When it's all said and done they head towards their office, stopping for something to eat on the way. Arin feels really tired already and rests his head against the window, letting his eyes flutter shut.

"Are we still recording the Ten Minute Power Hour videos today, or...?" Dan inquires, trailing off at the end as he waits for an answer.

Without opening his eyes, Arin shrugs and then speaks. "Maybe tomorrow instead, dude," he suggests, exhaling and shifting in his seat. "I'm feeling too fuckin' tired to be on camera and keep up that energy, you know?"

"Oh yeah, definitely. I understand. I just thought I should ask."

Arin cracks open an eye and peeks over at Dan, who has his eyes glued to the road as he should. "I could probably do a Grump sesh though," he murmurs, hoping that the pain medication they gave him at the hospital will finally make his headache go away- he winces when the sun shines through the window and hits his eyes. "If you want to play whatever game we choose this time instead of me, I'm fuckin' down with that."

"Sure, sounds good," Dan agrees with a smile. "But only if you're feeling up to it, man."

Dan is too nice to him- Arin doesn't think he deserves it. "I am," he tells Dan with a slight nod. "And hey, thanks for looking out for me, dude. Like, today and yesterday and shit. I don't deserve it really, but damn do I appreciate it."

For the briefest of moments, Dan looks at him, eyes flickering in Arin's direction. "Of course, Ar. You don't need to fuckin' thank me for doing my job as your best friend. I love you, man, and I care about you. So like... if you want to talk to me about what's been fuckin' eating away at you lately, you know I'm all ears. I'm not gonna judge you or some shit. You know this."

Arin wishes it were that easy, but he can't even find it in himself to tell his wife how he's really been feeling. Besides, telling Dan what's been going on in his head lately would cause more problems than it's worth right now.

He realizes how much Dan sounds like Suzy at this very moment too, and Arin wants to laugh.

"I know, but you and Suzy both worry too much about me," he says in an attempt to dismiss it. "I'll be alright, man. I trust you of course, but this shit is something I think I need to deal with alone, you get me?"

Dan pauses for just the briefest of moments and his expression darkens before he puts on a fake smile. "Oh sure, absolutely. I don't wanna push you or anything but... I guess I'm just... letting you know that I'm here for you, Arin. Always. Just like I was last time."

Arin winces at the mention of the past. "Yeah, well the same applies to you, y'know," he then murmurs, picking at his own shirt with downcast eyes. "I've got your back, always. Whenever you need me. I... I love you, dude."

His heart pounds a little bit harder as it comes out of his mouth. It's not the first time he's said it of course, but... it's different now, and saying it makes him feel too exposed, like Dan will be able to see right through him and know exactly how he means it.

"Thanks, that means a lot," Dan replies then, parking outside of the building. Arin didn't realize how close they'd been to the office until now and he feels a bit confused and disoriented. "Wow, I didn't mean to get all fuckin' serious and shit. Sorry, man. Let me help you get inside."

Arin and Dan both open up the car doors at the same time, but Dan is out quicker, coming over to Arin's side and offering up his hand. Arin looks at it, hesitant, before he gently takes it in his own and lets Dan help him stand up, wincing at the ache in his side.

As soon as they're inside, all eyes are on them. Arin waves awkwardly as they make their way to the Grump room so that they can at least record something. He makes sure to steer clear of Suzy for now because he doesn't want her to obsess and worry over him too much when she sees him. He knows that she won't interrupt while they're recording, which is nice because he doesn't want her to have to stop what she's doing to worry about if he's hurting. And anyway, he'll see her later on to deal with all of that.

Once inside the room, Dan sets up the mics and everything and makes sure it's all working while Arin picks out a couple of games for Dan to play that they can make hopefully at least six episodes out of. The first game goes into the console and they settle onto the couch, Dan on one end with the controller and Arin on the other, wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket.

On the title screen, Dan starts off the episode. "Hello everbody," he says into the mic cheerfully.

"Welcome to Game Grumps," Arin chimes in with a small smile. "Today Dan's going to be playing whatever the heck this game is because I'm really tired today, and my head hurts and I can't concentrate, so this way you're actually going to be getting some heckin' decent content instead of me just dying constantly."

Dan chuckles. "So the reason Arin's not playing is because he tripped over his cat and fell down the stairs," he adds as he presses start and creates a save file. "But don't worry, he's fine. We were in and out of the hospital in no time and other than the headache and the bruise on his side and all that, I think he's feeling okay. Right, Arin?"

"Yeah man, and it's definitely no biggie," Arin agrees, eyes on the screen when Dan starts playing. "Just expect the next few episodes that come out to be probably bad games that Dan's playing. In a couple of days, I'll be good as new, and we'll be back to all the regular things then."

"Geez, well, I hope so. It's only been like a minute into this and I'm already hating playing this game."

"Oh yeah, it's awful, right?"

"Yeah, so awful," Dan replies with a nod, laughing, and Arin can't help but to laugh too. "It's fuckin' buggy as shit. The controls are so, so bad, oh my god. I hope the other games aren't this bad."

"They might be," Arin hums mischievously, a smirk on his face. "You'll find out soon enough."

"Oh, that's lovely."

There's silence for just the shortest of moments, Arin watching Dan play. He seems to have somewhat grasped how the controls are working which is somewhat impressive. He's already gotten farther than Arin had when he played it before off camera.

"Dude, did you just fuckin' see that?" Dan asks with a big smile, clearly having fun even though the game is shitty. "I just fuckin' killed that guy that was in midair on accident. Uh... I mean on purpose. Definitely on purpose."

"Yeah man, I saw it. You're a fuckin' wizard at this shit."

"I am, aren't I?" Dan giggles. "I think I finally got the controls down a little, but it's still fuckin' garbage and ridiculously hard because of them being so goddamn wonky."

"You got further than I did," Arin admits while stifling a laugh at 'wonky', which makes Dan look over for a second with wide eyes. "By a lot."

"What, really?"

Arin nods. "Hell yeah, dude. I think I got too angry and I fuckin' rage quit. I broke the controller and everything."

"Oh my god, did you actually?"

"Yeah! Why do you think I had to buy a new one?"

Dan looks down at the controller suddenly. "I didn't even fuckin' notice that this was a new one, but now that you mention it, it does look kinda different. I guess I don't pay attention much, huh?"

"Did I not tell you before I replaced it?" Arin wonders aloud. "Maybe I didn't, now that I think about it."

"Yeah, I don't think you did."

"I don't fuckin' remember man, but I don't really care. Point is, that controller in your sweaty ass hands right now is one I bought online because I broke the last one on accident when I was raging."

"My hands aren't sweaty," Dan argues, ignoring the rest of the sentence and reaching over to touch Arin's arm as proof. "See? They're actually cold as hell and I don't know why, but they don't get sweaty, thank you very much."

"Huh, I guess they're not," Arin murmurs as Dan pulls his hand away with a grin. "Well then."

Dan mock gasps. "Aren't you going to apologize, Arin? I'm seriously offended that you would even think or say that about my nice, big hands." He says it in a serious tone, but even as the words leave his mouth, he can't keep a straight face and definitely can't hold in his laugh.

Arin snorts. "Apologize for what, Daniel? I could've said something way worse, like... I don't know. Something about how you have weird thumbs or whatever."

Dan once gasps, this time as dramatically as he can. "Arin, how dare you. Now you have two things to apologize for, so get to it. You know... that is unless you'd rather make it up to me with a nice blow- I mean lunch. I'll accept a nice lunch."

Arin rolls his eyes, but he's grinning. "Hey man, if you want me to fuckin' apologize, you're gonna have to make me," he says teasingly, voice low in an attempt to sound sexy.

Dan looks unfazed, but he's grinning still too. "Oh really, is that so?" His voice is equally as low, giving Arin shivers even though it's only part of the bit.

"Uh, yeah," Arin replies sassily, shaking his head for effect. Dan rolls his eyes but chuckles, and Arin can't help but to smile a little. "I'm not apologizing. Whatcha gonna fuckin' do about it? Punish me?"

Dan giggles and shakes his head. "Oh yeah, baby, you bet your ass I will," he tells Arin anyway in that same tone, eyes still on the TV. "Daddy's gonna fuckin'... I don't know. What's a good punishment?"

"You're asking me? 'Cause if so, I have a lot of fuckin' ways I wanna answer that." He pauses and takes a moment to consider his next words and hopes he sounds like he's joking. "How about I'll just say that you better make it good, babe, or else I'll... I don't really know, complain, probably, but a lot, and annoyingly so. And nobody wants that."

It's Dan's turn to roll his eyes. "You're not supposed to enjoy punishments," he states, but when Arin just gives him a look, he flushes. "Well, not all the time, but you know what I mean, so... Whatever, Arin! Keep looking at me like that and Daddy's gonna... I don't know, dude, I'll fuck your shit up or something."

Arin moans dramatically into the mic, and when he speaks, he tries to sound breathless. "Oh, fuck yes, Daddy's so hot and kinky, though he can't even think of a proper punishment on the spot and sticks to vague, empty threats and it's a little weird but eh, whatever works for him, I guess." He pauses and Dan's just shaking his head, grinning. "Seriously dude, what shit are you even fucking up? Just tell me to get on my knees and wrap my lips around your cock already, will ya?"

Dan's full on laughing now, nearly choking. "Oh my fuckin' god, Arin, you're being such a whore right now."

"Well? Make me suck your dick or just fuckin'... I don't know, man! Pick something, or I'll pick something for you, which wouldn't make it a punishment at all. Something like... uh, I dunno, you and me in bed, where you're pinning me down and destroying my asshole with that cock of yours or whatever you were gonna do. Seriously, Dan, oh my god. It's that simple to think of something good."

"Goddammit, Arin, don't tempt me- oh no!" Dan exclaims as his character immediately dies on screen, but he's laughing harder even as the level restarts. "Ahhh- see what you did? Wow, dude- fuck. This is all your fault, you fuckin' dirty whore. Where do you even come up with that kind of shit? Geez, can't you calm down and stop acting slutty for even a second? Or do I have to make you stop that somehow myself?"

"Oh my fucking god, Dan, just put me over your knee and do something about it!" Arin shouts loudly enough that the whole office probably heard it, getting Dan started up again with the giggle fit. Arin's laughing too, so much so that tears are forming and he's nearly squeaking. "Whoa, man, can't you see that's what I want? Punish me already, Dan, fucking hell. I'm waiting for it. My body is ready."

He's only joking, really, but at the same time, he's absolutely not.

"Well then, if you want it so fuckin' badly," Dan starts, but he's not looking at Arin at all, "Why aren't you on your knees in front of me, sucking my cock yet? It's not gonna suck itself, Ar."

"Mm, you want me to...?" Arin asks as if he's offering, though he doesn't really mean it- not yet anyway. He wiggles his eyebrows and moves like he's going to get onto the floor, but stops before he does, his fingertips brushing against Dan's thigh. "Huh? Is that what you want, Daddy?"

Dan just laughs and rolls his eyes, shoving Arin's shoulder. "Oh my god, shut the fuck up. That sounds weird coming out of your mouth and directed at me, especially when we're talking about you giving me a blowjob." Arin's fingers creep across Dan's leg again until the older moves them. "Arin, no! Get your hand away from my dick."

Arin laughs again, making Dan laugh again too. "No no no, let me do it," he says, but Dan's shaking his head and pushing Arin away even further while trying to catch his breath, and Arin's coughing from laughing too hard and his head hurts from it all. He clears his throat before he speaks again, face red from all that laughter but also from the slight embarrassment he feels. "Ah, shit. I can't breathe, man, what the fuck."

"My stomach hurts now," Dan murmurs, trying to stop the giggles. Somehow, he's still doing pretty well at the game now which is quite surprising. Arin notices that he's already on level three.

"Good, that's what you get for being mean and pushing me away," the younger sasses with a pout, crossing his arms.

"Well that's because Daddy is trying to play this stupid ass game and you're distracting as fuck, so stop making me horny."

Arin laughs, but finds his heart fluttering at that, weirdly- he's glad that he's distracting, because that's what he's trying to be. He wants Dan's attention, and he's getting it like this.

"You know, I love how you keep calling yourself 'daddy' even though some of the lovelies fuckin' hate it," he then utters with a grin. "It's so funny, oh man. I bet they hate it when I respond to it in a good way or call you that too, like I'm just adding gasoline to the dumpster fire and making things worse." Dan nods at that, grinning.

"Oh absolutely, some of them apparently really despise it I think? Sorry guys, but I can't stop doing it now that I've started- it's just too funny, really. I love you all though, so don't hate me."

Dan gets back into the game, so Arin is quiet for just a moment. He then moves from his side of the couch with a sigh, moving the mic around and adjusting it until they're both somewhat close to Dan. He then scoots over a little, laying his head in Dan's lap and putting his feet up where he was sitting before.

"Whatcha doin', Arin?" Dan questions, smiling down at him with a raised, scarred eyebrow before his eyes flicker back up to the screen. Arin's almost afraid that he shouldn't lie down like this with him, but Dan doesn't seem to mind, so neither does Arin, in that case.

"I'm getting comfy, dude," he answers simply, shifting and moving the blanket until he's warm and comfortable, watching the TV. "My head is pounding and I feel a little dizzy from laughing so much and my sides and cheeks hurt and... I just wanna fuckin' lie down. You'll just have to deal with my head resting beside your dick because the pillow is all the way over there, and I'm not moving now."

"Oh, well alrighty then, that's fine," Dan says, slightly giggling again as he speaks. He goes quiet for the briefest of moments before he accidentally walks off of a cliff at the start of level five and immediately dies. "Well, shit. I was doing so fuckin' good up until now, so thanks Arin, I blame you for making me die. Again." He gives a sigh, but he really doesn't mind. "This game and it's stupid ass controls can actually suck my dick."

Arin fake gasps. "Dan, I'm right here, geez. We just talked about this."

"What, you wanna ask to suck my dick again?" Dan laughs, and once again Arin can't stop himself from joining in on the laughter. It feels so nice. "You know I can't turn a beej down if you're offering, but damn," he jokes after, still trying to focus on the game, and Arin can't stop giggling. "You're eager tonight, huh?"

"Hell yeah," Arin utters in between laughs in what he hopes sounds like a joking way, though everything holds some truth to it now. "I'll totally suck your dick. Or you could suck mine instead. I'm fuckin' down with that too, man- but you know it's only if you want to, and I'm thinkin' you definitely want to."

"Or there could be no sucking of the dicks," Dan suggests, trying to stop giggling once again, his stomach still aching from all the laughter. "Seriously dude, what's up with you and cocksucking lately? You got something to tell me?"

Arin freezes for the briefest of moments, but then he quickly relaxes before Dan's noticed the slight shift in his mood. "Mm, only that I love you," he settles on saying, reaching up and twirling one of Dan's curls around his finger.

Dan glances down at him, smiling fondly. "Aw, and I love you, man."

Arin grins, and then, because of course he has to, he asks, "So... who's getting sucked off first, I wonder...?"

Dan loses it, once more back to laughing so hard that he's on the verge of tears. "Oh my god, Arin, shut the fuck up. Please, I'm actually begging you at this point. It hurts to laugh and I don't want to anymore."

"Whatever, Dan! And don't 'oh my god, Arin' me, I'm serious!" Arin huffs dramatically, crossing his arms and pouting like a child once again. "I'm horny and I want your stupid attention, is that too hard to understand?"

Dan is cracking up even more at that, uncontrollably so. It's so bad that he can't even focus on the game and dies again, but he doesn't even care. Arin's laughing now too, even though it makes his head and side hurt even more. Their faces are both equally red and they're both out of breath once again- it's like a never-ending cycle.

"Ah, shit dude," Dan murmurs when he finally calms down, snorting. He's still giggly, but he has to force himself to stay calm, really too tired to keep laughing even though he has the urge to still. His cheeks even ache now.

"Well, if you don't wanna suck on my dick and you don't want my mouth on yours," Arin starts, eyes flickering up to Dan's face to see how he responds when he continues, "Then can I at least get a kiss? You should kiss me."

Arin's hoping he doesn't seem too serious when that flies out of his mouth, but it's already out there and he can't take it back, so he hopes he sounded like he was only teasing. Though thinking about it now, he won't be surprised if Dan seems uncomfortable.

The older man wipes away his tears and finally resumes the game, a big, goofy grin on his face. "Mm, I think I'm alright for right now, man. Thanks for the lovely suggestion, though. Maybe later."

Arin feels a bit relieved at the response despite that he was turned down and sticks his tongue out at Dan before checking his phone. "Fuckin' meanie."

Dan chuckles. "Oh my god, what the fuck are you, five?"

"Yes!" Arin screams so loud that it makes his head throb, and then they're dissolving into laughter once again. It's ridiculous at this point, but Arin doesn't care. He's sleepy, and when he's sleepy, everything is funny.

When they finally calm down with sighs, Dan sets down his controller. "Fuck this game, it's fuckin' trash and I can't concentrate anymore because of you and just- ugh! Next time on Game Grumps."

"You don't have to play more of this," Arin tells him, and Dan sighs out again, but in relief. "You can play something else for the next episode of this session."

"Oh, thank god. Well, on that note, goodbye everyone. Daddy loves you."

"Bye," Arin utters with a choked chuckle and a cough, reaching for the notepad to write down the stop time and letting out a breath. "Whew, time for the next game."

"Hopefully that one isn't as fucking terrible as this garbage," Dan yawns, pushing the mics away so that Arin can get up to put the new game in. Arin just smirks when he walks over to the console, knowing exactly what's going into it next.

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