Sick TrickyFish

[raynedanserwrites]

Chris pursed his lips together and glared at Lance as he crossed his arms over his chest. He shook his head and clamped his jaw shut. He shifted his weight in the seat. Uncrossed and recrossed his legs and shook his head. Lance wasn’t going to make him. Uh uh, no way.

“Chris,” Lance said firmly.

Chris shook his head again. He was getting a cramp in his jaw from holding it shut so tightly.

Lance sat back in his own chair and sighed. Chris snorted. Lance, usually so very patient with him, was losing it. Chris continued to sit stiffly in his seat, staring at the wall opposite them. He stared until his eyes ached almost as much as his jaw.

There was a steaming mug on the table. It smelled good, but Chris knew that was deceiving. He knew its contents didn’t taste nearly as good as it smelled. He pushed it away and frowned when Lance pushed it back. He tried to push it away again, but Lance hadn’t moved his hand away and the mug didn’t budge.

“You have to drink this, Chris,” Lance said quietly as he nudged the mug a little bit closer.

“Do not. And you can’t make me,” he croaked, his voice cracking. He winced and tried not to look at Lance. Instead, he tugged the blanket tighter around his shoulders and sniffled.

Lance smirked. “No? Drink. Chris.”

Chris sighed. Maybe, just maybe if he drank the stuff, Lance would leave him alone. Let him get some sleep. He glared at Lance and picked up the mug, sniffed it cautiously, and sipped. It felt good. Soothing. He wouldn’t give Lance the satisfaction though and forced himself to keep drinking slowly. Eventually, he set the empty mug down on the table.

“Happy now?” he asked quietly.

Lance leaned over and kissed him softly. “Very. Let’s get you to bed.”

And that, Chris decided, made drinking the foul stuff worth while, he thought smugly as he followed Lance to the bedroom.

Comments

[musiclover03.livejournal.com]

Awwww! So very cute. Comfort fic is always good :) Chris must be an unruly patient LOL

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

I can't even IMAGINE having to take care of him sick or any other way. Whomever does it would deserve a merit badge and a big bottle of vodka. Or something. lol

[beckyo.livejournal.com]

Ohhh... *smile*

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

heee!!!

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

Right. Tastes rank, but feels SO damn good when you're sickly feeling. :D

[vaudevilles.livejournal.com]

I can't think of anything worse than babysitting a sick Chris. Well... a few things. *g*

Cuteness!

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

I can't imagine he's very cooperative. *g*

Thanks!

[bellamyrose.livejournal.com]

Aww. Poor Chris. Lance making him take that yucky medicine really hurt his feelings. Loved this.

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

Oh I'm sure Lance will make it up to him. ;-)

Thanks!

[faithette.livejournal.com]

Awwwwww, I love this!

“You have to drink this, Chris,” Lance said quietly as he nudged the mug a little bit closer.

“Do not. And you can’t make me,” he croaked, his voice cracking. He winced and tried not to look at Lance. Instead, he tugged the blanket tighter around his shoulders and sniffled.

Lance smirked. “No? Drink. Chris.”

This SO fits my images of Chris and Lance lol... especially Chris *snickers*

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

heee!! Thanks baby. Yeah, I can see him being all pouty and stuff, and still not getting his way. :D

[turlough]

That was cute!

Taking care of sick Chris must be a nightmare! Lance is a hero :-)

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

Am I the only person who doesn't think Chris would be the Worst Patient Ever? I soley reserve that for La Timberlake. I'm with Chris on this one though, TheraFlu is nasty. [and dangerous, though that's probably my allergies talking]