My Mad Scientist (REWRITE) (Boyxboy one shots)

Stress n Sleep

An: Wattpad ain't like AO3 no siree because ao3 got an author's note box and I gotta write the an here like some sort of old Fanfiction dot net fogey.  Anyways! This is supposed to be a direct rewrite of one of my old stories on here, "My Mad Scientist" I hope you like this rewrite, I hope you stay safe in quarantine.   The art is gonna be replaced soon lmao I just needed a placeholder that wasn't stolen art. I hope you enjoy!

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Jack worried Matthew. Just a little bit, he swears.

Alright, it's an understatement; Jack worried Matthew a lot. His large, tired eyes and occasional feral glint, his frenzied gait, his concentrated gaze and expression-- they are mildly worrying, but they didn't worry Matthew as much as his sleeping schedule.

Matthew knows that Jack works. On what? For who? Jack doesn't explain. His workshop is full of unidentifiable parts from dissected machines and his experiments and robots would work for a couple of minutes before being deactivated. All Matthew knows is that whatever Jack is working on, it nets him enough cash to give him a relatively stable existence.

Matthew is watching TV, flipping through channels. He hasn't seen Jack all day, and it makes his heart clench when he thinks about how late he would stay up in the lab, slipping into bed next to him-- out like a light. He knows Jack sleeps late and works hard, and has been taking care of himself, mostly, before he moved in all those years ago, but Matthew is antsy and worried that one day, Jack is going to lose steam.

He's lounging, spread out like a cat on the couch when he sees Jack come into the living room from the opposite hallway leading from the workshop out of the corner of his eye. He sits up.

"Jack!" He calls and Jack nearly jumps three feet in the air. He looks worse for wear, his eyes slightly sunken and purplish, his stance drooping. Matthew winces sheepishly, beckoning him over, now sitting on the edge of the couch.

"Hey Matt." Jack says hoarsely. Matthew takes Jack's hands, holds them in his own. They're cold with his poor circulation and calloused and rough with burns.

"I haven't seen you all day." Matthew says, a whine present on the edge of his voice. Jack's head is droopy, as if he's been zombified by exhaustion. Jack blinks slowly at him, squints down at him as if unfocused.

"Sorry." He mumbles hoarsely, "Slept late."

Matt makes a sympathetic noise, glances at the hallway that leads to Jack's workshop and grimaces.

"Sit with me." He says and Jack's eyes widen marginally.

"I've gotta-- babe-- I've gotta finish one last thing."

Matthew gives him a flat look, "It can wait."

"I was gonna get coffee, it's just one thing."

"It can wait." Matthew refuses to budge. Jack sits on the couch with him, leaning into him, relaxing.

"Okay, I'll sit with you." Jack says, nearly petulant. Their shoulders are touching, Jack looks like he's trying not to completely lean into Matthew's warmth and fall asleep.

"How much sleep did you get this time?" Matthew asks wearily. Jack watches the TV silently.

"Two? Maybe three hours?" Jack says.

"How much longer is your project gonna take?"

"Only six more." Jack says and his expression gives away dread at the thought. Matthew feels the same.

"Only?" Matthew asks, he cups Jack's face to look at him, "Jack, baby, you need to sleep."

"I've kept going for longer, with less." Jack protests feebly and Matthew sighs. He leans forward, presses his forehead against Jack's. Jack sighs at the touch, giving Matthew a chaste kiss.

"It worries me how you're running on fumes here." Matthew murmurs to him. His fingers card through Jack's hair, their noses brushing.

"I can do it, though." Jack says. He sounds so tired.

"I'm sorry that I let it go on for so long. I'm sorry I haven't noticed." Matt says, sad. Jack's eyebrows raise in surprise.

"It's not your fault I haven't been sleeping." Jack says, slightly defensive.

"It's my job, as your boyfriend, to notice these things." Matt sighs.

Jack doesn't respond, he's flushed down to the neck, now shyer than he's ever been.

"I'm sorry for worrying you." Jack mumbles, his hands play with the hem of Matt's shirt, his forehead against Matt's shoulder.

"It's okay." Matthew hums, "Love you."

Jack leans back, surprised, color rising in his face again. He smiles, brings Matt's head down to kiss him again.

"Love you too."

"Now, let's get you to sleep." Matt starts and Jack yelps when he's grabbed around the waist, pulled over his shoulder.

"Matt!" Jack protests, he lets out a short disbelieving laugh, "I can get to bed on my own Matt-- put me down!"

"Yeah, and you and I both know that you're stubborn." Matt says with a smirk. He trudges his way up the stairs, past his room, towards their room, "It'll take more than just asking you to sleep to actually get you to sleep."

Jack sighs, going slack on Matthew's shoulder.

Matt places Jack on the bed, noticing how his resignation has started to cause him to nod off.

"Come on, Doc." Matt murmurs, nudging him affectionately, "Let's get you into something more comfortable."

Jack nods sleepily and Matt starts helping him out of his work apron and lab coat, pulling off his tee shirt, pulling off his socks and shoes.

Matt hands Jack his most comfortable sleep shirt, and starts helping him out of his work pants as Jack pulls on the shirt, leaving him in his boxers.

Jack falls onto his pillow, curling up onto his side. Matt pulls on his own pajamas, crawling into bed next to him, pulling his sheets over Jack as he falls asleep. He brushes a lock of dark hair away from Jack's face, watching how his expression turns peaceful.

"Good night." Matt says with a small smile, and soon he drifts off.   

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An: Maybe I'll keep rewriting it, who knows! I've been trying to keep things cute and clean and maybe a bit sad because my writing has been sorta smutty lately. Please tell me what you think