Fic: Reading Aloud
Title: Reading Aloud
Author: cero_ate
Disclaimer: Still don't own Star Trek
Rating: PG
Bingo: Schmoop: Reading Aloud
Warnings: None
Summary: Jim’s sick, Bones reads to him.
A/N: Thanks you pervyficgirl for the beta.
Jim twitched. He couldn’t see, and his head hurt to move. Fucking Anglorian fever. He hated it. He wanted to be up and moving but anytime light hit his eyes it felt like someone was trying to scoop his brain out with a spork, a dull spork that couldn’t be used to saw through cake. Anytime he moved his head it felt like someone was trying to carve the top of his skull clear off and then stab his brain with a sharp knife. He couldn’t win either way. It wasn’t bad enough he couldn’t move, but he also didn’t even feel bad except for when he moved. Unfortunately the twitching jostled his head, producing that lovely feeling again. He must have made a sound because he felt Bones warm hands checking him over yet again. He wanted to lean into Bones’ capable hands, but he knew that would only produce more pain.
“You okay?” Bones asked. Stupid question.
“No,” Jim responded petulantly. He hated being sick. He couldn’t even read to pass the time now, since they hadn’t invented a way for humans to read without light. Why did he have to be allergic to the vaccine for this? And why did he have to catch it? Most folks even those allergic to the vaccine would go their entire lives without catching this.
Trying to curl up under his blanket more comfortably only brought new pain as he accidentally jostled his head. He moaned softly. It hurt, and there wasn’t anything Bones could even do about it. The painkillers weren’t working.
“Darlin’ if you need to move, tell me,” Bones ordered gruffly. Jim made a noise of assent. He didn’t want to bother Bones though. He had better things to do than nurse Jim on his off time. They were on leave. This should not be happening. So unfair. He wasn’t even sick enough to enjoy being sick. Just a headache that wouldn’t go away that wasn’t even a real headache. If it was a real headache he wouldn’t be able to tolerate sound either. Unfortunately anything stuck in or near his ears made his head pound more. Sound was okay, headphones weren’t.
Bones apparently didn’t believe him, since he settled down on the bed with Jim, carefully sliding Jim’s pillow out from beneath his head and carefully slide to where Jim was laying on his lap. “Want me to read to you?”
“Yeah,” Jim stopped himself just in time from nodding. Nodding was bad right now. Bones reading however, was good. It would hopefully make him fall asleep. Sleep would make the stupid fever go away faster. He hated being sick so much. And he now sounded like a petulant toddler in his own head which he also hated so much. He heard Bones rustling around getting settled, comfortable. At least one of them would be comfortable.
He knew that Bones was pulling out his glasses, since Bones hadn’t gotten the treatment for his nearsightedness. And Jim hoped that he never did even if Jim knew that he would as soon as Jim was better. That’s why they’d gotten leave in the first place after all, so Bones could get the treatment. But Jim loved the sight of Bones in his thin gold frames, looking all dignified. He also liked to take them off immediately and fuck Bones senseless. This tickled Bones for some reason. Stupid fever was even depriving Jim of one of his favorite sights. Maybe Bones would keep the glasses, just get them refit with prescription-less lenses? Jim hoped so.
“The Andorian physiology...” Bones started to read. They’d started that back in the Academy. Jim would get sick, and Bones would read to him from medical textbooks. It was supposed to help Jim fall asleep faster. Somehow it never quite worked that way. Bones’ voice was whiskey and honey smooth and Jim loved to listen to it, as he emphasized some point or another. Jim could picture him, holding the padd with one hand and alternately gesturing to an invisible Andorian and stroking his fingers through Jim’s hair with the other. Jim wished he could actually see it, but Bones had put a shield over his eyes so even if Jim forgot himself and opened his eyes nothing could be seen. Jim knew it was needed but he really hated the thing. It made sleeping on his side uncomfortable.
Even if Bones couldn’t put him to sleep with the textbooks it did lull him into a dozing state. He drifted, listening to the sound of Bones’ voice more than what he was saying, the rising of it, the tonality of all that. When Bones really got into it, his accent got so thick...Jim nearly shivered. And then found himself smothered in blankets. He didn’t complain though, he was starting to get chilly anyway. He did object a little to the loss of the hand in his hair, and the voice reading. Bones soothed him down and started reading again. The blankets smelled like Bones. He must have taken them from his own bed, to give Jim some more comfort. Jim yawned and surreptitiously brought the blankets a little closer to his nose. There was just something about Bones’ smell. It made him feel like he was entirely wrapped in Bones, made him feel safe. Now if he could just be wrapped in Bones...but that’s not how they were. He didn’t get to see Bones soft side except when he was sick. They were friends, and they had sex but they didn’t spend time all snuggled up together.
Mostly Jim was okay with that. More or less. Just when he was sick and Bones was taking care of him did he want more.
“Sleep, Jimmy,” Bones ordered, smoothing the frown lines from Jim’s forehead. “You’ll feel better in the morning. Jim sighed and finally submitted to Bones orders, not really able to do anything else anyway. Just as he was mostly asleep, he felt Bones lips brush his forehead. Maybe there was hope for something more. He fell asleep, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Author: cero_ate
Disclaimer: Still don't own Star Trek
Rating: PG
Bingo: Schmoop: Reading Aloud
Warnings: None
Summary: Jim’s sick, Bones reads to him.
A/N: Thanks you pervyficgirl for the beta.
Jim twitched. He couldn’t see, and his head hurt to move. Fucking Anglorian fever. He hated it. He wanted to be up and moving but anytime light hit his eyes it felt like someone was trying to scoop his brain out with a spork, a dull spork that couldn’t be used to saw through cake. Anytime he moved his head it felt like someone was trying to carve the top of his skull clear off and then stab his brain with a sharp knife. He couldn’t win either way. It wasn’t bad enough he couldn’t move, but he also didn’t even feel bad except for when he moved. Unfortunately the twitching jostled his head, producing that lovely feeling again. He must have made a sound because he felt Bones warm hands checking him over yet again. He wanted to lean into Bones’ capable hands, but he knew that would only produce more pain.
“You okay?” Bones asked. Stupid question.
“No,” Jim responded petulantly. He hated being sick. He couldn’t even read to pass the time now, since they hadn’t invented a way for humans to read without light. Why did he have to be allergic to the vaccine for this? And why did he have to catch it? Most folks even those allergic to the vaccine would go their entire lives without catching this.
Trying to curl up under his blanket more comfortably only brought new pain as he accidentally jostled his head. He moaned softly. It hurt, and there wasn’t anything Bones could even do about it. The painkillers weren’t working.
“Darlin’ if you need to move, tell me,” Bones ordered gruffly. Jim made a noise of assent. He didn’t want to bother Bones though. He had better things to do than nurse Jim on his off time. They were on leave. This should not be happening. So unfair. He wasn’t even sick enough to enjoy being sick. Just a headache that wouldn’t go away that wasn’t even a real headache. If it was a real headache he wouldn’t be able to tolerate sound either. Unfortunately anything stuck in or near his ears made his head pound more. Sound was okay, headphones weren’t.
Bones apparently didn’t believe him, since he settled down on the bed with Jim, carefully sliding Jim’s pillow out from beneath his head and carefully slide to where Jim was laying on his lap. “Want me to read to you?”
“Yeah,” Jim stopped himself just in time from nodding. Nodding was bad right now. Bones reading however, was good. It would hopefully make him fall asleep. Sleep would make the stupid fever go away faster. He hated being sick so much. And he now sounded like a petulant toddler in his own head which he also hated so much. He heard Bones rustling around getting settled, comfortable. At least one of them would be comfortable.
He knew that Bones was pulling out his glasses, since Bones hadn’t gotten the treatment for his nearsightedness. And Jim hoped that he never did even if Jim knew that he would as soon as Jim was better. That’s why they’d gotten leave in the first place after all, so Bones could get the treatment. But Jim loved the sight of Bones in his thin gold frames, looking all dignified. He also liked to take them off immediately and fuck Bones senseless. This tickled Bones for some reason. Stupid fever was even depriving Jim of one of his favorite sights. Maybe Bones would keep the glasses, just get them refit with prescription-less lenses? Jim hoped so.
“The Andorian physiology...” Bones started to read. They’d started that back in the Academy. Jim would get sick, and Bones would read to him from medical textbooks. It was supposed to help Jim fall asleep faster. Somehow it never quite worked that way. Bones’ voice was whiskey and honey smooth and Jim loved to listen to it, as he emphasized some point or another. Jim could picture him, holding the padd with one hand and alternately gesturing to an invisible Andorian and stroking his fingers through Jim’s hair with the other. Jim wished he could actually see it, but Bones had put a shield over his eyes so even if Jim forgot himself and opened his eyes nothing could be seen. Jim knew it was needed but he really hated the thing. It made sleeping on his side uncomfortable.
Even if Bones couldn’t put him to sleep with the textbooks it did lull him into a dozing state. He drifted, listening to the sound of Bones’ voice more than what he was saying, the rising of it, the tonality of all that. When Bones really got into it, his accent got so thick...Jim nearly shivered. And then found himself smothered in blankets. He didn’t complain though, he was starting to get chilly anyway. He did object a little to the loss of the hand in his hair, and the voice reading. Bones soothed him down and started reading again. The blankets smelled like Bones. He must have taken them from his own bed, to give Jim some more comfort. Jim yawned and surreptitiously brought the blankets a little closer to his nose. There was just something about Bones’ smell. It made him feel like he was entirely wrapped in Bones, made him feel safe. Now if he could just be wrapped in Bones...but that’s not how they were. He didn’t get to see Bones soft side except when he was sick. They were friends, and they had sex but they didn’t spend time all snuggled up together.
Mostly Jim was okay with that. More or less. Just when he was sick and Bones was taking care of him did he want more.
“Sleep, Jimmy,” Bones ordered, smoothing the frown lines from Jim’s forehead. “You’ll feel better in the morning. Jim sighed and finally submitted to Bones orders, not really able to do anything else anyway. Just as he was mostly asleep, he felt Bones lips brush his forehead. Maybe there was hope for something more. He fell asleep, a small smile tugging at his lips.