TW// Surgery, scar
CW// Probably sounds kinky

They're in college. Sorry if it feels a little kinky?? (it's not smut tho) I didn't mean to, it's just the 'scar worship' thing.

*Brendon's POV* (1.3k+ words)

It's been a little over two weeks since Ryan got into surgery.

He got his appendix removed after the thing swelled and caused him pain, so it needed to be taken out, I guess. I'm not a doctor, and I just remember some of the words they told me.

Our families stayed behind in Las Vegas when we moved to New York for college, therefore we're by ourselves in this place. And when Ryan told his mom he was getting into surgery she didn't even bother to answer. So, I gladly was the one who took full care of him after spending two days in the hospital.

An appendectomy isn't so much of a big deal, same for the post surgery care. And I'm being great on that, even if he's fully recovered by now I'm still pampering my baby.

The tiny incision on his right lower half of his abdomen it's just a badass scar now. And I'm quite proud of that —I was the one who changed the bandages lemme be proud.

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"Babe," Ryan calls me from our bedroom. "Bren!"

I'm trying to do my homework but duty calls, he's more important right now than this stupid algebra stuff.

"Jeez, why so impatient?" I chuckle when I arrive the bedroom and I lean on the doorway crossing my arms over my chest.

"Why are you there and not here?" At there he points out of the room, and at here he points the empty spot on the bed beside him.

I roll my eyes with a grin on my face, then get out of the room again, but I don't go far. I stay on the other side of the wall just a few inches away from the door.

"Don't play stupid with me Brendon, I know you're there." I can't see him but I swear he rolled his eyes.

"How can you know that? you can't see me." I answer mockingly.

"Bren, I don't think you noticed, but your body standing in the hall is practically creating a shadow that reflects on the doorway." He says matter of factly, when I turn around to check, indeed, my shadow is on the fucking floor.

I sigh in defeat and I enter the room again, not looking at the smirk plastered on his face, I won't give him the right to do that.

"What were you even trying to do baby?" He chuckles grabbing my hand and pulling me down to lay beside him on the bed —not with so much force, he can't anyways.

"Dunno," I turn around so my head is resting on his chest and my right arm is wrapped around his midsection —being extremely careful with the not so long ago healed scar—. "I have overdue homework, and you're not making it any easy."

He plays with locks of my hair and I cuddle closer to him, nuzzling his bare chest.

"That's no my fault, you're the one laying here with me, I'm not forcing you to." I sit up to look at him with my eyelids lowered, and he has this stupid grin on his face.

Like he was not so long ago asking for me to come and be here with him. "You," I throw a playful threatening glare.

"Me what?" He changes the look on his face to a puppy eyes face. I melt and I launch at him to attack his lips and we both smile on it.

"Don't puppy eye me, you know how well it works." I whisper against his lips breaking the contact just a little before smashing our lips together again.

I cup his cheeks with my hands deepening the kiss. He has a tight grip on my shirt and he pulls me off of him.

"Hey, why did you do that?" I pout and return the puppy eyes to him.

"I called you here because I want to cuddle with you, not for that," He says and we both laugh.

"You dumbass, you're ill. I'm not as bad as I could seem." I return to my cuddly position on his side. "But still, if I don't get to graduate it isn't my fault, it's yours."

"Of course," he chuckles. "So you're gonna go back to your homework and be a responsable student or are you staying here?"

"Shut up, you already know" I kiss softly his shoulder and then I move up to press my lips on his cheek. He giggles.

"I want to watch a movie." Ryan states and it's the smooth way for 'Bren, move your ass and put a movie on'.

"Which one?, we already watched all the Netflix catalogue." It's the only thing we've been doing these past weeks, movie after movie after movie.

"I dunno, maybe we should watch Aladdin." He says and starts to push me away slightly so I can put the movie on.

"I know Aladdin it's fucking awesome but we've seen it three times already." I whine because if I watch it one more time I swear the carpet on the floor will fly away.

"I don't care, go on, the movie will not play by itself, it needs your help." I look up and he has the puppy eyes again.

"Ok, ok. But next time I get to choose eh?" It's pointless really, he will choose next like he always does. But it's just the puppy eyes, the fucking puppy eyes that makes me weak and melt to it.

He nods like he means it and I play the movie.

I cuddle next to him with my face plastered on his chest raising up and down as he breathes. My left hand softly drawing patterns on his bare stomach.

My eyes are not focused on the screen, they're following my fingers as they are softly brushing the soft pale skin underneath them.

Caressing the skin and suddenly my index finger touches the scar. And I immediately look up at him, worried about me hurting him.

"I'm sorry babe, are you ok? I didn't meant to-." He shushes me with his lips on mine, his hands cupping my cheeks.

"Bren I'm fine, don't worry baby." He murmurs against my lips and leaves a trail of soft dainty kisses on my cheek and jaw until he gets to my ear and whispers.

"Now lets go back to the movie, it's my favorite part." The way his voice sounds sends shivers down my spine but also makes me giggle. The tone of his voice didn't match what he actually said, he and his voice —I mentally sigh contently.

We go back to our lying position, but this time that I'm drawing invisible patterns on the soft skin, I'm actually brushing over the scar, caressing it.

I wonder what could happen if I kiss it?

Like it's already closed. When it was open I needed to wash it and the damn thing didn't open. What could happen if I just lean down and press my lips the softest I possibly can over it?

There's just a way of figure it out.

I start leaving a trail of kisses all over his chest and stomach. Dainty little kisses, like the skin could broke if I don't do it like that.

He doesn't respond, he keeps his gaze on the screen and just pets my hair and plays with long locks of my hair.

That's until my lips touch just an inch away of the newly healed skin, "Bren what're you doing?"

I look up to ask him, "Do you mind if I kiss you here?" My fingers slightly touches the spot I'm referring to and he gives me a confused look first but then he nods.

So I lean down and press delicately my lips over it and he giggles.

"That tickles."

I grin and lean up to catch his lips. And when I pull apart I press our noses together in a beautiful eskimo kiss.

"Babe?" I nod. "Can't you wait until the movie ends? You're distracting me." He smiles and kisses me before he pulls both of us back in the bed.

"Of course I can"

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