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Rene had just sent in the latest draft of a script he had been working on all day, for a movie about the lives of the side characters in those corny telenovelas. He hoped the director would get a laugh out of it.
He had just shut his laptop down when Cyril stumbled into the bedroom, clutching his head in his hand, and flopped onto the bed.
"Fuuuuuuck..."
Rene's internal alarm bells go off instantly, immediately setting his laptop on his end table before scooting on the bed towards the actor.
"Sweetness? What's wrong, talk to me..."
Cyril barely has the energy to respond, simply tilting his head ever so slightly to the right to face the writer. "My head..." He groans, pulling one of the pillows closer to her.
"Oh, sweetness, oh, look at you..." Rene sighs, fixing the pillow under his partner's head. "Do you know what happened? Are you dehydrated?"
The actor gives a small shake of his head. "Shoot ran a little longer than expected... Almost fell asleep twice, so... Assistant got me coffee..."
Rene winces at the mention of the caffeinated beverage. "Oh, you poor thing..." he whispers, gently drawing the comforter over his exhausted lover before turning the air conditioner on. "You know how bad you are will coffee, sweetness, you told me you'd avoid it..." He mutters, carefully pulling the tie holding Cyril's ponytail off.
"I know..." Cyril mumbles, rolling over onto his back once Rene helps him let his hair down. "At least we're done filming for the most part..." He huffs, trying to find a silver lining to his predicament.
"That shouldn't come at the cost of your health, sweetness," Rene gently scolds, tucking another pillow under Cyril's head for some slight elevation. "Stay here."
The writer gets up and hurries out of the bedroom. Cyril hears the faint sound of the fridge being opened followed by the hurried clattering of the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.
Two minutes later, Rene is back in the bedroom, perching by Cyril's bedside, handing him a painkiller before cracking open a bottle of water.
"Take this. For your headache."
Cyril doesn't protest, popping the painkiller out of its plastic and placing it between his lips before swallowing it with the water Rene had soon handed him.
"Drink lots, sweetness. Caffeine is technically a drug, you have to flush it out..."
After a few more long sips of water, Cyril pulls the bottle away and hands it back to Rene. "How d'you know so much about caffeine...?"
Rene helps the actor settle back under the comforter. "I used to take energy drinks back in college. Helped me through all-nighters, but gave me some godawful anxiety the next day..."
He leans down to press a kiss to Cyril's forehead. "Do you need anything more, sweetness?"
Cyril curls up under the sheets, looking up at Rene. "You could stay...? If you can, that is, I won't keep you from your wor–"
At that, Rene kicks off his slippers and practically slithers onto the bed next to Cyril.
"Ah."
The writer softly laughs as he sees his partner's face flush the slightest hue of red. He pulls Cyril's head against his chest, cradling it as he lightly thumbs the edges of the actor's ear.
"Rest, sweetness. Let me know if you need anything else."
Cyril's chest gently rises and falls with his breathing, another selfish request on the tip of his tongue.
"You can... tighter..."
The writer raises a brow before he lets out a fond chuckle. He doesn't hesitate to indulge his lover, tucking the edges of the comforter under Cyril's body before wrapping his arms around the exhausted man.
"Better?"
"Yes... Thank you."