A Good Man 7/?
Title: A Good Man
Author: Amber
Note: For the purpose of the story, Reid's pneumonia is not contagious.
Summary: "You need someone to take care of you for a change," Luke said, as he dug his arms into Reid's back. He kneaded the muscles with his hands until they became pliable and loose.
Part 1-6
Part 7
Luke entered Reid's room, carrying a backpack full of clothes and miscellaneous items.
He rubbed his hands together self-consciously, tossing the backpack next to Reid's bed.
Though he'd seen Reid hours earlier, the condition of his boyfriend was still a surprise. Luke felt the tears pooling in his eyes, and blinked them away without thought.
He pulled the stool next to the bed close, and stared down at his unconscious boyfriend. Dark shadows creased his eyes. Sweat matted his hair to his forehead, and he frowned in his sleep.
"Reid," Luke whispered. "Reid, how could you let this happen? You're so in control, so dedicated to your work. But treating Chris in secret, working yourself into exhaustion? I can't -" Luke choked back a sob. "I can't constantly worry about you, okay? I need you to take care of yourself, to put yourself first sometimes. I love you too much to let you kill yourself over such a fucking asshole." Luke's hands fisted in his lap, and he ran his hand tentatively over Reid's leg. Even through the sheets and the blanket, heat radiated off Reid's body.
Reid stirred at the contact, but didn't awaken.
"Luke," he muttered. His voice, small and weak, pierced Luke's heart.
Luke had been running on pure adrenaline for hours. He stifled a yawn. The nurses had assured him that Reid's pneumonia wasn't contagious, and Luke yearned to crawl into bed next to him, to pull him close, and feel his flesh against his hands.
Luke kicked off his shoes, and eased into the bed. He carefully shifted Reid's body until he had enough space to lie down.
Reid coughed loudly, and grunted in his sleep.
"When I was little and had the flu," Luke said gently. "My mom used to rub my back, and put some gross-smelling balm on my chest. We don't have the chest balm, but maybe a back rub will work, okay?"
There was no audible answer from the doctor.
Luke chuckled lightly, and said, "I'll take that a yes, Dr. Oliver."
He rubbed his hands together to warm them, and placed his hands on Reid's shoulders. He felt the firm muscles of Reid's back, knotted with tension.
"You need someone to take care of you for a change," Luke said, as he dug his arms into Reid's back. He kneaded the muscles with his hands until they became pliable and loose.
"Feels good," Reid said. "So good, Luke."
Reid talks in his sleep, Luke thought affectionately. Good to know.
Luke made fists, and began to lightly beat Reid's back. Reid grunted, and arched his back in what Luke interpreted as pleasure.
"You are so beautiful," Luke said tenderly.
Though Luke had only given the massage, he felt boneless and relaxed. He yawned again, loudly. He wiggled underneath the covers, and trailed against up and down the planes of Reid's back slowly, appreciating the touch of his boyfriend.
He curled against Reid's back, and rested his hands against Reid's stomach.
He placed a careful kiss on Reid's neck. The touch of his warm body began to lull Luke to sleep.
"You need someone to take care of you for a change," Luke repeated.
"I'll be that person. I'll be here when you wake up. I'll be here when you go to sleep. I'm not leaving you alone again, you hear me?"
Luke nodded to himself, and went to sleep, holding Reid closely to his chest.
Author: Amber
Note: For the purpose of the story, Reid's pneumonia is not contagious.
Summary: "You need someone to take care of you for a change," Luke said, as he dug his arms into Reid's back. He kneaded the muscles with his hands until they became pliable and loose.
Part 1-6
Part 7
Luke entered Reid's room, carrying a backpack full of clothes and miscellaneous items.
He rubbed his hands together self-consciously, tossing the backpack next to Reid's bed.
Though he'd seen Reid hours earlier, the condition of his boyfriend was still a surprise. Luke felt the tears pooling in his eyes, and blinked them away without thought.
He pulled the stool next to the bed close, and stared down at his unconscious boyfriend. Dark shadows creased his eyes. Sweat matted his hair to his forehead, and he frowned in his sleep.
"Reid," Luke whispered. "Reid, how could you let this happen? You're so in control, so dedicated to your work. But treating Chris in secret, working yourself into exhaustion? I can't -" Luke choked back a sob. "I can't constantly worry about you, okay? I need you to take care of yourself, to put yourself first sometimes. I love you too much to let you kill yourself over such a fucking asshole." Luke's hands fisted in his lap, and he ran his hand tentatively over Reid's leg. Even through the sheets and the blanket, heat radiated off Reid's body.
Reid stirred at the contact, but didn't awaken.
"Luke," he muttered. His voice, small and weak, pierced Luke's heart.
Luke had been running on pure adrenaline for hours. He stifled a yawn. The nurses had assured him that Reid's pneumonia wasn't contagious, and Luke yearned to crawl into bed next to him, to pull him close, and feel his flesh against his hands.
Luke kicked off his shoes, and eased into the bed. He carefully shifted Reid's body until he had enough space to lie down.
Reid coughed loudly, and grunted in his sleep.
"When I was little and had the flu," Luke said gently. "My mom used to rub my back, and put some gross-smelling balm on my chest. We don't have the chest balm, but maybe a back rub will work, okay?"
There was no audible answer from the doctor.
Luke chuckled lightly, and said, "I'll take that a yes, Dr. Oliver."
He rubbed his hands together to warm them, and placed his hands on Reid's shoulders. He felt the firm muscles of Reid's back, knotted with tension.
"You need someone to take care of you for a change," Luke said, as he dug his arms into Reid's back. He kneaded the muscles with his hands until they became pliable and loose.
"Feels good," Reid said. "So good, Luke."
Reid talks in his sleep, Luke thought affectionately. Good to know.
Luke made fists, and began to lightly beat Reid's back. Reid grunted, and arched his back in what Luke interpreted as pleasure.
"You are so beautiful," Luke said tenderly.
Though Luke had only given the massage, he felt boneless and relaxed. He yawned again, loudly. He wiggled underneath the covers, and trailed against up and down the planes of Reid's back slowly, appreciating the touch of his boyfriend.
He curled against Reid's back, and rested his hands against Reid's stomach.
He placed a careful kiss on Reid's neck. The touch of his warm body began to lull Luke to sleep.
"You need someone to take care of you for a change," Luke repeated.
"I'll be that person. I'll be here when you wake up. I'll be here when you go to sleep. I'm not leaving you alone again, you hear me?"
Luke nodded to himself, and went to sleep, holding Reid closely to his chest.