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Back Pain-Javey

1) This isn't dirty.

2) It's 2am, and I can't sleep anymore. Not because I went to bed ridiculously early, but likely because I might have insomnia.

3) I'm going to need a doctor; for the insomnia.

This came to me because I woke up, and started thinking about how I would handle an issue if someone was racist to me, but then I started thinking about how awesome my mom is (she's so awesome), and after that I started thinking about the fact that Livesies Davey would probably have chronic back pain because of his height, like I will have chronic back pain because of my height. Both of my parents are tall too, which doesn't help.

Shockingly enough, the intrusive thought I have every night before bed hasn't showed up, so I'd say we're doing pretty well.

Also, he/they Jack Kelly because why not.

Anyway, enjoy!!!

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Jack whistled to himself as he unlocked the door to his apartment, carrying his bag of spray paint and various other requirements. They'd just finished painting a mural at a children's hospital, one to incite encouragement and love, but they didn't really see the point of it. To him, it felt like a last resort.

They walked into their small living area, closing the door and toeing off their shoes, like his everyday routine. After placing them in a nice line and putting his work things down, he locked the door with a smile, happy to be home.

But he turned around and found a lanky mess on the floor. "Davey?"

He grunted uncharacteristically, his hair a mess and still in his work clothes. Jack furrowed his brows as they crawled onto the floor, right in front of their boyfriend's body. "I think you missed the couch by a few feet there."

He laughed to himself, finding his joke didn't exactly kill. Davey still laid on the floor, his arm covering his eyes, and his lips turned down into a gentle frown. "You okay, Dave?"

"'M in pain", he answered with a sigh, and Jack frowned himself. He should've figured as much. "My back."

It was always his back, not that it was his fault. Davey was carrying a lot of things in that head of his, a lot of worries he preferred not to talk about. He also had a stressful job, working with different groups of kids as a substitute teacher, which meant there were good days and bad days.

But the biggest culprit was his height, standing at six foot one. There was simply nothing he could do about that.

Jack took Davey's other hand and played with his fingers, doing their best to cheer him up without the requirement to stand. "Is it stress pain or back pain?"

"Both, I think", the taller slurred, and Jack frowned further. "I don't want to get up."

"Well, you'll have to at some point because you're still in your work clothes", Jack reasoned, and Davey smiled a bit. "And I would like to talk to you about my day while we completely ignore the movie we're about the watch."

"Which means I have to shower and everything, right?" Jack gasped in false surprised, still holding Davey's hand tight.

"Davey, I am appalled! You're starting to sound like me." The taller man chuckled this time, and Jack knew they were doing something to help.

"We spend a lot of time together, not that I'm complaining."

Jack smiled, knowing that was true. They'd been spending time together as friends since high school, and time together as partners since senior year. To say they spent a lot of time together is a severe understatement because they were running on half a decade with each other, and Jack wouldn't change that.