#superdrug

“How you are still living after all of these accidents and not caring for yourself is done by a miracle. It is me. I am the miracle.” Henrik said, getting his first-aid kit that Jackie had completely missed. 

“I don’t get into that many accidents.” Jackie protested, curling into himself like a scolded puppy when Henrik gave him a look. “Maybe a handful.”

“Uh-huh. A handful.” Henrik hummed, opening his kit and pulling out a disinfectant wipe, a pair of gloves, and a bandage. 

“It’s just a papercut, you don’t need all that,” Jackie said as Henrik gloved up and started cleaning off his finger. 

“You heal incredibly fast, which means the window for infection is much smaller, a good thing, but also a thing to be aware of. The sooner and better we clean, the less likely there is to be an infection.” Henrik stated his spiel that Jackie had heard a thousand times before. The spiel was always being used to distract Jackie while he was being tended to. 

“I know, I know.” Jackie looked up at the ceiling as he waited. It was so hard to stay seated for too long. There was so much to do, so much to see, and just sitting here was so ugh. 

“You are bandaged,” Henrik said, taking the gloves off and disposing of them. 

“Thanks, Hen.” Jackie looked at his now bandaged finger, giving it a few bends. 

“I am not done. You are missing something very important.” Henrik took Jackie’s hand and pressed a quick kiss to the finger. Jackie stiffened and felt a rush of heat go through him, having not expected that at all. 

“Th-Thanks. I think it’s all-” Jackie stopped and made a little sound he could not describe as Henrik placed a kiss on the back of his hand, then his wrist. “I didn’t hurt my-my arm.” He stammered out as Henrik trailed his kisses further up. Jackie swore he could feel the warmth of Henrik’s lips even through his hoodie’s sleeve. 

“Can never be too sure.” Henrik kissed Jackie’s shoulder, his neck, his cheek, and his forehead before pausing and grinning. “Anywhere else that might hurt?”

“My…lips?” Jackie said with an awkward, almost shy smile. 

“Good boy.” Henrik chuckled before diving into a kiss. Jackie reacted instantly, breath hitching from both that phrase and the energy behind the kiss. Henrik had made it clear right away that he wanted more than a simple peck. Jackie wrapped an arm around Henrik’s waist, spreading his knees apart to pull him in as close as possible. Henrik rested a hand on the side of Jackie’s neck, fingers resting on the perfect spot to feel the racing heartbeat. His other hand went to Jackie’s thigh, squeezing it and taking advantage of the soft gasp, pushing his tongue into Jackie’s mouth and soaking in the groan he got in response. Jackie wrapped his other arm around Henrik, slowly melting away into the kiss, closing his eyes and letting himself be guided. 

“Hey, Hen!” Anti called out, throwing the door open. “Oh, well damn, keep making out. Don’t let me stop you.” Jackie covered his face with his hands while Henrik looked ready to spew swears in several languages. Anti casually leaned against the doorframe. “Hypothetically, if someone cut their hand on glass and they’ve bled enough to soak a hand towel, should we get you?”

“Who got hurt?” Henrik asked with a sigh, snatching his first aid kit. 

“It might be Chase.”

“Fucking-” Henrik grunted as he rushed out. 

“What are you looking at?” Henrik asked, stepping out of the house and sitting next to Jackie, his own, freshly-filled, mug of coffee in his hands.

“There are some birds up there.” Jackie pointed at the tree. “Looks like they’re making a nest.” 

“I see.” Henrik hummed as he followed where Jackie’s finger aimed. “Cute little ones. They look like they are working hard.” 

“They’ve been at it for a while; they might be finishing up.” Jackie had a soft smile as he kept his eyes on the birds. “I bet they’re going to be really happy together in the same place. That’s now their nest. A place for both of them to come back to after any trip they take.” 

Henrik saw that look, and after being with Jackie for as long as he had been, he knew how to read it. There was a fondness in those eyes, but at the same time a touch of jealousy. 

Jackie had been at Henrik’s home more often than his own the past few months. His apartment was small, located on the ground floor of a large building with nearly a hundred other people living there, so there was always some kind of noise happening, which made sleeping difficult at times. Henrik’s home, on the other hand, was far from massive or fancy, but it was a house that only he lived in. It could be quiet when needed, plenty of space to move about, and more doors for privacy. It was probably a luxury compared to Jackie’s place. 

“I will be right back.” Henrik placed his mug down and got back up, going into the house.

“Okay?” Jackie felt like he had missed something, turning to see Henrik go. He placed his mug next to Henrik’s and waited for the other to return. He hadn’t said something wrong, right? He was just talking about the birds. Maybe Henrik just needed the bathroom or something. Jackie perked up when Henrik returned, and was now even more confused when Henrik handed him a set of keys.

“There you go,” Henrik stated, sitting back down. 

“Why did you give me your house keys?” Jackie asked, thumb playing with the little Spider-Man charm on the keys that he had gotten Henrik a while ago. 

“Our house keys.” Henrik corrected casually, picking his mug up and taking a sip of his coffee.

“Wait, our? What do you-” Jackie stopped when it clicked. “Really!?” 

“You are here more often than not. Why not make it official?” Henrik was still trying to be casual, using the mug to hide his smile. 

“Dude!” Jackie laughed and lunged at Henrik, diving into a kiss and knocking him back a bit. The coffee spilled a little, but the mug survived as Henrik managed to place it down somewhat gently in the chaos. 

“Careful, you are going to break my glasses.” Henrik chuckled with his tease.

Jackie paused, slipped off Henrik’s glasses, set them aside, and then went into another kiss. 

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Jackie yawned as he worked on getting his room ready to head to bed. He kicked his shoes and socks off, slipped his shirt over his head, and changed into a pair of loose-fitting pajama pants that were so comfortable that he didn’t even need underwear with them. With a tired sniff, Jackie picked up his phone and saw a text from Henrik;

Staying late in the office. Head on to bed. Will join when done.

Jackie clicked his tongue a little. It was now becoming a routine that Henrik would come to bed long after he was already asleep, and who could blame the man for wanting to actually drift off while cuddling his boyfriend? He plopped himself down on the bed and came up with a plan. Jackie held up his phone and took a quick selfie with an exaggerated pout on his face. There was no way Henrik could say no to him looking so sad. Without checking the photo he had taken, Jackie sent the image and a text reading;

I miss u <3

Jackie was just being cheeky, not thinking much of it, and he set his phone aside before working on fixing the bed to get under the covers to sleep. But then his phone started ringing.

“Henrik?” Jackie said when he saw the caller ID. “Hey, Hen, what’s up?” He asked as he answered the call and laid back down. 

“You know what you did.” Henrik’s voice sounded huskier than usual. 

“The pout wasn’t that bad.” Jackie playfully scoffed.

“The pout? Jackie, did you not look at the picture you sent?” 

“Should I?” 

“Yes.” Henrik sighed, and there was a clicking sound that Jackie couldn’t place. 

“Alright.” Jackie shrugged and put the call on speaker while opening his texts and then checking what he had just sent Henrik. “It’s just my-oh.” He had to clear his throat when he finally saw what Henrik did. 

Hair fluffy from a long day of running around, the pout, shirt missing, and his pants must have pulled down when he had flopped because they were low enough that you could see the top of his-

“Okay, I get what I did.” Jackie’s voice came out strained, feeling his face getting hot at basically sending Henrik a thirst trap without even knowing it. 

“You are something else, Jackie,” Henrik said with a chuckle. 

“Thanks?” Jackie wasn’t sure how to take that comment. 

“Well, now because of that, I am hiding in my office with at least an hour before I can leave, and I have a problem.” 

“A problem?”

“It seems that my pants are a bit too tight now. Someone got me all worked up, and I need to handle it~” There was an amused hum in Henrik’s voice. 

“Do you need new pants? How would the selfie-oh-” Jackie held out his word of realization this time and earned another chuckle.  

“Have you ever done anything through the phone before?” Henrik asked, and Jackie heard the sound of a zipper. 

“Not really. Is there anything special you have to do?”

“Just touch yourself and keep talking.” 

“So we’re just jerking off while on the phone?” 

“In a sense. Have you started anything yet?”

“No.” 

“Go ahead and tug down your pants.”

“Okay.” Jackie decided to do as Henrik told him. Things usually worked out very nicely for him whenever he did that in several meanings of the term, so might as well go for it with this.

“Good boy.” Henrik’s praise got a little shiver through Jackie. “Now, I know you know how to do this, move your hand and start touching yourself. Nice and slow, take your time and feel everything.” His next breath was heavier. 

“Okay,” Jackie repeated and licked the corner of his lips as he wrapped his fingers around his already half-hard cock. Those two simple words really do a lot more for him than he could ever admit out loud. “Hen~” He groaned as he followed his instructions and moved his hand slowly, feeling himself getting harder and harder in his hand. 

“There you go, just like that.” Henrik let out his own groan. “Keep going slow.”

“But-” Jackie cut his protest short, plopping his head down on the pillow. He was used to just getting masturbation done and over with. There wasn’t anything to ‘savor’ when it came to just jerking off, so taking his time felt so different. 

“Just for a little longer, mein held.” Henrik called Jackie his hero, and ever since Jackie learned what that phrase was, it hit just as strongly as ‘good boy’ did. 

“Henrik, please,” Jackie whimpered, making the exact sound Henrik was waiting for. 

“You can go faster now,” Henrik said after a quick curse under his breath. 

“Shit.” Jackie groaned, finally moving his hand how he wanted it. “Henrik.” 

“Keep saying my name,” Henrik said with his own groan. 

“Henrik~” Jackie did just that, adding in some flair by timing it with a light moan. 

“Damn,” Henrik said between gritted teeth. “Good boy, such a good boy.” 

“H-Hen, Henrik, fuck.” Jackie wasn’t ready for the praise, and his hand moved faster, heels digging into the bed as he felt himself getting close already. “Again, again, please.” 

“Good boy.” Henrik provided the words that just had Jackie wishing he was actually there with him, that it was his hand on his body, that he could feel the warmth of his breath against his ear, and-

“Henrik~” Jackie gasped when he was suddenly cumming. “Henrik, Henrik, Henrik.” He rambled the name as he worked himself through his high, adding a bit more to the mess already on his stomach. Henrik’s breathing got faster, turning into pants before he was moaning with a curse. 

There was a long pause as the two took some time to catch their breath, and Jackie finally broke the silence with a chuckle. 

“Did we fix your problem?” 

“We fixed one and caused another.”

“What’s the new problem?”