Fic: Food of the Gods (3/3)
Title: Food of the Gods (3/3)
Fandom: Brothers & Sisters
Rating: Teen
Characters: Kevin/Jason, The Walkers, Robert McCallister
Word Count: ~5000
Disclaimer: I don't own Brothers & Sisters. Nor do I own Who Framed Roger Rabbit or Angela’s Ashes.
Authors Notes: Thanks to cindergirlgrimm for the beta. For lving_darkness and her crystal ball of fan fiction predictions
Summary: Jason is still suffering from the flu...and the Walkers always take care of their own.
Food of the Gods - Chapter 3
Kevin looked at his alarm clock and turned it off before it had even started to beep.
6.30- he didn’t need to be at work for a few hours yet.
He turned back towards the finally sleeping figure beside him; Jason had tossed and turned all night, finally drifting off to sleep somewhere between three and four in the morning.
He slowly and quietly got out of bed so as not to disturb him.
Jason’s sleep had been fractured since falling ill; he seemed unable to get comfortable and when he did finally fall asleep it was never for more than a few hours. He had even offered to go sleep on the couch when he realized that he was also keeping Kevin awake- a suggestion that was promptly shot down.
Once up, Kevin crossed the room, entered the bathroom and turned the shower on. He was glad to be getting out of the apartment but was not looking forward to the mountain of paperwork he knew would be waiting for him back at his office; he also wasn’t to keen on leaving Jason alone, especially as he didn’t seem to be getting any better.
Then again, perhaps spending the day on his own, asleep, might make him feel a bit better.
Jason had a slight frown on his face, Kevin noticed, when he went to retrieve his suit out of his cupboard. Perhaps he had subconsciously noticed Kevin had got up.
Or perhaps he was dreaming about that huge killer bunny again.
Kevin got changed in the front room and made himself a cup of coffee, he was still early for work so instead of making toast he to go to the café near the office and grab a bacon sandwich- though anything that wasn’t vegetable soup would do just fine.
“Hey.”
Kevin spun around; he hadn’t heard Jason get up.
“Hey,” he walked over to Jason, kissed him good morning and wrapped his arms around him. Jason always looked adorable first thing on a morning, his hair was fluffy and sticking up, and it usually took him a good twenty minutes and a cup of coffee before he was anywhere near functional.
However, this illness was having a diminishing effect on his appearance: he had large black bags under his eyes, and his skin was a dull, sallow color. Normally he would stand up straight and proud, now he was slouched, defeated, the constant ache too tiring to fight.
“How are you feeling?”
“Groggy.”
Jason sighed and rested his head against Kevin’s, Kevin ran his hands up and down his back, trying to gently rub away some of the pain.
“You should go back to sleep. You know where the pain killers are, don’t you?” He felt Jason nod in response.
“Let’s get you back to bed before I go.”
He let Kevin lead him back to bed and wrap him up in the quilt.
“I’ll try not to be too late; do you want me to bring you anything back?”
Jason shook his head, “Ok, I’ll see you later.”
He gave a Jason a kiss on the cheek and left.
*
Kevin rang him from his office every hour and a half or so; checking he was okay, that he was drinking plenty of fluids and had taken the painkillers on time.
The fourth phone call came with an addition.
“Hey, Jason, How’re you feeling?”
“Pretty much the same as last time you called.”
“Have you taken any more pain killers?
“Yes.”
“Are drinking plenty of fluids?”
“Yes.”
“Are you-“
“Yes Kevin,” Kevin could almost see him rolling his eyes.
“You didn’t let me finish.”
“You were going to ask, “Are you trying to get some more sleep?” The answer to which is yes.”
“Am I annoying you?”
Jason’s voice softened, “No. You have no idea how much I appreciate you checking up on me.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Were you just checking up on me, or was there something else?”
“Actually there was something else,” Jason heard him sigh down the phone.
“I’m sorry but I’m going to have to work late. One of the partners has gotten sick and so we’ve got to pick up some of her work. I have to go into a meeting at six and I can’t see it ending any earlier than eight.”
“That’s okay, I understand. Robert said he would come by later; he’s going to drop some more clothes and stuff off for me.”
“Great.”
He heard Kevin cheer up noticeably at the idea that at least he wouldn’t be spending all day on his own.
“I’m going to have to go. I’ll see you when I get home tonight.”
“Ok, see you later.”
At three-thirty there was a knock at the apartment door. He glanced at the clock-Robert had said he wouldn’t get there until after five, which meant he’d be there some time around six.
He got up from the sofa, almost knocking over the pile of discarded books and magazines he hadn’t been able to concentrate on. He turned the TV off as he passed, being that he hadn’t really been paying attention anyway.
He opened the door and for the second time in a week Jason came face-to-face with his boyfriend’s mother and younger sister.
“Nora, Rebecca. What are you doing here?”
“Robert happened to mention you like carrot and coriander soup so I brought some ingredients.”
“Really?” Jason glanced at Rebecca, her smirk-like grin confirming his suspicions: Robert hadn’t divulged that information freely.
He moved aside as Nora and Rebecca entered the apartment, “Nora, you really don’t have to do this.”
“But I want to. You go relax and watch some TV with Rebecca; you look as if you haven’t slept in a week.”
Perhaps Kevin hadn’t been joking when he told him he looked like a panda on a diet.
“Thanks Nora,” Jason returned to the front room and huddled up under his cover.
Two hours and a bowl of soup later he was still there.
Nora had gone shopping, appalled at the lack of food in the kitchen - “Ice-cream is not proper food, Jason”- and was busy restocking the cupboards. He now heard the sounds of chopping- surely she wasn’t making MORE soup!
Rebecca was on the chair opposite the TV curled up like a cat, watching some soap and repeatedly glancing across at Jason as if she was afraid he might try to jump out of the window or something.
“Are you sure you don’t want to watch something else?”
How many times had he sat through this conversation now? Four? Five? “Rebecca, I promise I don’t mind what you watch, there’s nothing on that I want to watch so just watch your show.”
Rebecca’s “Are you sure?” was interrupted by somebody knocking at the door. She jumped up to answer it before Jason had a chance to move.
He suspected that Nora had instructed her to make sure he rested. Every time he had attempted to get up for a drink or to go pick up another unreadable book she insisted that she get it for him.
He noticed Rebecca’s posture stiffen as soon as she opened the door.
“Hi Kitty, Robert,” her voice was hesitant and quiet and sweeter than sugar.
He heard Kitty respond, immediately on the defensive, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here with your mom. She’s doing her thing and wanted me to come and keep Jason company. Is that okay?” she sounded hesitant and defensive at the same time.
“Fine. Robert and I just came to see Jason because we want to know how he’s doing.”
Jason closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He really did not want to have to listen to one of the Walker family arguments; he had yet to witness a major one first hand but Kevin and Robert had told him enough about them.
He was thrilled when Robert immediately came to his rescue.
“Why don’t you two go talk to Nora in the kitchen so I can talk to Jason for a minute?” he said gesturing towards the kitchen with a duffle that had been slung over his shoulder.
They had barely spoken since Jason had told him that he was going out with Kevin, he and his brother. Jason was fairly certain the last full conversation they’d had was along the lines of, “Jason you do know he’s a moron?” and “You just don’t like the fact that he’s the only non-McCallister who will tell you when you’re being a prick.”
Jason shuffled himself into a sitting position to better inspect the bag Robert had brought with him.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’ve had better days. When did you tell Nora I like carrot and coriander soup?”
“This morning; she asked when Kitty went to pick some stuff up from the house. Is that what she’s doing here?”
“Yeah. Doesn’t waste much time does she?”
Robert laughed.
“So what did you bring?”
He handed Jason the bag, “Some t-shirts, pants, that stupid t-shirt you wear for bed - “
“We’ve been through this: Monty Python isn’t stupid. Life of Brian is - “
“A classic, yes I know. I also brought you some books, DVD’s and,” Jason watched as Robert reached into the bottom of the bag, “I also found this in your cupboard.”
He finished speaking and waved an old tatty blue rabbit around with a triumphant grin on his face. Jason looked over to the kitchen and then dropped his voice to a barely audible whisper.
“I can’t believe you brought that,” he hissed, checking again that nobody could see Robert waving the rabbit in front of his face.
“I can’t believe you still have Lollypop.”
“Popsicle,” Jason growled while snatching the rabbit out of Robert's hands.
Clutching it to his chest he looked just like a kid again and it took all of Robert’s self-restraint to not laugh. His self-restraint didn’t extend to his grin, however, which was quickly spreading across his face.
“You better not tell anybody about this.”
“Afraid it might effect your reputation? Well-respected Methodist minister still has Teddy Bear.”
“I mean it, I’ll…”
“What? You’ll set your teddy bear onto me?”
Jason glared, “No.”
Then he gave his brother a wide grin- Robert recognized the look of triumph on his brother’s face.
“No I won’t set my rabbit onto you. But I will tell Kevin that you take a pair of Kitty’s pajamas with you when you’re away from home. I’m sure the Walkers would love to hear that, you know how quickly news travels between them.”
Robert blanched, “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
Robert knew when he was beaten and raised his hands in surrender.
“I’ll put this stuff on the bed. Where do you want Popsicle? Shall I put him back in the bag or do you want him out here?”
Jason glanced first at Robert then back at the rabbit. Finally he sighed and handed him to Robert.
“Put him in the bag.”
“You going to tell Kevin about him?”
“He already knows- he found him the last time he stopped at my apartment, looking for a spare shirt.”
Jason took great delight in the embarrassed look that flittered across Robert’s face. They never had been, and never would be, as open as the Walkers were. As far as the McCallister brothers were concerned there were some things they would rather not know about.
He could hear raised voices coming from the kitchen: it sounded like Kitty and Rebecca were arguing again. He sighed and turned the TV back on, glancing over his shoulder as Robert went into the kitchen to try and restore some order.
Whatever he said must have worked because Kitty and Rebecca managed not to snap at each other for the rest of the night; Jason thought he did see a couple of dark glances exchanged between the pair but at least they were holding their tongues.
They all looked up at another knock on the door, Robert pushed himself up off the arm of the chair he was sitting on and answered it.
“Hi,” was all he said as he moved aside and let Sarah in.
“Such a warm welcome,” Sarah raised an eyebrow at Kitty.
“Bad day at work,” Kitty replied. “What you doing here?”
“I’ve finished reading Angela’s Ashes and I remember Jason had said he’d like to read it.” She delved into her bag and brought out a copy of the book handing it over to Jason, “Kevin’s said he has to work late, so I thought I’d drop it off and see if you wanted anything?”
“Thanks Sarah.”
“No problem. Do I smell lasagna?” She asked sticking her nose in the air like a bloodhound.
“Mom’s here.”
“Ah. That means you obviously don’t need anything food wise.”
There was another knock at the door and as Sarah was still on her feet so she turned round to open it.
“Hey, Tommy.”
Jason looked up in disbelief, another Walker?
“Hey, how you doing Jason?”
“Err…I’ve felt better.”
He tried not to look at Robert whom he was fairly certain had just muttered, “It’s like Walker central in here.”
“That good, eh? Kev said you were still ill so I brought round that film for you.”
Jason’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief as Tommy handed him a copy of Who Framed Roger Rabbit?
“You’ve never seen Roger Rabbit?” Sarah asked incredulously.
“Um, no?”
“You’ve never seen Who Framed Roger Rabbit?” Kitty asked.
“They didn’t live with Justin.”
“That’s not the point, Tommy. I thought everybody had seen Roger Rabbit.”
Sarah turned to Robert, “What about you?”
“Nope,” Robert shook his head, “Never seen it.”
“Right, give me that DVD.”
“Sarah, what are you doing?” Kitty asked as her sister took the DVD from Jason and strode towards the DVD player.
“Putting it on; I can’t believe you two have never seen this film,” she shook her head at the McCallister brothers in mock disgust.
Jason looked at Robert who merely shrugged.
Sarah put the DVD in and they all settled around the TV either squishing two into a chair or curling up on the floor.
Jason got the couch to himself and was told to lie down and make himself comfortable when he offered to share. Nora declined their offer to sit through the film for the hundredth time, deciding that her time was probably better spent making more soup, pasta, stews, and pies to put in Kevin’s freezer.
“Hey Jase, I have tickets for the game next week, you want to go?” Robert queried.
“Game?” Tommy asked.
“Yeah, soccer.”
Tommy stared at Jason, “You like soccer?” he asked in disbelief.
Jason shrugged his shoulders in an ‘it’s not a big deal’ kind of way. “One of my exes was a soccer player. After a few weeks I realized I liked the soccer a lot more than I liked him.”
“Does Kevin know you like soccer?”
“I’ve told him but I don’t think he believes me.”
“Yeah good luck with that.” He snorted, “I got a DVD last Christmas with some great games on it- all British sides but you might like it; I’ll give it to Kevin tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Tommy.”
“No problem- God it’s been years since I watched this.”
“You can come over and watch it with Cooper then, he loves it.”
“If we’re watching Roger Rabbit then I need Ice-Cream, anyone else want some?” Tommy inquired. He left to brave his mother and soon returned with 5 spoons and the carton Jason and Kevin had made serious inroads into the other day.
“You sure you don’t want some?” Tommy inquired.
“I’m sure,” Jason replied.
“You must be ill if you’re turning down ice-cream,” Robert quipped.
Jason laughed but stopped as Nora approached him with a bowl of soup.
“Nora, I’m fine really.” She gave him one of her ‘just do as you’re told’ looks that he had seen directed at Kevin and various other family members on a number of occasions.
“Thanks Nora.”
His back was starting to hurt again so he reached across and picked the pills up off the table before he started to eat. “You ok?” Robert asked, his voice full of concern, he failed to notice that the concern in Robert’s voice was also in every Walker’s eyes.
“Back’s aching, it’ll be fine in an hour or so.”
“You need a back-rub?” Kitty grinned at him.
Sarah rolled her eyes and jabbed her in the side, “You’ve got your own McCallister to play with. Besides, I’m sure Kevin will fill all his needs when he gets home.”
Jason heard Robert choke on his ice cream and he could feel a blush creeping over his cheeks. Do not look at Robert. Do NOT look at Robert.
“Jason, are you alright? You’ve gone a bit pink.”
“This soup’s a bit hot.”
“Oh, okay,” she didn’t believe him for a second.
“Leave him alone, Sarah, he’s not well- just watch the film. It was your idea to put it on.”
“I’m watching it.”
“No you’re not.”
“I am.”
You’re not.”
“I-“
“We’re trying to watch it, even if neither of you two are.”
“Shut up, Tommy.”
Jason sat and listened to the Walkers good-natured bickering with delight. It never failed to amuse him, especially as he knew they would instantly join forces if somebody else tried to attack them.
“Here I’ll take your bowl for you if you’re finished, Jason.”
“Mom he’s got the flu, he’s not incapable of putting a bowl in the dishwasher.”
“I know that, Kitty, but seeing as how I’m not allowed to mother my own children I’m going to mother the next best thing. At least until they learn to tell me to leave,” she grabbed Jason’s bowl and left with a flourish and a smile on her face.
Jason grinned and settled down further under his quilt, enjoying the sounds of people talking. He couldn’t believe that less than a week ago he felt out of place with these people; now they were here bringing him films and books that he had briefly mentioned sounded interesting.
He lay on his side and rested his head on his arm. Nora’s soup really was delicious and it was making him feel warm and fuzzy, it was so tempting to close his eyes, just for a few minutes…
Robert turned to face Jason, intending to ask him a question and closed his mouth before he had even started to talk. He nudged Kitty’s knee with his elbow from his resting place on the floor, “What?” “Shh,” he pointed at Jason. Kitty grinned at the sight in front of her: Jason had fallen asleep, one hand resting under his head, the other cuddling into his cover.
Kitty motioned for Sarah to stop the film, she grinned and nudged Rebecca with her elbow and simultaneously kicked Tommy in the back. This was impressive as she was managing to hog the ice cream at the same time. They all trooped into the kitchen, grinning at each other, leaving Jason to sleep.
***
By the time Kevin arrived home he was exhausted. He kept losing his concentration during the meeting, letting his mind wander to more pleasant things like sleep, Jason, sleep and Jason combined- it was a wonder he got any work done at all. He opened the door to his apartment and smiled, Jason was still asleep on the sofa. Kevin put his briefcase on the chair and dropped his keys onto the table next to the door, wondering why he could smell lasagna- and coriander, definitely coriander. However, he didn’t care enough to investigate, so, still smiling, he walked over to Jason. He looked peaceful, with a small smile on his face. Kevin crouched down and carefully wrapped him back up in the quilt that was falling off the sofa pressing a light kiss to Jason’s forehead as he stood up
He needed to eat and was wondering where he’d put that take-out menu, deciding to start that whole ‘eating healthy’ thing tomorrow when he realized that the TV was paused on Who Framed Roger Rabbit? He could’ve sworn he’d leant his copy to Paige.
“Kevin?”
Well done, Kevin! Every time, every single time- you never know when to walk away and let him sleep do you?
He turned around and crouched down next to Jason, “Hey,” he whispered, leaning in for a kiss. “How do you feel?”
“Better than this morning. How was work?”
“Tiring. Sorry I couldn’t get home earlier.”
Neither of them noticed the crowd gathering in the doorway to the kitchen, watching this exchange with amused looks and sappy smiles.
“It’s okay.”
“You should probably go back to sleep.” Jason shook his head, “If I sleep now I won’t sleep again tonight…and I bet me sleeping on the couch will look a lot more inviting after another sleepless night.”
“Just because your brother thinks I’m a bastard doesn’t make it true, you know-well not all the time anyway,” he amended as Jason raised an eyebrow.
“When did you last eat?” Jason looked at the clock on the VCR.
“About an hour ago. Your mom made more soup.”
“My mom made- she was here wasn’t she. I knew this place looked tidier.”
Jason chuckled, “Yeah she was here. So was Rebecca - and Tommy - and Sarah - and Kitty but she came with Robert.” Kevin groaned as Jason listed off their names, ticking each one off on his fingers.
“I’m going to kill them. When did they leave?”
“Actually, we didn’t.”
Both Kevin and Jason jerked round to face the doorway full of grinning people. Kevin, however, spun around too quickly and ended up tripping on Jason’s quilt. The next thing he knew he was facing the ceiling, most of which was covered by large, fluffy quilt. He could hear them all laughing at him- Jason over everybody else. He managed to untangle his mass of limbs and quilt and turned to insult Jason for laughing at his misfortune.
The look in Jason’s eyes stopped him before his insult was fully formed: his eyes were sparkling. His face seemed to light up with laughter and he looked healthy again, it was the first time he had seen Jason laugh, really laugh, since he had fallen ill. It seemed to do him more good than all the medication and sleep put together.
“Think you can stop laughing long enough to help me up?”
“Come here,” Jason, still partly laughing, reached out a hand to pull him up. The speed and strength with which he used to pull him up caught them both of guard, and Kevin somehow ended up practically on top of Jason. Kevin reached up to run one of his fingers down Jason’s cheek.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
An uncomfortable cough from the doorway reminded them that they were not alone. Kevin flashed Jason a smile before crawling off him and turned to face his family.
“Does somebody want to tell me what you all doing here?”
“Watching Roger Rabbit,” Sarah pointed a finger at the screen. “Your boyfriend and his equally deprived brother have never seen it.”
Kevin’s gaze snapped to Jason, “You’ve never seen Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”
Jason shook his head.
“Wow. I though everybody had seen Roger Rabbit.”
“Mom’s made enough food to feed two hundred, never mind the two of you. Do you mind if we stick around for a bit? I haven’t seen this film in ages.” Kevin looked at Jason, who shrugged his shoulders. Kevin interpreted that as ‘fine with me’.
“Whatever, Sarah, do what you want, I’m going to get changed.”
He returned 10 minutes later, now wearing an old jumper and a pair of jeans, just as Nora was dishing out large plates of lasagna. “Mom, just how much food did you make?” Kevin asked, going in to the kitchen for some wine, “Seriously, we are capable of feeding ourselves.”
“Kevin, I know you are, but you’ve been ill and busy with work. And just what were you going to eat tonight? All that was in your kitchen was wine, ice cream and some leftover soup.”
“God, it’s like being eighteen again,” Kevin grumbled as he took the bottle of wine and some glasses through to the living room.
“Kevin is that a new jumper?” Kitty asked indicating the jumper he had thrown on. “It’s nice.”
“Thanks, I don’t think it’s new, just the first thing I saw in my closet.”
“Guess I just haven’t seen you wear it before.”
“Yeah, me neither. Usually when you get new clothes you rave about them for weeks. It does look familiar though, where did you get it from?”
Kevin glanced at Jason who was grinning slightly. Kevin knew he was paying more attention to the conversation than the film.
“I don’t remember.”
“You don’t remember. You don’t remember?”
“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”
“He might be an alien coming to take over the planet.”
“Yeah, or one of those clone things from Star Wars.”
“You know,” Robert interrupted, “I’m sure Jason knows where the jumper is from, seeing as it’s his.”
Everybody’s heads swiveled round to look at Kevin, whose ears had turned slightly pink.
“I knew I recognized that jumper,” Sarah mumbled.
“You’re wearing Jason’s jumper.”
“It’s no big deal, it’s a jumper.”
“It’s Jason’s jumper!”
“I’m going to ignore you now.”
“Does he usually wear your clothes, Jason?”
“Kitty!”
“What Kevin? I’m only asking.”
Rebecca was staring transfixed- the novelty of watching the Walkers fight had yet to wear off. Kevin could feel Jason next to him, shaking with suppressed laughter.
“Look, Kitty, it was the first thing I found in my room,” he turned to face Jason, “Do you mind that I’m wearing your jumper?”
“Should I?” Jason managed to keep his voice even but Kevin could see him biting his bottom lip- he thought this was funny!
“No. Now can we please watch this film?”
There was a pause for a few seconds as they all pretended to watch the film.
He knew it wouldn’t last and, sure enough, it was Sarah that broke first.
“I think it’s cute.”
“Yeah, me too,” Rebecca chimed in with her first real contribution to the discussion.
“See Kevin,” Sarah wiggled her eyebrows at him.
“I need another drink,” Kevin moaned and got off the couch, taking his and Jason’s plates with him.
He stood in the kitchen with his head against the fridge, trying to conjure a plan that would give his family the hint to get up and leave…ah, he was going to have a beer. And if that alone didn’t inspire any subtle suggestions he was going to go down the fail-safe route of just chucking them out.
That would probably add to Robert’s list of reasons of ‘why you aren’t good enough for my brother’ but he was too tired to care.
Fortunately for Kevin, it seemed his family had come to the same conclusion on their own and when he returned they were all rising out of their seats to leave. Jason was kissed goodbye by Nora, Sarah, Kitty, and Rebecca and was patted on the shoulder by Tommy, Robert ruffled his hair on his way past.
“Give me a call if you want or need anything else.”
“Sure, and thanks, all of you,” he replied, focusing on all of the Walkers. “Thanks for all the food and stuff.”
Nora stood near the door looking concerned, “Are you sure you’re ok? You don’t want anything or need anything?” she asked Jason.
Kevin sighed and gestured to the door, Rebecca held it open while Tommy and Sarah immediately flanked their mother, each grabbing an arm and escorting her out of Kevin’s apartment.
“Mom, thanks for the soup, but it’s about time you guys left. I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know how he’s doing.”
She looked like she wanted to protest but Sarah and Tommy were still holding her arms and had managed to get her to the door.
Kevin bent down to kiss her cheek, “Thank you for checking up on him,” he whispered, “It means a lot - to both of us.”
“You're welcome, sweetie. If you’re both feeling okay I want you all to come for dinner on Wednesday.”
Sarah groaned.
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving. Bye, sweetie. Bye, Jason, honey,” She called back into the apartment.
Kevin groaned in relief as he finally shut the door on them; he felt more tired than he believed possible. Jason beckoned him over to the sofa and lifted his quilt up so Kevin could lie down with him. Kevin rested his head on Jason’s shoulder, placing one hand on Jason’s chest and the other under his chin. He sighed and Jason could feel the tension leaving Kevin’s body as they wrapped their arms around each other.
“Are you ok?” he murmured into Kevin’s hair, kissing his temple at the same time. Kevin didn’t look up as he replied, “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?” Jason grinned, “You’ve been asking me all day.”
“I’m fine- just tired. It was a long day at work.”
He yawned, as if to support his statement.
“Do you want to go to bed?”
“Not yet, we’ll go in a minute,” Kevin replied, snuggling closer into Jason’s embrace.
They lay in silence, feeling the rise and fall of each other’s chests as they breathed.
“Can I ask you a question?” Kevin asked sleepily, waking Jason from his half-slumber.
“Sure.”
“Why is there a blue bunny lying in my bed?”
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Fandom: Brothers & Sisters
Rating: Teen
Characters: Kevin/Jason, The Walkers, Robert McCallister
Word Count: ~5000
Disclaimer: I don't own Brothers & Sisters. Nor do I own Who Framed Roger Rabbit or Angela’s Ashes.
Authors Notes: Thanks to cindergirlgrimm for the beta. For lving_darkness and her crystal ball of fan fiction predictions
Summary: Jason is still suffering from the flu...and the Walkers always take care of their own.
Food of the Gods - Chapter 3
Kevin looked at his alarm clock and turned it off before it had even started to beep.
6.30- he didn’t need to be at work for a few hours yet.
He turned back towards the finally sleeping figure beside him; Jason had tossed and turned all night, finally drifting off to sleep somewhere between three and four in the morning.
He slowly and quietly got out of bed so as not to disturb him.
Jason’s sleep had been fractured since falling ill; he seemed unable to get comfortable and when he did finally fall asleep it was never for more than a few hours. He had even offered to go sleep on the couch when he realized that he was also keeping Kevin awake- a suggestion that was promptly shot down.
Once up, Kevin crossed the room, entered the bathroom and turned the shower on. He was glad to be getting out of the apartment but was not looking forward to the mountain of paperwork he knew would be waiting for him back at his office; he also wasn’t to keen on leaving Jason alone, especially as he didn’t seem to be getting any better.
Then again, perhaps spending the day on his own, asleep, might make him feel a bit better.
Jason had a slight frown on his face, Kevin noticed, when he went to retrieve his suit out of his cupboard. Perhaps he had subconsciously noticed Kevin had got up.
Or perhaps he was dreaming about that huge killer bunny again.
Kevin got changed in the front room and made himself a cup of coffee, he was still early for work so instead of making toast he to go to the café near the office and grab a bacon sandwich- though anything that wasn’t vegetable soup would do just fine.
“Hey.”
Kevin spun around; he hadn’t heard Jason get up.
“Hey,” he walked over to Jason, kissed him good morning and wrapped his arms around him. Jason always looked adorable first thing on a morning, his hair was fluffy and sticking up, and it usually took him a good twenty minutes and a cup of coffee before he was anywhere near functional.
However, this illness was having a diminishing effect on his appearance: he had large black bags under his eyes, and his skin was a dull, sallow color. Normally he would stand up straight and proud, now he was slouched, defeated, the constant ache too tiring to fight.
“How are you feeling?”
“Groggy.”
Jason sighed and rested his head against Kevin’s, Kevin ran his hands up and down his back, trying to gently rub away some of the pain.
“You should go back to sleep. You know where the pain killers are, don’t you?” He felt Jason nod in response.
“Let’s get you back to bed before I go.”
He let Kevin lead him back to bed and wrap him up in the quilt.
“I’ll try not to be too late; do you want me to bring you anything back?”
Jason shook his head, “Ok, I’ll see you later.”
He gave a Jason a kiss on the cheek and left.
*
Kevin rang him from his office every hour and a half or so; checking he was okay, that he was drinking plenty of fluids and had taken the painkillers on time.
The fourth phone call came with an addition.
“Hey, Jason, How’re you feeling?”
“Pretty much the same as last time you called.”
“Have you taken any more pain killers?
“Yes.”
“Are drinking plenty of fluids?”
“Yes.”
“Are you-“
“Yes Kevin,” Kevin could almost see him rolling his eyes.
“You didn’t let me finish.”
“You were going to ask, “Are you trying to get some more sleep?” The answer to which is yes.”
“Am I annoying you?”
Jason’s voice softened, “No. You have no idea how much I appreciate you checking up on me.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Were you just checking up on me, or was there something else?”
“Actually there was something else,” Jason heard him sigh down the phone.
“I’m sorry but I’m going to have to work late. One of the partners has gotten sick and so we’ve got to pick up some of her work. I have to go into a meeting at six and I can’t see it ending any earlier than eight.”
“That’s okay, I understand. Robert said he would come by later; he’s going to drop some more clothes and stuff off for me.”
“Great.”
He heard Kevin cheer up noticeably at the idea that at least he wouldn’t be spending all day on his own.
“I’m going to have to go. I’ll see you when I get home tonight.”
“Ok, see you later.”
At three-thirty there was a knock at the apartment door. He glanced at the clock-Robert had said he wouldn’t get there until after five, which meant he’d be there some time around six.
He got up from the sofa, almost knocking over the pile of discarded books and magazines he hadn’t been able to concentrate on. He turned the TV off as he passed, being that he hadn’t really been paying attention anyway.
He opened the door and for the second time in a week Jason came face-to-face with his boyfriend’s mother and younger sister.
“Nora, Rebecca. What are you doing here?”
“Robert happened to mention you like carrot and coriander soup so I brought some ingredients.”
“Really?” Jason glanced at Rebecca, her smirk-like grin confirming his suspicions: Robert hadn’t divulged that information freely.
He moved aside as Nora and Rebecca entered the apartment, “Nora, you really don’t have to do this.”
“But I want to. You go relax and watch some TV with Rebecca; you look as if you haven’t slept in a week.”
Perhaps Kevin hadn’t been joking when he told him he looked like a panda on a diet.
“Thanks Nora,” Jason returned to the front room and huddled up under his cover.
Two hours and a bowl of soup later he was still there.
Nora had gone shopping, appalled at the lack of food in the kitchen - “Ice-cream is not proper food, Jason”- and was busy restocking the cupboards. He now heard the sounds of chopping- surely she wasn’t making MORE soup!
Rebecca was on the chair opposite the TV curled up like a cat, watching some soap and repeatedly glancing across at Jason as if she was afraid he might try to jump out of the window or something.
“Are you sure you don’t want to watch something else?”
How many times had he sat through this conversation now? Four? Five? “Rebecca, I promise I don’t mind what you watch, there’s nothing on that I want to watch so just watch your show.”
Rebecca’s “Are you sure?” was interrupted by somebody knocking at the door. She jumped up to answer it before Jason had a chance to move.
He suspected that Nora had instructed her to make sure he rested. Every time he had attempted to get up for a drink or to go pick up another unreadable book she insisted that she get it for him.
He noticed Rebecca’s posture stiffen as soon as she opened the door.
“Hi Kitty, Robert,” her voice was hesitant and quiet and sweeter than sugar.
He heard Kitty respond, immediately on the defensive, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here with your mom. She’s doing her thing and wanted me to come and keep Jason company. Is that okay?” she sounded hesitant and defensive at the same time.
“Fine. Robert and I just came to see Jason because we want to know how he’s doing.”
Jason closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He really did not want to have to listen to one of the Walker family arguments; he had yet to witness a major one first hand but Kevin and Robert had told him enough about them.
He was thrilled when Robert immediately came to his rescue.
“Why don’t you two go talk to Nora in the kitchen so I can talk to Jason for a minute?” he said gesturing towards the kitchen with a duffle that had been slung over his shoulder.
They had barely spoken since Jason had told him that he was going out with Kevin, he and his brother. Jason was fairly certain the last full conversation they’d had was along the lines of, “Jason you do know he’s a moron?” and “You just don’t like the fact that he’s the only non-McCallister who will tell you when you’re being a prick.”
Jason shuffled himself into a sitting position to better inspect the bag Robert had brought with him.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’ve had better days. When did you tell Nora I like carrot and coriander soup?”
“This morning; she asked when Kitty went to pick some stuff up from the house. Is that what she’s doing here?”
“Yeah. Doesn’t waste much time does she?”
Robert laughed.
“So what did you bring?”
He handed Jason the bag, “Some t-shirts, pants, that stupid t-shirt you wear for bed - “
“We’ve been through this: Monty Python isn’t stupid. Life of Brian is - “
“A classic, yes I know. I also brought you some books, DVD’s and,” Jason watched as Robert reached into the bottom of the bag, “I also found this in your cupboard.”
He finished speaking and waved an old tatty blue rabbit around with a triumphant grin on his face. Jason looked over to the kitchen and then dropped his voice to a barely audible whisper.
“I can’t believe you brought that,” he hissed, checking again that nobody could see Robert waving the rabbit in front of his face.
“I can’t believe you still have Lollypop.”
“Popsicle,” Jason growled while snatching the rabbit out of Robert's hands.
Clutching it to his chest he looked just like a kid again and it took all of Robert’s self-restraint to not laugh. His self-restraint didn’t extend to his grin, however, which was quickly spreading across his face.
“You better not tell anybody about this.”
“Afraid it might effect your reputation? Well-respected Methodist minister still has Teddy Bear.”
“I mean it, I’ll…”
“What? You’ll set your teddy bear onto me?”
Jason glared, “No.”
Then he gave his brother a wide grin- Robert recognized the look of triumph on his brother’s face.
“No I won’t set my rabbit onto you. But I will tell Kevin that you take a pair of Kitty’s pajamas with you when you’re away from home. I’m sure the Walkers would love to hear that, you know how quickly news travels between them.”
Robert blanched, “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
Robert knew when he was beaten and raised his hands in surrender.
“I’ll put this stuff on the bed. Where do you want Popsicle? Shall I put him back in the bag or do you want him out here?”
Jason glanced first at Robert then back at the rabbit. Finally he sighed and handed him to Robert.
“Put him in the bag.”
“You going to tell Kevin about him?”
“He already knows- he found him the last time he stopped at my apartment, looking for a spare shirt.”
Jason took great delight in the embarrassed look that flittered across Robert’s face. They never had been, and never would be, as open as the Walkers were. As far as the McCallister brothers were concerned there were some things they would rather not know about.
He could hear raised voices coming from the kitchen: it sounded like Kitty and Rebecca were arguing again. He sighed and turned the TV back on, glancing over his shoulder as Robert went into the kitchen to try and restore some order.
Whatever he said must have worked because Kitty and Rebecca managed not to snap at each other for the rest of the night; Jason thought he did see a couple of dark glances exchanged between the pair but at least they were holding their tongues.
They all looked up at another knock on the door, Robert pushed himself up off the arm of the chair he was sitting on and answered it.
“Hi,” was all he said as he moved aside and let Sarah in.
“Such a warm welcome,” Sarah raised an eyebrow at Kitty.
“Bad day at work,” Kitty replied. “What you doing here?”
“I’ve finished reading Angela’s Ashes and I remember Jason had said he’d like to read it.” She delved into her bag and brought out a copy of the book handing it over to Jason, “Kevin’s said he has to work late, so I thought I’d drop it off and see if you wanted anything?”
“Thanks Sarah.”
“No problem. Do I smell lasagna?” She asked sticking her nose in the air like a bloodhound.
“Mom’s here.”
“Ah. That means you obviously don’t need anything food wise.”
There was another knock at the door and as Sarah was still on her feet so she turned round to open it.
“Hey, Tommy.”
Jason looked up in disbelief, another Walker?
“Hey, how you doing Jason?”
“Err…I’ve felt better.”
He tried not to look at Robert whom he was fairly certain had just muttered, “It’s like Walker central in here.”
“That good, eh? Kev said you were still ill so I brought round that film for you.”
Jason’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief as Tommy handed him a copy of Who Framed Roger Rabbit?
“You’ve never seen Roger Rabbit?” Sarah asked incredulously.
“Um, no?”
“You’ve never seen Who Framed Roger Rabbit?” Kitty asked.
“They didn’t live with Justin.”
“That’s not the point, Tommy. I thought everybody had seen Roger Rabbit.”
Sarah turned to Robert, “What about you?”
“Nope,” Robert shook his head, “Never seen it.”
“Right, give me that DVD.”
“Sarah, what are you doing?” Kitty asked as her sister took the DVD from Jason and strode towards the DVD player.
“Putting it on; I can’t believe you two have never seen this film,” she shook her head at the McCallister brothers in mock disgust.
Jason looked at Robert who merely shrugged.
Sarah put the DVD in and they all settled around the TV either squishing two into a chair or curling up on the floor.
Jason got the couch to himself and was told to lie down and make himself comfortable when he offered to share. Nora declined their offer to sit through the film for the hundredth time, deciding that her time was probably better spent making more soup, pasta, stews, and pies to put in Kevin’s freezer.
“Hey Jase, I have tickets for the game next week, you want to go?” Robert queried.
“Game?” Tommy asked.
“Yeah, soccer.”
Tommy stared at Jason, “You like soccer?” he asked in disbelief.
Jason shrugged his shoulders in an ‘it’s not a big deal’ kind of way. “One of my exes was a soccer player. After a few weeks I realized I liked the soccer a lot more than I liked him.”
“Does Kevin know you like soccer?”
“I’ve told him but I don’t think he believes me.”
“Yeah good luck with that.” He snorted, “I got a DVD last Christmas with some great games on it- all British sides but you might like it; I’ll give it to Kevin tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Tommy.”
“No problem- God it’s been years since I watched this.”
“You can come over and watch it with Cooper then, he loves it.”
“If we’re watching Roger Rabbit then I need Ice-Cream, anyone else want some?” Tommy inquired. He left to brave his mother and soon returned with 5 spoons and the carton Jason and Kevin had made serious inroads into the other day.
“You sure you don’t want some?” Tommy inquired.
“I’m sure,” Jason replied.
“You must be ill if you’re turning down ice-cream,” Robert quipped.
Jason laughed but stopped as Nora approached him with a bowl of soup.
“Nora, I’m fine really.” She gave him one of her ‘just do as you’re told’ looks that he had seen directed at Kevin and various other family members on a number of occasions.
“Thanks Nora.”
His back was starting to hurt again so he reached across and picked the pills up off the table before he started to eat. “You ok?” Robert asked, his voice full of concern, he failed to notice that the concern in Robert’s voice was also in every Walker’s eyes.
“Back’s aching, it’ll be fine in an hour or so.”
“You need a back-rub?” Kitty grinned at him.
Sarah rolled her eyes and jabbed her in the side, “You’ve got your own McCallister to play with. Besides, I’m sure Kevin will fill all his needs when he gets home.”
Jason heard Robert choke on his ice cream and he could feel a blush creeping over his cheeks. Do not look at Robert. Do NOT look at Robert.
“Jason, are you alright? You’ve gone a bit pink.”
“This soup’s a bit hot.”
“Oh, okay,” she didn’t believe him for a second.
“Leave him alone, Sarah, he’s not well- just watch the film. It was your idea to put it on.”
“I’m watching it.”
“No you’re not.”
“I am.”
You’re not.”
“I-“
“We’re trying to watch it, even if neither of you two are.”
“Shut up, Tommy.”
Jason sat and listened to the Walkers good-natured bickering with delight. It never failed to amuse him, especially as he knew they would instantly join forces if somebody else tried to attack them.
“Here I’ll take your bowl for you if you’re finished, Jason.”
“Mom he’s got the flu, he’s not incapable of putting a bowl in the dishwasher.”
“I know that, Kitty, but seeing as how I’m not allowed to mother my own children I’m going to mother the next best thing. At least until they learn to tell me to leave,” she grabbed Jason’s bowl and left with a flourish and a smile on her face.
Jason grinned and settled down further under his quilt, enjoying the sounds of people talking. He couldn’t believe that less than a week ago he felt out of place with these people; now they were here bringing him films and books that he had briefly mentioned sounded interesting.
He lay on his side and rested his head on his arm. Nora’s soup really was delicious and it was making him feel warm and fuzzy, it was so tempting to close his eyes, just for a few minutes…
Robert turned to face Jason, intending to ask him a question and closed his mouth before he had even started to talk. He nudged Kitty’s knee with his elbow from his resting place on the floor, “What?” “Shh,” he pointed at Jason. Kitty grinned at the sight in front of her: Jason had fallen asleep, one hand resting under his head, the other cuddling into his cover.
Kitty motioned for Sarah to stop the film, she grinned and nudged Rebecca with her elbow and simultaneously kicked Tommy in the back. This was impressive as she was managing to hog the ice cream at the same time. They all trooped into the kitchen, grinning at each other, leaving Jason to sleep.
***
By the time Kevin arrived home he was exhausted. He kept losing his concentration during the meeting, letting his mind wander to more pleasant things like sleep, Jason, sleep and Jason combined- it was a wonder he got any work done at all. He opened the door to his apartment and smiled, Jason was still asleep on the sofa. Kevin put his briefcase on the chair and dropped his keys onto the table next to the door, wondering why he could smell lasagna- and coriander, definitely coriander. However, he didn’t care enough to investigate, so, still smiling, he walked over to Jason. He looked peaceful, with a small smile on his face. Kevin crouched down and carefully wrapped him back up in the quilt that was falling off the sofa pressing a light kiss to Jason’s forehead as he stood up
He needed to eat and was wondering where he’d put that take-out menu, deciding to start that whole ‘eating healthy’ thing tomorrow when he realized that the TV was paused on Who Framed Roger Rabbit? He could’ve sworn he’d leant his copy to Paige.
“Kevin?”
Well done, Kevin! Every time, every single time- you never know when to walk away and let him sleep do you?
He turned around and crouched down next to Jason, “Hey,” he whispered, leaning in for a kiss. “How do you feel?”
“Better than this morning. How was work?”
“Tiring. Sorry I couldn’t get home earlier.”
Neither of them noticed the crowd gathering in the doorway to the kitchen, watching this exchange with amused looks and sappy smiles.
“It’s okay.”
“You should probably go back to sleep.” Jason shook his head, “If I sleep now I won’t sleep again tonight…and I bet me sleeping on the couch will look a lot more inviting after another sleepless night.”
“Just because your brother thinks I’m a bastard doesn’t make it true, you know-well not all the time anyway,” he amended as Jason raised an eyebrow.
“When did you last eat?” Jason looked at the clock on the VCR.
“About an hour ago. Your mom made more soup.”
“My mom made- she was here wasn’t she. I knew this place looked tidier.”
Jason chuckled, “Yeah she was here. So was Rebecca - and Tommy - and Sarah - and Kitty but she came with Robert.” Kevin groaned as Jason listed off their names, ticking each one off on his fingers.
“I’m going to kill them. When did they leave?”
“Actually, we didn’t.”
Both Kevin and Jason jerked round to face the doorway full of grinning people. Kevin, however, spun around too quickly and ended up tripping on Jason’s quilt. The next thing he knew he was facing the ceiling, most of which was covered by large, fluffy quilt. He could hear them all laughing at him- Jason over everybody else. He managed to untangle his mass of limbs and quilt and turned to insult Jason for laughing at his misfortune.
The look in Jason’s eyes stopped him before his insult was fully formed: his eyes were sparkling. His face seemed to light up with laughter and he looked healthy again, it was the first time he had seen Jason laugh, really laugh, since he had fallen ill. It seemed to do him more good than all the medication and sleep put together.
“Think you can stop laughing long enough to help me up?”
“Come here,” Jason, still partly laughing, reached out a hand to pull him up. The speed and strength with which he used to pull him up caught them both of guard, and Kevin somehow ended up practically on top of Jason. Kevin reached up to run one of his fingers down Jason’s cheek.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
An uncomfortable cough from the doorway reminded them that they were not alone. Kevin flashed Jason a smile before crawling off him and turned to face his family.
“Does somebody want to tell me what you all doing here?”
“Watching Roger Rabbit,” Sarah pointed a finger at the screen. “Your boyfriend and his equally deprived brother have never seen it.”
Kevin’s gaze snapped to Jason, “You’ve never seen Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”
Jason shook his head.
“Wow. I though everybody had seen Roger Rabbit.”
“Mom’s made enough food to feed two hundred, never mind the two of you. Do you mind if we stick around for a bit? I haven’t seen this film in ages.” Kevin looked at Jason, who shrugged his shoulders. Kevin interpreted that as ‘fine with me’.
“Whatever, Sarah, do what you want, I’m going to get changed.”
He returned 10 minutes later, now wearing an old jumper and a pair of jeans, just as Nora was dishing out large plates of lasagna. “Mom, just how much food did you make?” Kevin asked, going in to the kitchen for some wine, “Seriously, we are capable of feeding ourselves.”
“Kevin, I know you are, but you’ve been ill and busy with work. And just what were you going to eat tonight? All that was in your kitchen was wine, ice cream and some leftover soup.”
“God, it’s like being eighteen again,” Kevin grumbled as he took the bottle of wine and some glasses through to the living room.
“Kevin is that a new jumper?” Kitty asked indicating the jumper he had thrown on. “It’s nice.”
“Thanks, I don’t think it’s new, just the first thing I saw in my closet.”
“Guess I just haven’t seen you wear it before.”
“Yeah, me neither. Usually when you get new clothes you rave about them for weeks. It does look familiar though, where did you get it from?”
Kevin glanced at Jason who was grinning slightly. Kevin knew he was paying more attention to the conversation than the film.
“I don’t remember.”
“You don’t remember. You don’t remember?”
“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”
“He might be an alien coming to take over the planet.”
“Yeah, or one of those clone things from Star Wars.”
“You know,” Robert interrupted, “I’m sure Jason knows where the jumper is from, seeing as it’s his.”
Everybody’s heads swiveled round to look at Kevin, whose ears had turned slightly pink.
“I knew I recognized that jumper,” Sarah mumbled.
“You’re wearing Jason’s jumper.”
“It’s no big deal, it’s a jumper.”
“It’s Jason’s jumper!”
“I’m going to ignore you now.”
“Does he usually wear your clothes, Jason?”
“Kitty!”
“What Kevin? I’m only asking.”
Rebecca was staring transfixed- the novelty of watching the Walkers fight had yet to wear off. Kevin could feel Jason next to him, shaking with suppressed laughter.
“Look, Kitty, it was the first thing I found in my room,” he turned to face Jason, “Do you mind that I’m wearing your jumper?”
“Should I?” Jason managed to keep his voice even but Kevin could see him biting his bottom lip- he thought this was funny!
“No. Now can we please watch this film?”
There was a pause for a few seconds as they all pretended to watch the film.
He knew it wouldn’t last and, sure enough, it was Sarah that broke first.
“I think it’s cute.”
“Yeah, me too,” Rebecca chimed in with her first real contribution to the discussion.
“See Kevin,” Sarah wiggled her eyebrows at him.
“I need another drink,” Kevin moaned and got off the couch, taking his and Jason’s plates with him.
He stood in the kitchen with his head against the fridge, trying to conjure a plan that would give his family the hint to get up and leave…ah, he was going to have a beer. And if that alone didn’t inspire any subtle suggestions he was going to go down the fail-safe route of just chucking them out.
That would probably add to Robert’s list of reasons of ‘why you aren’t good enough for my brother’ but he was too tired to care.
Fortunately for Kevin, it seemed his family had come to the same conclusion on their own and when he returned they were all rising out of their seats to leave. Jason was kissed goodbye by Nora, Sarah, Kitty, and Rebecca and was patted on the shoulder by Tommy, Robert ruffled his hair on his way past.
“Give me a call if you want or need anything else.”
“Sure, and thanks, all of you,” he replied, focusing on all of the Walkers. “Thanks for all the food and stuff.”
Nora stood near the door looking concerned, “Are you sure you’re ok? You don’t want anything or need anything?” she asked Jason.
Kevin sighed and gestured to the door, Rebecca held it open while Tommy and Sarah immediately flanked their mother, each grabbing an arm and escorting her out of Kevin’s apartment.
“Mom, thanks for the soup, but it’s about time you guys left. I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know how he’s doing.”
She looked like she wanted to protest but Sarah and Tommy were still holding her arms and had managed to get her to the door.
Kevin bent down to kiss her cheek, “Thank you for checking up on him,” he whispered, “It means a lot - to both of us.”
“You're welcome, sweetie. If you’re both feeling okay I want you all to come for dinner on Wednesday.”
Sarah groaned.
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving. Bye, sweetie. Bye, Jason, honey,” She called back into the apartment.
Kevin groaned in relief as he finally shut the door on them; he felt more tired than he believed possible. Jason beckoned him over to the sofa and lifted his quilt up so Kevin could lie down with him. Kevin rested his head on Jason’s shoulder, placing one hand on Jason’s chest and the other under his chin. He sighed and Jason could feel the tension leaving Kevin’s body as they wrapped their arms around each other.
“Are you ok?” he murmured into Kevin’s hair, kissing his temple at the same time. Kevin didn’t look up as he replied, “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?” Jason grinned, “You’ve been asking me all day.”
“I’m fine- just tired. It was a long day at work.”
He yawned, as if to support his statement.
“Do you want to go to bed?”
“Not yet, we’ll go in a minute,” Kevin replied, snuggling closer into Jason’s embrace.
They lay in silence, feeling the rise and fall of each other’s chests as they breathed.
“Can I ask you a question?” Kevin asked sleepily, waking Jason from his half-slumber.
“Sure.”
“Why is there a blue bunny lying in my bed?”
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