, in fact, to anticipate the tool he needed next, handing it to Janos before he even asked. After a quick, ‘Thank you!’ he returned to his work.

“Professor, careful-“ Ramos began to warn when he noticed a misaligned circuit, but it was too late, and sparks flew out of the device, causing Janos to jump back and flames to sprout from his invention. The two quickly scrambled to put out the small fire. When it was out, Janos inspected the charred remains dejectedly.

“Ah, fuck me,” he mumbled under his breath, and Ramos had to hold back a laugh. Janos didn’t swear often, especially not in English.

A smirk pulled at Ramos’s lips. “Really, here and now?” he asked in faux surprise.

Janos’s cheeks reddened slightly. “It’s an expression, you fiend,” he replied curtly. Ramos took the opportunity to lean again his chest, rolling up on the tops of his toes to bring himself closer to Janos’s face.

“Still, we’re all alone, Jani,” he said, grinning as the professor’s blush deepened.

“Huitzilopochtli,” he huffed, sounding flustered, though he also seemed to be holding back a laugh. “You’re incorrigible,” he said, struggling to maintain his composure.

Ramos lifted one of Janos’s hands and pressed a tender kiss to his palm. “Ah, yes, but it’s the reason you love me,” he said and Janos curled his hand around Ramos’s.

“One of many, szerelmem,” Janos admitted, cracking a smile. “But I think Ernest is a bad influence on you,” he added pointedly, shaking a finger at him.

“Don’t be silly, mi amor,” Ramos chided, “I’ve always been this way.”

[rumpeltyltskyn]

ramos/bartok 7

Ramtok, 7. “Stop looking at me like that, it’s your fault anyway.”

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“You are nowhere near as careful as you should be, Professor.”

Ramos sighed over the charred remains of what once was a coffee-making-machine. Working with Janos Bartok, Ramos was no stranger to lab accidents, but this one had created more than a little mess.

Janos grimaced slightly, clutching at his wrist above bright burns covering his hand. Ramos shook his head and stepped over to the scientist. “Let me see,” he sighed, taking Janos’s injured hand gently and looking it over. The sleeve of his shirt was slightly blackened at the sleeve, but the burns themselves could’ve been much worse. “This isn’t too bad. Come, some cool water will help with the pain.” He lead Janos across the lab to a barrel full of water they usually used in their experiments, placing his hand in the liquid.

Janos remained silent the entire until he grew impatient and removed his hand, testing the movement of his fingers and wincing. “It’s still quite sore, Ramos,” he said, directing his pained gaze to his assistant.

Ramos huffed slightly, guiding the hand back into the water. “Stop looking at me like that, it’s your fault anyway,“ he said tightly. "There was nothing wrong with the Automated Coffee Brewing Device but you continued to tinker with it, even though I told you we shouldn’t risk messing up the settings.”

Janos grinned sheepishly, looking properly chastised. “You’re right. I apologize. I just thought I could improve the time it took to boil the water. I clean up the debris as soon as-”

“No,” Ramos interrupted, shaking his head again. “You’re hurt. I don’t want you getting any blisters, the last thing you need is an infection,” he said, adding a pointed, “And that means I’ll be handling the experiments myself for a few days.”

Janos’s eyes widened slightly. “But, Ramos-!” he started to argue but was silenced by a stern look. His scolded look returned, this time accompanied with a slight frown. “Right, of course. A few days. I understand.”