J/C Fic: Scratching the Itch (R)
Title: Scratching the Itch
Pairing: Jared/Chris
Rating: R
Word Count: ~4,000
Disclaimer: None of it is true... none
Warning: very very slight suggested mpreg
Summary: Jared and Chris' six year old son has the chicken pox, lucky for them they both have had the virus already... or so they thought...
A/N written for billysgirl5 who wanted Jared with Chicken pox :)
Jesse had been complaining for a few days about being itchy, Jared had checked him over a few times but only found what he thought were just mosquito bites, that’s why, when Jesse complained late one night about his body being really itchy, Jared just shrugged it off, holding his son close in the small child’s bed until they both fell asleep. Chris woke the next morning alone in his bed and wondered over to their son’s room, smiling at the sight before him, his two favourite boys sleeping peacefully.
“Jay? Babe, wake up, we have to get ready for work and Jesse has to go to school,” Chris whispered, crouching down besides his lover, running his fingers through his son’s soft and silky light brown hair.
“Mmm, Okay, I’m up, I’m up!” Jared yawned, absently scratching at his arm. He placed a quick kiss to Chris’ lips before carefully waking his son. “Jesse? Baby, come on sweetie, time to get up,” Jared tried.
“Daddy! It itches!” was the first thing their son said when he was fully away, his small fingers furiously scratching all over his arms, legs, stomach and back.
“Careful Jess, let me have a look,” Jared sighed.
Jared stilled his son’s hands, letting Chris take them into his work calloused ones, and lifted the young boy’s pyjama top up to his underarms. Jared hissed in sympathy at the sight of his six year old’s body covered in small red spots. The chicken pox, great.
“Oh Baby boy, that can’t be comfortable,” Chris said, looking over Jared’s shoulder. Thanking God both he and Jared had already had chicken pox when they were younger.
“It hurts!” Jesse whined, desperately trying to pull his hands out of Chris’ so that he could continue scratching. When that didn’t work, his body started squirming around on the sheets, desperately seeking out any friction to relieve the itchiness.
“Come on Jesse, stop that, we’ll get you into a nice cool bath and put some lotion on the spots, fix you right up! Looks like no school for you, how about that?” Jared said, trying to make his son feel better.
Jesse whimpered and leaned into Jared’s large body, wanting to be comforted. They sorted out Jesse, giving him a cool bath and applying the lotion before setting him up on the couch with some of his favourite movies, sitting with him and trying to make sure he didn’t scratch too much. From the looks of things it seemed like he had had the virus for a few days at least, which was lucky considering it obviously wasn’t a bad bout of the pox.
They were realised just how lucky they were when, not even two days later it seemed like the worst of the virus was over, most of the red spots healing over and the young boy complaining less and less about the itchiness. They had admittedly gone through at least three bottles of calamine lotion and had to hide all the kitchen utensils which could have been used to scratch at the back, but it seemed like everything was over.
That is, until one small red dot appeared on Jared’s stomach.
Jared and Chris were laying naked in bed together, Jesse sound asleep in his own bed, basking in the afterglow. Panting slightly and trying to come down from the high, Chris rolled over and curled into Jared’s body, his fingers gently running up and down Jared’s body. They didn’t have to say anything, long past the stage of awkward silences. Jared placed a kiss on Chris’ temple, enjoying the attention Chris was giving him, before he started to drift off to sleep.
“Jay? You did have chicken pox when you were younger right?” Chris asked after a moment, his fingers stilling.
“Yeah, back when I was Jesse’s age, Mom said I was a terror when I had them,” Jared mumbled, his eyes remaining closed.
“So what’s this then?” Chris asked, Jared’s eyes snapping open.
“What?” Jared asked, sitting up and patting his body down with his two large hands, looking for the problem.
It wasn’t the largest spot they had seen, especially not to some Jesse had, but it wasn’t small either. Sitting there, right beside Jared’s bellybutton was an obvious chicken pox spot. Chris sighed before pushing Jared back down, looking over the older man for any other spots. There were a few around the legs and several on his back, there was even one tucked up right behind Jared’s ear.
“Looks like we caught this right at the start...” Chris commented, pulling Jared into him when he had finished checking Jared’s body over.
“Do you think we should go to the doc’s?” Jared asked.
“It’s probably a good idea, we’ll drop Jesse off at school tomorrow and then take you to the doctor,” Chris suggested.
“Mmkay,” Jared agreed, snuggling further into Chris’ arms before pushing himself back quickly, “Should you be around me? What if you get it too?” Jared asked, trying to get out of the bed.
“It’s alright Jay, most likely you just got the chicken pox again, if I get it too it won’t be the end of the world, now let me hold you and make sure you don’t scratch,” Chris chuckled, pulling his lover back into his arms.
Jared sighed, allowing his body to be manhandled by Chris back into the older man’s arms. He tried not to think about it, but the harder he tried to think about something else, the itchier he became. He tried simply rubbing at the itchiness, ensuring not to use his nails but after awhile the irritation became too much and he started scratching, Chris’ arms still wrapped around his body, trying not to alert Chris to what he was doing.
“Hey! Stop that!” Chris scolded, swatting at Jared’s hands as soon as he realised what Jared was doing.
“But it hurts!” Jared whined, sounding exactly like their six year old son.
“Quit it Jay, you’ll make things worse!” Chris said, grabbing at Jared’s hands. “Let me go get that last bottle of calamine lotion we had, I’ll put it all over you then you can get some sleep,” he said carefully sliding out of the bed, his hands still holding Jared’s, “No scratching!”
Jared ‘hmpfed’, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting at Chris as the older man left the room in search of the lotion bottle. Chris came back not even two minutes later to see Jared, sitting twisted in the middle of their large king sized bed, furiously scratching at his body, one arm hooked up and over the other shoulder trying to scratch at his back while the other was twirled around his front, trying to scratch the opposite side. Chris would have laughed, had Jared’s face not looked so devastatingly sad.
“Here Jay, I have the lotion, lie down and relax, let me put it on,” Chris sighed, walking up to the bed and pushing Jared back down into the thick pillows.
Jared huffed in frustration, his fingers digging into the mattress, trying not to scratch again as Chris opened the bottle and poured some over the cotton ball. Chris spent more time than needed, lovingly applying copious amounts of calamine onto the red sores and the areas around it until Jared looked like a large lavender spotted puppy dog.
“How are you feeling?” Chris asked once he was done, the calamine drying on and cooling Jared’s skin.
“Sore... and tired,” Jared mumbled, completely worn out.
“Come here,” Chris smiled, once again pulling Jared’s body towards his and wrapping his arms around the bigger man’s body. Jared curled around Chris’ body, tucking his head underneath Chris’ chin and sighed, loving the feel of Chris’ fingers in his hair.
The next morning was crazy. With Jared’s near constant scratching and complaining and having to get Jesse ready for school, Chris was nearing his wits end. He loaded his boys into the car, Jared in the front, Jesse behind him, and drove first to the school to drop the little boy off with a kiss and a wave, before making their way to the doctor’s office. Chris signed Jared in and was told to go straight into one of the rooms to minimise the chance of spread, and in there they waited.
“Jared, stop scratching, seriously, you’re going to make it worse!” Chris said, noticing there were many more spots over Jared’s body than the night before.
“I’m trying but it really itches! It hurts!” Jared complained, not for the first time.
Chris sighed, he grabbed both of Jared’s hands into one of his and with his other free hand he turned Jared’s face to his and pushed his lips to his lover’s. They didn’t break apart until they heard a cautious cough come from the door, pulling away with one final peck, both men were panting slightly for air.
“Good morning boys,” the doctor said, taking a nearby seat.
“I’ll get you back for this later,” Jared mumbled before turning towards the doctor, his hands still in Chris’.
“What seems to be the problem?” he asked looking Jared up and down.
“I think I’ve got the chicken pox, but I know I had them when I was younger!” Jared whined.
“Let me have a look,” the doctor asked, snapping on some latex gloves. He gripped Jared’s arm carefully and examined the various shaped spots that covered Jared’s skin. “Well if you already had chicken pox as a kid then this all should be shingles, which is a different form of the same virus. Basically as the virus is stored dormant in the spinal column and some unlucky few do get it even though it is rare. This to me however definitely looks like the chicken pox, which would mean that you didn’t have them as a kid,” the doctor explained sitting back.
“Wha-? Are you sure? I know I had the spots and the itching when I was young! My Mom even tells stories about how horrible I was!” Jared argued, his fingers automatically going to scratch at his newly released arm, Chris slapping it away immediately.
“The blisters that Shingles and Chicken pox produce do look very similar, however if this was in fact shingles then it would be contained in a certain area, one half of the body at most, yours is obviously all over, now if it’s only been a recent contamination then I could give you a shot that would help control the outbreak, but most likely we will have to let the virus run its course,” the doctor said.
“My son just had it, I only got the rash last night but he’s just gotten over it,” Jared answered.
“Right, at this point I’m just going to take your temperature, are you feeling any stiffness in the neck, sensitivity to light? Vomiting or nausea?” he asked, turning towards his computer and typing something in rapidly.
“Uh... no, none of that..?” Jared said shaking his head nervously, the itchiness momentarily forgotten.
“Okay, good, just let me check this...” The doctor replied sticking the tip of the thermometer into Jared’s ear, “Slightly raised, if you do start to have any of those symptoms come back immediately, but other than that, stock up on your calamine lotion and try to stay away from adults that haven’t been infected yet, especially pregnant mom’s and dad’s or people with reduced immune systems,” he smiled.
“Will do doc, thanks for the help,” Jared said getting up to leave. Chris thanked the doctor, leaving to go with his lover.
Back in the car, Jared sighed, pulling out his cell phone and dialling his mother’s number as Chris started the car.
“Hello?” asked the elderly voice through the phone.
“Hey Ma, how are you?” Jared started.
“I’m good baby, how are you? Chris and Jesse okay?” she asked, slightly worried.
“Everyone is well Mom, just wondering, when I was young, did I get ever the chicken pox?” he asked, absently scratching the blisters on his stomach again.
“No, not that I can remember darling, why?”
“Oh, are you sure? I know you keep talking about how bad I was with scratching and...”
“Yes, you as a kid, such an explorer, you went away on camp with the school and wondered right into a poison ivy bush, came home early red as anything scratching like there was no tomorrow!” She chuckled, “Why baby? What’s going on?” She asked as an afterthought.
“Jesse just got over the chicken pox,” Jared explained.
“Oh no...”
“And I thought I had already had them...”
“So now you have them too right?” she asked sympathetically.
“Yeah.”
“My poor boy, is Chris there? Can I talk to him?”
Chris had just pulled into their driveway and had turned off the car, facing Jared to hear what was going on. Jared sighed before turning towards Chris and tossing his cell into his lover’s lap. Rubbing at his eyes, Jared exited the car and immediately made his way into his house, not bothering to wait for Chris or see if he was following or not. Chris watched Jared leave, feeling sorry for him, before picking up the phone and answering.
“Hello?”
“Chris Baby, how are things?” Sherri asked, her tone loving and sympathetic.
“I’m okay Mom, it’s just Jared, he’s already loosing it I think...” Chris sighed massaging his temple.
“Well baby I think you’re just going to have to be the man about it for the two of you for a few days now, get him some lotion, make sure he’s constantly fed or just do something to keep him busy! And word of advice Christian, if he continues scratching, get some socks and tape to put over his hands, I’m not even kidding baby,” she offered.
“Thanks Ma, for everything, I have a feeling I’m going to need it with him,” Chris said, forcing out a laugh.
“You look after my boy and call me if you need anything at all,” she said.
“Thanks Mom,” Chris said, bidding farewell to Jared’s mother and hanging up the phone.
Chris walked into the house he shared with Jared, hearing the dogs playing in the backyard and the television on low in the living room. Chris entered the lounge room and was greeted by a sorry sight, Jared was sitting in one corner of the couch, his legs pulled up and arms wrapped around them as he scratched at his blisters looking miserable. Chris bit back a smile at the sight, joining Jared on the couch, pulling Jared into his arms, holding the younger man tight against his chest.
“Are you okay?” Chris asked, his fingers easily finding their place in Jared’s hair.
“I’ve been better,” Jared admitted.
“You hungry? Want me to get the calamine lotion? Is there anything I can do for you?” Chris offered, his free hand running up and down Jared’s arms, his blunt fingernails barely scratching.
“I could eat,” Jared agreed, looking up at Chris through his lashes, trying to get some pity from his partner.
“I’ll whip something up real quick for ya, what do you think?” Chris smiled, pushing Jared’s bangs off his face in a gentle caress.
“Thanks Chris,” Jared nodded, curling into Chris once more before allowing him to get up.
The rest of the day was fairly quiet, Chris entertained Jared by following Sherrie’s advice, feeding the younger man as much as he could, reapplying the calamine lotion when needed. Jared tried his best not to scratch at the small red blisters, but they not only itched but also hurt. Chris turned on a movie at some point after lunch, holding Jared’s hands in his as they watched it, before it was time to pick Jesse up from school. He left Jared to doze on the couch, warning Jesse that his Daddy was sick and to be a good boy when they got home.
Jesse entered the house slowly, toeing off his shoes to keep the noise down as he wondered through the halls. He eyed Jared’s sleeping form before carefully approaching his daddy, the little boy carefully slid under his father’s arms and nestled in close. Jared barely awoke, recognising the feel and scent of his child immediately, he simply tightened his hold on his boy and allowed Jesse to cuddle for a little while.
“Imma make you feel better Daddy,” Jesse whispered, causing both Jared and Chris to smile.
Jared placed a kiss on the crown of Jesse’s head, Chris restraining himself from snapping a picture of the moment. “Thanks baby, I feel better already. How about you? Did you have a good day today?” Jared asked.
From there, Jared and Jesse spoke until it was dinner time. They ate dinner as a family, joking and laughing as if nothing was wrong, Chris not even scolding Jared for scratching at the blisters. Then came bath time, and for once, Jesse got ready for the bath without complaint, Chris sending up silent thanks for the small reprieve. Jared sat on the edge of the tub playing with his son as Chris cleaned the little boy, each of them splashing each other and practically getting the whole floor wet.
Chris then took Jesse to bed, reading the boy a bit of the story they were working their way through before switching out the light and closing the door behind him on his way out. Jared was already in bed, once again scratching and watching the television as he waited for Chris’ return.
“He go to sleep okay?” Jared asked.
“Yeah, he was out like a light, started drifting off as soon as I started reading to him,” Chris smiled.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off and tossing it over the nearby chair and then unbuckled his well worn jeans, shucking them and off in the process, his shoes and socks already long gone. Leaving just his boxers on, Chris pulled up the quilt and crawled into the bed beside Jared, seeking out his lover for extra warmth.
“Jay, you gotta stop scratching,” Chris sighed once he was settled into the bed, once again grabbing at Jared’s hands to still them.
“I know, you and Jess have told me enough times already, now I know what he was talking about though, it’s practically impossible not to scratch! They are worse than mosquito bites and there are so many more of them!” Jared complained.
“Alright then, I’ve got an idea...” Chris said, mostly to himself as he quickly got up from the bed and dashed out of the room, leaving Jared staring in his wake.
Jared watched the door, wondering what had gotten into his lover, as he idly continued his scratching. It wasn’t long, no more than two minutes, before Chris returned, throwing his arms up in triumph. In one hand, Chris held his favourite pair of oven mitts while in the other he held a thick roll of black duck tape.
“What are you doing?” Jared asked nervously, pushing himself back away from the older man slightly.
“Its the only way to stop you from scratching throughout the night,” Chris smiled.
He crawled up onto the bed and made his way between Jared’s spread legs. Chris held open one of the mitts and waited for Jared to push his hand in before grabbing the tape and running it around Jared’s wrist until it was securely fastened and then repeated the procedure with the other hand, tossing the tape over his shoulder when he was done.
“You better have a good way of getting all this off of me,” was all Jared said, eyeing his hands.
Jared slapped his hands together in frustration, trying to scratch at his irritated skin and finding out that he could now do nothing to relieve the pain. Jared then started to wiggle around in the bed, rubbing against the material in what Chris saw as a hilarious manner, Chris trying his best not to laugh.
“Jay, Baby, stop it come on now, you know if you scratch at the blisters it will only make things worse, you have to relax, let’s just get some sleep,” Chris said trying to calm Jared down.
“But it itches!” Jared replied, rubbing his mitted hands over his arms harshly.
“Stop it!” Chris all but yelled, well aware of the fact that his child was sleeping in the other room and grabbed Jared’s arms, pinning them over Jared’s head on the mattress in one hand and settling his body over Jared’s, his other hand over Jared’s heart for balance.
Jared let out a pitiful whine, struggling out of Chris’ hold but unable to get the older man to let go. “What you gonna do to make me stop?” Jared asked, his pout now replaced by a sly grin.
“Your hands stay here,” Chris said, reinforcing his point by pushing Jared’s hands into the mattress once more, “If they move I stop and we just sleep,” Chris explained, his own evil grin set on his face.
Jared gulped, nodding his head slowly as Chris released his hands, he made no attempt to move his hands from where Chris had left them, his cock already half hard in his boxer shorts. Chris leant down and kissed Jared hard on the mouth, the younger man opening up for him immediately, before he pulled away and continued further south, creating a trail with his lips and tongue, mapping out the dips and plains of Jared’s body.
Chris hooked his thumbs into the elastic of Jared’s boxers before slowly pulling them all the way down and tossing the offending piece of fabric up and over his shoulder. He brought a calloused hand up and wrapped it around Jared’s thick length, holding it tight in his grip and bringing it to full hardness.
“What do you want Baby? My mouth? Or should I get you off with just my hands and nothing else?” Chris teased, his thumb swiping over the head of Jared’s cock.
“Please! Chris please!” Jared begged, his eyes squeezed shut and his whole body straining.
“You gotta tell me what you want,” Chris said, using the very tip of his tongue to trace a line from the base of Jared’s cock to the head.
“Your mouth! Please God just suck me!” Jared begged.
“Shh, keep it down, we don’t want to wake Jesse,” Chris said before taking Jared into his mouth as far as he could in one go.
Chris toyed with Jared, torturing the other man slowly and in ways he knew Jared loved. Circling his tongue around the head of Jared’s cock and increasing the suction before pulling Jared back further in. It didn’t take very long, but soon Jared was shooting jets of thick white come down Chris’ throat, and Chris was greedily drinking it all down. The older man sat back on his haunches and then leant back over Jared to kiss his lover.
“You can put your arms down now Jay,” Chris whispered into Jared’s ear, collapsing on Jared’s side panting.
Jared hesitantly brought his arms back down, holding them close to his chest as he circled in on himself and tucked his body into Chris’ chest. “What a good way to forget about the itchiness,” Jared mumbled, sleep overcoming him.
Chris pressed a kiss to Jared’s temple, wrapping his arms around Jared and drawing him in closer. “Now I just need to do this for the rest of the week,” Chris thought to himself, chuckling softly.
-end.
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Pairing: Jared/Chris
Rating: R
Word Count: ~4,000
Disclaimer: None of it is true... none
Warning: very very slight suggested mpreg
Summary: Jared and Chris' six year old son has the chicken pox, lucky for them they both have had the virus already... or so they thought...
A/N written for billysgirl5 who wanted Jared with Chicken pox :)
Jesse had been complaining for a few days about being itchy, Jared had checked him over a few times but only found what he thought were just mosquito bites, that’s why, when Jesse complained late one night about his body being really itchy, Jared just shrugged it off, holding his son close in the small child’s bed until they both fell asleep. Chris woke the next morning alone in his bed and wondered over to their son’s room, smiling at the sight before him, his two favourite boys sleeping peacefully.
“Jay? Babe, wake up, we have to get ready for work and Jesse has to go to school,” Chris whispered, crouching down besides his lover, running his fingers through his son’s soft and silky light brown hair.
“Mmm, Okay, I’m up, I’m up!” Jared yawned, absently scratching at his arm. He placed a quick kiss to Chris’ lips before carefully waking his son. “Jesse? Baby, come on sweetie, time to get up,” Jared tried.
“Daddy! It itches!” was the first thing their son said when he was fully away, his small fingers furiously scratching all over his arms, legs, stomach and back.
“Careful Jess, let me have a look,” Jared sighed.
Jared stilled his son’s hands, letting Chris take them into his work calloused ones, and lifted the young boy’s pyjama top up to his underarms. Jared hissed in sympathy at the sight of his six year old’s body covered in small red spots. The chicken pox, great.
“Oh Baby boy, that can’t be comfortable,” Chris said, looking over Jared’s shoulder. Thanking God both he and Jared had already had chicken pox when they were younger.
“It hurts!” Jesse whined, desperately trying to pull his hands out of Chris’ so that he could continue scratching. When that didn’t work, his body started squirming around on the sheets, desperately seeking out any friction to relieve the itchiness.
“Come on Jesse, stop that, we’ll get you into a nice cool bath and put some lotion on the spots, fix you right up! Looks like no school for you, how about that?” Jared said, trying to make his son feel better.
Jesse whimpered and leaned into Jared’s large body, wanting to be comforted. They sorted out Jesse, giving him a cool bath and applying the lotion before setting him up on the couch with some of his favourite movies, sitting with him and trying to make sure he didn’t scratch too much. From the looks of things it seemed like he had had the virus for a few days at least, which was lucky considering it obviously wasn’t a bad bout of the pox.
They were realised just how lucky they were when, not even two days later it seemed like the worst of the virus was over, most of the red spots healing over and the young boy complaining less and less about the itchiness. They had admittedly gone through at least three bottles of calamine lotion and had to hide all the kitchen utensils which could have been used to scratch at the back, but it seemed like everything was over.
That is, until one small red dot appeared on Jared’s stomach.
Jared and Chris were laying naked in bed together, Jesse sound asleep in his own bed, basking in the afterglow. Panting slightly and trying to come down from the high, Chris rolled over and curled into Jared’s body, his fingers gently running up and down Jared’s body. They didn’t have to say anything, long past the stage of awkward silences. Jared placed a kiss on Chris’ temple, enjoying the attention Chris was giving him, before he started to drift off to sleep.
“Jay? You did have chicken pox when you were younger right?” Chris asked after a moment, his fingers stilling.
“Yeah, back when I was Jesse’s age, Mom said I was a terror when I had them,” Jared mumbled, his eyes remaining closed.
“So what’s this then?” Chris asked, Jared’s eyes snapping open.
“What?” Jared asked, sitting up and patting his body down with his two large hands, looking for the problem.
It wasn’t the largest spot they had seen, especially not to some Jesse had, but it wasn’t small either. Sitting there, right beside Jared’s bellybutton was an obvious chicken pox spot. Chris sighed before pushing Jared back down, looking over the older man for any other spots. There were a few around the legs and several on his back, there was even one tucked up right behind Jared’s ear.
“Looks like we caught this right at the start...” Chris commented, pulling Jared into him when he had finished checking Jared’s body over.
“Do you think we should go to the doc’s?” Jared asked.
“It’s probably a good idea, we’ll drop Jesse off at school tomorrow and then take you to the doctor,” Chris suggested.
“Mmkay,” Jared agreed, snuggling further into Chris’ arms before pushing himself back quickly, “Should you be around me? What if you get it too?” Jared asked, trying to get out of the bed.
“It’s alright Jay, most likely you just got the chicken pox again, if I get it too it won’t be the end of the world, now let me hold you and make sure you don’t scratch,” Chris chuckled, pulling his lover back into his arms.
Jared sighed, allowing his body to be manhandled by Chris back into the older man’s arms. He tried not to think about it, but the harder he tried to think about something else, the itchier he became. He tried simply rubbing at the itchiness, ensuring not to use his nails but after awhile the irritation became too much and he started scratching, Chris’ arms still wrapped around his body, trying not to alert Chris to what he was doing.
“Hey! Stop that!” Chris scolded, swatting at Jared’s hands as soon as he realised what Jared was doing.
“But it hurts!” Jared whined, sounding exactly like their six year old son.
“Quit it Jay, you’ll make things worse!” Chris said, grabbing at Jared’s hands. “Let me go get that last bottle of calamine lotion we had, I’ll put it all over you then you can get some sleep,” he said carefully sliding out of the bed, his hands still holding Jared’s, “No scratching!”
Jared ‘hmpfed’, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting at Chris as the older man left the room in search of the lotion bottle. Chris came back not even two minutes later to see Jared, sitting twisted in the middle of their large king sized bed, furiously scratching at his body, one arm hooked up and over the other shoulder trying to scratch at his back while the other was twirled around his front, trying to scratch the opposite side. Chris would have laughed, had Jared’s face not looked so devastatingly sad.
“Here Jay, I have the lotion, lie down and relax, let me put it on,” Chris sighed, walking up to the bed and pushing Jared back down into the thick pillows.
Jared huffed in frustration, his fingers digging into the mattress, trying not to scratch again as Chris opened the bottle and poured some over the cotton ball. Chris spent more time than needed, lovingly applying copious amounts of calamine onto the red sores and the areas around it until Jared looked like a large lavender spotted puppy dog.
“How are you feeling?” Chris asked once he was done, the calamine drying on and cooling Jared’s skin.
“Sore... and tired,” Jared mumbled, completely worn out.
“Come here,” Chris smiled, once again pulling Jared’s body towards his and wrapping his arms around the bigger man’s body. Jared curled around Chris’ body, tucking his head underneath Chris’ chin and sighed, loving the feel of Chris’ fingers in his hair.
The next morning was crazy. With Jared’s near constant scratching and complaining and having to get Jesse ready for school, Chris was nearing his wits end. He loaded his boys into the car, Jared in the front, Jesse behind him, and drove first to the school to drop the little boy off with a kiss and a wave, before making their way to the doctor’s office. Chris signed Jared in and was told to go straight into one of the rooms to minimise the chance of spread, and in there they waited.
“Jared, stop scratching, seriously, you’re going to make it worse!” Chris said, noticing there were many more spots over Jared’s body than the night before.
“I’m trying but it really itches! It hurts!” Jared complained, not for the first time.
Chris sighed, he grabbed both of Jared’s hands into one of his and with his other free hand he turned Jared’s face to his and pushed his lips to his lover’s. They didn’t break apart until they heard a cautious cough come from the door, pulling away with one final peck, both men were panting slightly for air.
“Good morning boys,” the doctor said, taking a nearby seat.
“I’ll get you back for this later,” Jared mumbled before turning towards the doctor, his hands still in Chris’.
“What seems to be the problem?” he asked looking Jared up and down.
“I think I’ve got the chicken pox, but I know I had them when I was younger!” Jared whined.
“Let me have a look,” the doctor asked, snapping on some latex gloves. He gripped Jared’s arm carefully and examined the various shaped spots that covered Jared’s skin. “Well if you already had chicken pox as a kid then this all should be shingles, which is a different form of the same virus. Basically as the virus is stored dormant in the spinal column and some unlucky few do get it even though it is rare. This to me however definitely looks like the chicken pox, which would mean that you didn’t have them as a kid,” the doctor explained sitting back.
“Wha-? Are you sure? I know I had the spots and the itching when I was young! My Mom even tells stories about how horrible I was!” Jared argued, his fingers automatically going to scratch at his newly released arm, Chris slapping it away immediately.
“The blisters that Shingles and Chicken pox produce do look very similar, however if this was in fact shingles then it would be contained in a certain area, one half of the body at most, yours is obviously all over, now if it’s only been a recent contamination then I could give you a shot that would help control the outbreak, but most likely we will have to let the virus run its course,” the doctor said.
“My son just had it, I only got the rash last night but he’s just gotten over it,” Jared answered.
“Right, at this point I’m just going to take your temperature, are you feeling any stiffness in the neck, sensitivity to light? Vomiting or nausea?” he asked, turning towards his computer and typing something in rapidly.
“Uh... no, none of that..?” Jared said shaking his head nervously, the itchiness momentarily forgotten.
“Okay, good, just let me check this...” The doctor replied sticking the tip of the thermometer into Jared’s ear, “Slightly raised, if you do start to have any of those symptoms come back immediately, but other than that, stock up on your calamine lotion and try to stay away from adults that haven’t been infected yet, especially pregnant mom’s and dad’s or people with reduced immune systems,” he smiled.
“Will do doc, thanks for the help,” Jared said getting up to leave. Chris thanked the doctor, leaving to go with his lover.
Back in the car, Jared sighed, pulling out his cell phone and dialling his mother’s number as Chris started the car.
“Hello?” asked the elderly voice through the phone.
“Hey Ma, how are you?” Jared started.
“I’m good baby, how are you? Chris and Jesse okay?” she asked, slightly worried.
“Everyone is well Mom, just wondering, when I was young, did I get ever the chicken pox?” he asked, absently scratching the blisters on his stomach again.
“No, not that I can remember darling, why?”
“Oh, are you sure? I know you keep talking about how bad I was with scratching and...”
“Yes, you as a kid, such an explorer, you went away on camp with the school and wondered right into a poison ivy bush, came home early red as anything scratching like there was no tomorrow!” She chuckled, “Why baby? What’s going on?” She asked as an afterthought.
“Jesse just got over the chicken pox,” Jared explained.
“Oh no...”
“And I thought I had already had them...”
“So now you have them too right?” she asked sympathetically.
“Yeah.”
“My poor boy, is Chris there? Can I talk to him?”
Chris had just pulled into their driveway and had turned off the car, facing Jared to hear what was going on. Jared sighed before turning towards Chris and tossing his cell into his lover’s lap. Rubbing at his eyes, Jared exited the car and immediately made his way into his house, not bothering to wait for Chris or see if he was following or not. Chris watched Jared leave, feeling sorry for him, before picking up the phone and answering.
“Hello?”
“Chris Baby, how are things?” Sherri asked, her tone loving and sympathetic.
“I’m okay Mom, it’s just Jared, he’s already loosing it I think...” Chris sighed massaging his temple.
“Well baby I think you’re just going to have to be the man about it for the two of you for a few days now, get him some lotion, make sure he’s constantly fed or just do something to keep him busy! And word of advice Christian, if he continues scratching, get some socks and tape to put over his hands, I’m not even kidding baby,” she offered.
“Thanks Ma, for everything, I have a feeling I’m going to need it with him,” Chris said, forcing out a laugh.
“You look after my boy and call me if you need anything at all,” she said.
“Thanks Mom,” Chris said, bidding farewell to Jared’s mother and hanging up the phone.
Chris walked into the house he shared with Jared, hearing the dogs playing in the backyard and the television on low in the living room. Chris entered the lounge room and was greeted by a sorry sight, Jared was sitting in one corner of the couch, his legs pulled up and arms wrapped around them as he scratched at his blisters looking miserable. Chris bit back a smile at the sight, joining Jared on the couch, pulling Jared into his arms, holding the younger man tight against his chest.
“Are you okay?” Chris asked, his fingers easily finding their place in Jared’s hair.
“I’ve been better,” Jared admitted.
“You hungry? Want me to get the calamine lotion? Is there anything I can do for you?” Chris offered, his free hand running up and down Jared’s arms, his blunt fingernails barely scratching.
“I could eat,” Jared agreed, looking up at Chris through his lashes, trying to get some pity from his partner.
“I’ll whip something up real quick for ya, what do you think?” Chris smiled, pushing Jared’s bangs off his face in a gentle caress.
“Thanks Chris,” Jared nodded, curling into Chris once more before allowing him to get up.
The rest of the day was fairly quiet, Chris entertained Jared by following Sherrie’s advice, feeding the younger man as much as he could, reapplying the calamine lotion when needed. Jared tried his best not to scratch at the small red blisters, but they not only itched but also hurt. Chris turned on a movie at some point after lunch, holding Jared’s hands in his as they watched it, before it was time to pick Jesse up from school. He left Jared to doze on the couch, warning Jesse that his Daddy was sick and to be a good boy when they got home.
Jesse entered the house slowly, toeing off his shoes to keep the noise down as he wondered through the halls. He eyed Jared’s sleeping form before carefully approaching his daddy, the little boy carefully slid under his father’s arms and nestled in close. Jared barely awoke, recognising the feel and scent of his child immediately, he simply tightened his hold on his boy and allowed Jesse to cuddle for a little while.
“Imma make you feel better Daddy,” Jesse whispered, causing both Jared and Chris to smile.
Jared placed a kiss on the crown of Jesse’s head, Chris restraining himself from snapping a picture of the moment. “Thanks baby, I feel better already. How about you? Did you have a good day today?” Jared asked.
From there, Jared and Jesse spoke until it was dinner time. They ate dinner as a family, joking and laughing as if nothing was wrong, Chris not even scolding Jared for scratching at the blisters. Then came bath time, and for once, Jesse got ready for the bath without complaint, Chris sending up silent thanks for the small reprieve. Jared sat on the edge of the tub playing with his son as Chris cleaned the little boy, each of them splashing each other and practically getting the whole floor wet.
Chris then took Jesse to bed, reading the boy a bit of the story they were working their way through before switching out the light and closing the door behind him on his way out. Jared was already in bed, once again scratching and watching the television as he waited for Chris’ return.
“He go to sleep okay?” Jared asked.
“Yeah, he was out like a light, started drifting off as soon as I started reading to him,” Chris smiled.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off and tossing it over the nearby chair and then unbuckled his well worn jeans, shucking them and off in the process, his shoes and socks already long gone. Leaving just his boxers on, Chris pulled up the quilt and crawled into the bed beside Jared, seeking out his lover for extra warmth.
“Jay, you gotta stop scratching,” Chris sighed once he was settled into the bed, once again grabbing at Jared’s hands to still them.
“I know, you and Jess have told me enough times already, now I know what he was talking about though, it’s practically impossible not to scratch! They are worse than mosquito bites and there are so many more of them!” Jared complained.
“Alright then, I’ve got an idea...” Chris said, mostly to himself as he quickly got up from the bed and dashed out of the room, leaving Jared staring in his wake.
Jared watched the door, wondering what had gotten into his lover, as he idly continued his scratching. It wasn’t long, no more than two minutes, before Chris returned, throwing his arms up in triumph. In one hand, Chris held his favourite pair of oven mitts while in the other he held a thick roll of black duck tape.
“What are you doing?” Jared asked nervously, pushing himself back away from the older man slightly.
“Its the only way to stop you from scratching throughout the night,” Chris smiled.
He crawled up onto the bed and made his way between Jared’s spread legs. Chris held open one of the mitts and waited for Jared to push his hand in before grabbing the tape and running it around Jared’s wrist until it was securely fastened and then repeated the procedure with the other hand, tossing the tape over his shoulder when he was done.
“You better have a good way of getting all this off of me,” was all Jared said, eyeing his hands.
Jared slapped his hands together in frustration, trying to scratch at his irritated skin and finding out that he could now do nothing to relieve the pain. Jared then started to wiggle around in the bed, rubbing against the material in what Chris saw as a hilarious manner, Chris trying his best not to laugh.
“Jay, Baby, stop it come on now, you know if you scratch at the blisters it will only make things worse, you have to relax, let’s just get some sleep,” Chris said trying to calm Jared down.
“But it itches!” Jared replied, rubbing his mitted hands over his arms harshly.
“Stop it!” Chris all but yelled, well aware of the fact that his child was sleeping in the other room and grabbed Jared’s arms, pinning them over Jared’s head on the mattress in one hand and settling his body over Jared’s, his other hand over Jared’s heart for balance.
Jared let out a pitiful whine, struggling out of Chris’ hold but unable to get the older man to let go. “What you gonna do to make me stop?” Jared asked, his pout now replaced by a sly grin.
“Your hands stay here,” Chris said, reinforcing his point by pushing Jared’s hands into the mattress once more, “If they move I stop and we just sleep,” Chris explained, his own evil grin set on his face.
Jared gulped, nodding his head slowly as Chris released his hands, he made no attempt to move his hands from where Chris had left them, his cock already half hard in his boxer shorts. Chris leant down and kissed Jared hard on the mouth, the younger man opening up for him immediately, before he pulled away and continued further south, creating a trail with his lips and tongue, mapping out the dips and plains of Jared’s body.
Chris hooked his thumbs into the elastic of Jared’s boxers before slowly pulling them all the way down and tossing the offending piece of fabric up and over his shoulder. He brought a calloused hand up and wrapped it around Jared’s thick length, holding it tight in his grip and bringing it to full hardness.
“What do you want Baby? My mouth? Or should I get you off with just my hands and nothing else?” Chris teased, his thumb swiping over the head of Jared’s cock.
“Please! Chris please!” Jared begged, his eyes squeezed shut and his whole body straining.
“You gotta tell me what you want,” Chris said, using the very tip of his tongue to trace a line from the base of Jared’s cock to the head.
“Your mouth! Please God just suck me!” Jared begged.
“Shh, keep it down, we don’t want to wake Jesse,” Chris said before taking Jared into his mouth as far as he could in one go.
Chris toyed with Jared, torturing the other man slowly and in ways he knew Jared loved. Circling his tongue around the head of Jared’s cock and increasing the suction before pulling Jared back further in. It didn’t take very long, but soon Jared was shooting jets of thick white come down Chris’ throat, and Chris was greedily drinking it all down. The older man sat back on his haunches and then leant back over Jared to kiss his lover.
“You can put your arms down now Jay,” Chris whispered into Jared’s ear, collapsing on Jared’s side panting.
Jared hesitantly brought his arms back down, holding them close to his chest as he circled in on himself and tucked his body into Chris’ chest. “What a good way to forget about the itchiness,” Jared mumbled, sleep overcoming him.
Chris pressed a kiss to Jared’s temple, wrapping his arms around Jared and drawing him in closer. “Now I just need to do this for the rest of the week,” Chris thought to himself, chuckling softly.
-end.
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