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when you're kissing someone with a stuffy nose and they have to pull away to get a breath in 😍🥰🥵🤯🫨👀😳💯🙂‍↕️🆗❗

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nothing like two idiots trying to hide the same cold from each other

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Worth It (M, cold + inducing)

Get ready to dip me in lava, because here it is, a fuckin' crack fic featuring Reed with a snz fetish! Listen, guys... idk what happened to me, I haven't written a character with a snz kink in like over 10 years, but apparently the demons got to me and I had to bang this thing out. In it, Reed tells Greyson he has a snz kink, Greyson induces for him during sex, then Greyson gets sick the next day. There is no plot. There is only my horn-brain. Is this fic actually in the canon? Mmm.... probably not lol. I'll let you all decide if you think it should be; I fear I may have written too many stories with Reed where he at least seemingly does NOT have the kink, so I'm not sure it would make sense to include it in the canon. Whatever, either way, I hope you like it and let me know what you think and whether Reed with the kink becomes canon!~

CW: 2.5k words (light as hell for me lmao) M snz/M cold, inducing, contagion possibility, though no contagion ~actually~ happens in-fic, light mess, character with the kink, character sneezing on another character. There is nudity & foreplay, but no sex.

Worth It

“Shit – is it supposed to feel like tha – HRRSHH-uh! HUHTSCHH-ue!”

Pupils blown and mouth dry, Reed couldn’t find his voice to answer; he was too busy taking in the sight before him. Greyson, stripped down to nothing, sneezing helplessly with the powder still on one of his nostrils. Reed swallowed, attempting to keep from coming right then and there.

“God, it’s like cocaine times a thousahh – HRTSHHH-ue! USHHH-ue! Shit, I feel like I snorted a line of Vick’s Vapor Rub – HRRTSHH-uh!” If the sneezing hadn’t been enough, the commentary alone could’ve taken Reed right to the edge. Above him on the bed, Greyson collapsed over and over, giving in with vigor to the continued paroxysms, while Reed felt himself get harder with each passing spasm. As Greyson geared up for another fit, Reed sat up and placed a gentle hand on his boyfriend’s chest.

“Babe,” he said, voice hoarse with desire, “if it’s not too much to ask, could you, um, do that… a little closer?”

Clearly, in the initial shock of snorting the powder, Greyson had forgotten the reason they were there. Blushing beneath rheumy eyes, the chef leaned down so he was in Reed’s full view. “Sorry,” he said, voice hitching. “Kind of forgohh – forgot what we were doihh – HRTSSH! NGTSXCHH-ue!”

These two were directed right at Reed, the spray catching his chest and face. Reed groaned in pleasure while Greyson covered his mouth with his palm entirely too late. “Fuck, sorry babe, this shit is really fucking strong. Hh-! HRSTCHHH-ue!”

“Don’t apologize,” Reed said, emboldened. He gently pulled Greyson’s palm away from his face, kissed his boyfriend as hard as he could. “And don’t you dare cover your face.”

It was Greyson’s turn to moan; he pulled away from Reed for a moment, taking in his face. “This really does it for you, huh?” he asked, sniffling. A flush crept over Reed’s face and he looked down, embarrassed.

“I – yeah, I mean, obviously,” he said, a self-deprecating laugh following the admission. “But if you don’t like it baby, we definitely don’t...”

The words fizzled out in Reed’s mouth as Greyson’s face once again crumpled with the need to sneeze. In that moment, Reed changed his tune. For now, it didn’t matter to him whether or not Greyson was into this; it was happening, and hell, Greyson had initiated it – he’d been the one to research ways to make himself sneeze when Reed had admitted to having a ‘weird kink’, had even been the one to buy the powder – and Reed was going to enjoy it. Greyson attempted to tip his head back, but Reed stopped him, grabbing his mess of blonde waves and pulling him in for another kiss.

“Baby,” Greyson panted around Reed’s lips. “I’m gonna -”

“Then do it,” Reed said into Greyson’s mouth. “But I’m not pulling away.”

It wasn’t as though Greyson had a choice; the sneeze powder had had its way with him, and there was little he could do to stop it. “HUHHTSCHH-ue!” Greyson tried turning his head to keep from sneezing directly into Reed’s face, but Reed’s hand stayed firm. When the spray hit him, Reed gasped in ecstasy; he let go of Greyson’s head to sink his nails into the chef’s back, allowing Greyson to dip into his neck for the next three – “HRRTSH! HUHESCHHOO! HTTSHH-ue!”

When the fit finally subsided, Reed could’ve been pushed over the edge with a single touch. He sat back, admiring Greyson’s stuffy-looking face, and took a few deep breaths to calm himself – he wasn’t quite ready for this to be over yet.

“Christ, sorry babe,” Greyson said again. This time, Reed laughed.

“Sorry that I held your head to sneeze on me?” he asked, prompting a laugh from Greyson. “I mean, apology accepted.”

“Yeah… yeah, alright, fair enough,” Greyson said, sniffling again. “I think I finally got it all out, but wow that is… that’s certainly something.” Reed flushed again, and Greyson lifted his chin so their eyes could meet. “You liked it?”

Again, Reed couldn’t find words; he was too busy studying Greyson’s pink nose, his watering eyes, his mouth parted slightly to breathe better. Lost for what to say, Reed simply nodded.

Greyson smiled. “Then I love it,” he said, pulling Reed’s face in for a kiss. When they pulled away, Greyson reached over to the side table to grab the powder again. “This time,” he said, sniffing it in and pushing Reed back onto the bed, “I’m gonna make it cuuhh – HRRSHH!Snrf!Count.”

***

“Are you okay?”

From his side of the couch, Greyson whipped his head towards Reed and pulled his hand away from his neck. “Huh?” he asked, distracted. Reed put the book he’d been reading on the coffee table and raised an eyebrow.

“Long night?” he prodded. “You’ve barely said two words to me since you got home.”

“Oh,” Greyson said, shrugging. “Yeah, no, it was fine just – my lymph nodes have been super fuckin’ sore all day and it’s pissing me off.” Oh.

Reed pressed his lips together, swallowing hard. “Does your throat hurt?” he asked. Again, Greyson shrugged.

“Yeah, kind of,” he said, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants and clicking it on. “Not terribly or anything.”

The back of Reed’s brain throbbed – sick, sick, sick it chanted, the least developed part of his evolution seeing immediately exactly what it wanted to see – but Reed forced himself to quiet it. Don’t be a fucking freak, he thought, moving closer to Greyson. It’s probably nothing.

“Can I…?” Reed asked, miming touching Greyson’s lymph nodes. His boyfriend nodded, barely paying attention, while Reed gently placed his fingers on either side of his neck. Inside his chest, Reed’s heart thumped hard and fast; he hoped Greyson couldn’t feel it in his fingertips.

“Well, they’re certainly swollen,” he said, keeping his voice light. “Are you feeling okay other than that? You seemed fine, uh, last night…”

At that Greyson grinned, wolf-like, and abandoned the phone to crawl damn near into Reed’s lap. “Sneezy, for sure,” he teased, kissing Reed’s cheek. “But yeah, fine other than that.”

Reed flushed. “If you weren’t feeling well yesterday, you could’ve told me,” he mumbled, embarrassed. “We could’ve waited to do… that.”

“Mmm, I don’t think we could’ve waited,” Greyson laughed, nuzzling into Reed’s neck. “But also, I felt fine last night. And I’m fine now, baby, like I said it’s just a little sore throat – no need to worry.” He swung his legs over Reed’s lap then, prompting his boyfriend to rub his aching soles.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he moaned, eyes closed. Reed hummed an inaudible thanks, and Greyson let one eye pop back open. “You better hope it’s nothing,” he joked. “Because you’re fucked if it’s not.”

They both laughed then – Greyson in earnest and Reed hollowly – until Greyson suddenly wrenched to the side. “Hh-! HRTSHH-uhh!”

Reed felt his mouth go dry as Greyson absently wiped his nose on the back of his hand. He shifted in his seat, the thought of Greyson’s soon-to-be cold once again bringing to the forefront of his mind the most animal part of him. That carnal part grabbed at his consciousness and threw him back to the night before – to holding Greyson’s head in place as he sneezed into his face, over his chest, and onto his neck – making his head spin and his blood move rapidly southward. Reed stood and excused himself to the bedroom.

Fucked, he thought, close to panting. Sure.

***

“Oh, you poor thing, you look awful.”

Placing his knife bag on the kitchen counter, Greyson coughed out a laugh at his boyfriend’s concerned face. “Thangks,” he said, placing a swift kiss on Reed’s cheek. The look of concern painted across his boyfriend’s face prompted Greyson to place a warm hand on his cheek. “It’s just a cold, love, ndo ndeed to freak out, okay?”

Nodding, Reed pulled out a bar stool and motioned for Greyson to sit. “I made curry,” he said, bowling the stewed meat and vegetables over rice. “You have to eat a little something at least, okay?”

“Thangk you, baby,” Greyson said, taking the bowl. “I’mb starving.”

As Greyson tucked into the meal, Reed leaned back against the kitchen island and took his boyfriend in. Reed had known when they woke up this morning that Greyson was sick, much as the chef was wont to admit it, but now, post-shift, he looked markedly worse than he had when he left. Pale, bloodshot eyes, and red-rimmed nostrils; he was the picture of cold-ridden. Greyson was always an exceptionally good-looking guy, especially in Reed’s eyes, but like this… well, Reed was having a difficult time keeping himself from pawing at his boyfriend in this state.

“Hh-!” Greyson’s breath hitched suddenly. “HRTZCHH-ue! Snrf. ’Scuse mbe,” he said, then, looking up at Reed’s face, he amended his statement. “You’re welcombe,” he smiled.

Reed pressed his lips together to keep from smiling. He’d told boyfriends about his kink before – at thirty-five it would’ve been hard to get away with keeping it completely to himself all his life – but none had ever responded quite like Greyson. Mostly, they would ignore it or pretend they had forgotten Reed had told them at all. Some would pander to him – begrudgingly, it often seemed – but never had he ever had someone seem so… down to be a part of it. Reed wasn’t sure how to respond to Greyson’s immediate boldness around something Reed assumed was so foreign to him. It felt good, honestly, to be seen and acknowledged and indulged… but he wasn’t a hundred percent sure how to respond to Greyson’s lack of timidity regarding kink. It was new territory for him.

He decided on a light joke. “You’re a brat,” he said, rolling his eyes and moving to clean up dinner’s leftovers. Greyson shrugged.

“I’mb out here giving my boyfriend exactly what he wants and I’mb a brat? Rude.” He dissolved into a short fit of coughs then, turning away to aim them into the crook of his arm. Reed glanced up from the dishes.

“You okay?”

“I’mb good,” Greyson managed, clearing his throat. “I fear I mbay be passing away, but other than that I’mb good.”

This time, Reed did laugh. “You are so dramatic,” he said, wiping his hands on a cloth and moving to sit beside his boyfriend. Greyson smiled.

“You love it,” he said, picking up one of Reed’s hands and gently kissing his palm. He did love it, despite himself. Reed had staunchly refused to date within the food and beverage industry previously, simply because of the drama that surrounded it – drama that Greyson absolutely loved to be a part of. But with him, for some reason, the drama didn’t bother Reed. It was just who Greyson was, and Greyson wasn’t the type of person to hide who he was; if there was anything Reed envied in Greyson, it was that.

The warmth in Reed’s stomach spread as Greyson’s warm lips pressed against his hand. Maybe Greyson was just… different than other guys. Maybe he was finally Reed’s perfect match.

Reed felt his face flush. “I do,” he said quietly, placing the hand on Greyson’s face. Warm, but not feverish. “Kiss me.” Reed leaned in then – only for Greyson to turn his head.

“Baby, I don’t wannda get you sick,” he said when he saw Reed’s furrowed brow – the upset look quickly morphed into one of bemusement.

“Honey,” Reed said, choosing his words carefully. “I, um… I don’t know if you remember a couple of nights ago, but I think that ship may have already sailed.” Greyson pressed his own eyebrows together – then raised them when he remembered.

“Oh,” he said, making a face that somehow perfectly encapsulated the word oops. “Shit, I forgot about that. I mbean, that was before I started feeling shitty, so you should be finde, right?”

Internally, Reed weighed his options for response; after a moment, he settled on the truth. “I… I think you’re contagious before you start, um. Showing symptoms,” Reed said. Greyson’s face fell, and he rubbed his nose hard with the back of his hand.

“Shit,” Greyson repeated. “Well, uh… hopefully your immbune system is fully ramped up then – hh...hhhIGTSZCHH-ue! Fuck, excuse mbe,” Greyson stood up from the barstool and grabbed a paper towel from the kitchen, blowing his nose as quietly as he could manage.

Reed’s breath quickened as he said, “Bless you.” Greyson nodded.

“Thangk you,” he said, tossing the paper towel. He shot his boyfriend an apologetic look, rubbed the back of his own neck, embarrassed. “Sorry if I give you this, hondey.”

Without thinking, Reed barked out a laugh. “Greyson,” he said, “if anyone has ever been asking for it when it comes to getting sick, it’s me literally holding your face to my face when I know you’re about to sneeze. Let’s… I mean, let’s be honest about that.”

Greyson coughed out a giggle as well. “I mbean, when you put it that way,” he said, taking Reed’s hand and pulling him in. “I guess there’s ndo real reason for mbe not to do this.” He kissed Reed then, slow and deep, his tongue slipping between his boyfriend’s lips like a secret. A moan escaped Reed without him meaning it to.

“Baby,” Greyson said into Reed’s mouth. “Will you take care of mbe? I don’t feel we­hh… huh..!” Greyson’s foreplay was suddenly cut off then by his breath hitching. “Onesec -” he breathed, turning away from Reed to crumple into his elbow.

“HRRTZCHH-ue! Hh-! HhhESTZCHH-ue!” Greyson coughed for a moment before turning back to Reed, an apologetic look on his face. “Sorry ’bout that,” he said, sniffling.

Reed was, again, at a loss for words. “Bless you,” he said again, his voice barely a whisper. Greyson grinned.

“Mban,” he said, clearing his throat. “I fuckigg love this. Easiest foreplay of mby liii – HRTZCHH!” This time, Greyson hadn’t had time to turn away; Reed felt the mist of his boyfriend’s sneeze lay over him like a light blanket as he shivered with desire.

“Fuck,” Reed whispered, pulling Greyson in for a hungry, desirous kiss. Greyson was only too happy to reciprocate; he yanked Reed’s shirt over his head and licked up his torso, sniffling when he got to the base of his boyfriend’s throat. Reed couldn’t take it any longer; he pushed Greyson to the ground right there in the kitchen, stripping himself and his boyfriend down to nothing in record time.

Before they could go any further, Reed pressed his lips to Greyson’s once again. When they pulled away, Greyson was smiling, amused.

“Well, if you weren’t goigg to get sick before,” he said, coursing his fingers through Reed’s short, dark hair, “you certainly will ndow.”

Reed, consumed by desire, began kissing along Greyson’s neck, his torso, his hips. Before going any lower, Reed turned his face towards Greyson’s, his face flushed with lust.

“Worth it.”

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tbh i feel like for reeds character it makes sense for him to not come clean abt his kink until later in their relationship. like he’s a master at hiding it bc he might have shame/stigma surrounding it, and feels bad about it since grayson gets sick so often and he gets really sick. i think it could totally be canon and adds such a fun dynamic

(sorry for the dissertation but i love these characters sm)

you guys are slowly convincing me that snzkink reed is canon 😅😅 but I agree, it definitely fits his character to not tell Greyson until at least a year in...hmm. maybe I'll keep it then hahaha

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

Worth It (M, cold + inducing)

Get ready to dip me in lava, because here it is, a fuckin' crack fic featuring Reed with a snz fetish! Listen, guys... idk what happened to me, I haven't written a character with a snz kink in like over 10 years, but apparently the demons got to me and I had to bang this thing out. In it, Reed tells Greyson he has a snz kink, Greyson induces for him during sex, then Greyson gets sick the next day. There is no plot. There is only my horn-brain. Is this fic actually in the canon? Mmm.... probably not lol. I'll let you all decide if you think it should be; I fear I may have written too many stories with Reed where he at least seemingly does NOT have the kink, so I'm not sure it would make sense to include it in the canon. Whatever, either way, I hope you like it and let me know what you think and whether Reed with the kink becomes canon!~

CW: 2.5k words (light as hell for me lmao) M snz/M cold, inducing, contagion possibility, though no contagion ~actually~ happens in-fic, light mess, character with the kink, character sneezing on another character. There is nudity & foreplay, but no sex.

Worth It

“Shit – is it supposed to feel like tha – HRRSHH-uh! HUHTSCHH-ue!”

Pupils blown and mouth dry, Reed couldn’t find his voice to answer; he was too busy taking in the sight before him. Greyson, stripped down to nothing, sneezing helplessly with the powder still on one of his nostrils. Reed swallowed, attempting to keep from coming right then and there.

“God, it’s like cocaine times a thousahh – HRTSHHH-ue! USHHH-ue! Shit, I feel like I snorted a line of Vick’s Vapor Rub – HRRTSHH-uh!” If the sneezing hadn’t been enough, the commentary alone could’ve taken Reed right to the edge. Above him on the bed, Greyson collapsed over and over, giving in with vigor to the continued paroxysms, while Reed felt himself get harder with each passing spasm. As Greyson geared up for another fit, Reed sat up and placed a gentle hand on his boyfriend’s chest.

“Babe,” he said, voice hoarse with desire, “if it’s not too much to ask, could you, um, do that… a little closer?”

Clearly, in the initial shock of snorting the powder, Greyson had forgotten the reason they were there. Blushing beneath rheumy eyes, the chef leaned down so he was in Reed’s full view. “Sorry,” he said, voice hitching. “Kind of forgohh – forgot what we were doihh – HRTSSH! NGTSXCHH-ue!”

These two were directed right at Reed, the spray catching his chest and face. Reed groaned in pleasure while Greyson covered his mouth with his palm entirely too late. “Fuck, sorry babe, this shit is really fucking strong. Hh-! HRSTCHHH-ue!”

“Don’t apologize,” Reed said, emboldened. He gently pulled Greyson’s palm away from his face, kissed his boyfriend as hard as he could. “And don’t you dare cover your face.”

It was Greyson’s turn to moan; he pulled away from Reed for a moment, taking in his face. “This really does it for you, huh?” he asked, sniffling. A flush crept over Reed’s face and he looked down, embarrassed.

“I – yeah, I mean, obviously,” he said, a self-deprecating laugh following the admission. “But if you don’t like it baby, we definitely don’t...”

The words fizzled out in Reed’s mouth as Greyson’s face once again crumpled with the need to sneeze. In that moment, Reed changed his tune. For now, it didn’t matter to him whether or not Greyson was into this; it was happening, and hell, Greyson had initiated it – he’d been the one to research ways to make himself sneeze when Reed had admitted to having a ‘weird kink’, had even been the one to buy the powder – and Reed was going to enjoy it. Greyson attempted to tip his head back, but Reed stopped him, grabbing his mess of blonde waves and pulling him in for another kiss.

“Baby,” Greyson panted around Reed’s lips. “I’m gonna -”

“Then do it,” Reed said into Greyson’s mouth. “But I’m not pulling away.”

It wasn’t as though Greyson had a choice; the sneeze powder had had its way with him, and there was little he could do to stop it. “HUHHTSCHH-ue!” Greyson tried turning his head to keep from sneezing directly into Reed’s face, but Reed’s hand stayed firm. When the spray hit him, Reed gasped in ecstasy; he let go of Greyson’s head to sink his nails into the chef’s back, allowing Greyson to dip into his neck for the next three – “HRRTSH! HUHESCHHOO! HTTSHH-ue!”

When the fit finally subsided, Reed could’ve been pushed over the edge with a single touch. He sat back, admiring Greyson’s stuffy-looking face, and took a few deep breaths to calm himself – he wasn’t quite ready for this to be over yet.

“Christ, sorry babe,” Greyson said again. This time, Reed laughed.

“Sorry that I held your head to sneeze on me?” he asked, prompting a laugh from Greyson. “I mean, apology accepted.”

“Yeah… yeah, alright, fair enough,” Greyson said, sniffling again. “I think I finally got it all out, but wow that is… that’s certainly something.” Reed flushed again, and Greyson lifted his chin so their eyes could meet. “You liked it?”

Again, Reed couldn’t find words; he was too busy studying Greyson’s pink nose, his watering eyes, his mouth parted slightly to breathe better. Lost for what to say, Reed simply nodded.

Greyson smiled. “Then I love it,” he said, pulling Reed’s face in for a kiss. When they pulled away, Greyson reached over to the side table to grab the powder again. “This time,” he said, sniffing it in and pushing Reed back onto the bed, “I’m gonna make it cuuhh – HRRSHH!Snrf!Count.”

***

“Are you okay?”

From his side of the couch, Greyson whipped his head towards Reed and pulled his hand away from his neck. “Huh?” he asked, distracted. Reed put the book he’d been reading on the coffee table and raised an eyebrow.

“Long night?” he prodded. “You’ve barely said two words to me since you got home.”

“Oh,” Greyson said, shrugging. “Yeah, no, it was fine just – my lymph nodes have been super fuckin’ sore all day and it’s pissing me off.” Oh.

Reed pressed his lips together, swallowing hard. “Does your throat hurt?” he asked. Again, Greyson shrugged.

“Yeah, kind of,” he said, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants and clicking it on. “Not terribly or anything.”

The back of Reed’s brain throbbed – sick, sick, sick it chanted, the least developed part of his evolution seeing immediately exactly what it wanted to see – but Reed forced himself to quiet it. Don’t be a fucking freak, he thought, moving closer to Greyson. It’s probably nothing.

“Can I…?” Reed asked, miming touching Greyson’s lymph nodes. His boyfriend nodded, barely paying attention, while Reed gently placed his fingers on either side of his neck. Inside his chest, Reed’s heart thumped hard and fast; he hoped Greyson couldn’t feel it in his fingertips.

“Well, they’re certainly swollen,” he said, keeping his voice light. “Are you feeling okay other than that? You seemed fine, uh, last night…”

At that Greyson grinned, wolf-like, and abandoned the phone to crawl damn near into Reed’s lap. “Sneezy, for sure,” he teased, kissing Reed’s cheek. “But yeah, fine other than that.”

Reed flushed. “If you weren’t feeling well yesterday, you could’ve told me,” he mumbled, embarrassed. “We could’ve waited to do… that.”

“Mmm, I don’t think we could’ve waited,” Greyson laughed, nuzzling into Reed’s neck. “But also, I felt fine last night. And I’m fine now, baby, like I said it’s just a little sore throat – no need to worry.” He swung his legs over Reed’s lap then, prompting his boyfriend to rub his aching soles.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he moaned, eyes closed. Reed hummed an inaudible thanks, and Greyson let one eye pop back open. “You better hope it’s nothing,” he joked. “Because you’re fucked if it’s not.”

They both laughed then – Greyson in earnest and Reed hollowly – until Greyson suddenly wrenched to the side. “Hh-! HRTSHH-uhh!”

Reed felt his mouth go dry as Greyson absently wiped his nose on the back of his hand. He shifted in his seat, the thought of Greyson’s soon-to-be cold once again bringing to the forefront of his mind the most animal part of him. That carnal part grabbed at his consciousness and threw him back to the night before – to holding Greyson’s head in place as he sneezed into his face, over his chest, and onto his neck – making his head spin and his blood move rapidly southward. Reed stood and excused himself to the bedroom.

Fucked, he thought, close to panting. Sure.

***

“Oh, you poor thing, you look awful.”

Placing his knife bag on the kitchen counter, Greyson coughed out a laugh at his boyfriend’s concerned face. “Thangks,” he said, placing a swift kiss on Reed’s cheek. The look of concern painted across his boyfriend’s face prompted Greyson to place a warm hand on his cheek. “It’s just a cold, love, ndo ndeed to freak out, okay?”

Nodding, Reed pulled out a bar stool and motioned for Greyson to sit. “I made curry,” he said, bowling the stewed meat and vegetables over rice. “You have to eat a little something at least, okay?”

“Thangk you, baby,” Greyson said, taking the bowl. “I’mb starving.”

As Greyson tucked into the meal, Reed leaned back against the kitchen island and took his boyfriend in. Reed had known when they woke up this morning that Greyson was sick, much as the chef was wont to admit it, but now, post-shift, he looked markedly worse than he had when he left. Pale, bloodshot eyes, and red-rimmed nostrils; he was the picture of cold-ridden. Greyson was always an exceptionally good-looking guy, especially in Reed’s eyes, but like this… well, Reed was having a difficult time keeping himself from pawing at his boyfriend in this state.

“Hh-!” Greyson’s breath hitched suddenly. “HRTZCHH-ue! Snrf. ’Scuse mbe,” he said, then, looking up at Reed’s face, he amended his statement. “You’re welcombe,” he smiled.

Reed pressed his lips together to keep from smiling. He’d told boyfriends about his kink before – at thirty-five it would’ve been hard to get away with keeping it completely to himself all his life – but none had ever responded quite like Greyson. Mostly, they would ignore it or pretend they had forgotten Reed had told them at all. Some would pander to him – begrudgingly, it often seemed – but never had he ever had someone seem so… down to be a part of it. Reed wasn’t sure how to respond to Greyson’s immediate boldness around something Reed assumed was so foreign to him. It felt good, honestly, to be seen and acknowledged and indulged… but he wasn’t a hundred percent sure how to respond to Greyson’s lack of timidity regarding kink. It was new territory for him.

He decided on a light joke. “You’re a brat,” he said, rolling his eyes and moving to clean up dinner’s leftovers. Greyson shrugged.

“I’mb out here giving my boyfriend exactly what he wants and I’mb a brat? Rude.” He dissolved into a short fit of coughs then, turning away to aim them into the crook of his arm. Reed glanced up from the dishes.

“You okay?”

“I’mb good,” Greyson managed, clearing his throat. “I fear I mbay be passing away, but other than that I’mb good.”

This time, Reed did laugh. “You are so dramatic,” he said, wiping his hands on a cloth and moving to sit beside his boyfriend. Greyson smiled.

“You love it,” he said, picking up one of Reed’s hands and gently kissing his palm. He did love it, despite himself. Reed had staunchly refused to date within the food and beverage industry previously, simply because of the drama that surrounded it – drama that Greyson absolutely loved to be a part of. But with him, for some reason, the drama didn’t bother Reed. It was just who Greyson was, and Greyson wasn’t the type of person to hide who he was; if there was anything Reed envied in Greyson, it was that.

The warmth in Reed’s stomach spread as Greyson’s warm lips pressed against his hand. Maybe Greyson was just… different than other guys. Maybe he was finally Reed’s perfect match.

Reed felt his face flush. “I do,” he said quietly, placing the hand on Greyson’s face. Warm, but not feverish. “Kiss me.” Reed leaned in then – only for Greyson to turn his head.

“Baby, I don’t wannda get you sick,” he said when he saw Reed’s furrowed brow – the upset look quickly morphed into one of bemusement.

“Honey,” Reed said, choosing his words carefully. “I, um… I don’t know if you remember a couple of nights ago, but I think that ship may have already sailed.” Greyson pressed his own eyebrows together – then raised them when he remembered.

“Oh,” he said, making a face that somehow perfectly encapsulated the word oops. “Shit, I forgot about that. I mbean, that was before I started feeling shitty, so you should be finde, right?”

Internally, Reed weighed his options for response; after a moment, he settled on the truth. “I… I think you’re contagious before you start, um. Showing symptoms,” Reed said. Greyson’s face fell, and he rubbed his nose hard with the back of his hand.

“Shit,” Greyson repeated. “Well, uh… hopefully your immbune system is fully ramped up then – hh...hhhIGTSZCHH-ue! Fuck, excuse mbe,” Greyson stood up from the barstool and grabbed a paper towel from the kitchen, blowing his nose as quietly as he could manage.

Reed’s breath quickened as he said, “Bless you.” Greyson nodded.

“Thangk you,” he said, tossing the paper towel. He shot his boyfriend an apologetic look, rubbed the back of his own neck, embarrassed. “Sorry if I give you this, hondey.”

Without thinking, Reed barked out a laugh. “Greyson,” he said, “if anyone has ever been asking for it when it comes to getting sick, it’s me literally holding your face to my face when I know you’re about to sneeze. Let’s… I mean, let’s be honest about that.”

Greyson coughed out a giggle as well. “I mbean, when you put it that way,” he said, taking Reed’s hand and pulling him in. “I guess there’s ndo real reason for mbe not to do this.” He kissed Reed then, slow and deep, his tongue slipping between his boyfriend’s lips like a secret. A moan escaped Reed without him meaning it to.

“Baby,” Greyson said into Reed’s mouth. “Will you take care of mbe? I don’t feel we­hh… huh..!” Greyson’s foreplay was suddenly cut off then by his breath hitching. “Onesec -” he breathed, turning away from Reed to crumple into his elbow.

“HRRTZCHH-ue! Hh-! HhhESTZCHH-ue!” Greyson coughed for a moment before turning back to Reed, an apologetic look on his face. “Sorry ’bout that,” he said, sniffling.

Reed was, again, at a loss for words. “Bless you,” he said again, his voice barely a whisper. Greyson grinned.

“Mban,” he said, clearing his throat. “I fuckigg love this. Easiest foreplay of mby liii – HRTZCHH!” This time, Greyson hadn’t had time to turn away; Reed felt the mist of his boyfriend’s sneeze lay over him like a light blanket as he shivered with desire.

“Fuck,” Reed whispered, pulling Greyson in for a hungry, desirous kiss. Greyson was only too happy to reciprocate; he yanked Reed’s shirt over his head and licked up his torso, sniffling when he got to the base of his boyfriend’s throat. Reed couldn’t take it any longer; he pushed Greyson to the ground right there in the kitchen, stripping himself and his boyfriend down to nothing in record time.

Before they could go any further, Reed pressed his lips to Greyson’s once again. When they pulled away, Greyson was smiling, amused.

“Well, if you weren’t goigg to get sick before,” he said, coursing his fingers through Reed’s short, dark hair, “you certainly will ndow.”

Reed, consumed by desire, began kissing along Greyson’s neck, his torso, his hips. Before going any lower, Reed turned his face towards Greyson’s, his face flushed with lust.

“Worth it.”

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hey guys quick question, if i were to write, hypothetically, a story that had explicit sexual stuff with greyson and reed would y'all read it or would you dip me in lava lmao.

also, what if reed had a snz kink (even though it's literally never been mentioned before and kind of doesn't make sense at this point). would you dip me in lava for that hahaah

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a summer cold that comes on slowly over the course of the day that they barely even notice they're getting sick. they wake up with a scratchy throat and raspy voice, but they probably just need to clean the AC filters. by lunchtime they're starting to sneeze which is weird, they didn't think the pollen count was supposed to be so high today. towards the end of the day they're feeling hot and sluggish, but it's 90 degrees and humid as hell so how else expecting to feel?

it's not until they get home and their partner hits them with something like "Oh honey, you don't look so good. Are you you feeling ok?" that they realize just how sick they are 🫠

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YASSS omfg I know I've already gushed to you but I am OBSESSED with this 🥰😍 they are absolute perfection and I couldn't have asked for a more perfect rendition. Everyone needs to commission @ghostlychill asap because their art is perfection ❤️

If you want to read the fic that this scene is from, it's here!

THANK YOU AGAIN DUDE THIS IS MY NEW PRIZED POSSESSION!!!

Commission for @whiskey-tango-matcha from her fic

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100% sure ive asked this before but i am horrible about saving things where i can find them, so does anyone have a list (like a longish one) of sickfic/snzfic prompts lying around that they might want to share with the class? 😂 im in the mood to write some drabbles but i am at a loss for ideas.

alternatively, if you have a prompt/idea you'd like to send me for a drabble, im all ears!

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Someone with knuckle tattoos carding their fingers through a sick person’s hair 💕💕💕

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🔎for all four of your guys, if you would? :D

ooo sure! under the cut!

🔎 Tell us one thing about them that you know but we don't.

I'll start with Matt & Mark, since Greyson & Elijah have had a few revealed already!

Matt's tragic backstory has been pretty thoroughly revealed haha, but something I haven't dived into is the fact that he actually never wanted to be a chef; he took cook jobs because they were easy to get without a high school degree, and then eventually grew to love it. His dream was to be an architect, though! He grew up in foster homes in NYC, and was always fascinated by the massive buildings, and he really was drawn to the idea of building himself a home. In his future, he stays in the culinary career, but he always wonders what could have been if he'd had parental support.

Mark came from A LOT of money, which I don't think I've ever delved into, but his dad refuses to give him really anything. His dad is a stockbroker in Manhattan, but the two of them never see each other; his dad stopped speaking to him when he came out. Mark's mom does secretly fund his life a little - ever wondered how Mark affords his apartment right next to the restaurant in Manhattan? His mom bought a one-bedroom for him outright, which he pays a low rent on. Mark is SUPER self-conscious about growing up with money, and even Matt doesn't know until way later in their relationship how he grew up.

I'll keep Greyson & Elijah's light, since I've done a lot on them:

Greyson is a Cancer sun, Gemini moon, Leo rising

Elijah is an Aries sun, Virgo moon, Capricorn rising (shoutout to @ghostlychill for working these placements out with me a while back hahah)

thank you for the ask!!

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i desperately wanted to ask you some of these questions about your boys so I'm SO glad you popped back on tumblr just in time to see these!! let's do 💔 for both Elijah and Greyson, if you haven't been asked that one yet, 📞 for Greyson, and 🔎 for Elijah! -w1ngxd

thank you for the ask, friend!! under the cut, per the usual haha

💔 what genuinely hurts their feelings?

I answered this one for Elijah, but I'll do another one for him bc why not lmao. Elijah is genuinely hurt at the thought of someone thinking he's not empathetic; he gets in his own head and can overlook people's feelings if he's busy or stressed, and he hates the thought of his friends thinking that means he doesn't care about them. It's why he can be such a freak with the other guys getting sick - there have been more than a few times where he's come off as a dick because he was worried or stressed and that's not who he thinks of himself as.

Greyson is hurt by people not trusting him. He thinks of himself as very trustworthy and good at keeping secrets (which is... debatable haha) so when he finds out someone's keeping something from him it really hurts his feelings.

📞 how do they speak/communicate?

Ooo this is a cool one!! Greyson is naturally loud, as most chefs are haha. He gets passionate when he talks and ends up near-yelling, even when he's in a quiet space (which pisses Elijah off lmao). He's quick witted and doesn't use a ton of filler words, and he forced himself to stop using a Midwest accent when he moved to New York. He overcompensated a little too much there though, and ended up having kind of a California-style accent, despite never having lived on the west coast haha.

🔍 tell us something you know about them that we don't

Elijah is having all his lore spilled this week hahaha. Elijah loves kids and actually wanted to have them at one point in his life, before his engagement ended. He has a childhood best friend who has a daughter he calls his niece; they live in Boston, so he doesn't see them a ton, but he does talk to her on the phone a lot and sends her tons of gifts lol. She ends up working for him as a host when she turns 18 and moves to the city. Elijah never does end up having a kid, though.

Thank you again!!!

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For Elliot and Grayson.

🎸 What kind of music would they enjoy? (Alt: Is there a genre of music that you associate with them?)

🙄 What is a minor pet peeve of theirs?

🔎 Tell us one thing about them that you know but we don't.

ahh, thank you for the ask!! under the cut :)

🎸 what kind of music would they enjoy?

Greyson is a pop punk kid, and he also loves screamo lmao. Definitely went to warped tour every year as a teenager, and loves to go to concerts SPECIFICALLY to mosh haha.

Elijah loves 80s music; his dad played it constantly when he was growing up in the 90s, so he was never really exposed to music that was on the radio, just his dad's old tapes. Big ballad guy lmao. He can also get down on some classical music, which Greyson loves to make fun of him for.

🙄 what is a minor pet peeve of theirs?

Greyson hates food reviews that describe food as "sexy" lmao, he finds it bizarre and kind of gross. He's also annoyed by people who refuse to do the dishes right after they eat, which makes him and reed perfect for one another haha

Elijah hates repetitive sounds, like pens clicking over and over, and he can't stand when people are late; he doesn't understand how it could be hard to just be on time lol

🔍 tell us one thing about them that you know but we don't

Greyson has five siblings who he doesn't talk to at all; I really haven't gone into his or Elijah's childhoods, but Greyson is smack in the middle of five boys, and has a single mom who was barely present in his childhood because she worked a ton. Being alone with his brothers definitely didn't make them bond - the older boys didn't pay attention to him at all and the younger ones gleaned all the attention from their mom - so Greyson got into a bunch of sports and stayed away from home as much as possible. His family still lives in rural Minnesota, where he grew up, and he hasn't been back to see them since he moved to New York.

I'll do a similar one for Elijah haha - Elijah is an only child, and his parents put a ton of pressure on him to take care of them as they got older; they had a good chunk of money when he was really young, so they lived in a nice house in New Jersey and joined a country club, keeping up with the Joneses as it were, but his dad gambled away most of the money he earned when Elijah was in highschool. His dad was the one who pushed him into going to med school, in the hopes that he'd make a bunch of money and fund his parents' lives.

thank you again for the ask!!

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💔🏠🔎 for Elijah pleaseeee

thank you for the ask, dude! elijah's getting so much love, which i adore and he would hate lmao. under the cut!

💔 What genuinely hurts their feelings?

oh absolutely bad reviews of elliot's. which he knows is SO silly, every restaurant gets some bad reviews, but he genuinely takes all of them to heart and stews over them every time. he puts his entire self into that restaurant, and the thought of someone hating his life's blood is too much for him hahah.

🏠 What is their home like?

i love that you asked this one because we recently talked about it and i've honestly put a lot of thought into it since hah. elijah's house is just that: a house. he paid an interior decorator to decorate it so that it looks nice if someone ever comes over (which, ironically, no one ever does), but there is none of elijah in it; he saved all of his personality for the restaurant. he does have some knick-knack stuff by his bed, but that's about as far as things go personality wise. to sum it up: his home is cold. the restaurant is warm, bc that's his real home in his mind.

🔎 Tell us one thing about them that you know but we don't.

elijah was (unsurprisingly) a straight-A student, throughout highschool and college, and he dropped out of his second year of med school despite that. he was going to be a psychiatrist, but was never passionate about the craft, just about learning how people tick and where his own problems stemmed from. in the future (in my mind), he does go back and finish his medical degree, but doesn't do anything with it except for insist his friends call him 'doctor' lmao.

thank you again!

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🦊 If your character were an animal, what would they be (and why)?

‼️What are some descriptions you find yourself using a lot for this character?

👗How does your character typically dress? Are there any circumstances in which they'd change the way they dress? Do they have a favorite article of clothing?

Elijah

Hope you’re having a nice day!~

ahh thank you for the ask! under the cut, as all these will be.

🦊 If your character were an animal, what would they be (and why)?

HMMM this is a hard one... maybe an ox because he's stubborn as fuck lmao. or some sort of loyal but aloof dog hahah like maybe a shiba inu XD he loves HIS people, but isn't a huge fan of people in general

‼️What are some descriptions you find yourself using a lot for this character?

polished. put-together. worry wart. hardworking to a fault. loyal. reserved. introspective. perceptive. empathetic. hot-headed. i could go on, but that seems like plenty haha

👗How does your character typically dress? Are there any circumstances in which they'd change the way they dress? Do they have a favorite article of clothing?

eek, i love this one for elijah specifically because his way of dressing is so solidified in my mind - he has a huge array of button-down shirts, ties (bow ties and standard, he wears both), and slacks, which is his self-imposed uniform at the restaurant lol. he always rolls up the sleeves of his button-downs, and he wears actual dress shoes to work every day bc he's a psycho. HOWEVER, when he's at home by himself, on a day off or sick or whatever, he wears nothing but ratty hoodies from his college days, sweatpants, and beanies. he has two modes, always: on and off lol. as for a favorite article of clothing, i'd probably say any of his shitty NYU hoodies that he refuses to throw away even though they're threadbare haha.

hope you're having a good day too!

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👀Do they have any allergies we don't know about yet?

Elijah and Greyson

thanks for the ask! :)

Greyson actually has NO allergies, which I know is not a good characteristic of a snz kink based character lmao, but he does love to blame a cold on his nonexistent allergies.

Elijah is massively allergic to Nature In General lmao, he has a pine allergy that he doesn't know about, same with a cottonwood allergy. he is the polar opposite of outdoorsy, so who knows if or when he'll ever realize he has those.