Stan wakes up the next morning unable to move his arms and legs, feeling some kind of weight on him and it's very warm. The groggy man moves his head and feels his nose brush against soft hair and opens his eyes to see Ford resting with his face against his chest.
Slowly he detangles himself from his brother's arms and gets up out of bed to use the restroom, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His body ached terribly and he can feel his neck throb so he rubs the tender skin, maybe it's a stay in bed kind of day?
After his finishes his bathroom business, Stan hears Soos giving a tour in the distance and heads back towards his room. He'll make breakfast later on when the business slows, he kind of feels like sleeping more anyway and Ford's face while he was sleeping was too cute to pass up. Stan closes his door and sees Ford has took his pillow and was now holding it to his chest, his face pressing against it. The sight has Stan smiles and wonders back over to the bed, crawling onto the mattress and running his hand over his brother's hip as he leans down and kisses the side of his face.
Ford makes a noise and turning his head towards him, opening an eye and gives him a tired smile.
"Morning," He tells Stan as he closes his eyes again and yawns. "What time is it?"
"Not even nine yet." Stan says and leans back so his brother can sit up, rubbing his eyes and reaches for his glasses.
"I should probably go down to the lab and check on Bill." Ford mutters tiredly and goes to get up but Stan grabs the back of his sweater and pulls him back against his chest. Stan presses his face against the collar of his brother's sweater, ignoring the complaints and wraps his arms around his body. "Stan."
"Come on, sixer. Just stay in bed with me, you won't come back up if ya go down there." Stan lifts his head and kisses behind his ear, wanting to hold him for a little while longer.
"You know I have to." Ford argues but leans his head to the side for him anyway, closing his eyes with a sigh. Stan pulls away but doesn't let go just yet.
"Will ya come back to bed after ya check on the lil' monster?" Stan asks, rubbing the his chest with a thumb, Ford turns and looks at him.
"Stan, I have other projects-"
"For me? Just until you heal, will you take a break and rest with me?" Ford turns and looks at his brother, thinking for a few moment before giving him a slight nod.
"I'll come right back up." Ford caves with a sigh.
"And you'll put all yer little nerdy projects on hold and rest until yer better?" Stan asks, letting him go but letting his hand linger on his arm. Ford turns to look at his brother and gives him a face of annoyance but sees that the other was being very serious with him. "Just for a few days, you can take a break for a few day, it won't kill ya. I'll take care of us both, I'll feed ya and we can both just relax."
"You're starting to sound like mom used to when she got onto me for staying up all night studying." Ford smiles amusedly, turning to face him and touches the side of his cheek, letting his fingers caress over the stubble that covers his brother's jaw.
"Well someone's got to stop ya from overworking yourself." Stan smiles, pats and then shoves his shoulder. "Now hurry back, I'll start breakfast if yer hungry."
Ford huffs and getting up, ruffling his own hair. He stretches and pops his back, tiredly reaching for his boots.
"How's your neck, Ley?" Ford asks, standing back up when he's done and looks at his brother from over his shoulder then around the room, wondering where he had last had his coat.
"It's fine," Stan rubs his throat, it still aches a bit but it was bearable because of the medication he was proscribed. "What are ya looking for?"
"Oh, my coat. I don't remember where I left it." Ford tries to retrace his steps from the night before he feels a cool hand touch the back of his neck, Stan brushes his hair away from his neck and presses a kiss against it.
"I'll help ya look for it after you come back up, maybe you left it down there or something." Stan follows him to the door.
"Maybe but I won't be long. If I'm down there for more than ten minutes, just come and get me."
~*~
"You seem to be looking a lot better today, did you sleep well?" Bill asks, closer to the window of the chamber so he could watch Ford check his vitals and make sure the reinforced locks were in place.
Ford glances at the floating creature and only nods in response, standing back up and making a quick glance around his lab.
"Are you searching for something?" He hears Bill ask, he turns back to him.
"Yes...just my coat, I don't remember wearing it down here but can't seem to find it anywhere." Ford hesitates saying, not really wanting to talk to him longer than he had to.
"The tan looking one that you were wearing last night when you brought me here?" Ford bites the inside of his lip and nods. "You weren't wearing it when you came down here last night to check on me, you just have left it upstairs."
The only place he was last night was the kitchen and the bathroom, he wasn't wearing it in the bathroom because he could remember his brother trying to pull him into the tub with him so he just have...
Oh! He left it on one of the chairs in the kitchen while he was cooking last night, how could he have forgot? Ford smacks himself on the side of the head for the forgetfulness.
"Did you just remember where it was?"
"Yes, in the kitchen. I can't believe I forgot-" Ford cuts himself off and looks back towards Bill, hating how easy it was to talk to him again now that he wasn't plotting against them. He shakes his head with a frown and turns back to check the last remaining things before he heads back upstairs.
"What's wrong?" Bill asks, tapping on the glass. Ford doesn't answer him this time, just finishes what he's doing and dusting off his pants. "Are you angry with me? You don't seem like you like talking to me, did I do something wrong?"
Ford feels the urge to snap at him, to tell him he was a menace that nearly destroyed their whole town and ruin their lives but he bites his tongue. Last thing he needs is to trigger Bill into regaining his memories, so he stays quiet and lets out a deep sigh, shaking his head.
"No, I'm just really busy." Ford lets out a stressed breath and looks at the time, he's been down here for nearly seven minutes. He should probably head back up soon or Stan will come down looking for him.
"Are you leaving again?"
"Yes, my bro-I'm needed upstairs." Ford replies, heading over to the door and turning back to look at his old muse. "I'll be back down here sometime tonight, I want you to behave while I'm gone."
"Okay. I will, Fordsie." The nickname was enough to make his blood run cold, his hand grips the handle tightly and his face must have given away this sudden shock because Bill tilts to the side like a dog would tilt it's head when it's confused. "Did I say something wrong? Do you not like nicknames?"
No, nicknames didn't bother him at all. It's just Ford never told Bill his name after the accident, he remembered it.
"No, it's...fine." He shakes his head, something like remembering his name shouldn't bother him at all. It wasn't anything important. "But...just behave."
Ford turns away from the floating creature to face the door to hide his expression and walks through it quickly, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. The man lets out a straggle breath and leans his head back against the door.
It was just your name, Ford. Relax. He closes his eyes and lets out a more relaxed breath, removing his glass and rubbing his face. Get ahold of yourself, your brother is waiting for you upstairs.
And even if Bill did regain all his memories, he's not going anywhere. There's no way he can get out of the chamber without someone opening it from the outside and he was the only one who knew how to open it. But still, no putting his guard down. Not with Bill, not ever again.
"Stanford?" He hears and looks up to see Stanley standing over by the elevator. "What's taking ya so long, why are ya leaning against the door like that?"
The man steps away from the elevator and crosses his arms, looking a bit worried.
"I'm fine, I guess everything from last night has just finally caught up to me is all." Ford leans off the door and walks towards his brother, placing his glasses back on his face. "Maybe I just need something to eat?"
"Well if you finally get back up here, we can get ready to eat. Breakfast is about done, I made some bacon and eggs." Stan tells him and loops his arm around the other's neck, walking him back into the elevator. "Oh and I found yer coat, it's was setting on the back of a dinning chair. Must have left it there last night."
"Yeah, I remembered just a moment ago." Ford laughs softly to himself, looking back towards his lab. It's probably best to tell Stan if he wants this relationship to work, no more secrets. "But um, there's something else I need to tell you."
"What's that?" Stan asks, pressing the up button and watching the door close on them.
"Bill just called me by that nickname he always calls me."
"Which one? He had a ton for ya." Stan huffs, patting his shoulder.
"Fordsie, I haven't even told him my name yet so I'm afraid he's starting to remember."
"So what if he remembers?" Stan shrugs, pulling his arm away and crosses his arms over his chest. "He's locked up tight, ain't he?"
"Yes but this is Bill we're talking about." Ford points out as the elevator door opens and they head towards the door leading up to the shack. Hopefully most of the tourists were gone by now because Stan wasn't really fond of the idea of his customers seeing him in his boxers. Ford checks the monitors beside the concealed door to make sure the gift shop was at least empty and sure enough, the shop was clear so they walk out and head towards the kitchen.
"Smells good, Stanley." Ford tells his brother, watching Stan head back to the stove to turn the burner back on. The older twin picks up his coat and swings it over his shoulders to put it back on, straightening it out when the man pauses when he looks at Stan.
At his shoulder.
The tattoo barely peek out from under his brother's tank top and Ford feels the urge to touch it but doesn't know how Stan would react.
"Go ahead and plant yerself in a chair, this shouldn't take much longer." Stan says when he sees Ford still standing up and gawking at him for some reason, he turns back to his cooking to crack an egg into the pan. "How do ya want yer eggs?"
"Over-easy." He hears Ford reply but his voice sounds a lot closer now and feels arms wrap around his front and feels his brother's face against his shoulder. Stan turns his head to question the other when he notices Ford is, what he guesses, staring at his tattoo.
"Don't ya start with that self-loathing nonsense, got me?" Stan mutters, turning back to the stove and looks down at his brother's arms, enjoying the feeling of them around him snugly. "What's in the past should stay in the past, you should drop it and move on."
"I know," He hears Ford lick his lips and feels his face against his shoulder, pressing butterfly like kisses barley against the old mark. "I'm still sorry it happen."
"And there's no way of changing it, besides I've already forgiven ya." Stan replies, flipping the egg and feels his brother's fingers gripping the front of his shirt. He rests a free hand on top of one of Ford's, rubbing his knuckles with his thumb and smiles. "Besides it could have been worse, could have looked like yours."
Ford reaches up and pinches one of Stan's nips through his shirt, earning startled gasp from the man cooking and laugh in return but Stan leans back against Ford and gives him a warning glare.
"Ya might not want to start something if yer not ready to follow through, sixer." Stan light-heartedly warns, reaching up to grasp his brother's hand and holds it hostage. The threat sends a feeling of excitement up Ford's spine but before the man has a chance to reply, he hears someone walk through the doorway behind them and freezes up entirely.
"Hey Mr. Pines, good to see you and your bro getting along!" Ford nearly jumps out of his skin, pulling his hands away and hears Stan chuckle and turn back to his cook. Soos takes off Stan's fez, setting it down and sits at the table. "Why don't ya sit down with me, Mr. Ford. You still look very pale."
"I bet he does," Stan laughs and finishes up to meal, seeing Ford gives him an glare of his own before sitting down next to the handyman. "Hey, Soos. I made enough for ya too, if yer hungry."
"I'm starving!" The large man beams, thanking his boss as he made plates for all of them. "Has Wendy shown up for her shift yet? It's still pretty early."
"Nah, I called her earlier and told her since we're closing early today to visit the boy in the hospital that she didn't need to come in." Stan answers, sitting down next to his brother. The twin gives his flushing brother a smile and reassuringly pats his thigh under the table, Ford supposes they don't have to worry about Soos. The man probably wouldn't care if he found out about them, Soos wasn't the kind of man to be harsh and judge someone, at least he's never seen him do it.
Once breakfast was done, Stan waves bye to Soos, who was leaving to start another tour, putting up all the leftovers and gathers the dishes, setting them in the sink.
Stan turns on the water to start washing them when he feels a familiar pair of hands on his hips this time and pair of lips against his ear.
"You know, I've been ready to follow through for a very long time, Stanley." Stan's breath catches his throat and looks at him from over his shoulder, Ford wasn't looking at him but he could tell the man was really flush in his cheeks. Stan puts the plate he's holding back down and turns around in his brother's arms, reaching up to cup the sides of his face.
"You sure?" Stan asks and makes him look him in the eyes, Ford has to be hundred percent sure about this. Ford gives him a little nods but Stan doesn't take that for answer. "I want to hear ya say it, Ford. This isn't something to take lightly, are you sure?"
"Yes Stan, I really want to. With you." Ford reassures him with a smile, Stan returns it with one of his own and presses a quick kiss to Ford's mouth.
"Alright but if we're going to do this, we gotta be quick." Stan tells him, pulling back and turning off the sink.
"Quick?" Like right now?
"Yeah, we've got things we need to do today but I'm pretty sure we can squeeze in a quickie." Stan walks past him, grabbing Ford's rear as he did and gives it a squeeze. Ford jumps at the action and listens to Stan laugh at his reaction, looking back at him from over his shoulder. "You should probably follow me to the room instead of just standing there."
Okay, so they're are going to do this now.
Ford gives a little nod and follows right behind him.