Fic: Caring is Sharing (Until it's Not)
Title: Caring is Sharing (Until it's Not)
Author: solarbaby614
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 611
Summary: Kris is sick (and kinda slutty) and Adam comforts him (and almost gets groped).
Notes: Written for my schmoop_bingo card for the prompt illness-minor and kradam_kiss . Also, my first finished Kradam fic and RPS fic in general. It was just something to distract me from my beetlejuce!fusion Kradam fic. Also can I have a author's tag please?
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“I don’t know what possessed me to drink after Cale in the first place,” Kris moaned, curling up underneath the covers. He shivered even under the duvet and multiple blankets that had been placed over him. “I knew he was sick.”
The bed dipped and he flinched as some of the covers were dislodge and the cold air sent a shiver through him. It immediately stopped and the body began to move away from him and Kris’ arm shot out, stopping him dead in his tracks.
“Uh-uh,” he whined, tightening his grip and tugging. “Stay.” Kris’s voice was raspy, rough from being gone for the past few days.
Adam just looked unsure, but moved up beside him at Kris’s prodding. There was a barely there grimace as the bed jarred no matter how careful Adam was but his face was determined and his grip never faltered. “You’re awfully pushy when your sick.”
All he got in response was an affirmative noise as Kris shifted up until he was curled up against him. “Comfy,” was muttered into his shirt.
Adam couldn’t help but grin down at the top of the head that was currently buried in his stomach. One hand was clutched into his shirt while a leg was thrown over his, as if Kris was afraid Adam would try and leave. He couldn't help but snort under his breath at the thought.
Kris mumbled something into his shirt that might have been a protest but came out as unrecognizable gibberish.
Leaning down, he pressed a kiss down on to the mop of hair. "You're warm," Adam said, almost surprised.
"Nuh-uh. I'm cold," came the reply. There was an unconscious shiver, as if his body was trying to make a point. "And sick," he added as an after thought. "What did you expect?"
He frowned down at him. “You should probably sleep.”
"You feel nice," Kris said, squirming and rubbing a hand down his chest as if that was a completely appropriate response to his statement.
Adam could already feel his body start to respond to his boyfriend’s actions and grabbed his wrist before it could descend any farther. “I hardly think you’re in any condition to continue with that particular train of thought.”
Kris stuck his tongue out and pressed his hand against Adam's mouth as he came swooping down for a kiss. "Not a chance."
There was an adorably confused expression on Adam's face before he said, "Why?”
"It’s called the kissing disease for a reason."
Adam hmm'ed under his breath before swooping down to place his lips to the neck that was bared before him. There was an unnatural heat coming off the skin of the squirming boy in his lap. He gave a quick nip and pulled back, receiving a whine for his efforts.
"Come on," he said, pulling Kris back against him and tucking the covers around him. "You need rest."
Kris blinked up at him for a moment, believing he was joking, then rolled his eyes. "You're such a tease."
He shook his head and maneuvered Kris until he was laying against Adam’s chest. There was a few moments of protest until Kris gradually relaxed against him.
"And a bully too." The words had no heat to them, more of a pout than anything.
Adam just pressed his lips to Kris’s forehead, smiling as he practically melted against him. Sick or not, Kris was easy. “Just go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up?”
For a moment he thought Kris was going to argue but instead he just asked, “Promise?”
“Promise.”
Kris nodded and let his eyes drift shut, trusting. Moments later he was asleep.
Author: solarbaby614
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 611
Summary: Kris is sick (and kinda slutty) and Adam comforts him (and almost gets groped).
Notes: Written for my schmoop_bingo card for the prompt illness-minor and kradam_kiss . Also, my first finished Kradam fic and RPS fic in general. It was just something to distract me from my beetlejuce!fusion Kradam fic. Also can I have a author's tag please?
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“I don’t know what possessed me to drink after Cale in the first place,” Kris moaned, curling up underneath the covers. He shivered even under the duvet and multiple blankets that had been placed over him. “I knew he was sick.”
The bed dipped and he flinched as some of the covers were dislodge and the cold air sent a shiver through him. It immediately stopped and the body began to move away from him and Kris’ arm shot out, stopping him dead in his tracks.
“Uh-uh,” he whined, tightening his grip and tugging. “Stay.” Kris’s voice was raspy, rough from being gone for the past few days.
Adam just looked unsure, but moved up beside him at Kris’s prodding. There was a barely there grimace as the bed jarred no matter how careful Adam was but his face was determined and his grip never faltered. “You’re awfully pushy when your sick.”
All he got in response was an affirmative noise as Kris shifted up until he was curled up against him. “Comfy,” was muttered into his shirt.
Adam couldn’t help but grin down at the top of the head that was currently buried in his stomach. One hand was clutched into his shirt while a leg was thrown over his, as if Kris was afraid Adam would try and leave. He couldn't help but snort under his breath at the thought.
Kris mumbled something into his shirt that might have been a protest but came out as unrecognizable gibberish.
Leaning down, he pressed a kiss down on to the mop of hair. "You're warm," Adam said, almost surprised.
"Nuh-uh. I'm cold," came the reply. There was an unconscious shiver, as if his body was trying to make a point. "And sick," he added as an after thought. "What did you expect?"
He frowned down at him. “You should probably sleep.”
"You feel nice," Kris said, squirming and rubbing a hand down his chest as if that was a completely appropriate response to his statement.
Adam could already feel his body start to respond to his boyfriend’s actions and grabbed his wrist before it could descend any farther. “I hardly think you’re in any condition to continue with that particular train of thought.”
Kris stuck his tongue out and pressed his hand against Adam's mouth as he came swooping down for a kiss. "Not a chance."
There was an adorably confused expression on Adam's face before he said, "Why?”
"It’s called the kissing disease for a reason."
Adam hmm'ed under his breath before swooping down to place his lips to the neck that was bared before him. There was an unnatural heat coming off the skin of the squirming boy in his lap. He gave a quick nip and pulled back, receiving a whine for his efforts.
"Come on," he said, pulling Kris back against him and tucking the covers around him. "You need rest."
Kris blinked up at him for a moment, believing he was joking, then rolled his eyes. "You're such a tease."
He shook his head and maneuvered Kris until he was laying against Adam’s chest. There was a few moments of protest until Kris gradually relaxed against him.
"And a bully too." The words had no heat to them, more of a pout than anything.
Adam just pressed his lips to Kris’s forehead, smiling as he practically melted against him. Sick or not, Kris was easy. “Just go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up?”
For a moment he thought Kris was going to argue but instead he just asked, “Promise?”
“Promise.”
Kris nodded and let his eyes drift shut, trusting. Moments later he was asleep.