"Yeah, having a snotty kindergartner's got nothing on having a boyfriend in theatre," Niko jokes in return. "C'mere, I could use a top-up. Gimme some of those germs." He leans in to give Blythe a gentle smooch, although he's careful not to make any sudden movements.
There's a brief moment, not even a full second probably, where Blythe feels like his entire stomach is about to come spilling out and his throat tingles like it did the last time he drank too much.
But then his lips meet Niko's and he's grounded again.
"Oh thank the Lord, I didn't actually throw up," he breathes out, genuinely relieved. "In fact, you mighta even healed me completely."
Blythe jumps up, concern etched in his face, even as his knees try to buckle just a little under him. Not enough to notice or bring any attention to him when he wants to be focused on Niko.
"Are you okay?" he asks and puts a hand on Niko's waist, like a wobbly 48-year-old is going to be a great help if they both go down. "Do we need to go get some of it back? I can talk to the manager for you."
Oh no. Blythe manages to keep his grip on Niko, but stumbles backward and almost goes down himself. It's cool. He had a gym membership once upon a time, and he's been in more than one play where a character shouted "OH, I'VE GOT THE VAPAHS" before passing out, he can totally handle this.
But just to be sure, he looks around for someone with actual medical training to flag down. "Anyone got smellin' salts handy?" he half-jokes, the smallest quaver in his voice. "I dunno if this counts as perfectly okay, sweetie."
Now is not the time to blush and swoon, so Blythe only allows the tiniest tinge of pink to color his cheeks. "All the better to admire you with," he says, moving both of them back toward the chairs. "I think we should find you a place to lay down. Can we both fit on one of those little cots?"
Blythe sinks down in his own chair, scooching it close enough so their knees are touching, and leans in close.
"I won't tell Jesus if you won't," he says, and takes one of Niko's hands. "I think a little snuggling might actually set ya right, in my medical opinion."
"Mmm, I like the sound of that," Niko says sleepily. Some snuggling really seems like it'd hit the spot right now.
He tries to stand and has to sit right back down again. He hesitates for a moment before asking, uncharacteristically meekly, "Can you like... maybe help me up, please?"
"In a heartbeat." Blythe smiles softly and puts an arm around Niko to help him up, all his earlier wooziness completely forgotten in a wave of concern and adrenaline. "And if we both go down, then we'll just make a new home right there."
Niko leans his head against Blythe's shoulder, feeling safe despite his weakened state. For someone utterly terrified of being vulnerable, this comes easier to him than he'd ever thought it would. Perhaps being woozy from blood loss is good for something after all!
"Thank you," He pauses for a beat, waiting until he has the confidence to add, "Love you."
"You too. I'll grow some new blood, just give me a minute," Niko says blearily, stumbling over toward the nearest cot. Once there, he carefully lowers himself onto it and scooches over, making himself as small as possible in order to give Blythe as much room as he can.
He pats the cot. "I won't tell Jesus," he promises.
Blythe joins him on the cot, which is too small for two middle-aged men to fit comfortably. But Blythe has been in some real cramped quarters for the last few years, he can manage.
"Good." He curls himself around Niko, burying his face in his hair. "He doesn't need to know everything we do."
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SCENES: Blythe & Niko
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But then his lips meet Niko's and he's grounded again.
"Oh thank the Lord, I didn't actually throw up," he breathes out, genuinely relieved. "In fact, you mighta even healed me completely."
SCENES: Blythe & Niko
"'Scuse me," he says quickly, then gets up and makes a desperate scramble for the nearest bathroom.
When he returns 10 minutes later, he looks considerably paler and smells strongly of toothpaste.
"Sorrysorrysorry," he says, looking sheepish and primed for rejection. "Think I might've given away too much blood!"
SCENES: Blythe & Niko
"Are you okay?" he asks and puts a hand on Niko's waist, like a wobbly 48-year-old is going to be a great help if they both go down. "Do we need to go get some of it back? I can talk to the manager for you."
SCENES: Blythe & Niko
SCENES: Blythe & Niko
But just to be sure, he looks around for someone with actual medical training to flag down. "Anyone got smellin' salts handy?" he half-jokes, the smallest quaver in his voice. "I dunno if this counts as perfectly okay, sweetie."
SCENES: Blythe & Niko
SCENES: Blythe & Niko
SCENES: Blythe & Niko
He blinks at his beautiful boyfriend like a baby deer seeing a meadow for the first time.
"Cot? Like a bed? We're not even married yet," he mumbles. It is unclear if this is a joke or if his brain is just still swimming.
SCENES: Blythe & Niko
"I won't tell Jesus if you won't," he says, and takes one of Niko's hands. "I think a little snuggling might actually set ya right, in my medical opinion."
SCENES: Blythe & Niko
He tries to stand and has to sit right back down again. He hesitates for a moment before asking, uncharacteristically meekly, "Can you like... maybe help me up, please?"
SCENES: Blythe & Niko
SCENES: Blythe & Niko
"Thank you," He pauses for a beat, waiting until he has the confidence to add, "Love you."
SCENES: Blythe & Niko
"Love you," he says, and presses a kiss to his head. "Both with and without all your blood."
SCENES: Blythe & Niko
He pats the cot. "I won't tell Jesus," he promises.
SCENES: Blythe & Niko
"Good." He curls himself around Niko, burying his face in his hair. "He doesn't need to know everything we do."
SCENES: Blythe & Niko
"I'm just gonna rest my eyes for a second," he yawns.
SCENES: Blythe & Niko
SCENES: Blythe & Niko