shipping roleplay // closed

Kaye finally woke up from some sunlight filtering through one of the dusty windows near the couch, his gaze squinted as he began to sit up. Though, as soon as he began to pull himself up, he quickly stopped, groaning at the pounding headache he had. How much had he had to drink last night anyway?

It hurt to move, though he continued to pull himself up until he sat up completely, swinging his legs over the edge of the couch before he noticed another figure on the ground. Was that…Simon? Now he was really questioning what happened last night…though he could barely even remember half of it.

Simon’s eyes opened slowly, shutting again quickly when sunlight hit them. Where am I? he thought groggily, pushing himself into a sitting position and looking around. That’s when his gaze landed on Kaye. And he remembered everything. Shit.

Kaye stared at Simon for a few moments, the pounding in his head almost keeping him from thinking properly. What was he even supposed to say? He barely even knew what happened last night.

"Uh," Kaye started, rubbing the back of his neck in thought as he glanced around the room before settling his gaze back on Simon. "What happened, exactly?"

Simon met his gaze evenly before realizing the implications of what Kaye was saying. “Nothing our of the ordinary,” he affirmed quickly, shutting his eyes for a moment. “You were drunk, I walked you home, you offered to let me stay the night because it was dark out, you watched some sitcom.”

Kaye nodded slowly as he looked around the familiar apartment as if he were trying to reinstate himself in the location. He looked back towards Simon for a few moments, realizing and hoping that he hadn't made the other sleep on the floor last night. This is the last time you're getting drunk…

"Well, you must be hungry. Breakfast?" Kaye proposed as he pushed himself, wobbling a bit as he winced a bit at his pounding headache. Covering the pain with a quick smile, he started to make his way towards the kitchen.

Simon hesitated. Should he be heading out? Kaye probably didn’t want him to hang around, wouldn’t staying for breakfast be overstepping some boundary? “Are you sure?” he asked carefully, drifting after him.

Kaye nodded with a small hum as he made his way towards the kitchen, settling on making something simple like french toast. He began to grab a few of the supplies, occasionally wincing at the pain that was not only in his head but almost…everywhere. Mostly his face. *Did you get the stitches yesterday?" he asked himself, wondering if that was a culprit of his pain from the throbbing in his bottom lip.

Simon lingered at the doorway of the kitchen, rubbing his arm. Suddenly self-conscious, he rubbed at his arm. “How are you feeling? Hungover?” he inquired politely, eyes flicking around the unfamiliar room. “I can do your stitches today, if you still want me to.”

"Definitely hungover," Kaye nodded with a small, tired sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. He probably looked like a mess, with his dark hair sticking in every direction and the bruises lining his cheek, though at this point he didn't care. "Should we do them now or after breakfast?"

“Probably now,” Simon suggested, taking a small step into the kitchen. “It may be hard to eat afterwards.” Slightly nervous in the new environment, he kept his eyes on Kaye, who looked satisfyingly disheveled.

"Alright. I think there are some supplies in this cupboard…" Kaye answered, trailing off as he kneeled down to the small panel under the sink. Once he opened it, like he promised, there was a small box full of medical supplies, ranging from bandaids to stitching supplies. "Where should I sit?" He asked, setting the box on the counter next to him. Perhaps the counter, so he could be the same height as Simon, or the table so Simon could sit down as well.

Simon glanced around, picking up the box. "The counter," he decided. "Sit on the counter." Suddenly very anxious– what if he messed up? What if he accidentally touched Kaye in a weird way?– he swallowed, doing his best to hide it.

Kaye nodded and pushed himself up onto the counter, wincing slightly at how sore his arms seemed to feel. He began to swing his legs back and forth, instead focusing on that as Simon began to open the small first aid box, wondering if it would be odd to have the other man so close to him. Just…don't do anything stupid, he warned himself as he tucked a few messy strands of hair behind his ears.

(I.. have no idea how stitches work. Sorry if I'm super inaccurate lol)

Simon stepped close, a threaded needle in hand. He braced himself, then raised a hand to aye's cheek to steady his face. "Stay still," he instructed, unable to meet the other man's eyes. "This is going to hurt like hell."

(me neither lol. It'll be totally fine whichever way you write it)

Kaye didn't answer, unable to move his head to nod as Simon placed their hand on his cheek, so instead he stayed silent, hoping the other would understand. As the other stepped closer and touched their cheek, Kaye felt his cheeks heat up faintly, though quickly covered it up with a braced expression as he prepared himself for the needle.

(lol tanks)

Kaye's skin felt warm under his hand…. Simon tried to shake the thought away. No. He was not going to think about how nice Kaye's eyes were, or how soft his skin was, while he was stitching him up. Moving carefully, he threaded the needle through the flesh of his lip, trying to be gentle.

Kaye visibly winced and tensed up when the needle threaded through his lip, though he tried to keep a straight face. Instead, he tried focusing on Simon's eyes, the ones he didn't realize were mismatched until now. He liked them, one a pale grey and the other hazel…though he would never say that out loud.

Kaye had faint freckles speckling his skin and admittedly nice eyes, a tawny, gold-like hazel. Simon flinched as the thought went through his head, clenching his jaw. He was not going to think about that now. Or about what Kaye had said last night. He just kept stitching, wincing every time Kaye did.

After a few moments of the needle going in and out of his lip, Kaye relaxed, focusing on Simon's steady hands as he continued to study the other man's features. He noticed the small scars on their skin here and there, a few nicks on his nose, though what interested him the most was the…sadness that seemed to weigh down Simon's gaze. It made him wonder what the other man had gone through…or was going through.

Every single muscle in Simon’s body was wound up tight, screaming at him to step away from Kaye. But he just kept stitching up the other man’s lip, though he could feel himself under intense observation. Kaye’s lips felt undeniably soft against his fingers, a thought that terrified him. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he finished off the last stitch.

Kaye let out a small breath that he had been keeping in, his features and body relaxing visibly once the stitches were finished. They had hurt, though the pain seemed to numb as he pressed a light finger to his bottom lip, feeling the stitches for a few moments. "Thank you," he mumbled, unable to move his mouth too much, but managed to utter a small thanks. Without Simon, Kaye wouldn't have known how to take care of it…most likely leaving it to get infected.

Simon shrugged, slightly uncomfortably, turning to the sink to rinse off the bloodied needle. "No problem," he answered simply, his fingers still tingling from the prolonged contact. "How does it feel? Did it hurt too much?" It was clear from his tone that he was worried, worried he had done something wrong.

"Just a bit," Kaye shrugged as he dropped his hand back to his side, pushing himself off of the counter and back onto the kitchen floor. Sure, it might have been a lie, since it had hurt a lot, though he knew he had gone through much worse than that. There was no use in complaining.

Simon finished cleaning off the needle and returned it to the emergence kit, handing it back to Kaye. "I recommend consuming only liquids for the next few days, soups and stuff, and drink them with a straw on the opposite side of your mouth to the stitches." he told him, careful to keep his tone flat and level.

Kaye nodded, listening to Simon as he began to place the emergency kit back into the small, wooden cabinet. He stood back up and yawned, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to fix it, though the strands continued to stay in their messy state. "Can I still make you breakfast? It's the least I can do," he asked.

Simon stood still for a beat, unsure how to respond. "You don't have to do anything to repay me," he replied finally, though his stomach thought otherwise. Kaye didn't owe him anything. He couldn't just take his food, that would hardly be fair.

"C'mon, it'll only take a couple minutes," Kaye insisted as he continued to grab a few more ingredients out of the cupboards, trying to think of what he was going to make. He didn't give Simon much a voice…just part of him wanted the other man to stay for a little longer, even if it was only a few minutes. "How does french toast sound?" He asked, glancing over towards Simon in question.

Simon's eyes widened a fraction. Proper breakfast? He hadn't eaten one in years, let alone something as delicious as French toast. He managed a nod, incredibly confused. Kaye would go so far as to offer him such a good breakfast? "Thanks, Kaye- you don't have to do this."

Kaye shrugged loosely as he continued to move around the kitchen, already stirring a mixture in a bowl which he prepared for the bread already sitting near a pan. Of course he had to do this. Simon had walked him home, put up with his drunk babbling, and treated to his lip…he needed to repay him somehow. Dismissing his thoughts, Kaye continued to move around the kitchen, he hummed a small tune, the stitches, bruises and his hair sticking in every direction made him seem odd in such a peaceful area.

Simon blinked and focused on the floor, feeling extremely out of place. He also felt as if he was cheating Kaye, making him feel obligated to make him food, but was afraid of being rude if he said anything more.