Some Chaz/Kase, I Saw A Good Prompt

Some Chaz/Kase, I saw a good prompt

I forgot who requested this to tumblr, so hopefully they find it. Seeing as they were the inspiration lol.

Prompt: intoxicated Chase due to surgery and/or medical issue (electric jolt, etc). I’m going with surgery.

Relationships: (Siblings- Chase and Bre) (Romantic Kaz and Chase) (Platonic Bre and Kaz)

Warnings: Mention of drugs (hospital use).

This is sorta a part 1, if it gets any sort of traction I’ll write a part two.

A mission gone bad had landed Chase in the medical room of the penthouse. Mr. Davenport and Douglas were fixing Chases chip in the basement while Chase sat high on pain pills. Bre was in the chair next to him, the rest of the team spread out in the house.

“Hey. How is he?” Kaz asked, poking his head in the doorway.

“Heeeyyyy! It’s Kaz! Bre look, it’s Kaz!” Chase slurred.

“He’s a little out of it, but not too bad.” Bre explained.

“I’m not out of it! I’m within perfect mental capacity!” Chase argued, pointing his finger accusingly at Bre. She laughed at him.

“Sure Chase. Could you sit with him for a bit Kaz? I could use a babysitting break.” She asked quietly.

“Yeah, I got him, you can go.” Kaz replied. Bre smiled politely and left, and Kaz walked over to sit next to Chase. “How y’a feeling?”

Chase didn’t reply at first, just tilted his head to stare at Kaz. Suddenly he laughed.

“I like your face.” He pressed his hand down the middle of Kaz’s face, much to his surprise. Kaz gently grabbed his hand away and chuckled.

“Wow, those must be some powerful pills.”

“Your face is soft, and squishy. It’s nice.” Chase giggled and tried to touch Kaz’s face again with his other hand.

“Well this is new.” Kaz mumbled, grabbing the other hand. He now had both of Chase’s wrists in his hands, and Chase had gotten much closer.

“I like youuuuu!” Chase crooned playfully, swinging his head around as he spoke.

“I like youuuu too, your one of my best friends.” Kaz responded, squeezing his wrists and letting them go.

“Nooooo I LIKE you!” Chase accentuated the word. “Like, I wanna like, hold your hand. And kiss your face. You have a nice face.” He giggled heavily at the last part. Kaz just looked at him a little stunned.

“I think you need to sleep those pills off. They’re making you a little crazy.” Kaz went to stand up, but Chase grabbed his arm.

“No! Want you to stay. Like when you stay.” He slurred, clearly sleepy.

“Uh, yeah, alright. I’m just gonna get my laptop, so I can watch a movie while you sleep.” At that, Chase nodded and let Kaz go. Kaz went to grab his laptop, and by the time he got back, Chase was out. He sighed and sunk down into the chair next to the bed, giving Chase a look of concern and confusion.

Kaz was secretly hoping Chase would forget what he said. He couldn’t possibly have meant that. Could he?

If anybody finds this and wants to read more, it’s up on AO3, here:

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Literally. There are so many more complicated things out there in the world. How does my phone allow me to type all this and send it out for example? I have no clue. But changing a couple words is suuuuuch a big deal.

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