Work Text:
No POV:
“No, Keith-” Darry says, trying to push Two-Bit away from his face. Darry was sick, and he didn’t want to get Two-Bit sick too. But of course Two-Bit was being stubborn and wanting kisses from Darry despite the fact he was sick.
“C’mon, Dar, just one little kiss.” Two-Bit pleads, holding Darry’s wrist above his head and trying to get closer. Darry was laying on the couch, and Two-Bit was half on top of him, half standing to the side.
Darry moves his head away as Two-Bit tries to kiss him again, “No, I don’t want to get you sick-” Darry moves his face to the side so Two-Bit only kisses his check. Two-Bit frowns as he feels how hot Darry’s skin is, but he doesn’t mention it. All of the extra moving was starting to make Darry’s head pound.
“Please, Darry?” Two-Bit asks, giving Darry his best puppy eyes that he could muster at the moment. Darry sighs and looks at Two-Bit with a small frown and furrowed eyebrows. Darry both wanted and didn’t want to kiss Two-Bit, not wanting to get him sick but still wanting a kiss.
“Fine, only one.” Darry finally replies the answer Two-Bit wanted. Two-Bit grins and leans down more to give Darry a kiss on the lips, a hand on Darry’s cheek. Darry lets the kiss go one for a few seconds before he pulls away, “Okay, that’s enough.”
“Awww.. Another one?” Two-BIt gives Darry more puppy eyes.
“No-!”