Scar worship

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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.

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