"Dammit, open wider you little twink!" George growled in frustration as David glared at him. Both of them were already panting. George from anger and David from being a little bastard! "I swear to god I'm going to force it down your throat if you don't start cooperating!"

They'd been at it for nearly five minutes already and George was seriously about to shove the toothbrush down the guy's throat, or up his ass. Whichever got his inside bits cleaner, faster. Ever since David had caught him staring at him several days ago he hadn't let up on the innuendos and continuous jabs! His leg was thankfully healing well and should only need a few more weeks of antibiotics and likely less days of pain killers.

Doesn't look like he's in any pain right now... maybe I should change that with the toothbrush.

Of course he knew that would just likely result in him getting off again, just like he had when George had grabbed his hair too tightly during one of the guy's frustrating pervy joke runs.

"I will take that collar off right now if you don't brush your damn teeth," he finally growled as he held the toothbrush up to David, who was sitting on the bathroom counter by the sink in a pair of dark blue boxers.

Thankfully David finally seemed to give up, grabbing the brush and shoving it in his mouth with a grunt. While he brushed George flossed his own teeth, having already scrubbed them before getting in the hygiene fight with David.

"Why can't we just give each other hand jobs or somethingggg? I know you're interested and I'm more than willing, Master George."

Stop calling me that, dammit.

He wanted to say it aloud, again, but just like the last fifteen times, the command would likely fall on deaf ears. Or selective hearing ears, more likely. If he even came close to uttering a word having to do with undressing, showers, baths, or cooking, the guy would perk up and smile like he'd just given him a puppy. But nope, he heard little else. Thankfully he understood that his hands had to be kept to himself.

"I have no idea what you see in me that would make you want to touch my dick."

That had David stuttering into silence. Thought so.

"Seriously, you need to look for someone you actually want for who they are, not just what they have between their legs or the leather on their chest."

He hunched with each word George said, making the man stand taller. Reassured in his idea. When David still didn't speak, he turned to walk back into his room and get into bed. Normally he'd carry David, but he was pissed so the guy could just walk himself. Or hop.

"I am..."

What?

Turning, George walked back into the dimly lit bathroom and stared down at David with a hard glare.

"What?"

It took several quiet moments before David finally looked up. Oh no. Don't look at me like that. You know the answer. And stop chewing on your bottom lip. And letting your eyes get all watery. It's not going to work, especially not on me.

"You don't even see it, do you?"

See what?

Instead of speaking George just glared harder and crossed his arms over his chest. Since he obviously wasn't going to get a response yet, David swallowed the lump of worry in his throat and continued.

"Why haven't you made Orion or Xena take care of me?"

George blinked, caught a bit off guard by his random question. It made no sense to him.

"Why would I? I live here and Orion already has his new guy to look after."

He shifted awkwardly on the edge of the counter and shrugged, then licked his lips.

"Well, why not just leave me at the hospital like the doctor suggested when I got that bad cold?"

"Weren't you asleep when I was talking with him during that part?"

David rolled his eyes and grinned, getting a frustrated grunt from George. Evidently he hadn't been.

"Is Xena paying you extra to take care of me here?"

George shook his head.

"Is there anything stopping you from shoving me out on the street?"

Smacking himself in the face, George heaved a frustrated sigh and shook his head.

"Seriously David? I'm not an ass! That's why you aren't out the door right now!"

"Yes you are."

George fidgeted, grinding his teeth together. He couldn't argue. He knew he was an ass, at least to most people. It was his job! "I get paid good money to be one." He eventually relented, still not really sure where David was going with the discussion.

"You're an asshole and I want you for who you are. Not just because you put this collar on me, and not just because you've taken care of me. You do realize that everything that you've done for me could have easily been pushed off on someone else, yet you didn't do that, did you?"

Without saying another word George stalked back into his bedroom and fell onto the blankets. He didn't expect David to follow right away, but when he heard the guy slip off the bathroom sink and turn off the light, then hop into his bedroom and flick that light off as well, he knew he was in trouble.

The bed depressed as David climbed in. George did his best to pretend he was asleep, even though he was still wearing his jeans from his day off. After the past few days, he wasn't really sure he wanted to remove them when sleeping next to David. He closed his eyes, trying not to think about anything and force his mind to shut off. Unfortunately, he couldn't help but stay awake as he felt eyes boring into his back.

Dammit all.

George rolled over, only to be put himself face to face with David's gentle eyes. They looked almost black in the darkness with only the dull light he'd used to give David meds at night on behind him. It illuminated his face just enough for George to be able to tell that he was smiling.

"What?"

Darn, I've been asking him that a lot recently.

When David just continued to stare George narrowed his eyes and growled. "What!"

David finally replied, but not with what he expected by any means.

"In the butt."

He did not just say that.

He did just say that.

Even trying his best, George just couldn't hold back the quiet snicker that managed to struggle past his pursed lips. It was nearly mute, but David still somehow caught it, making the guy burst out laughing like a darn Kindergartner!

"Stop it, you idiot." George growled, only making the guy laugh harder. At the same time he was struggling not to laugh as well. He'd let a tiny inkling slip out, but he refused to let it get to him any further than that. When David continued for several seconds George grabbed his pillow and slapped it over the guy's face, then held it down. It quieted David's laughter, but that was about it. George could still feel his chest rising and falling abruptly with chuckles, eventually making him toss the pillow against the wall with a groan.

"Come on. Go to sleep you insane demon spawn."

David turned his head to face George.

"But I'm not tired."

He knew he'd regret saying it, but he was tired and quite frankly, didn't care. "Then what will make you tired, David?"

George moved onto his back and had his arm draped over his eyes, not wanting to see the expression on David's face brought on by his words. He expected the guy to give him some super raunchy response somewhere along the lines of being tied up and licked from head to toe, or being taken over the bathtub with his hands bound, as he'd so graciously requested several times in the past few days, but when he finally got an answer, it was whispered and hesitant. And definitely not what he'd expected.

"A k-kiss on the cheek?"

Peaking beneath his arm, George glanced sideways at David, surprised.

"That's... all you want? Then you'll go to sleep?"

He found it hard to believe, but when David just kept staring at him with hope in his dark eyes, George actually felt that he was being truthful. God, I know I'm going to regret this... just like everything else involving this guy. But I'm tired as hell.

That's the excuse he used to convince himself to lean over and press his lips to the guy's cheek. It only lasted a brief second, if that, before he pulled away and turned his back on him, but he'd done it, so David better keep his end of the deal. He did, but then he decided that it was a good idea to lean his back against George's...

I know you can finally sleep on your side now that your burns are healing, but that doesn't mean you can just sleep against me now!

"Move."

David gave a quiet whine but didn't move.

"Now, David."

He grumbled and nuzzled against the pillow they were currently sharing.

"You threw my favorite pillow."

Oh come on!

"Use another one."

"But I liked that one."

"I'm going to neuter you if you don't use another pillow."

David snuggled in a bit more, yawning audibly before he mumbled, "I love you too, George. G'night."

When all he heard after that were quiet snores, he knew he'd lost the argument.

Hell, that wasn't even an argument. He won right from the beginning and the little twerp knew he would.