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whitereflection) wrote2010-11-27 04:10 pm
whitereflection) wrote2010-11-27 04:10 pm
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I still think my brother proves that lawyers are lawful evil
Ffffff, I think I've come down with something again. T___T I have the worst immune system EVER.
Got to see my brother and his gf, though. Went out with them, Mom, and the husband to this hole in the wall Chinese place that for some reason everyone else in my family loves. Was a cool chance to catch up with them at least. Even if they did taunt me with the fact that there's tons of dim sum places out in Denver.
Re: WoW-- I...give up. Even though some of their forms are horrid, I'm gonna try a troll druid. And maybe I'll leave my horde hunter as a troll, too. I really do like troll gals. They just look and sound cool.
Day 27 11/27/10 2:04-3:52
Don't get him, wrong--Jensen loved Jared. There was no doubt of that. He just really hated when Jared got sick.
Really, really hated.
A sick Jared was a whiny Jared, a petulant Jared. A needy, demanding Jared. And that wasn't even going at all into how a sick Jared was a gross Jared. When sweaty, he was bad enough--unless he was sweaty during sex, in which case Jensen had no compunctions against licking him to taste it.
But when he was ill, Jared just ended up drenched. Not to mention got sniffly and sneezy, coughing and wheezy; if there was something he could expectorate, he did so. Jensen sort of wanted to rub himself down with hand sanitizer just thinking about it.
So, well, the last time Jared had gotten sick, Jensen...might have told him all that. In excrutiating detail.
At the time, he'd woken up with Jared bear-hugging him in his sleep as if his arms and legs were octopus tentacles, and Jensen's shirt and shorts had been half-soaked through with Jared's sweat. His boyfriend had snuggled against him in his sleep, nuzzled against Jensen's neck...then proceeded to sneeze on him.
Honestly, Jensen had been justifiably upset. Really. He hadn't felt guilty about grouching at Jared then at all, not even when he'd made poor, little, sniffly puppy eyes at Jensen.
Okay, so he'd brought home a bag of sour gummy worms from the store after Jared had gotten better and could taste again, but that was totally unrelated. Really.
Jensen supposed that all explained why Jared had been acting oddly recently. The last week, his boyfriend had been shrugging off the occasional sneeze with the excuse of allergies. Honestly, Jensen didn't remember Jared being allergic to anything.
"They can develop when you're an adult," he explained when Jensen noticed him sniffling into a kleenex.
Who knew, maybe he was telling the truth, so Jensen let it go even as it went on for nearly a week. Jared seemed fine enough otherwise--after all, he was still getting up earlier than Jensen every day.
When Jensen finally forced himself out of bed that morning, the dogs were all but bouncing around, brimming with boundless energy. It occurred to him that it was odd they hadn't already worn themselves out from running with Jared. After letting them tumble out the back door into the yard, he padded through the kitchen, finally spotting Jared in the living room.
Jared was curled up on the couch, eating breakfast and watching TV. His hair curled damply against his neck like he'd already showered, and he smiled, waggling his fingers in a silent wave when Jensen said, "Morning."
Huh. Showering without having actually gone for a run, oatmeal and tea instead of cold cereal and coffee, a long sleeve shirt and sweats like he was trying to stay warm? And since when did Jared stay silent instead of saying something, even if he was eating? (This from the guy who had no problems talking with his mouth full when he felt like it--or even showing off what he was chewing if the mood struck him.) Yeah, enough with the whole allergies charade.
"You're sick." Jensen leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, arching an eyebrow at Jared's innocent look. "You are, aren't you?"
Jared shook his head, eyes wide and guileless.
Jensen snorted. "Yeah, well, prove it."
Swallowing as he set his bowl on the coffee table, Jared--carefully--cleared his throat. "I don't know what you're talking about." His voice was croaky, darned near wrecked, and he winced, looking rueful. "Man, I dunno what's the deal lately. Pollens this fall have just been kickin' my--"
"Give it up, dude," said Jensen, moving across the room to sit on the couch next to him. "You're not fooling anyone. Especially not me." Jared tried to duck away as Jensen reached out to feel his forehead, but he finally managed to get his hand under Jared's bangs, his skin overly warm against Jensen's palm. Maybe he had showered, but there was no doubt that was dampness from fever, too. "That's what I thought."
"Sorry," Jared sighed. "I know you don't like it, so I've been trying to keep it to myself."
"I did apologize for what I said that last time, remember?"
"You did?"
"The gummy worms?"
"Oh. Oh!"
"Yeah. 'Oh.'" Jensen swatted Jared lightly on the chest. "So don't go trying to pretend you're fine. If you're sick, just be sick. I'll deal with it."
Jared sort of seemed to sag, leaning back against the couch cushions and resting his head on the wall behind. Jensen wondered how he'd been able to act like he'd been bright-eyed and bushy-tailed the past few days, because now that he was paying close attention, his boyfriend looked wiped out. Rode hard and put up wet, as one of his grandfathers used to say.
"Really, it's not that bad," Jared said, voice rough and gravelly. "And I know I really do make a big production out of it sometimes."
Jensen shrugged. "Well then, stop doing that." He manhandled Jared until the other man was leaning against him, head on his shoulder. "Just don't feel like you have to hide it. Like you could anyway. When you get congested you snore like the horn of a semi. Hard not to notice."
Jared huffed and poked him in the ribs. "You're so nice to me," he said, sticking out his tongue.
"I try." Jensen could take the high road and act like the mature one in their relationship, but really, he'd just gotten up and hadn't gotten any coffee yet--so he stuck out his tongue in return.
Jared's breath hitched, and he abruptly twisted away to sneeze into the crook of his arm. Reaching over to the box of kleenexes on the end table, Jensen offered Jared a tissue, tucking his boyfriend back against him after he blew his nose.
"See, told you we'd deal with it."
"Mmm," Jared made a sound of agreement against his shoulder. "But still, I really do get all gross and disgusting..."
"Then I'll get a hazmat suit."
Jared grinned at him. "You've thought of everything, haven't you?"
"Yep," he replied. "I'm awesome like that."
"You are," Jared said with such certainty and fondness that Jensen couldn't find it in himself to complain when his boyfriend then sniffled loudly all but right against his ear. He just handed him another kleenex, tightening his arm around Jared.
He so was getting a shower later. Maybe two. But for the moment, he let Jared lean until he dozed off against Jensen's shoulder, raspy breathing and rumbly snoring tickling against Jensen's face.
(1115)
***
Wonder how I'm gonna get the day's writing in tomorrow. Have James' D&D game during the day (still need to write up a barbarian), then the Thanksgiving get together at our friends' place in the evening. Might have to resort to writing crap haiku during the game or something.
Got to see my brother and his gf, though. Went out with them, Mom, and the husband to this hole in the wall Chinese place that for some reason everyone else in my family loves. Was a cool chance to catch up with them at least. Even if they did taunt me with the fact that there's tons of dim sum places out in Denver.
Re: WoW-- I...give up. Even though some of their forms are horrid, I'm gonna try a troll druid. And maybe I'll leave my horde hunter as a troll, too. I really do like troll gals. They just look and sound cool.
Day 27 11/27/10 2:04-3:52
Don't get him, wrong--Jensen loved Jared. There was no doubt of that. He just really hated when Jared got sick.
Really, really hated.
A sick Jared was a whiny Jared, a petulant Jared. A needy, demanding Jared. And that wasn't even going at all into how a sick Jared was a gross Jared. When sweaty, he was bad enough--unless he was sweaty during sex, in which case Jensen had no compunctions against licking him to taste it.
But when he was ill, Jared just ended up drenched. Not to mention got sniffly and sneezy, coughing and wheezy; if there was something he could expectorate, he did so. Jensen sort of wanted to rub himself down with hand sanitizer just thinking about it.
So, well, the last time Jared had gotten sick, Jensen...might have told him all that. In excrutiating detail.
At the time, he'd woken up with Jared bear-hugging him in his sleep as if his arms and legs were octopus tentacles, and Jensen's shirt and shorts had been half-soaked through with Jared's sweat. His boyfriend had snuggled against him in his sleep, nuzzled against Jensen's neck...then proceeded to sneeze on him.
Honestly, Jensen had been justifiably upset. Really. He hadn't felt guilty about grouching at Jared then at all, not even when he'd made poor, little, sniffly puppy eyes at Jensen.
Okay, so he'd brought home a bag of sour gummy worms from the store after Jared had gotten better and could taste again, but that was totally unrelated. Really.
Jensen supposed that all explained why Jared had been acting oddly recently. The last week, his boyfriend had been shrugging off the occasional sneeze with the excuse of allergies. Honestly, Jensen didn't remember Jared being allergic to anything.
"They can develop when you're an adult," he explained when Jensen noticed him sniffling into a kleenex.
Who knew, maybe he was telling the truth, so Jensen let it go even as it went on for nearly a week. Jared seemed fine enough otherwise--after all, he was still getting up earlier than Jensen every day.
When Jensen finally forced himself out of bed that morning, the dogs were all but bouncing around, brimming with boundless energy. It occurred to him that it was odd they hadn't already worn themselves out from running with Jared. After letting them tumble out the back door into the yard, he padded through the kitchen, finally spotting Jared in the living room.
Jared was curled up on the couch, eating breakfast and watching TV. His hair curled damply against his neck like he'd already showered, and he smiled, waggling his fingers in a silent wave when Jensen said, "Morning."
Huh. Showering without having actually gone for a run, oatmeal and tea instead of cold cereal and coffee, a long sleeve shirt and sweats like he was trying to stay warm? And since when did Jared stay silent instead of saying something, even if he was eating? (This from the guy who had no problems talking with his mouth full when he felt like it--or even showing off what he was chewing if the mood struck him.) Yeah, enough with the whole allergies charade.
"You're sick." Jensen leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, arching an eyebrow at Jared's innocent look. "You are, aren't you?"
Jared shook his head, eyes wide and guileless.
Jensen snorted. "Yeah, well, prove it."
Swallowing as he set his bowl on the coffee table, Jared--carefully--cleared his throat. "I don't know what you're talking about." His voice was croaky, darned near wrecked, and he winced, looking rueful. "Man, I dunno what's the deal lately. Pollens this fall have just been kickin' my--"
"Give it up, dude," said Jensen, moving across the room to sit on the couch next to him. "You're not fooling anyone. Especially not me." Jared tried to duck away as Jensen reached out to feel his forehead, but he finally managed to get his hand under Jared's bangs, his skin overly warm against Jensen's palm. Maybe he had showered, but there was no doubt that was dampness from fever, too. "That's what I thought."
"Sorry," Jared sighed. "I know you don't like it, so I've been trying to keep it to myself."
"I did apologize for what I said that last time, remember?"
"You did?"
"The gummy worms?"
"Oh. Oh!"
"Yeah. 'Oh.'" Jensen swatted Jared lightly on the chest. "So don't go trying to pretend you're fine. If you're sick, just be sick. I'll deal with it."
Jared sort of seemed to sag, leaning back against the couch cushions and resting his head on the wall behind. Jensen wondered how he'd been able to act like he'd been bright-eyed and bushy-tailed the past few days, because now that he was paying close attention, his boyfriend looked wiped out. Rode hard and put up wet, as one of his grandfathers used to say.
"Really, it's not that bad," Jared said, voice rough and gravelly. "And I know I really do make a big production out of it sometimes."
Jensen shrugged. "Well then, stop doing that." He manhandled Jared until the other man was leaning against him, head on his shoulder. "Just don't feel like you have to hide it. Like you could anyway. When you get congested you snore like the horn of a semi. Hard not to notice."
Jared huffed and poked him in the ribs. "You're so nice to me," he said, sticking out his tongue.
"I try." Jensen could take the high road and act like the mature one in their relationship, but really, he'd just gotten up and hadn't gotten any coffee yet--so he stuck out his tongue in return.
Jared's breath hitched, and he abruptly twisted away to sneeze into the crook of his arm. Reaching over to the box of kleenexes on the end table, Jensen offered Jared a tissue, tucking his boyfriend back against him after he blew his nose.
"See, told you we'd deal with it."
"Mmm," Jared made a sound of agreement against his shoulder. "But still, I really do get all gross and disgusting..."
"Then I'll get a hazmat suit."
Jared grinned at him. "You've thought of everything, haven't you?"
"Yep," he replied. "I'm awesome like that."
"You are," Jared said with such certainty and fondness that Jensen couldn't find it in himself to complain when his boyfriend then sniffled loudly all but right against his ear. He just handed him another kleenex, tightening his arm around Jared.
He so was getting a shower later. Maybe two. But for the moment, he let Jared lean until he dozed off against Jensen's shoulder, raspy breathing and rumbly snoring tickling against Jensen's face.
(1115)
***
Wonder how I'm gonna get the day's writing in tomorrow. Have James' D&D game during the day (still need to write up a barbarian), then the Thanksgiving get together at our friends' place in the evening. Might have to resort to writing crap haiku during the game or something.