ilovealistair asked: Justified Boyd/Raylan Protective!Boyd Raylan gets hurt and boyd gets protective
“One of these days you’re going to make me the one locking you up,” Boyd says, unwrapping the last of the bandages from around Raylan’s thigh and leaning over to sniff the wound; no signs of infection or smell of it either, and that meant one less trip to the hospital, thank God.
“I’m already practically bedridden, don’t see what difference bars would make,” Raylan groused, but there wasn’t much feeling behind it - he’d already been hopping around on crutches despite being ordered to rest the leg, and no doubt he’d be fully healed in another fortnight or so just to stubbornly prove the doctor wrong.
Nonetheless, the first touch of antiseptic to the wound made him hiss and lie back against the bed, obedient in a way that had Boyd’s thoughts wandering; he kept them to himself as always, finished cleaning up what was going to be an impressive scar sooner or later, then stuck a new dressing in place and wrapped fresh bandages around it.
“Some of us would sleep easier at night if you didn’t think yourself bulletproof,” Boyd said quietly, tucking the ends of the bandages in neatly and rubbing his hand over them, testing to make sure they were snug but not tight, and tensing when Raylan’s hand moved to cover his.
“I don’t,” Raylan said quietly, tugging lightly on Boyd’s hand, and Boyd let him, didn’t watch but felt the move of their linked fingers up Raylan’s thigh to where he was half-hard; he could cope with this as long as he didn’t look, pretended this was just like kids exploring, not some sort of sin, and he guessed Raylan wasn’t looking either, because there was only relief in his voice when he said, “Thank you.”