Chapter 5
“Okay well stay still ” Evan says cleaning his eyebrow and bringing the alcohol covered wipe to his split eyebrow moving in between bartys legs.
Barty nodded, bracing himself for the inevitable pain. He did his best to remain still as Evan brought the cold wipe to his eyebrow, his eyes involuntarily flinching a little as the cleaning solution stung the open skin.
Barty never did like the way alcohol smelled, not after his fathers wonderful parenting.
Evan, noticing Barty's slight flinch, offered a sympathetic look. "Sorry, I know it's not pleasant," he said gently, continuing with the cleaning process.
Barty just grunted in acknowledgment, gritting his teeth as Evan continued the cleaning. He focused on not moving, but the pain was starting to become more intense as Evan went deeper into the wound.
Barty could see the tired lines etched on Evan's face and the slight tremble in his hands, indicating the strain of a long day of midterms had taken its toll on him. Even though Evan was trying his best to be gentle, the fatigue was beginning to affect his focus, making his movements less delicate.
Barty winced as the cotton swab dabbed a little too hard on the sensitive skin of his eyebrow. "Jesus, pretty boy" he muttered through clenched teeth. "Take it easy on me, will ya?"
"Sorry, sorry," Evan murmured, his voice betraying his exhaustion. He took a moment to steady his hands before continuing with the cleaning. "Almost done, just bear with me a bit longer."
As evan finishes cleaning the wound barty observed Evan closely, noticing the way his eyes were squinted. "You look exhausted, medic boy," he said, his tone a mix of concern and teasing. "You sure you know what you're doing in this state?"
I am fine please stop moving he said (Evan is still squinting because the gay fuck ass didn’t wanna wear his glasses)
And Barty couldn't help but notice the way Evan was squinting, and it was starting to make him worry. "You're not squinting just for show, are you?" he asked. Slight tinge of pain in his voice
“No I….I left my glasses by my bed-bitch stay still !” he said now grabbing his face to hold it In place.
Barty's eyebrow shot up in surprise as Evan grabbed him by the face, holding him still. "Whoa, easy there," he said, slightly amused by Evan's firm touch. "your much bossier than last time."
"Shut up" Evan muttered, his cheeks tinged with a hint of red. He could feel Barty's gaze on him, and it was making his face feel hot. "Just stay still, okay? I need to stitch you up now"
Barty's eyes widened as he saw the needle in Evan's hand. "Whoa, wait a minute," he said, trying to pull back a little. "You're not going to stick me with that THING are you?"
Evan rolled his eyes at Barty's overreaction. "What, you scared of needles or something?" he asked, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
Barty shot him a glare, clearly offended by the suggestion. "Of course not," he retorted. "I just don't fancy being poked with a sharp object, alright?"
Evan could tell that Barty was lying, his shifting giving him away. "You're a terrible liar," Evan pointed out, his eyebrows rising .
“Hey….hey! okay, please put the needle down could you at least grab your glasses? so you don’t fuck me up”
Evan paused, realizing that Barty might have a bit of a point. His vision was getting increasingly blurry, and he knew that stitching up Barty's eyebrow when he could barely see it probably wasn't the brightest idea. "Fine," he sighed, reluctantly setting the needle down. "I'll get my glasses."
Stay, he instructs as if barty going to leave and Barty couldn't help but find Evan's commanding tone amusing. He raised an eyebrow at Evan's order to stay but nodded obediently, staying put on the counter. "I'm not going anywhere, medic boy."
”Not my name!!” he calls out as he leaves the room, Barty rolled his eyes at Evan's correction but couldn't help but find his stubbornness a almost endearing. "Fine, fine," he muttered, leaning back against the counter and waiting for Evan's return.
Evan returned a moment later, his glasses perched on his nose. He looked much more alert now that he could see properly, his eyes clear and focused. However, he noticed the smirk on Barty's face and couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance. "What?" he asked, his tone betraying his irritation.
Barty's smirk only widened as he took in Evan’s annoyed look. "Nothing," he said, feigning innocence. "nice glasses."
Evan just rolled his eyes, trying to ignore Barty's teasing. "Shut up would you?" he muttered, setting the needle back on the counter. "Now, hold still while I stitch you up, alright? I need you to STOP moving."
Evan could feel Barty's gaze on him as he prepared to begin the stitching. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but Barty's intense stare was making it difficult for him to concentrate.
"Can you stop looking at me like that?" he finally said after about two stitch’s, his voice tinged with a bit of annoyance.
“Don’t flatter yourself I wasn’t looking at you” he says
Barty's smirk widened at Evan's irritated tone. He knew he was getting under the boy's skin, and he found it amusing and he loooked not when he was pissed. "Just admiring the lovely bathroom, of course," he said, gesturing around the room with a lazy wave of his hand.
“oh mhm” Evan said with an eye roll. I am gonna keep going now,….barty” it felt weird to say his name but it sounded nice
Barty nodded, his smirk faltering a little as the reality of the situation set in. "Alright, alright," he said, trying to sound casual. "Just don't mess up my pretty face, alright ?"
he said with a cocky grin, his arrogance some how intact despite the circumstances.
“I said stay“ ( Evan grabs barty by the jaw and tilts his face up)
Barty's smirk vanished as Evan grabbed him by the jaw, tilting his face up so that he was looking directly at him. He tried to suppress a response at the commanding tone of Evan's voice, but he couldn't help the way his heart rate quickened ever so slightly.
“Okay this will hurt sorry“ evan says Barty braced himself for the imminent pain, his eyes locked onto Evan's. "I can handle it," he said, attempting to put on a brave face. "Just get it over with."
Barty sucked in a sharp breath as Evan began stitching the wound. Despite his brave words, the pain was more intense than he had anticipated, and he couldn't help but wince at the sensation of the needle piercing his skin.
"Jesus, evie," he grunted through clenched teeth. "You could be a bit gentler, you know?"
“Don’t talk” he says strained but gruff as he is getting close to his face so he can see better
Barty's breath hitched at Evan's proximity, their faces mere inches apart. He could feel evan’s warm breath on his skin, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He tried to keep his expression stoic, and just simply failed .
Evan was hyper focused on the task at hand, his eyes flicking back and forth from Barty's face to the wound. But he couldn't ignore how their proximity was affecting him. He could feel the heat radiating from Barty's skin, and the way the other boy's breath hitched when he got close sent tingles through his body.
Barty's eyes roamed over Evan's face, taking in his sharp jawline, those stunning grey eyes, the sharp slope of his nose, and those plump, kissable lips. He had always known that Evan was attractive, but he had never noticed how truly captivating he was until now.
Evan could feel Barty's gaze on him, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of flustered and uneasy under the intensity of it. He tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but it was hard to focus with Barty's eyes roaming over his face.
"Can you stop staring at me like that?" he asked, his voice a little more shaky than he would have liked.
Barty snapped out of his daze and returned his gaze to Evan's eyes. "those glasses make you look like a nerd," he says playing off the staring his facade falling back in place.
Evan rolled his eyes at Barty's comment. "you really shouldn’t be so rude to the person with a needle in your face" he retorted, trying to hide the way his heart raced at Barty's words.
Before Barty could speak Evan covered bartys mouth with his hand.
Barty was taken aback by the sudden action, his words muffled by the hand covering his mouth. He stared at Evan in surprise, his eyes wide with shock. He tried to speak, but the hand over his mouth prevented any words from escaping.
”Shhhhhh!, you move your face when you talk be quite?!”.
Barty obeyed, shutting his mouth and staying as still as possible. He could feel the warmth of Evan's hand on his face, his heart pounding in his chest at the sudden intimacy of the situation.
The room was filled with an electric tension as Barty remained motionless, Evan's hand still covering his mouth. The seconds seemed to stretch into minutes as they stared at each other, each one of them acutely aware of the closeness between them.
Barty then licks Evan’s hand
Evan's eyes widened in surprise as Barty suddenly licked his hand. He could feel the wetness of Barty's tongue against his skin and couldn't help but shiver at the unexpected sensation. He glanced at Barty, his cheeks flushing at the boldness of the other boy's action.
He swiped his hand away swatting barty with it, Your disgusting he said as he roughly pulled the stichs tight finishing his face it so subtly pink
Barty winced in pain as Evan pulled the stitches tight, his face crumpling in discomfort. "Ow! Watch it, Evie" he grumbled, his hand instinctively going to touch the wounded area.
”Serves u right for licking my hand like a seven year old and stop calling me that!”