Mullette Oneshots

Tear

"LAFAYETTE!"

"Baise toi, chienne!"

"Bad Laffy! You need to lay down!"

Hercules was on one side of the kitchen table, Lafayette glaring viciously from the other side. Laf faked right then bolted left, jumping over a bottle of meds that he had kicked to the carpet as Herc struggled to follow him.

"Laf, please, holy shit,"

Lafayette growled and hid behind the couch feebly. "No,"

Herc sighed. "You tore a muscle. You need to rest and take your pain meds. Why are you being so stubborn?"

Lafayette laid on the ground where he was and curled into a ball. "I don't want to,"

"Why not?"

"I need to go to work,"

"You're taking time off. I already arranged it with your boss. Take your mcfucking meds,"

Lafayette stuck his tongue out. "Mcfuck you,"

Hercules rolled his eyes and picked Lafayette up, carrying him into the bedroom and laying him down on the bed.

Lafayette groaned.

"Will you take the pills now?"

He raised his middle finger weakly.

"Dammit, Laf, you're too weak to even flip me off. Please take your medicine,"

Lafayette day bolt upright. "I'll have you know that I am never too weak to flip anyone off, and if I do become that weak, I'll flip someone off anyway as my last act on this earth,"

Hercules gritted his teeth. "That leaves me with one more option,"

Lafayette eyes widened a bit. He started to shake his head.

"No, no, you've driven me to it," Hercules smiles devilishly.

He crawled slowly on top of Laf and ground lightly into his hips. Lafayette groaned and punched Herc's chest as best he could. Then started grinding back.

"Good boy, Laffy,"

Lafayette shivered. "Hnnnhgh,"

"Take your pills?"

Lafayette pushed upward for more friction. "F-fine, but you owe me,"

Hercules chuckled. "Okay, Laffy,"