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Notes: Thank you all for your continued love and support with this! As promised, here’s another Sunday update of our soft boys <3

Week 3: 

“Are you telling me that you really aren’t going to cook me breakfast?” Alex pouts. 

“No, I simply suggested that if we ordered Doordash and had them leave it on the porch, then I could use my telekinesis to bring the food to us and neither of us would have to leave the bed,” he explains, earning him a loud laugh from Alex. 

“You’re ridiculous,” Alex says to him. 

“I’m a genius,” Michael argues. 

“Or just really lazy,” he teases. 

“You don’t get it,” he says, trying to find some way to explain it. He reaches out to run his hands through the mess that is Alex’s hair. The man looks completely sexed out with his swollen lips and flushed skin and Michael can’t look at him and find the desire to leave anytime soon, no matter how hungry they both are. “You’re not getting the same view I’m getting.” 

Alex looks him up and down with ever darkening eyes and proceeds to lick his lower lip. “Oh, I don’t know, I think my view is practically perfect.” 

This prompt is by @teamalexmanes.

i just had dental work and i’d KILL for a forlex fic if ur still taking prompts where forrest babies alex when he’s sick/injured

This prompt is by Anon.

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               “Lie down!”

               “I don’t need to lie down!”

               “Yeah?” Forrest said, setting the tray in his hands down. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

               Alex squinted a moment. “Three.”

               “Baby, I’m not holding any fingers up,” Forrest said patiently and gently pushed Alex back onto the couch by his shoulders. “Look, you said you didn’t want to be in bed; you’re not in bed. But you have to follow my rules now, okay?”

               “This is ridiculous,” Alex huffed, turning over onto his back. “I’m not sick.”

               “And yellow is totally my color,” Forrest muttered. He crouched beside Alex and pulled the blanket up to cover his exposed shoulder. “I know being taken care of isn’t really your thing or whatever, but I love taking care of people. Specifically, hot airmen who I want to get better quickly so that I can make out with.”

               “I’ll make out with you now,” Alex said weakly, his eyes narrowed at a point over Forrest’s shoulder. “Well, one of you anyway.”

               Forrest laughed. “I love you, but I’m not about to kiss you when you’re a walking fever.”

               “I’m not sick.”

               “Are too sick,” Forrest huffed, pecked Alex’s cheek, and frowned. He pressed his lips to Alex’s forehead, touched his neck, and went to get the thermometer. “You’re getting warmer. Here” – he stuck the thermometer into a defiant Alex’s mouth – “keep that under your tongue while I get more ice.” He then pointed a warning finger at a nearly dead Alex and firmly said, “Stay.”

               “Stop enjoying this,” Alex said.

               Forrest chuckled. “I don’t enjoy seeing you so tired, Cap,” he said over his shoulder. “I’m just glad that, for once, whether you like it or not, someone else can look after you.” When he came back to sit beside Alex, a soft smile tugged at his lips. “And I’m grateful it’s me.” He wrung out the cold rag and touched it to Alex’s forehead. Alex shuddered at the contact and snuggled deeper into his blankets and Forrest tried very hard not to wince at his obvious discomfort.

               He leaned in and kissed Alex’s other cheek. “You’ll be better in no time, with me here.”

               Alex mumbled incoherently. Forrest leaned his ear close to his lips. “What was that?”

               “M’not sick.”

               Forrest burst into laughter, falling against the couch and hugging Alex closely as he pressed his head deeper into the airman’s stomach. “Is this what it’s going to be like for the rest of our lives? You’re just going to ignore the blatantly obvious even if it kills you?”

               Alex said nothing a moment, and Forrest feared he had gone too far. After all, they had never really talked about being together forever or what kind of relationship this was, but… Forrest couldn’t help it. He couldn’t imagine himself ever being with anyone else, and try as he might to deny it, there was only so long one could last without admitting the truth; there was no moving on after Alex Manes.

               He didn’t even want to find anyone else, and while he hadn’t expected to fall this hard and this quickly for the airman, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to bear it if Alex decided to end things. Maybe, Forrest feared, he was considering it now.

               “You knew what you were signing up for,” Alex suddenly grumbled as if just gaining the strength for it.

               Forrest turned to rest his cheek on Alex’s waist, one hand on the back of Alex’s knees, the other on the top of his head, his fingers raking through the soft brown strands.

               “I didn’t,” Forrest said. “I’m so confused. Everyone said you’d be a breeze to deal with.”

               Alex laughed hoarsely, turning to stuff his face in the couch cushions. “You’re lying.”

               “I’m not.”

               “Yes, you are,” Alex smiled, and Forrest’s heart leapt.

               “Fine, I’m lying,” Forrest said. “But I don’t care, because I love you. And I’m willing to put up with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

               Alex scoffed faintly. “You want out of this, you’ll have to dump me, because I’m never breaking up with you.”

               Forrest swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to will down the blush in his cheeks, but he couldn’t manage it. “Yeah?”

               “Yeah. Never,” Alex’s words turned to a mutter, his eyes fluttering shut. “Never, never, never….”

               Forrest watched the airman until he drifted off to sleep, his cheeks and nose rosy from the fever, his lips turned to a cute pout, his long lashes curled and his exposed hand shivering. Forrest finally pulled back and kissed the airman’s fingers before covering them up with the blanket as well. He checked the thermometer and found the temperature had indeed risen another degree.

               He brought another few blankets and tucked Alex in tightly. He dipped the cold rag in ice water again, wrung it out, and covered Alex’s forehead with it before he kissed Alex’s cheek softly and went to the kitchen to make him some soup. As it simmered, he came back to check on Alex and found Buffy had curled on top of him, as if trying to warm him the only way she knew how.

               “He’s safe with us, isn’t he?” Forrest said softly to Buffy as he crouched beside Alex, his hand scratching behind the beagle’s ear, his eyes on his boyfriend. Forrest leaned forward with a sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he pressed his and Alex’s foreheads together.

               “Yeah, he’s safe with us.”

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               There was yelling coming from inside the bunker.

               Kyle had offered Forrest a ride to where they were supposed to meet Alex and Michael, but the closer they got to the door, the more sure they were that the exes were arguing inside.

               Forrest looked to Kyle and saw his expression was also that of concern and confusion. After all, Alex almost never raised his voice at Michael.

               Forrest took the plunge, pushing the door open and catching the last bit of Alex’s sentence –

               “… I’m tired of fighting about this, Guerin!” he was saying, and both he and Michael stilled when Forrest and Kyle stepped inside.

               Forrest looked from Alex to Michael, brows furrowed. “Everything okay?”

               Michael scoffed and turned away, and Alex shot him a glare before he turned to Forrest and nodded. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

               As Alex moved a stack of files from one table to the next, Forrest caught his heavy limp.

               Forrest came up to him. “What’s wrong with your leg?”

               “Nothing,” Alex said and Forrest noticed Michael glance at him, unable to help the concern in his own eyes. Alex squirmed until Forrest was standing between them, apparently unwilling to let Michael get a good look at him.

               “Nothing – hey, stop, look at me,” Forrest said, wrapping an arm around Alex’s waist to keep him still, his other hand holding Alex’s chin as he looked him over. Dark circles, hollow cheeks, red-rimmed eyes. Forrest frowned. “Did you just wake up?”

               “No,” Alex said curtly, stepping out of Forrest’s hold. “I told you, I’m fine.”

               “Alex –”

               Alex grabbed his backpack and stuffed a few files into it. “I’m going to finish these at home.”

               “Fine,” Michael said with a humorless smirk. “I’ll come with you.”

               “You stay here!” he snapped, and any trace of a smile, fake or not, vanished from Michael’s lips. “I don’t want you near me right now.”

               His expression softened as he turned to face Forrest. “I’m sorry,” he muttered and kissed Forrest’s cheek. “I’ll see you tonight.”

               And he left, Michael staring after him, fuming, and Kyle and Forrest concerned.

               Forrest rounded on Michael. “What’d you do to him?”

               “Nothing,” Michael grit out. “You can’t do anything to Alex Manes. You should know, you’re dating him now; nothing ever gets to him.”

               “Michael,” Kyle groaned, as if they’d had this conversation a million times and Kyle had had to correct him a million times. “What’d you say?”

               “It’s not what I said, it’s what he did,” Michael said edgily, directing a glare at Forrest. He shrugged, grabbing his jacket. “But you heard him; he doesn’t want to talk to me. Hey!” he said brightly, hitting his shoulder against Forrest’s as he passed, “Maybe he’ll talk to you.”

               Michael slammed the bunker door behind him, and Kyle and Forrest were left in silence.

               Forrest shook his head. “What the hell just happened?”

               Kyle was looking at him sympathetically, as if he knew something Forrest didn’t. “Yeah,” he sighed. “If you’re gonna be Alex’s boyfriend, you might want to get used to that.”

Notes: Thank you all so much for the positive response last week. As promised, I’ll continue to have a new fluffy domestic ficlet to post in this verse every Sunday. ‘Cause truly, we all just need more soft fluffy Malex in our lives. Shout out to @cosmicclownboy​ for the idea of Alex stealing Michael’s coffee <3

Week 2: 

Alex is sitting on the sofa scrolling through Netflix when Michael finally comes into the room, wearing nothing but Alex’s sweatpants and carrying a fresh mug of coffee. He sits down and Alex grabs the mug out of his hands to steal a sip for himself. Michael glares at him playfully, but he just shrugs back unapologetic. 

“It tastes better when it’s yours,” he says with a smile, earning him a chuckle and a roll of the eyes before Michael steals the mug back for himself. 

“Find anything for us to watch?” he asks, leaning his weight against Alex’s body. Alex wraps his arm around Michael’s shoulder and his hands move to to play with his hair as he continues to scroll aimlessly through the options. 

“I don’t know, I guess I don’t care,” he says, handing the remote to Michael. 

“There’s this new documentary that I’ve been reading up on about agriculture and over-cultivation,” he says, scrolling down to the documentary section and clicking through the options. 

Michael is such a fucking nerd and Alex loves it. 

Alex Manes is in good hands with the RNM writers ❤️