ilvw reader v1.0
By Your Side
written by asclepius
Freddy’s arm was wrapped around Fallon’s as he walked the bigger man up to his room. “I’m fine, bro, I promise.” He winced as he tried to step on his ankle, which had gotten hurt during the game. Spooky Academy lost, 45-46. Everyone was feeling a bit down, but the effort taken was more than enough to keep Freddy’s spirits high. Fallon can barely keep him up, trying with all his small might to support the big werewolf, whose tail was tucked beneath his legs.
“You’re not fine. You can barely walk on it, my love.” Fallon said, breathing a sigh of relief as the two reached Freddy’s room. He opened the door. “Go sit on the bed, and take off your cleats. I wanna check it out.” Fallon instructed, smiling. His boyfriend was still in his football gear, only missing the helmet and top jersey. The blacks under his eyes were slight smeared. Fallon had never thought he looked more attractive. The fairy gave the bigger man a kiss as he walked by, earning a swift tail wag.
The wolfman plopped down, groaning as he threw off the cleats. He fell back on the bed, dirty from the game, heaving a bit. Sweat stained his brow. His eyes tracked Fallon as the smaller man gingerly took off his own shoes (steel toed boots) and his sweater. It was already toasty in the room, it was literally a wolf thing. Fallon’s oversize t-shirt bore a three-wulf-moon, one that he had taken from Fred. The fairy makes his way to Freddy’s ankle, lightly touching it. “Awroo…” Freddy winced, sitting up on the bed.
“It’s pretty swollen, big guy,” Fallon had an inquisitive look behind his eyes. As if he was planning something. Y’know, I just made a tincture that-”
“Nope.”
“C’mon, I promise“I have a tincture I made, that might help with it.” Fallon adjusts his glasses, lightly kissing the spot where it was swollen.
Freddy’s face fell into a smile. “Is it safe?”
“Would I ever steer you wrong?”
“Uh, no, but little guy, some of your potions…have some weird reactions.” He rubbed the back of his neck, raising an eyebrow.
Fallon pursed his lips in mock dismay. “Elias was fine. So was Atticus. That’s alright then, I can just ice it down and wrap it.” He winks at the werewolf. Fallon retreats to the kitchen.
The infirmed sits on the bed still, hands behind his head now laying back. He closed his eyes, wanting to rest them for just a second. A second turned to some minutes, where he felt some shifting on his ankle and finally, sweet relief for his brief pain. He grunted, before falling into a slumber.
Fallon kissed his boyfriend’s head, lightly as he could infer the state of his incumbent slumber. He brushed aside a brown lock of hair. He looked at the werewolf with nothing but love. This game was one of their last, and it was an unfortunate loss, but somehow, Freddy spirits were still held up. Fallon found his own eyes drooping slightly down. He curled up next to the big wolfman, resting his head on his chest, and soon joining his lover in sleep.
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Freddy woke up later that night, a bit of a headache haunting him. He groaned a bit, stifling it the second he sees the outline of his lover on his chest. He reaches a big hand down, ruffling his hair a bit. Fallon groans something quiet, and slowly opens his eyes, yawning.
“Hey, big guy.” The fairy placed his chin on a single pec.
“Hey, little guy. I fell asleep, huh?”
Fallon smiled. “So did I. How’s it feeling?”
Freddy rolled his ankle around, wincing slightly. “Not great, bro. Kinda hurts.” Fallon sighed, reaching down to it.
“We should go to the E.R. or something. I’m a bit worried.” Freddy whimpered at that. “...I promise they won’t take your balls.”
“You promise?”
“On my life.” Fallon plants a kiss on the side of his cheek.
“Alright bro. Can we go in the morning? I’m really sleepy.” He yawned, as if on cue.
Fallon nodded. “Sure. Let’s get you out of this stuff.” He helped his lover strip out of his gear, and replaced the wrapping on his foot. Fallon left to go find some more supplies, get another ice pack for him. Freddy overheard his boyfriend talking to his brother in the hallway, explaining the situation. The werewolf felt a bit exposed, just sitting there in a jockstrap, door slightly ajar, room darkened, no buffer from him and the world.
Fallon eventually came back in, closing the door behind him. The fairy took off pants, wanting to be more comfortable like his boyfriend. Wearing just his boxers, he bore an ice pack and a wrap in his arms. “Can I try something?”
“I trust ya.” Freddy grinned with his canines exposed. His head was slightly raised on the bed, looking over his body at his smaller boyfriend.
Taking the ice pack in his hands, Fallon whispered something to it, and it started to glow with a small symbol on it. He took the icepack and placed it inside the wrap, which he placed on Freddy’s swollen ankle. He lightly wrapped it, pulling it tightly. “This should help.” Fallon gave him a soft kiss on the swollen part as well.
“Feels better already bro.” The wolfman nodded, his smile is slightly bigger. He grabbed the smaller man and pulled him up on his lap with an ‘unf’, facing him, and wrapping his big arms around Fallon. He kissed him deeply, letting the smaller man open up. He breaks the kiss and nuzzled his lover.
“I’m glad big guy. Let’s get some sleep? okay?” Fallon whispered into Freddy’s ear, earning a nod and a pull downward from the werewolf. He would not be moving that night, and spent it held against Freddy.
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The E.R. was anything but last night. It was not soft and kind and slow and sweet, it was hectic and chaotic and all together way too much for the senses of Freddy Howl, who let out a very weak, ‘Wruuf…’ as he sat with his lover in the waiting room.
Fallon responded in turn by petting the werewolf. “You’re okay, big guy. You’re alright.” Freddy’s tail and ears are both dejected, downward pointing. His hands entangled with the man’s brown hair, making sure to scratch behind the ears.
“It’s so scary in here…” He groans.
“I know, but we’ll be out soon. I got them to see us faster.” Fallon smiled at Freddy.
“Uh, Freddy Howl?” A voice, a little too familiar rang out. A woman stood towards the door, long ears, rounded glasses, and long brown hair with some gray streaks. Abi. Fallon’s contact. The smaller man helped Freddy get up and walk over, arm around him, the two awkwardly walking in sync.
“Thanks for getting us in. He twisted it while playing football last night.” Abi sat Freddy down in a wheelchair, pushing him along to another room.
“Oh, I’m sure. Isn’t this like the fourth time in the past few months you’ve been here?” The fox said, writing down some information on her clipboard.
“Awroo…” Freddy let his head droop, earning a soft pet from his lover.
“I know, not the safest. Why are you working here?” Fallon asks as the group approaches an office.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Abi says, opening the door, letting them enter, and then promptly leaving the two men in the dust.
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Freddy sighed in relief as he used his crutches to maneuver himself into Fallon’s apartment. He inhales the smell of it - familiar. Soft like the sea, slight bit of jasmine, and some coconut. Underneath it was the slightest undercurrent of his own strong smell, body odor and like. He liked it, knowing that Fallon was always with him in some way. The new crutches he got were standard issue, as his foot was now wrapped in some bandages and heating pads. The werewolf awkwardly hobbles towards the couch, discarding the crutches to the side as he finally sat down somewhere comfortable and familiar and safe.
“I’ll join you shortly, big guy. Gonna get you some milk.” Fallon kissed the top of his head, Freddy’s ears slightly twitching with joy.
“Thanks, bro.”
Fallon made his way to the kitchen, fetching a glass of milk for his lover. He closed the door to the fridge with his hips, grabbing the chilled glass and taking it back to the couch. He set it down, laying his head on Freddy’s shoulder. His hand intertwined with the werewolf’s bigger one. “The doctor said it shouldn’t take too long to heal at all. You’ll be back on the field in a day or two, just a tumble.”
Freddy smiled. “Thanks for staying with me. Yer very kind, bro.” He planted a slobbery kiss on Fallon’s cheek before taking a big drink from his milk. Fallon laughed at him. “What?”
“You have a little something - in your mustache.” He’s cracking up. It’s like this is the funniest thing he’s ever seen. Freddy joins him in it, and the night goes on in turn. The two lovers sit on the couch together, cuddling and watching some movies late into the night. They fall asleep, bodies entwined, together as one.