Fic: Sleep, Casey, Sleep
Title: Sleep, Casey, Sleep
Fandom: The Faculty FPS
Pairing: Zeke/Casey
Rating: G
Summary: Casey can’t sleep because of his cough.
AN: Written for prisca1960. Happy Birthday, dear! :D
Zeke jerks awake with a snap and taking in his surroundings, he gets the reason why. Casey’s not in bed anymore. And soon he hears vaguely the sound of coughing coming from outside the room in the middle of the silence of the night.
“Case?” Zeke slips quietly into the couch where Casey is snuggling among the cushions, his eyes staring blankly at the muted television; once in awhile strings of coughing fits jar his frail body. “Oh, Case.” Zeke presses his hand against Casey’s temple. “God, you’re burning hot, baby. Go back to bed?”
“Can’t,” Casey croaks, and lets out another fit.
“You keep getting awake by the cough?” Zeke clarifies what Casey means and Casey nods. “Damn,” Zeke mutters, frowning as he’s thinking hard of what to do. “Wait a minute.”
When he returns Casey’s eyes are wide and teary, and Zeke feels his heart clench. “Here, I have something for you. Hope it’ll help.”
What is it, Casey mouths.
“Take this.” Zeke peels open a lozenge. “You’ll be able to sleep, I promise you.”
“Sucking this?” Casey asks, and coughs again.
“Believe me.”
Casey shrugs and slips the cough candy into his mouth. Zeke smiles.
Not five minutes later Casey is deep in his sleep. Zeke sighs in relief. That’s what he himself always does whenever he gets cough and is unable to sleep because of the attack that always comes every time he closes his eyes. Zeke slips his arms under Casey’s back and legs and lifts him up easily from the couch, taking him back to bed.
Tucking Casey in, Zeke smooths stray locks of hair off his boyfriend’s brow, and brushes his lips gently. “Sleep tight, Case. I’ve got you.”
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Fandom: The Faculty FPS
Pairing: Zeke/Casey
Rating: G
Summary: Casey can’t sleep because of his cough.
AN: Written for prisca1960. Happy Birthday, dear! :D
Zeke jerks awake with a snap and taking in his surroundings, he gets the reason why. Casey’s not in bed anymore. And soon he hears vaguely the sound of coughing coming from outside the room in the middle of the silence of the night.
“Case?” Zeke slips quietly into the couch where Casey is snuggling among the cushions, his eyes staring blankly at the muted television; once in awhile strings of coughing fits jar his frail body. “Oh, Case.” Zeke presses his hand against Casey’s temple. “God, you’re burning hot, baby. Go back to bed?”
“Can’t,” Casey croaks, and lets out another fit.
“You keep getting awake by the cough?” Zeke clarifies what Casey means and Casey nods. “Damn,” Zeke mutters, frowning as he’s thinking hard of what to do. “Wait a minute.”
When he returns Casey’s eyes are wide and teary, and Zeke feels his heart clench. “Here, I have something for you. Hope it’ll help.”
What is it, Casey mouths.
“Take this.” Zeke peels open a lozenge. “You’ll be able to sleep, I promise you.”
“Sucking this?” Casey asks, and coughs again.
“Believe me.”
Casey shrugs and slips the cough candy into his mouth. Zeke smiles.
Not five minutes later Casey is deep in his sleep. Zeke sighs in relief. That’s what he himself always does whenever he gets cough and is unable to sleep because of the attack that always comes every time he closes his eyes. Zeke slips his arms under Casey’s back and legs and lifts him up easily from the couch, taking him back to bed.
Tucking Casey in, Zeke smooths stray locks of hair off his boyfriend’s brow, and brushes his lips gently. “Sleep tight, Case. I’ve got you.”
~~~