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help_haiti fic, this one for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heather03nmg, a timestamp to My Social Skills Would Fit Good In Prison, with sick and grumpy Jensen.
Jared comes back from spring break with an awesome tan and, somehow, even more washboard abs. It's pretty incredible, really. Jared was already pretty hot, and now he is hotter, and he is very excited to show this off to his (if not equally, at least very) hot boyfriend.
Unfortunately, Jensen comes back from spring break with some kind of death flu.
"It's March!" says Jared, as he drags their beds apart. Jensen pointed out that, as disgustingly sweet it is that still Jared wants to cuddle him in his sickly state, life will just suck if Jared catches whatever he's got. "Who gets sick in March?"
Jensen coughs pathetically. "Fuck you."
"You could not get it up right now if you tried," says Jared. "For all I know, you are trying, and I can't even tell."
"Hate you," Jensen mutters, collapsing into his bed face first. Jared sits down next to him and strokes his hair. He missed Jensen, and he really wants to give him ridiculous hugs and be all couple-y and annoying like Jensen hates, but it's hard to take much joy in kicking him when he's down. Pissing Jensen off is really only fun when Jensen's giving as good as he gets.
"Can I get you anything?"
"You can leave me alone to die," says Jensen darkly, to his pillow.
"I live here," Jared points out.
"Right," says Jensen. He turns his head and opens one eye. "Maybe some coffee."
"Not tea?"
"Tea is gross."
"Tea is good for your throat."
"Coffee is good for my soul," says Jensen, glaring.
"Fine," says Jared. "Jesus. I'll get you some coffee."
He leans down and kisses Jensen on the forehead, which always makes him screw up his whole face, like Jared has cooties. Like Jensen does not kiss him regularly of his own volition.
"Good to see you," Jensen says, when Jared's at the door. It's very quiet, and Jared barely catches it. "Missed you. Over break."
Jared feels warm inside, happier than he did the whole two weeks he was at the beach. "Yeah," he says. "Me too."
*
"Wonder boy is sick?" asks Chad. "I thought he was, like, inhumanly perfect."
Jared thinks Chad is still jealous that Jared hooked up with Jensen, which, given that Chad was the one who didn't want anything serious and made out with other guys, is totally stupid. But Chad is kind of generally dumb.
"He's an asshole," says Jared cheerfully. "Assholes definitely get sick too."
"And you're getting him his homework?" asks Chad. "You're fucking whipped."
"I'm his roommate and his boyfriend," Jared points out. "I'm double obligated."
Chad shakes his head. "Whipped."
*
"Were you sick all break?" Jared asks. Jensen is curled up against his side, because somehow cuddling when they're awake is okay, just not cuddling when they're asleep. Jared doesn't think Jensen understands how diseases are transmitted, but even if he's unnaturally warm, Jensen is still nice to hold, so he lets it go.
Jensen coughs, a dry, racking sound that Jared feels vibrate through his chest. It makes his heart ache. "Not really," he manages, once the coughing dies down. "Last few days. I was fine the first week and a half."
"Yeah?" he asks. "What'd you do?"
Jensen makes an annoyed, huffy noise. "I'm dying and you want me to talk?"
"You're not dying, dumbass. And your throat wouldn't hurt so much if you drank your tea."
Jensen snuggles in closer, but still gives Jared the finger. "Shut up, start the DVD, and hug me, jerk."
"You must be sick, that was almost sweet," says Jared, pushing play and slipping his hand under Jensen's t-shirt. His skin is clammy and slick with sweat and fever, and he shivers a little as Jared kisses the top of his head. "Also, when I catch this, you're gonna have to make me tons of tea. All the time."
"Probably I'll still be sick when you get sick and we'll starve to death," Jensen points out. He starts coughing again, and Jared rubs soothing circles on his back. "You don't totally suck at this," he admits.
"I am a provider," says Jared smugly.
"Sure you are."
*
"Is this normal?" Jared asks Danneel, on the third day.
"Is what normal?" she asks.
"He's been sick for a while."
"Oh," says Danneel. "I was thinking your weird creepy devotion."
"I'm not weirdly and creepily devoted," says Jared. "I'm helping."
"You're sitting by his bedside wiping his gross, sweaty brow," Danneel points out, as they sit down with Kristen in the dining hall.
"It is gross," says Kristen. "I'd definitely leave Danneel to die."
"As you should, sweetie," says Danneel, giving her a kiss.
"I live with him," Jared points out. "Unless you guys want me to sleep on your couch like Jensen did--"
"No," says Kristen instantly.
"Absolutely not."
"Continue being creepily devoted."
"It's cute."
"We like it."
"Stay the fuck off our couch, Jared."
*
Jensen starts going to class on Thursday, even though he's in pretty rough shape. Jared worries the whole day, because he's totally not creepily devoted--he'd worry about any of his friends if they were sick and being stupid.
He pretty much runs out of his last class, sprints to their room and doesn't feel ridiculous when Jensen is face down on his bed.
"Bad idea?"
"Necessary," Jensen mutters. He gropes for Jared, hauls him down, and gets him on the bed. "I have to pass my classes."
"I could have stuff to do," says Jared, letting Jensen position himself against his chest. He doesn't feel as hot anymore; Jared thinks he's mostly tired.
"Cater to my every whim, bitch," says Jensen.
"Obviously," says Jared.
*
Jared shoves their beds back together the next day.
"I've got to already be infected," he points out. "Plus, you're going to class and infecting everyone else. You're the little plague monkey that could."
"I'm getting better," Jensen claims, like he hadn't been coughing so hard it sounded like he would lose a lung ten minutes ago.
"Uh huh. Are you going to take care of me in my time of need?" he asks. "Before you answer, keep in mind you are not allowed to flee to Danneel's couch. She was really not okay with that."
"You tried to flee?" asks Jensen. He sounds surprisingly betrayed.
"No, she just thought I was being creepy."
"Creepy how?"
Jared shrugs. "Too attentive."
"I appreciate it," Jensen admits. He looks flushed, but not sick. Definitely embarrassed. "First time being really sick without my mom."
"Do you drag her around and sleep on her too?"
"Obviously. Whatever warm bodies I can find."
Jared gives him a cup. "Stole you some orange juice from the dining hall, by the way."
"You know I went to the dining hall myself, right?"
"But you didn't steal yourself any orange juice, did you?"
Jensen laughs. "I didn't steal any orange juice." He gives Jared a big grin. "You're kind of a decent boyfriend, Padalecki."
"And I haven't gotten laid in weeks," he points out, innocently.
"If you want me to just lie back and not do anything while you fuck me, I could probably handle that at this point," says Jensen thoughtfully.
"Romantic."
"You could light a couple candles. Get some mood music going. Maybe some Bloodhound Gang."
Jared laughs. "Shut up. I'm never taking care of you again."
"Sweat, baby, sweat, baby," Jensen intones seriously, and Jared figures he's well enough to get smacked in the back of the head.
*
By Monday, Jensen is pretty much better. Jared can tell because, when he gets home, the entire dorm has been scrubbed spotless. Jensen has swept, vacuumed, and, apparently, polished his computer.
"Really?" asks Jared.
"What?" asks Jensen.
"It wasn't that dirty."
"I never said it was," says Jensen. "I didn't say a single word."
"Did you scrub out my drawers?" asks Jared, as he checks out his shining desk.
"I was sick," says Jensen, a touch defensively. "It's probably infected."
"Did you puke in my drawers?" he asks. "If so, why?"
"That's how they show affection in my culture," says Jensen.
"Okay, whatever. Freak. Are you ready for the important stuff?"
Jensen raises his eyebrows. "The important stuff?"
"Mostly pertaining to you being a good boyfriend."
Jensen raises his eyebrows. "Define good boyfriend."
"I don't think you told me how hot I'm looking after my spring break at the beach. My skin is a perfect golden brown, and my six-pack is nearing an eight-pack."
"That's actually kind of terrifying," says Jensen, but he cocks his head and gives Jared a slow once over, and then nods. "Yeah, you are looking a little warm." He puts the back of his hand to Jared's forehead. "Maybe you're coming down with something?"
Jared lets out a bark of laughter. "Fucking jerk."
Jensen beams. "You love it."
help_haiti fic, this one for heather03nmg, a timestamp to My Social Skills Would Fit Good In Prison, with sick and grumpy Jensen.Jared comes back from spring break with an awesome tan and, somehow, even more washboard abs. It's pretty incredible, really. Jared was already pretty hot, and now he is hotter, and he is very excited to show this off to his (if not equally, at least very) hot boyfriend.
Unfortunately, Jensen comes back from spring break with some kind of death flu.
"It's March!" says Jared, as he drags their beds apart. Jensen pointed out that, as disgustingly sweet it is that still Jared wants to cuddle him in his sickly state, life will just suck if Jared catches whatever he's got. "Who gets sick in March?"
Jensen coughs pathetically. "Fuck you."
"You could not get it up right now if you tried," says Jared. "For all I know, you are trying, and I can't even tell."
"Hate you," Jensen mutters, collapsing into his bed face first. Jared sits down next to him and strokes his hair. He missed Jensen, and he really wants to give him ridiculous hugs and be all couple-y and annoying like Jensen hates, but it's hard to take much joy in kicking him when he's down. Pissing Jensen off is really only fun when Jensen's giving as good as he gets.
"Can I get you anything?"
"You can leave me alone to die," says Jensen darkly, to his pillow.
"I live here," Jared points out.
"Right," says Jensen. He turns his head and opens one eye. "Maybe some coffee."
"Not tea?"
"Tea is gross."
"Tea is good for your throat."
"Coffee is good for my soul," says Jensen, glaring.
"Fine," says Jared. "Jesus. I'll get you some coffee."
He leans down and kisses Jensen on the forehead, which always makes him screw up his whole face, like Jared has cooties. Like Jensen does not kiss him regularly of his own volition.
"Good to see you," Jensen says, when Jared's at the door. It's very quiet, and Jared barely catches it. "Missed you. Over break."
Jared feels warm inside, happier than he did the whole two weeks he was at the beach. "Yeah," he says. "Me too."
*
"Wonder boy is sick?" asks Chad. "I thought he was, like, inhumanly perfect."
Jared thinks Chad is still jealous that Jared hooked up with Jensen, which, given that Chad was the one who didn't want anything serious and made out with other guys, is totally stupid. But Chad is kind of generally dumb.
"He's an asshole," says Jared cheerfully. "Assholes definitely get sick too."
"And you're getting him his homework?" asks Chad. "You're fucking whipped."
"I'm his roommate and his boyfriend," Jared points out. "I'm double obligated."
Chad shakes his head. "Whipped."
*
"Were you sick all break?" Jared asks. Jensen is curled up against his side, because somehow cuddling when they're awake is okay, just not cuddling when they're asleep. Jared doesn't think Jensen understands how diseases are transmitted, but even if he's unnaturally warm, Jensen is still nice to hold, so he lets it go.
Jensen coughs, a dry, racking sound that Jared feels vibrate through his chest. It makes his heart ache. "Not really," he manages, once the coughing dies down. "Last few days. I was fine the first week and a half."
"Yeah?" he asks. "What'd you do?"
Jensen makes an annoyed, huffy noise. "I'm dying and you want me to talk?"
"You're not dying, dumbass. And your throat wouldn't hurt so much if you drank your tea."
Jensen snuggles in closer, but still gives Jared the finger. "Shut up, start the DVD, and hug me, jerk."
"You must be sick, that was almost sweet," says Jared, pushing play and slipping his hand under Jensen's t-shirt. His skin is clammy and slick with sweat and fever, and he shivers a little as Jared kisses the top of his head. "Also, when I catch this, you're gonna have to make me tons of tea. All the time."
"Probably I'll still be sick when you get sick and we'll starve to death," Jensen points out. He starts coughing again, and Jared rubs soothing circles on his back. "You don't totally suck at this," he admits.
"I am a provider," says Jared smugly.
"Sure you are."
*
"Is this normal?" Jared asks Danneel, on the third day.
"Is what normal?" she asks.
"He's been sick for a while."
"Oh," says Danneel. "I was thinking your weird creepy devotion."
"I'm not weirdly and creepily devoted," says Jared. "I'm helping."
"You're sitting by his bedside wiping his gross, sweaty brow," Danneel points out, as they sit down with Kristen in the dining hall.
"It is gross," says Kristen. "I'd definitely leave Danneel to die."
"As you should, sweetie," says Danneel, giving her a kiss.
"I live with him," Jared points out. "Unless you guys want me to sleep on your couch like Jensen did--"
"No," says Kristen instantly.
"Absolutely not."
"Continue being creepily devoted."
"It's cute."
"We like it."
"Stay the fuck off our couch, Jared."
*
Jensen starts going to class on Thursday, even though he's in pretty rough shape. Jared worries the whole day, because he's totally not creepily devoted--he'd worry about any of his friends if they were sick and being stupid.
He pretty much runs out of his last class, sprints to their room and doesn't feel ridiculous when Jensen is face down on his bed.
"Bad idea?"
"Necessary," Jensen mutters. He gropes for Jared, hauls him down, and gets him on the bed. "I have to pass my classes."
"I could have stuff to do," says Jared, letting Jensen position himself against his chest. He doesn't feel as hot anymore; Jared thinks he's mostly tired.
"Cater to my every whim, bitch," says Jensen.
"Obviously," says Jared.
*
Jared shoves their beds back together the next day.
"I've got to already be infected," he points out. "Plus, you're going to class and infecting everyone else. You're the little plague monkey that could."
"I'm getting better," Jensen claims, like he hadn't been coughing so hard it sounded like he would lose a lung ten minutes ago.
"Uh huh. Are you going to take care of me in my time of need?" he asks. "Before you answer, keep in mind you are not allowed to flee to Danneel's couch. She was really not okay with that."
"You tried to flee?" asks Jensen. He sounds surprisingly betrayed.
"No, she just thought I was being creepy."
"Creepy how?"
Jared shrugs. "Too attentive."
"I appreciate it," Jensen admits. He looks flushed, but not sick. Definitely embarrassed. "First time being really sick without my mom."
"Do you drag her around and sleep on her too?"
"Obviously. Whatever warm bodies I can find."
Jared gives him a cup. "Stole you some orange juice from the dining hall, by the way."
"You know I went to the dining hall myself, right?"
"But you didn't steal yourself any orange juice, did you?"
Jensen laughs. "I didn't steal any orange juice." He gives Jared a big grin. "You're kind of a decent boyfriend, Padalecki."
"And I haven't gotten laid in weeks," he points out, innocently.
"If you want me to just lie back and not do anything while you fuck me, I could probably handle that at this point," says Jensen thoughtfully.
"Romantic."
"You could light a couple candles. Get some mood music going. Maybe some Bloodhound Gang."
Jared laughs. "Shut up. I'm never taking care of you again."
"Sweat, baby, sweat, baby," Jensen intones seriously, and Jared figures he's well enough to get smacked in the back of the head.
*
By Monday, Jensen is pretty much better. Jared can tell because, when he gets home, the entire dorm has been scrubbed spotless. Jensen has swept, vacuumed, and, apparently, polished his computer.
"Really?" asks Jared.
"What?" asks Jensen.
"It wasn't that dirty."
"I never said it was," says Jensen. "I didn't say a single word."
"Did you scrub out my drawers?" asks Jared, as he checks out his shining desk.
"I was sick," says Jensen, a touch defensively. "It's probably infected."
"Did you puke in my drawers?" he asks. "If so, why?"
"That's how they show affection in my culture," says Jensen.
"Okay, whatever. Freak. Are you ready for the important stuff?"
Jensen raises his eyebrows. "The important stuff?"
"Mostly pertaining to you being a good boyfriend."
Jensen raises his eyebrows. "Define good boyfriend."
"I don't think you told me how hot I'm looking after my spring break at the beach. My skin is a perfect golden brown, and my six-pack is nearing an eight-pack."
"That's actually kind of terrifying," says Jensen, but he cocks his head and gives Jared a slow once over, and then nods. "Yeah, you are looking a little warm." He puts the back of his hand to Jared's forehead. "Maybe you're coming down with something?"
Jared lets out a bark of laughter. "Fucking jerk."
Jensen beams. "You love it."