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“I would like to open a charity some day, Boppers,” Skizz shared randomly. It wasn’t a part of their conversation and there were more pressing things at hand, but the sentiment was there. “A lot of these people could benefit from outreach programs and-”
“Skizz, angel, darling, now is not that time,” BigB’s voice came out exasperatedly over the comm. “You’re actively bleeding out. You may heal fast, but you’re not invincible or immune to dying. Get back home so I can fix you up.”
“But think about it!” Skizz continued speaking, but he did as he was told. He had a bloody hand clenching his side and a limp, but he wasn’t too concerned about it. His abilities gave him a super speedy immune system, complete with an increased healing factor. He’d taken on worse injuries than this and survived before. “I know the government already has some programs, but they’re not enough. We could fill in the gaps and do some real good for Traffic City!”
“You already do a lot of good,” BigB pointed out, though Skizz could almost hear a fond smile in his voice, “but I do like the idea. We can talk about it more in-depth later, ‘kay? Just get home before I have to track you down myself.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” Skizz laughed, entertained by BigB’s threat. BigB wasn’t the most aggressive person, but their shared humor would sometimes dip into dramatic threats in overdone tones. “I’m almost there anyway. You should know that, you stalker.”
“I’ll be waiting for you with the first aid kit.” BigB didn’t acknowledge his stalker comment since Skizz joked about it fairly frequently. There was a tracking device built into his hero suit so BigB would always know where he was when he was on the job.
As promised, when Skizz slipped into their shared home, BigB was already waiting there with a space prepped and ready for him. Having done this for years now, they both knew what to do, so there didn’t need to be any words exchanged between them.
BigB helped Skizz remove his suit so he could access his side and his leg. They went through the motions of stopping the bleeding, disinfecting the wounds, and stitching Skizz back up seamlessly and without awkward pauses. They knew exactly what to do, for this wasn’t the first time they would need to give the other medical attention– and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
They could always go to the hospital, and they have before, but there were some things that were simply easier to just deal with on their own. Between Skizz’s ability and BigB’s training, they didn’t see the point of taking from hospital resources when they were self-sufficient.
“Thank you for patching me up, snookums.” Skizz pulled his boyfriend into a hug, peppering kisses all over his face. “What would I do without you?”
“Die, probably.” BigB rolled his eyes, but his playful grin betrayed him. “You’re still in cookie debt though, so you better pay that back or I might not help you next time.”
Skizz gasped loudly, stopping his kisses all over BigB’s face. “But, BigB, you wouldn’t!”
“I would!” BigB disagreed, extremely amused. “I was promised cookies for my efforts, and I have yet to receive any! Your kisses are not good enough substitutes.”
“Boppers, you wound me so!” Skizz placed a hand to his chest, gasping once again. “What if I make those sugar cookies with the chocolate kisses in them? Would my kisses be enough then?”
BigB tapped his finger on his chin in false consideration. “Hm, make them peanut butter cookies with the chocolate kisses, and you can consider your debt paid.”
“Done! Easily, done!” Skizz accepted BigB’s terms as he placed his hands on BigB’s hips and pulled him closer to him until they made contact. “You’re the best!”
“I know.” BigB chuckled, well used to Skizz’s freely-given kind words and affirmations. He loosely set his arms on Skizz’s shoulders and rested his forehead against Skizz’s. “I love you, Skizz.”
“I love you too, BigB,” Skizz returned the sentiment earnestly. They exchanged a few brief kisses before Skizz ran his hand down BigB’s arm to grab his hand and guide him to the kitchen. “Let's go make those cookies! We should have the ingredients and I think we deserve something sweet.”
“Do we have kisses?” BigB asked, furrowing his eyebrows but letting Skizz take him to their kitchen anyway. “I don’t remember seeing any.”
“I went shopping yesterday while you were at the hero agency doing paperwork or something,” Skizz explained, letting go of his hand once they arrived to start grabbing ingredients. “We were running low on a few things and the chocolate kisses were on sale, so I snagged some. I thought we could make something together for fun, and I know how much you love cookies, so I made sure we had ingredients to make a few different kinds.”
“I do love a good cookie,” BigB hummed, pleased. His family would always make cookies to welcome new neighbors to the neighborhood, bring to potlucks, or give as appreciation gifts. Because of that, BigB associated cookies with many positive emotions, memories, and sentiments, leading to his love of cookies being something notable about him. If one were to know BigB, they would know about the cookies.
BigB retrieved the wet ingredients from the fridge while Skizz gathered the dry ingredients from the pantry. With the ingredients on the counter, Skizz grabbed mixing bowls from the upper cabinets and BigB plucked a rubber spatula to mix with from its holder on the counter. They moved gracefully around the kitchen, familiar with not only the kitchen's set up but with each other.
They had known each other since they were kids, decided to give the whole dating thing a try years ago, and have never been happier. Due to BigB’s request, they never went public with the information in the sense that there was no big announcement. Skizz agreed, understanding that BigB wouldn’t want the extra attention on him that would come from being Skizzleman’s boyfriend.
It worked out well for them and the media hadn’t seemed to pick up on their relationship status despite them not trying too hard to hide it. Skizz was already an affectionate person, and the people that often saw him and BigB together knew that they were close, so people tended to write their comments and actions off as them simply being best friends. It didn’t bother them (in fact, it made them laugh quite frequently) so they never bothered to correct anyone.
Once the cookies were in the oven with a timer set, Skizz got to work wiping down the counters while BigB started washing the dishes. They cleaned faster than it took for the cookies to bake, so, as BigB dried off his hands with a towel, Skizz snuck up behind him. His arms wrapped around BigB’s torso near his hips before hoisting BigB up into the air.
A startled squeak left BigB’s lips as he was suddenly airborne. “Skizz!”
“I got you!” Skizz exclaimed, spinning BigB around once before lowering him so he could stand by himself once more.
BigB spun to face him, eyes wide and mouth ajar. “Angel, you’re still wounded!”
“Oh yeah.” Skizz blinked at him before pulling up his shirt to observe the wound on his side. It was mostly healed now, appearing more like a long scratch than a gaping wound. “It’s not bad anymore, don’t worry! I don’t feel anything and it doesn’t look bad. Besides, you gave me good pain medication."
BigB let out a heavy sigh of relief, tilting his head back some. “You’re going to give me a heart attack one day.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Skizz smiled sheepishly, taking BigB’s hands in his. “Do the cookies make up for it?”
BigB snorted, hovering his hand over his mouth and nose as if to hide his expression. “Only if a real kiss accompanies it.”
Skizz pursed his lips in false consideration before letting his lips twitch into a smirk. “I think I can arrange that.”