backyardbbq | Call me out shippy/smutty post!

...Y'know, part of my billing is my biting wit so maybe don't do half my job.

[He sighs and tries to take a look, but the pants are a bit in the way.]

So, this normally happens after a date or two or at least way more booze, but I'm gonna need those pants off. All the way off. Preferably, you getting into a hospital gown but I don't enforce that.

[Hell no, Shiro is going to match Gabriel wit for wit. Because that's how he rolls.

And despite being in pain and bleeding, he still manages to smirk and wiggle his eyebrows.]

That eager to see me undressed, huh?

[But he'll comply. His pants come off and join his coat on one of the chairs (said coat had been left there earlier, so Shiro could get at his arms), leaving him in a shirt, tie, and boxers.]

Well, it's been pretty lonely these past few months.

[He chuckles and turns behind him to grab some ointment from the cabinet. Popping the top open, he moves closer.]

Now don't get too excited here. Then we'll be real awkward.

[Putting his fingers inside, he moves to rub some of the ointment on the wound on his leg, rubbing it nice and slowly to calm it down and lower the pain coming from it.]

Trust me, there's nothing exciting about this.

[It stings, but Shiro keeps himself from tensing up and wrecking Gabriel's work. Now that he is actually being treated he can be patient.]

Now I'm offended.

[But after that remark, he quickly gets back to work, rubbing the leg and the mark with the ointment.]

Bend up your leg a bit so I can get the bottom.

[To help with that, he grabs a chair for him to rest his other foot on.]

After this, we'll bandage you up, and put you in a bed for the night.

Ha, you said 'bottom'.

[Mature humor for adults wololololol

But he leans back and does as requested. This old guy is surprisingly flexible for being, well, old.]

I'd be fine to leave once I'm patched up, right? No need for me to take up a bed or anything, I'm sure there's others who could use it.

Yeah, don't be an ass about it.

[Not that he's serious about that.]

Nope. Sorry. The ointmint is good for a bit, but in case some surgery actually needs to happen, I have to keep you in a hospital bed.

[Not that he thinks he does.]

Besides, don't you want to see my handsome face when you wake up tomorrow?

Oh, well if I get to see that then I guess I'll have to stay.

[AKA breaking out in the middle of the night is a go.]

So I get to wear a paper gown after all then?

Well aren't you a sweet talker.

[He's not stupid, trust him.]

Actually, I'm gonna keep you laying in this office here. Too much movement and the ointment won't set. Then you'll actually need full on stitches down there. Hoping I can just fix it up with a few applications of the stuff.

[Which he proceeds to drop into a drawer that is quickly locked up.]

You'll be here at least one night. If you're good, I might even bring you breakfast.

[Wow rude

Shiro is less than pleased that his plan was seen through, so he's going to go with plan B: flirt shamelessly until this doctor gets uncomfortable and discharges him early. ]

Eggs and toast in bed, AND delivered by a stud? I couldn't possibly ask for more.

[Joke's on Shiro, he hasn't been flirted with in years, he's more than ready to go back.]

Maybe I'll even be wearing the paper gown. Give you a view while you enjoy breakfast.

[And he even winks.]

Ha! Matching outfits, perfect.

They'll be a lot easier to get off after breakfast too.

[He will not be outdone. ]

Who said we'd be waiting for after breakfast?

[He slides his chair closer and moves just so his knee is between those legs.]

I have such late nights in this hospital, I was thinking of coming for a late night visit.

[Just to completely block Shiro from trying to escape.]

I'll even bring booze.

[He sees right through that you shit. ]

Aaah, that sounds pretty good, I have to admit. It won't pop my stitches, right?

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So long as you don't get busy before hand, it won't.

[Call him out on it, he dares you to.]

I know it'll be hard to sit and do nothing when you look at me, but you don't want to hurt yourself.

[ Nah, he'll just silently seethe and try to work his way out of this office another way. ]

Well what am I supposed to do, with you taking your sweet time and all. Better hurry, doc, before I hurt myself.

[Trust him, he can go all night.]

Well if you hurt yourself, you'll just have my hands all over you again.

[And just so he teases and doesn't touch, he lets a finger move just over the skin.]

Now see, you're making it win-win for me.

[He'll just. Sit up a bit more so he can reach to place his hand over Gabriel's. ]

I was more hoping to spend some time with you out of the hospital.

[When he sits up, Gabriel gets right into Shiro's face now, just a breath away from the other.

How far are you willing to take it, Shiro?]

There's only so much we can do here.

[Do not question his a bit to play gay chicken, you will lose that battle.

And the answer is 'all the way', by the way. Even if it is a quick smooch, just to show how serious he is.]

I think we can arrange something, sure.

[Oh, trust and believe, he'll play right back.

He even grins after the smooch. It's been a long time since he's gotten a kiss, he's pretty relieved.]

I'll have to set aside a date night and everything for you.

It'll have to be dinner and a movie. I don't think i'll be skydiving or anything any time soon.

[He can see a demon sniffing around out of the corner of his eye, but he plays it cool and acts like nothing is wrong. ]

Netflix and chill, I think, is the term. Don't worry. I have my own subscription. And my own bed.

[Seeing as Gabriel is a doctor and not someone who can really see demons, he's not even noticing. Gay chicken is more important right now.]

Ha! That's what the kids call it nowadays, huh?

[Yeah this isn't good, the demon is poking at some of the sensitive equipment. Shiro needs to get Gabriel out of the room somehow. ]

How about you be a dear and get the rest of what I need for tonight, so I can get settled in?

All the cool hospital kids love netflix and chill while they're dying.

[But he takes the hint. Slowly he climbs off of the chair.]

Alright, get yourself into bed. I'll be back with dinner. Now, it won't be fine dining but uh...

[He walks to the door and opens it.]

Hey, maybe you won't die.

[And shuts it, leaving Shiro alone with the demon. He needs a smoke anyways.]

[Yeah no, Shiro does not get into bed. Instead, he is going to try taking care of the demon in the room, hopefully in a peaceful manner.

Spoilers: it does not work, and by the time Gabriel gets back, Shiro has another cut on his arm that has been stitched up, a bandage on part of his face, and most of the equipment in the room has been knocked over. There are also syringes embedded in the wall, as if they were thrown in with a lot of force.

Shiro himself is in bed, though, and is trying his best to act natural, despite the fact that he is sweating a bit. He may-or-may-not have been trying to clean up the mess, but dove to get into bed when he heard the door opening.]

[Gabriel is about to say something, but he opens the door and...]

...Holy fucking shit.

[He placed the tray on a clean spot on the desk, hand on his head and rubbing it.]

What the hell happened?

[His office is basically destroyed and there's only one person in the room. He looks around the room and then right to Shiro.]

The hell happened to my office?!

[Welp. This is going to get awkward.]

...ghosts?

[Start out with the truth, as unbelievable as it may sound. Then, when nobody believes it, the fake-ass lie he will come up with next will actually sound believable.]

...Y'wanna try that again with a less bullshit reason?

[Because nope, Gabriel doesn't believe a word of that which came out of your mouth. Please try again.]

Alright, alright. Some guy ran in here and tried to take my painkillers, and we had a fight.

[Still pretty crazy, but less crazy than ghosts. Which is funny, because ghosts was the truthful answer.]

...Maybe that blood loss is getting to your head.

[He's not going to question it. They'll clean up this place in the night. But he can't keep the guy here.]

Now I gotta put you someplace else. Y'happy?

[He grabs the wheelchair from the side of the room and brings it over. Least this thing survived as he gets it ready.]

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