-MunchingUniverse One-Shot-

SMASH

"AUGH!" A loud shriek echoed throughout the house, pulling Jason from his happy and delightful dream. He gasped, eyes flipping open and body shooting up from the comfortable comforters that the couples bed had.

He quickly flopped over, turning to face his boyfriend of two years, Tyler Christie. His eyes widened to find that his lover was no where to be seen.

He quickly flew his feet over the bed and hopped out, not giving himself any time to accommodate for the cold floor and chilling wind that creeped up his spine. It was the dead middle of winter and the heating in their house was never the best.

He quickly padded down the stairs (which were, thankfully, carpeted) and landed on the soft material with a thud. He raced into the kitchen, and his eyes widened at what he saw.

There sat Tyler, crouching on the floor next to the island. Right next to him lay a glinted object, the very tip of it dripping with a thin layer of red. It was a knife, clattered to the floor next to the sitting body.

It didn't take long for Jason to work out what had happened, since Tyler was right next to the cutting board of the kitchen. He had probably been making breakfast when he accidentally cut himself with the butter knife.

The 'spaceman' immediately speed-walked to his side, kneeling down in front of him. He reached under his chin, making the body jump in confusion and surprise.

"Does it hurt badly?" Jason asked, tilting his head up and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Tears leaked down his eyes and he nodded quickly, casting a look at the knife.

"I didn't mean to cut myself, the knife just slipped and it cut my palm."

As soon as Jason saw the sharp cut, he gasped and leaned over. "Tyler..." He gasped, leaning over the body and picking up the bloody knifes. He quickly set it aside, before taking the other bodies hand in his, examining the deep gash running from the bottom of his thumb to his wrist.

"Oh god..." He whispered, fear evident on his face. He quickly scooped up the body, who was still letting out a few muffled sobs.

He leaned down, pressing soft, quick and continuous kisses to his forehead, his face and finally his lips, all while holding him as closely as possible.

He was still contemplating whether or not he should take the injured boy to the hospital, or if a simple bandage would do the wound enough good.

At the moment, however, he simply hugged the boy close and shielded him with his embrace.

"What were you doing when you cut yourself?" He finally spoke up, still holding the slightly sobbing Tyler. The other body let out a few muffled sniffs and pushed his glasses up before answering the question.

"I was making us some breakfast. Just as a treat." He said slowly, and a smile spread across Jason's face.

The idiot.

"Okay," Jason grunted, shifting his position so that I would be possible to get up. "I'll go get a bandage. I don't think its serious enough for a hospital." He grunted louder when he stood up, all of his muscles crying out at the weight of the boy in his arms.

"O-Okay." Snuffled the boy. "You know, Jason," he said slowly when he saw the look of strenuous pain his partners face. "I can walk, if you want. It's not my feet that's hurt."

"I know," Jason said slowly. "Still wanna carry you though."

Less than ten minutes later, Tyler wound was all wrapped up (rendering him unable to move his hand much) and him and Jason were laying in the bed.

"It's twelve..." Mumbled Tyler slowly. "We should get up..."

At that, Jason just held him a little bit closer, pressing their bodies together. "Naw..." He whispered. "I'll make breakfast later...but I don't feel like getting up right now."

"M'kay." Tyler answered simply before burying his head into the crook of Jason's neck. The spaceman grinned, reaching up and cupping the back of the smallers neck.

"Night..." Whispered Tyler sleepily, and then Jason became aware of soft, hot breaths against his neck and a grin spread across his lips.

He reached down, bringing the bandaged hand to his lips and kissing the gauze softly. He then curled up the fingers and laid them down on the soft material of the bed.

"Goodnight." He whispered, before slowly letting his eyes fall down, falling asleep with his lover in his protective grasp.