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Jason had a headache. It wasn’t a migraine, not yet, but it was working on it. He’d woken up that morning groggy and slow, which was never a good sign, but things just kept going downhill from there. His vision had been uncomfortably sharp all day, which was weird seeing as that wasn’t one of his usual migraine warnings, and his head felt like an over-inflated balloon. Even his glasses had felt like they were squeezing his temples all day. Even after medication, everything hurt, and he was more than ready to curl up in bed with Leo and sleep to end this awful day.
But right now he had to make dinner. Leo had been teaching him how to cook, and while he still wasn’t great, he was no longer a fire threat to them or their home, so he got put on the dinner rotation. He was supposed to be making stir-fry, but he knew that wasn’t happening in his condition, so he’d just settled for unearthing some ravioli from the freezer and heating up a jar of sauce. He figured that was good enough, and if Leo disagreed, he was more than welcome to feed himself.
Jason was in the middle of staring at the pot of water, waiting for it to boil, when Leo stumbled into the kitchen, looking more than a little dizzy. He knocked into the edge of the counter and swore so loudly and violently that Jason couldn’t help but wince. “Leo? You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he muttered. “My eyes have been acting weird all day, though. They won’t even try to focus on anything unless it’s, like right in front of my nose.”
“Think food will help?”
“Honestly, I feel like I just got off the world’s worst Tilt-A-Whirl, so I might puke if I eat,” Leo sighed. Jason watched him reach up and rub his eye, which knocked his glasses askew, making them glitter in the kitchen light.
Jason paused. Leo’s glasses didn’t glitter in the light. They were painted red and made of some poly-something or other compound that Leo insisted wasn’t just fancy plastic, but sure looked a lot like it. Jason’s glasses, though, the one’s with just ever so slightly less of a prescription than Leo’s and had gold wire frames, certainly did. Jason deliberately cast his vision as far to the side as possible, just to test his theory, then bit his lip to hide his laughter. “Sweetheart, can you come here? I want to try something.”
“If your idea is kissing me I’m all in,” Leo said, stepping right up in front of Jason without question.
Instead of kissing, Jason just deftly plucked the glasses off Leo’s nose, ignoring his squawk of protest, only to take the pair off his own face and swap them. Leo instantly came into perfect focus, much softer and every inch the man Jason adored. “Better?”
Leo was blinking stars out of his eyes for a moment before shaking his head. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“We were wearing the wrong prescription all day,” Jason grinned at him. “I think we may have gotten them mixed up last night after we, uh–”
“Stripped each other going down the hall before proceeding to boink like particularly horny bunnies?”
“Not the words I would have used, but yeah.”
Leo laughed brightly and wrapped his arms around Jason’s neck, hanging from him like a limpet. “Glad you got that sorted. I was worried I wasn’t going to get to properly look at my boyfriend tonight. He’s, like, super hot, so it would have been a crying shame to miss out on that.”
Jason snorted and rolled his eyes. Still he leaned down and happily kissed Leo. When he did, their glasses clinked together, just like they always did. In that moment, everything was as it should be.