J/C fic - Stubborn to the Bone
Title: Stubborn to the Bone
Pairing: Jared/Chris
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,000
Beta: billysgirl5
Disclaimer: None of it is true... none
Warning: Some swearing... like once...
Summary: Chris comes home late from a shoot and worries Jared with the reason.
A/N written a while ago because of this article here
Jared was sprawled over the couch when Chris came home, relaxing with the TV on low as he drifted in and out of sleep. Chris had called and said he was going to be late coming back from filming, and Jared wanted to still be up when he finally did make it home.
“Jared? You still up, Baby?” Chris called as he made his way to the lounge room.
“Yeah, been waiting for ya, you know I don’t like going to bed without you,” Jared responded, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he stood and stretched.
“Well, I’m home now, let’s go to bed. I’m beat,” Chris said quickly approaching Jared and bringing the taller man into a bone-crushing embrace. “Love you,” he whispered, his face hidden in Jared’s neck.
“Love you, too. Why’d they have you stay back so long,” Jared questioned as he tried to pull back.
Chris however didn’t budge from his hiding spot, his arms locked in tight as he held Jared close. “Something happened at work today, don’t want you to be mad,” Chris mumbled, his lips brushing against Jared’s warm skin.
“I won’t be mad. What happened?” Jared asked, concern in his voice.
Chris finally pulled back allowing Jared to see his face, wincing as Jared’s mouth fell open and his eyes widened in shock. “Fuck! What happened, Chris?” Jared asked, his hand moving to cup Chris’ skull as his thumb rubbed soothing circles near the side of Chris’ forehead.
A large gash ran through Chris’ eyebrow, which had to be partially shaved to make room for the black stitches, blood and sour smelling disinfectant surrounding the wound filling Jared’s nostrils as he leant forward and placed a tender kiss to the middle of Chris’ forehead.
“A stunt gone bad, I’ll be wearing a hat for the rest of the episode so no one sees it,” Chris explained. “I’m tired. Can we go to bed?” Chris begged, having been poked and prodded for the last few hours already.
“Sure, but why didn’t you tell me? I would have come to the hospital, picked you up at least, God! Please don’t tell me you drove yourself home!” Jared said.
“No! I didn’t tell you, because I didn’t want to worry you. They had the driver take me home; it was no problem. I have tomorrow off, too. They’re giving me some time to rest, so I’m all yours!” Chris said trying to smile, even though simply smiling made his head ache.
Something on his face must have given him away, because Jared immediately started moving them towards their bedroom, sitting the older man down on the edge of their large king-sized bed and started removing his clothes for him.
“Just let me do this for you, you relax,” Jared whispered when Chris moved to take off his shirt. Chris’ arms hung loosely at his sides, barely having the energy to do anything else, all the adrenaline that was keeping him going now long gone. “Arms up,” Jared asked as he pulled the shirt up and over his head. “There you go, now you can lie back. Did they give you anything you have to take for the pain?” Jared asked.
“Nah,” Chris said, he would have shaken his head, but he knew that it would have hurt like hell, “I have a prescription to fill out, but that can be done later. Right now, I just want to sleep, and I want you here with me,” Chris asked, his eyelids becoming heavier.
“I’m right here,” Jared said curling his body into Chris’, Jared’s hand finding its way to Chris’ head where he immediately started massaging the skull, the pain leaving almost instantly.
“Thank you,” Chris sighed.
“Anytime Chris, sleep now,” Jared replied placing a quick kiss to Chris’ temple.
Chris slept through the night, Jared taking care of him until sleep overcame him, too. The next day, both men stayed in bed until late in the afternoon, Jared only getting up to retrieve some water, food and painkillers for Chris who simply enjoyed all the attention he was receiving.
“So how bad was it?” Jared finally asked.
“A severed muscle, bruised bone and 17 stitches later, here I am being pampered by you. Wasn’t that bad,” Chris shrugged.
“Fuck, Chris, stop trying to be the hero. Does it still hurt?” Jared asked.
“Not so much when you’re here,” Chris blushed. He wasn’t usually this soft, especially while he had his head in Eliot’s, but Jared always managed to help him shrug off the armor he had set up around himself.
“Good thing I ain’t going anywhere,” Jared responded, swatting Chris’ hand away from the wound. “Here, let me clean that up for you,” Jared said, damp towel already in hand, as he settled himself in front of Chris, using the soft fabric to wash away the blood and disinfectant from Chris’ face.
Jared was so gentle and careful at what he was doing that Chris didn’t even wince once. The nurse had been a bitch and stabbed the needle roughly into his skin causing him to fight off tears, but Jared washed even those memories away.
“Next time, just call me, please,” Jared asked, breaking the silence.
“I promise,” Chris agreed, thinking how much better it would have been had Jared been there to hold his hand, or well, at least be there for him.
“Not that there will be a next time!” Jared rushed to add.
“I’ll do my best,” Chris agreed.
Jared went to place the towel in the washing basket for later, returning to sit beside Chris as he once again swatted Chris’ work-roughened hands away from his face. “Don’t you dare pull out those damned stitches!” Jared warned.
A few days later, the article came out, and there in the black print were the vague details about Chris’ accident, as well as the fact that he had pulled the stitches out himself. Damned stubborn man!
Let me know what you think!? :)
Pairing: Jared/Chris
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,000
Beta: billysgirl5
Disclaimer: None of it is true... none
Warning: Some swearing... like once...
Summary: Chris comes home late from a shoot and worries Jared with the reason.
A/N written a while ago because of this article here
Jared was sprawled over the couch when Chris came home, relaxing with the TV on low as he drifted in and out of sleep. Chris had called and said he was going to be late coming back from filming, and Jared wanted to still be up when he finally did make it home.
“Jared? You still up, Baby?” Chris called as he made his way to the lounge room.
“Yeah, been waiting for ya, you know I don’t like going to bed without you,” Jared responded, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he stood and stretched.
“Well, I’m home now, let’s go to bed. I’m beat,” Chris said quickly approaching Jared and bringing the taller man into a bone-crushing embrace. “Love you,” he whispered, his face hidden in Jared’s neck.
“Love you, too. Why’d they have you stay back so long,” Jared questioned as he tried to pull back.
Chris however didn’t budge from his hiding spot, his arms locked in tight as he held Jared close. “Something happened at work today, don’t want you to be mad,” Chris mumbled, his lips brushing against Jared’s warm skin.
“I won’t be mad. What happened?” Jared asked, concern in his voice.
Chris finally pulled back allowing Jared to see his face, wincing as Jared’s mouth fell open and his eyes widened in shock. “Fuck! What happened, Chris?” Jared asked, his hand moving to cup Chris’ skull as his thumb rubbed soothing circles near the side of Chris’ forehead.
A large gash ran through Chris’ eyebrow, which had to be partially shaved to make room for the black stitches, blood and sour smelling disinfectant surrounding the wound filling Jared’s nostrils as he leant forward and placed a tender kiss to the middle of Chris’ forehead.
“A stunt gone bad, I’ll be wearing a hat for the rest of the episode so no one sees it,” Chris explained. “I’m tired. Can we go to bed?” Chris begged, having been poked and prodded for the last few hours already.
“Sure, but why didn’t you tell me? I would have come to the hospital, picked you up at least, God! Please don’t tell me you drove yourself home!” Jared said.
“No! I didn’t tell you, because I didn’t want to worry you. They had the driver take me home; it was no problem. I have tomorrow off, too. They’re giving me some time to rest, so I’m all yours!” Chris said trying to smile, even though simply smiling made his head ache.
Something on his face must have given him away, because Jared immediately started moving them towards their bedroom, sitting the older man down on the edge of their large king-sized bed and started removing his clothes for him.
“Just let me do this for you, you relax,” Jared whispered when Chris moved to take off his shirt. Chris’ arms hung loosely at his sides, barely having the energy to do anything else, all the adrenaline that was keeping him going now long gone. “Arms up,” Jared asked as he pulled the shirt up and over his head. “There you go, now you can lie back. Did they give you anything you have to take for the pain?” Jared asked.
“Nah,” Chris said, he would have shaken his head, but he knew that it would have hurt like hell, “I have a prescription to fill out, but that can be done later. Right now, I just want to sleep, and I want you here with me,” Chris asked, his eyelids becoming heavier.
“I’m right here,” Jared said curling his body into Chris’, Jared’s hand finding its way to Chris’ head where he immediately started massaging the skull, the pain leaving almost instantly.
“Thank you,” Chris sighed.
“Anytime Chris, sleep now,” Jared replied placing a quick kiss to Chris’ temple.
Chris slept through the night, Jared taking care of him until sleep overcame him, too. The next day, both men stayed in bed until late in the afternoon, Jared only getting up to retrieve some water, food and painkillers for Chris who simply enjoyed all the attention he was receiving.
“So how bad was it?” Jared finally asked.
“A severed muscle, bruised bone and 17 stitches later, here I am being pampered by you. Wasn’t that bad,” Chris shrugged.
“Fuck, Chris, stop trying to be the hero. Does it still hurt?” Jared asked.
“Not so much when you’re here,” Chris blushed. He wasn’t usually this soft, especially while he had his head in Eliot’s, but Jared always managed to help him shrug off the armor he had set up around himself.
“Good thing I ain’t going anywhere,” Jared responded, swatting Chris’ hand away from the wound. “Here, let me clean that up for you,” Jared said, damp towel already in hand, as he settled himself in front of Chris, using the soft fabric to wash away the blood and disinfectant from Chris’ face.
Jared was so gentle and careful at what he was doing that Chris didn’t even wince once. The nurse had been a bitch and stabbed the needle roughly into his skin causing him to fight off tears, but Jared washed even those memories away.
“Next time, just call me, please,” Jared asked, breaking the silence.
“I promise,” Chris agreed, thinking how much better it would have been had Jared been there to hold his hand, or well, at least be there for him.
“Not that there will be a next time!” Jared rushed to add.
“I’ll do my best,” Chris agreed.
Jared went to place the towel in the washing basket for later, returning to sit beside Chris as he once again swatted Chris’ work-roughened hands away from his face. “Don’t you dare pull out those damned stitches!” Jared warned.
A few days later, the article came out, and there in the black print were the vague details about Chris’ accident, as well as the fact that he had pulled the stitches out himself. Damned stubborn man!
Let me know what you think!? :)