Ficlet: Chicken Soup (for lunardreamed)
Title: Chicken Soup
Series: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder
Author(s): eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: PG to Adults...ish.
Wordcount: 904
Summary/Notes: Jensen is really sick. Written for lunardreamed as part of the 'ficlet a day' extras.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
CHICKEN SOUP
Jared bites his thumb, worrying at the skin around his nail with his teeth, and watches the pan on the stove. He feels impatient. He doesn't like that Jensen is alone while he's in here trying to make some perfect chicken broth. It has to be just right, too, because it's about the only thing Jensen will eat and Jared wants it to be perfect. If it's perfect, it might make him feel better much quicker.
Jensen has been sick for a few days, but when they woke up this morning Jared could tell he'd gotten a lot worse. He'd actually kicked off all his clothes and all of the covers and his skin was red and hot. Jared doesn't want to take him to a doctor, partly because he doesn't have any medical insurance and partly because it's too much of a pain in the ass without Jeffrey and his car around. Jeffrey's gone away for a couple of days with work. He left a number for if Jared has any problems, but he thinks that if he can't cope with his boyfriend being sick by himself then he's pretty useless. And that's one thing that he knows he isn't.
Finally it's ready and he turns the stove off, pouring the soup into a large bowl and grabbing a spoon.
Jensen is, of course, right where he left him. He'd got him down to the couch because he didn't want him dealing with that ladder while he felt so bad and Jensen is curled up on one end with a blanket over him, shivering and sweating. Jared sets the bowl onto the floor and slides onto the couch next to him. He sits sideways, gently pulling Jensen up into his lap so that he's upright, and reaches for the soup.
"No.." Jensen croaks, turning away.
"You have to. Even if it's just a little bit. I'm not gonna watch you starve and get even worse, so come on. Open up."
Too weak to fight, Jensen collapses back against Jared's chest and opens his mouth a little way. Jared blows on the soup for him, then reaches around and angles it gently into his mouth.
"Is it okay?" He asks, anxious. Jensen manages half a nod, so Jared gives him some more. He manages about a dozen more spoonfuls, then he's groaning and turning away, his mouth clamped shut. "All right. Okay, we're done.." Jared sets the bowl back down on the floor and then leans back, letting Jensen lay down on top of him, chest pressed to his back. He strokes his hand across Jensen's forehead, wrinkling his nose at the sweat.
"Mm.." Jensen mumbles, and Jared can see that his eyes are half-closed, that he's drifting into sleep. It's for the best, he knows. The more rest he gets, the better he'll be. But he can't stop touching him, even after he starts snoring - his breathing laboured and wheezy. He lets his fingers drift over the slicks on Jensen's chest.
It's hours before Jensen wakes up. Jared doesn't move, even though he's hungry himself, because he doesn't want to disturb him. When he wakes up he seems a little bit more with it, although he's still hot and sweaty all over and he still sounds raspy and completely blocked up.
"You think a shower would make you feel better?" Jared asks, and Jensen tries to sit up, squeezing Jared's leg in agreement.
He gets him into the house and up to the bathroom. Sets the shower going, lukewarm, which will cool Jensen down without making him worse. He's doing everything that Jeffrey used to do for him when he was sick. He only hopes it works as well on Jensen.
The younger man stands, unsteady but upright, compliant as Jared helps him get out of his shorts. He leans against the wall while Jared takes off his own clothes and then allows himself to be manhandled into the shower cubicle. It's like instant relief, and Jared can see it's making him feel a bit better already. Just being clean and washing off one layer of sweat will make him feel better though. It won't make the fever go away, but it's nice for a while. He washes Jensen down, then himself, and Jensen makes an odd noise that he realises is him trying to laugh.
"What's so funny?" He grins at Jensen, puzzled.
Jensen just shakes his head and looks at the floor, which makes Jared chuckle too for no reason he can figure out. This is an unusual situation, he supposes. Showering together and, for the first time, with Jared not trying to take advantage of the situation. Hey, he has willpower. He's not a complete pervert.
"C'mon," he says, after half an hour getting clean. "I'm starting to wrinkle. Let's find you some fresh shorts and a clean blanket, huh?"
Jensen nods, leaning against Jared when he turns off the water. The simple movement makes Jared stop for a moment, take stock. He is quiet as he puts an arm around Jensen's shoulder and helps him out, and he can't stop himself from turning his face and kissing the top of Jensen's head.
"You need to get better, Jen," he whispers. Jensen presses up harder to him in response and he sighs. He's hopelessly in love. He knows it in that instant, and it doesn't scare him any more.
--'S it!--
Series: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder
Author(s): eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: PG to Adults...ish.
Wordcount: 904
Summary/Notes: Jensen is really sick. Written for lunardreamed as part of the 'ficlet a day' extras.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
CHICKEN SOUP
Jared bites his thumb, worrying at the skin around his nail with his teeth, and watches the pan on the stove. He feels impatient. He doesn't like that Jensen is alone while he's in here trying to make some perfect chicken broth. It has to be just right, too, because it's about the only thing Jensen will eat and Jared wants it to be perfect. If it's perfect, it might make him feel better much quicker.
Jensen has been sick for a few days, but when they woke up this morning Jared could tell he'd gotten a lot worse. He'd actually kicked off all his clothes and all of the covers and his skin was red and hot. Jared doesn't want to take him to a doctor, partly because he doesn't have any medical insurance and partly because it's too much of a pain in the ass without Jeffrey and his car around. Jeffrey's gone away for a couple of days with work. He left a number for if Jared has any problems, but he thinks that if he can't cope with his boyfriend being sick by himself then he's pretty useless. And that's one thing that he knows he isn't.
Finally it's ready and he turns the stove off, pouring the soup into a large bowl and grabbing a spoon.
Jensen is, of course, right where he left him. He'd got him down to the couch because he didn't want him dealing with that ladder while he felt so bad and Jensen is curled up on one end with a blanket over him, shivering and sweating. Jared sets the bowl onto the floor and slides onto the couch next to him. He sits sideways, gently pulling Jensen up into his lap so that he's upright, and reaches for the soup.
"No.." Jensen croaks, turning away.
"You have to. Even if it's just a little bit. I'm not gonna watch you starve and get even worse, so come on. Open up."
Too weak to fight, Jensen collapses back against Jared's chest and opens his mouth a little way. Jared blows on the soup for him, then reaches around and angles it gently into his mouth.
"Is it okay?" He asks, anxious. Jensen manages half a nod, so Jared gives him some more. He manages about a dozen more spoonfuls, then he's groaning and turning away, his mouth clamped shut. "All right. Okay, we're done.." Jared sets the bowl back down on the floor and then leans back, letting Jensen lay down on top of him, chest pressed to his back. He strokes his hand across Jensen's forehead, wrinkling his nose at the sweat.
"Mm.." Jensen mumbles, and Jared can see that his eyes are half-closed, that he's drifting into sleep. It's for the best, he knows. The more rest he gets, the better he'll be. But he can't stop touching him, even after he starts snoring - his breathing laboured and wheezy. He lets his fingers drift over the slicks on Jensen's chest.
It's hours before Jensen wakes up. Jared doesn't move, even though he's hungry himself, because he doesn't want to disturb him. When he wakes up he seems a little bit more with it, although he's still hot and sweaty all over and he still sounds raspy and completely blocked up.
"You think a shower would make you feel better?" Jared asks, and Jensen tries to sit up, squeezing Jared's leg in agreement.
He gets him into the house and up to the bathroom. Sets the shower going, lukewarm, which will cool Jensen down without making him worse. He's doing everything that Jeffrey used to do for him when he was sick. He only hopes it works as well on Jensen.
The younger man stands, unsteady but upright, compliant as Jared helps him get out of his shorts. He leans against the wall while Jared takes off his own clothes and then allows himself to be manhandled into the shower cubicle. It's like instant relief, and Jared can see it's making him feel a bit better already. Just being clean and washing off one layer of sweat will make him feel better though. It won't make the fever go away, but it's nice for a while. He washes Jensen down, then himself, and Jensen makes an odd noise that he realises is him trying to laugh.
"What's so funny?" He grins at Jensen, puzzled.
Jensen just shakes his head and looks at the floor, which makes Jared chuckle too for no reason he can figure out. This is an unusual situation, he supposes. Showering together and, for the first time, with Jared not trying to take advantage of the situation. Hey, he has willpower. He's not a complete pervert.
"C'mon," he says, after half an hour getting clean. "I'm starting to wrinkle. Let's find you some fresh shorts and a clean blanket, huh?"
Jensen nods, leaning against Jared when he turns off the water. The simple movement makes Jared stop for a moment, take stock. He is quiet as he puts an arm around Jensen's shoulder and helps him out, and he can't stop himself from turning his face and kissing the top of Jensen's head.
"You need to get better, Jen," he whispers. Jensen presses up harder to him in response and he sighs. He's hopelessly in love. He knows it in that instant, and it doesn't scare him any more.
--'S it!--