records on my fingers

It was such a experience to be working on this while Inators was working on the Forever and a Day fic. I'm so happy that we got to collaborate on this perryshmirtz wedding project ❤️. It took me a while, but I am so happy and excited to finally being able to share this with everyone. I worked very very hard on it 🤓. Enjoy!

Special thanks to @inators for supporting me during the making process 💕

Credits:

"It's fine." Heinz says, puffing out the chip bag. He settles back into the armrest of the conspicuously pink chair, patting into it's back, and Perry rolls his eyes. "Take a seat."

Perry does so, of course, keeping his hands away from his body. A futile effort, naturally—Heinz presses a button on the remote as he chirped; "I'm just looking for the right—CHANNEL!" and the armrests pop off to restrain him bodily against the comfortable (but immovable) sofa cushions. Perry puts up a token struggle, but even Heinz doesn't give him much merit. He plops down into Perry's lap, their bodies fitting together temple-to-toe, making himself at home.

Which he is at, to be fair.

"Nice?" Heinz asked, batting his eyes, and Perry has to look away lest the quirk of his lips gave himself away. Heinz squirms, grinning knowingly. "Comfy?"

He couldn't sign, not like this. So he chirps, knowing full well the other man has no issue interpreting that either.

"Oh, good." Heinz said, delightfully. "Because now you're all strapped in I can vent you my evil scheme. It's about freaking Tyler."

Ahhh, Perry should've known. Heinz had been complaining about the other man's incessant spoiling habit (and his self-sabotaging band of devoted followers who cannot help but demand for those spoilers every other day or so) for a couple of days yet.

He doesn't personally have anything against him, on principle. Perry was more of a book lover than a TV-Show addict, and their screen preferences align little anyhow (he does not imagine Tyler was an avid fan of spanish telenovelas), but it's an easy thing to imagine the rage should he ever overhear the season 10 finale of Lé Ultima Pasion from the lobby of his own apartment building just because some asshole refused to keep his mouth shut. Heinz's grief is easy to commiserate.

Perry tilts his head, a light quirk of his eyebrow. Did he already spoil Ryan's arc in Acquaintances?

"What? No." Heinz scoffed. "It comes out tommorow afternoon on American cable—and I know you know that. But yeah, it's related."

Aha. Perry gives the restraints another nudge of effort, slipping his elbow up and out of the metal armature. Heinz pops open the chip bag, and slips him the first. His fingers linger briefly against the edge of Perry's teeth as he feeds it to him, a twinkle of mischief in his eye that Perry thinks—

But no. It can't be. They're on the clock.

Heinz, he wants to admonish, but instead he takes the trap breaking a little bit more seriously.

Heinz's fingers—a little wet from Perry's own spit—tap playfully at the edge of his jaw, smelling like artifical barbeque seasoning, and Perry grumbles, turning himself away. Heinz!

"Oh, it's fine you big baby." Heinz rolls his eyes, snuggling a little closer and Perry—curse his warmth, the evident comfort in the other man's body language, smelling a little like toothpaste and Perry's musky body wash—is a weak, weak man. "It's past office hours and you know he won't check your overtime security footage."

Perry turns his cheek back to the other side, brushing the bridge of his nose into the skin of Heinz's temple. Heinz feeds him another chip, lips brushing. Perry can feel him smirking. I thought this was supposed to be an evil scheme.