@SpookyJim
Graye inhaled shakily, then pulled him into a tight hug.
Graye inhaled shakily, then pulled him into a tight hug.
Jack hugged back. “Come on. Take the pill and go to bed.”
He pressed his lips to Jack's forehead, unwilling to let go.
(aHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)
(Eeeeeeee!)
“Graye, come on. You’re sick.”
"I'm Not Sick, Jack. I'm Better Than I've Been In A Long Time.."
“Graye, come on. You standing up for this long can’t possibly be healthy….”
"I Love You.." He murmured softly.
Jack stiffened, but then relaxed. “I love you, too, Graye. Can you go to bed now?”
Graye sighed, dropping into a sit with Jack still in his arms. "You Should Still Go To Work.."
“No, I think I’ll stay home today.”
"Ugh. You're So Stubborn." Dispite this, he smiled tiredly.
“Now will you go to bed?” Jack asked concernedly.
"Fffine." He pouted.
“Come on.” Jack lead Graye to his room.
Graye smoothed down his hair, blinking twice.
Jack sat Graye down on his bed, forcing him to lay down.
"Jaaaack. C'mon. I Can At Least Lay Down By Myself." He teased.
Jack smiled a little bit. “Go to sleep or something. I don’t want to hear you get up.”
"Okay, Mom." He smiled, gently tugging Jack down so their lips met.
Jack kissed back, pulling away after a moment.
Graye bolted up, his face coloring scarlet. "I-"
“Graye?”
"I- I'm Sorry- I Overstepped- I-"
“Graye, it’s fine. I love you.”
The words hit him like an electric shock. He buried his face in his hands, too embarrassed to meet Jack's eyes.
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