Flynn
studied the man curled up in the corner of their sofa. “You don’t look too
well, love.” His voice clearly showed his concern.
“Bet
I feel a lot worse than I look.” Ned moaned and tightened the hold he had on
his stomach.
Glancing
around, Flynn spotted the empty Tupperware container lying on the floor.
“Where’s all the fudge my sister made us?”
The
only response was Ned groaning and then making a beeline for the bathroom where
he threw up the majority of his stomach contents.
Flynn
wet a facecloth with warm water and wrung it out. As soon as the toilet was
flushed, he helped his Brat to his feet and gently washed his face. “Did you
just eat all that candy in one sitting, Ned?”
“Uh-huh.”
Ned closed his eyes and leaned his head against Flynn’s chest.
“And
you didn’t save me any?”
“You
said you didn’t want any more.”
“I
said no such thing, young man. After eating one piece when we open that
present, I merely commented that one piece at a time was enough because of the
sugar content.” Flynn’s voice was getting sterner.
“Damn,”
Ned muttered. “I’m sorry, Flynn. Honest. But it’s against the rules to scold
when I’m feeling this lousy.”
“Not
one of my rules, Brat; especially when your ailment is self-inflicted. In fact,
had I a mind to, I could give you a sound spanking for being so greedy.”
“Oooh,
pleeease don’t” Ned softly implored. He knew his backside was safe when he was
pulled closer and lovingly embraced as hands roamed soothingly over his back.
“I
believe you’ve already paid enough of a price, you greedy little bugger,” Flynn
lightly teased.
Ned
found comfort in the sound of laughter rumbling from the solid chest next his
ear. “I love you, big guy,” he murmured and wrapped his arms tightly around the
man holding him.
The
End.
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