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"You're ridiculous, is what you are."

But there's also an entirely pleased flush of his cheeks as he says it. There's also absolutely a desire to keep being kissed.

"'Ish', hmm?" And both eyebrows go up into his hairline, in their incredulity; yes, their incredulity; his eyebrows tend to have a life of their own, as well-groomed as they appear!

"Ridiculous, MD," he amends with a contented hum, lips absolutely unwilling to stop pressing with soft earnest smacks against the other young man's jaw. "And entirely unwilling to risk your health by not filling this prescription."

An important medical prescription.

"I mean."

It feels wrong not to qualify it. It also feels right to lift his hands with splayed fingers; a slightly defensive gesture, perhaps.

"Not of medicine. Or science."

"Oh yes? Of the arts perhaps, then?" The other young man's eyebrows stay up in his hairline, of course; this is too much to believe, quite frankly! "I mean, which school did you matriculate with, anyway, young man....?" As if he has any right to call the other young man upon his youth.

"An' what's the risk to my health caused by me being 'really cute,' exactly?"

Other than the fact that it makes him blush like this. That his fingers are curling a little unconsciously into the fabric of his boyfriend's shirt with the eventual intent of pulling him in for more thorough kisses.

As long as those fingers are holding him close, he's absolutely not going to stop. As long as those cheeks are warmly flushed, he's absolutely going to keep covering them with little kisses.

"Oh, you don't want to know. It's pretty terrible, if you aren't inoculated like this."

Of course there's got to be a brow arch for that. He may be caught in a lie about his medical qualifications, but he's certainly not to be 'young'ed at by other people under the age of 30.

"It's actually-- a lot more like the 'play one on TV' variety than any of that."

"Indeed?" The eyebrows remain dubious with all that this other young man has said, and remain seemingly unconvinced of the whole business whereby he, a Doctor of Mathematics, has no right or business to call this other young man such... "I mean, I was only curious, being that I took a Maths doctorate at Oxford..."

He'll be having to keep on with the kisses, then, because Elliot isn't entirely certain he can pull himself away. Nor does he want to, really.

Especially since it apparently will be detrimental to his health, "Guess I should be thanking you for keeping me safe, then."

Now, how can he do that?

Ah, yes. Tugging him in slightly for a proper kiss seems like a good plan.

"Well, then. One of us is an actual doctor."

If the sort of doctor who got quirked lips to accompany the title. It couldn't be helped, with the non-medical ones.

That's a very good solution. That's a great solution. That's absolutely got Edgar humming in absolute glee against the proper kiss for a moment before he pulls back to bump their noses together.

"Probably. Probably have t' thank me a lot."

Preferably just like this, of course.

"I think I can do that."

It's so easy, after all, to grin, bump his nose back against Edgar's, and lean in to kiss him again.

"Thank you."

"Indeed, as opposed to -- what was it you said? Playing one on the telly?" Matthew Johnson pulls another grimace at his companion in this room, as he considers the young(er?) man. "If you would like to see me for maths tutoring, I'd be glad to aid you; I am a teacher, after all... But do not believe for a moment that I shall trust you to see to this sprained wrist of mine-- and it is a mere sprain, of that i am certain." He grimaces yet again as he lifts his arm up, to show his right wrist, which had turned ever-so-slightly, with the most infinitesimal of CRACKing noises, when he'd landed upon it whilst he was making a turn in the rollerskating race against this other young man...!

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There's a very pleased hum on his lips against the kiss, and another against Elliot's cheek as he pulls back again to just settle for a moment.

"Thank you, too. For listening t' my expert medical advice."

Ah. Right. Back away from the fake credentials and into the general, practical use of said hypothetical study.

"--right. Well, just. I am-- complete real life, no lies-- a big brother. Lemme check on it anyway."

He'd cracked quite a few bones back into place.

"Oh, are you?" Matthew raised an eyebrow again, and then... gingerly held out his arm to the other young man... "Well, so am I, and I say it's just a sprain, but-- I'm willing to take a second opinion from a telly doctor!" He smiled dryly at this "cute" little remark of his, almost as if he was embarrassed by it, in fact.

The chuckle is soft but entirely pleased.

"You're welcome. Got to listen t'the experts, after all."

Hello Selwyn, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of Selwyn

"Problem is, though," he murmurs softly against the other man's neck, "you need to have a lot of continued check-ups, okay?"

Until Elliot properly understood how deeply he was loved.

(And then maybe for fun.)

"Yeah?" There's a smile in his voice as his lips find the Clubs' temple fondly, "Glad 've got a good doctor then."

That'll make the check-ups a lot more enjoyable.

Because you deserve to know who you're playing with.

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oh GOD, Ed, you're gonna CRACK a BONE back into place?! xD ilu so much, and also iH8U2...! xD <3

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❤~❤~❤~

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