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“Okay, but I can take a video of this right?” Neil asked as he and Andrew sat in the waiting room of the oral surgeon’s office. Andrew was getting his wisdom teeth out and Neil was so curious to see what he’d be like under anesthesia.
“Absolutely, if you want to die slowly. No problem.” Neil rolled his eyes. “Don’t get too excited. My tolerance level for their mediocre pain medication is through the roof.”
That was probably true. Neil was only a little disappointed. He still made sure he had a full battery on his phone and thanked the universe that he now had a phone with video capabilities. Just in case.
The technician called Andrew to the back and he handed Neil his wallet and phone and keys on his way to follow her. Neil took them and settled back to wait.
He was searching for Exy stats and ignoring texts from Nicky when the nurse called for him about an hour later. He stood, shoving all of Andrew’s things into the pocket of his hoodie and followed her back. Andrew was laid back in the dental chair, face pale and mouth full of gauze.
“Hey,” he leaned down to whisper to Andrew, running fingers through his hair. “You alive in there?”
Andrew grunted in response and the nurse smiled at them fondly.
“He should be more awake in just a few minutes. He did really well. Only took a few minutes to get them all out.”
“Did you hear that Andrew? You laid here and played dead really well. I’m so proud.” Neil said to him.
Andrew mumbled something Neil couldn’t quite make out through the gauze.
“What?” Neil leaned in closer. Andrew reached up and pulled a particularly bloody and drool covered piece of gauze before he spoke again.
“You’re an idiot.” He said, voice rough.
“Um, you need to leave the gauze in. You have open wounds in your mouth.” The nurse chided while she was typing something into a computer. “I’m going to go get the doctor to go over after care instructions with you. Don’t pull any more of the gauze out!”
Neil ignored her and turned back to Andrew.
“But I’m your idiot, right?” he asked, fingers back in Andrew’s hair. Andrew lifted a hand up somewhere in the vicinity of Neil’s face and Neil grabbed it and set it on his cheek.
“Mine.” Andrew whispered, cupping his face and trying to bring him in for a kiss.
Neil pulled back. “No way, Andrew. Not with your mouth full of blood and drool,” he said laughing.
“Mmmmm.” Andrew was looking at him fully now, but it was like he was trying really hard to figure out why Neil was there. “So pretty.”
“What?” Andrew dropped his hand and turned his head. “Andrew…what did you just say?” Neil was fumbling for his phone now. If he missed getting this on video he was going to be so pissed at himself.
Andrew looked back at him. “I said you’re so pretty. Your eyes are so pretty. I hate you so much. Do you know that? I hate how pretty you are.” Neil thought he might break a rib trying not to laugh, but he had his camera out so he was determined.
“I think you’re pretty, too.” He said through a shit eating grin.
“No. Not pretty like you. Your words are pretty. What did you say? ‘You gave me a key…’? I hate you so much.”
“I think you like me.”
“Yes.”
Neil almost whooped at the admission. And he got it on camera! He was going to keep this forever and play it whenever Andrew said he hated him.
“I like you, too.”
“Not like I like you. I like you like you.”
“I like you like you, too.”
“NO,” Andrew rubbed his face and moaned when he felt his swollen cheeks. “I like you and I hate you and you’re so pretty. You have such a nice ass.”
Neil coughed to try and hide the laugh. Also, the extreme pleasure curling in his stomach. He felt like a cat ready to preen.
“You think so? It’s all the running you know. Remember that next time you complain.” he told a very sleepy Andrew.
“Yes. It’s so nice. Because of running and stupid stickball. I hate you. I’m so glad you let me touch your ass.” This was naturally said as soon as the doctor walked in the room to go over Andrew’s after care. Neil hastily put his phone away, cheeks heating.
The doctor cleared his throat. “Ah, so here are the prescriptions for the pain medication and antibiotics…”
Neil listened to all his instructions while standing next to Andrew’s chair and trying to discreetly bat Andrew’s hand away from where it was trying to find it’s way to Neil’s ass.
“Thank you! We’ll call if we need anything!” Neil called as he hastily shoved Andrew into the car a few minutes later and buckled his seat belt for him.
“Ice cream,” Andrew moaned.
“Ice cream is too cold. It’ll hurt your mouth right now. I’ll get you some chocolate pudding or something.” Neil told him as he drove them back to Fox Tower.
“Nooooooo,” Andrew whined. “This is why I hate you.”
“No, it’s not,” Neil said. “You hate me because you like me so much.”
Andrew sighed and leaned his head against the window. “I really do.”
Neil reached over to tug on Andrew’s hair, and when he looked at him he was asleep on the window, drooling on himself.
Neil really liked him, too.