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Coffee. Lots of coffee. Gyro had been working on all of Mr. McDuck's inventions for days on end now, the only thing coursing through his veins was coffee. He was tired to say the least. He decided to take a break and search for Fenton's birthday gift on the internet. He knew Fenton loved button up shirts so he started there.
They had been dating for a few years now, so he wanted to get something special. Maybe a gizmoduck themed button down. He thought to himself. Fenton would love the customization of it.
Speaking of the duck, he was currently working on his own set of tasks that Scrooge had handed him. Obviously being an intern in the beginning he was given less work. Now he has more because of the fact he was hired as a second scientist.
Gyro scrolled aimlessly trying to find custom shirts. His eyes drooped a bit. He leaned on his hand now, really starting to feel the affects of his work.
Fenton had begun to hum to bring the silence to an end. This was soothing to Gyro, causing him to relax a bit.
Gyro suddenly stopped. Red glasses. Red tinted glasses staring back at him from the screen. His eyes widened as he stared back.
The glare.
The look of dissapointment.
The look of anger.
The smug look when he would hit him.
The red tinted glasses he saw when he-
Gyro's brain felt fuzzy, fat tears rolling down his cheeks. He put two fingers in his mouth sucking them gently to soothe himself. He was able to stabilize his breathing.
"Gyro?" Fenton had looked over at him. He was confused at the sight before him. He watched as his boyfriend began to rock back and forth.
"Fuh.." Gyro tried the best he could to speak but his brain was too clouded. He became slightly flustered at his inability to speak. He started to cry a little more, the situation dawning in him. He had been keeping his regression a secret for a year now but it was all coming to light. He sobbed in fear and scrambled back in his rolly chair.
"Nonononono baby hey-" Fenton got out of his seat and ran forward towards the distressed rooster. "Amor..." He cooed before stopping the chair from rolling backwards and gently scooping the scrawny rooster into his arms. He held him closely rubbing the back of his head gently. He bounced him in his arms slightly. "It's ok sweetheart."
Gyro's heartbeat was finally beginning to calm as he continued to suck his fingers. He pulled and twisted at Fenton's hair with the other hand.
Fenton didn't mind, he had lots of younger family members who pulled his hair not to mention he had high pain tolerance in his scalp. "Alright little one can you tell me if you have any supplies to help you? Something to replace your fingers?" Fenton asked.
Gyro just kept tugging on his hair. He made a noise, and turned slightly pointing to the one locked drawer Fenton had noticed a long time ago.
"Where's the key?" Fenton asked again.
"Buh!" Gyro replied pointing to Lil Bulb.
Lil Bulb lit up slightly. He hopped off the desk and went over using his finger to unlock the drawer.
Fenton walked over pulling a pacifier from the drawer. He gently placed it in Gyro's beak and ruffled his hair. "You cutie" He cooed before grabbing more necessary items such as a sippy cup and a worn looking teddy bear. Fenton began to sing a lullaby in spanish. He filled the sippy cup with water before sitting on the couch, Gyro in his lap. He set the sippy cup where Gyro could reach it. He made the bear dance slightly as he sang. He watched Gyro giggle behind the pacifier.
Gyro held onto Fenton's hands as he giggled. He began to wiggle stim. He babbled behind the pacifier.
"That's right." Fenton said back. "You're such a cutie."
If Fenton was being honest he had read about ageregression on the internet at like 2am. He doesn't remember how he found it but he did. It made sense though. Gyro using it to cope. He knew Gyro had a lot of trauma. He would definently be there for him. Through it all.
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Gyro didn't say anything to Fenton the next day. For multiple hours.
Fenton came up behind him while he was working and gently stroked his back. "Love...you're avoiding me." Fenton frowned.
"Just forget about yesterday please..." Gyro sighed covering his face, under his glasses.
"But..but it's okay. It's a good way of coping and you need to do it." He gently stroked his bangs out of his face. "It helps you and I'll help you. I can be your caregiver if you're comfortable too. Whatever you want, I'm here for you." Fenton kissed his cheek gently. "Besides, you're adorable in littlespace." He smiled reassuringly.
Gyro looked up at him with big eyes. He nodded sheepishly. "M-maybe..maybe after work we can..cuddle and maybe..you can read me a book?" He requested shyly.
"Of course mi Amor, of course." Fenton smiled kissing his forehead before heading back to work.