You Make Bathtime So Much Fun 15.2
Title: You Make Bathtime So Much Fun
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Demarc 15.2
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: 10_per_genre 06 Illness (angst/tragedy)
Word Count: 1677
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Alan is feeling under the weather, so Robert draws him a bath.
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Where it all began
Big table of prompts is here
Order of the story is here
Previous story:
Heading Home
Alan woke up in a tangled nest of blankets. It took him a minute to realize that Robert was not next to him, though he pawed through the blankets to make sure. He thought that they had gone to bed at around 10 am, and it was now approaching 5 pm. The wind whipped rain against the window and Alan glared at the outside drizzle.
After getting free of the blankets, he quietly walked into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine that he was back in Portugal, but the smells and sounds were all wrong. He didn't know how long he stood there, head bowed over the sink, trying to remember every single detail of the last week. A tap on the door scattered the fragile pictures. Alan sighed softly and opened the door.
“I heard you go in. That was almost 20 minutes ago. You okay?”
“Yeah. Almost done.”
“Okay.” Robert stepped back, giving Alan his space.
Alan used the toilet, then joined Robert, who was waiting not too far away.
“I didn’t know when you would be up. Maybe we could go out, catch some dinner, fill up those bare shelves of yours?”
"How ‘bout take-away tonight and shopping tomorrow, I'm still groggy and just want to stay in." Alan advanced on Robert and pulled him into a sleepy embrace.
Robert smiled as the warm body surrounded him, then thought it seemed a little too warm. He pulled back and felt Alan's forehead. "Do you feel okay? You seem a little warm."
Alan furrowed his brow. He did feel a little warm, but he had just thought it was due to the stuffy unlived-in state of his flat. "I feel fine," he said cautiously, unsure, wondering if just saying he was well would make him start hacking up a lung.
Resisting the urge to track down a thermometer, Robert finally nodded, knowing Alan wouldn't be one to turn down any TLC. "Thai?" At Alan's nod, he added, "And you tell me the minute you feel sick, okay?"
"I like my men bossy."
"Okay?" Robert asked a little louder, trying not to crack a smile.
"Fine, fine."
***
As they snuggled up on the couch and started eating, all Alan could think about was how warm he felt, and that the feeling was not going away. He swore under his breath and closed his eyes, feeling a faint pulsing in the back of his head. He set his plate down on the coffee table and sighed, turning to his boyfriend. "Robert?"
"Worse?" Robert, not waiting for a response, put his own plate aside and smoothed the curls back from Alan's forehead. "You're warmer. Want a bath? Or some tea?"
"Bath sounds good." Alan rested his head against Robert's shoulder and rolled his eyes back to achieve the look of a wounded puppy.
"Wait here, let me get it started." Robert jumped up and put the food away, turned the tea kettle on, and headed back to the bathroom to run a warm bath. While the water was filling the tub, he looked around for a thermometer. Not finding one, he made a note to pick one up in the morning.
He knelt in front of the cupboard and opened the door to see if he could find some salts of something for the bath. He finally spotted a box tucked away into the back part of the cupboard. As he reached to grab it, he spotted a patch of yellow peaking out from behind the salts. He moved the box out of the way to get a better look. He grinned and removed the object, setting it on the counter next to their toothbrushes. He returned to the tub and grabbed the box, standing to pour some into the tub, using his hand to mix it in. He turned the water off checked the temperate one more time before going out to get Alan.
Alan was laid back, his head resting over the edge of the couch and the distinctive sound of the kettle boiling was in the background. Robert tousled Alan's hair as we went by and heard a small groan from Alan, who had tried to catch his hand. "Be right back. I can help you to the bath if you need it?"
"No, no, I'm fine. Thanks, love."
Alan shed his clothes as he slowly walked back to the bathroom, hoping that a hot bath and a nap would make him feel better. His body was starting to get achy, but he refused to admit to any cold as of yet, still hoping that it was just left over exhaustion from their flight. Alan dipped his foot into the water first then, climbed in, sinking down into the water, closing his eyes as he was enveloped like a warm blanket. He opened an eye and saw his boyfriend standing next to the tub with a steaming cup of tea.
"Feel good?"
"This is heavenly." Alan bent his legs and slid down, dunking his head beneath the water. He slid back up and rested his head against the wall of the tub, closing his eyes and letting the gentle heat soak into him.
A lazy grin crept across Robert's face as he sat down on the toilet, cup of tea resting in his hands. "Feeling any better?"
"I'm all achy. And sore." His eyes flitted open and he looked at Robert for a second, as if daring him to make a remark. When Robert remained silent, Alan reached out for the cup of tea.
"Sorry, it’s a nice hand warmer." He held out the cup, turning it just so that their fingers brushed together when Alan slipped his around the cup.
"This is heaven, but the tub is too small; not enough room to share." He took a cautious sip, then a larger one when he didn't have to worry about the temperature scalding his tongue.
Robert rested his foot on the edge and wiggled his toes. "Neither of us has a big enough tub, but you do have room for..." Robert let the statement rest heavy in the air as he lowered his leg and reached behind him. With a twinkle in his eye, he held out a small rubber ducky, balanced on his palm.
Alan nearly choked on his tea. "God, I haven't seen that thing in ages!" He set the tea down on the floor, not wanting to spill it and ruin his bath.
Robert gave the duck a squeeze, expecting the standard squeak typical to the rubber duck species, but there was only a whistling of air. Robert frowned and tried again.
Alan laughed at Robert's baffled expression. "It's from an ex. She got it because she thought it was cute. Blasted squeaker never did work, though."
Robert put his feet back up on the tub's edge and held up the duck, inspecting it. "It is cute." He turned it to face towards Alan. "And it is excellent company until one of us gets a bigger bathtub." He dropped it into the tub with a light splash and used his toe to give it a little push towards Alan.
Ignoring the duck, Alan grabbed Robert's foot and gave the big toe a light kiss, then dunked the foot in the water.
"Alan!" But they were both laughing. He was finally able to get his foot back, but got most of his pant leg wet in the process. He gave Alan a mock glare as he dried off his leg and the water spill on the floor. "Now I need to change," he sighed dramatically. "Need anything before I go?"
"You."
Robert shook his head. "Ducky will have to do."
Alan pouted and dunked the duck under water, giving it a squeeze so that a chain of air bubbles rose to the surface.
"You are going to blame that on the duck, aren't you?"
"But it was."
"Suuure. Holler if you need anything." Robert headed out of the bathroom, just starting to pull down his pants as he rounded the corner.
Alan and the duck watched Robert go. "He's mine and you can't have him." Alan decided to blame his fever for trying to have a conversation with a rubber duck.
***
After nearly nodding off, twice, Alan decided it was time to get out of the bath. He pulled himself to his feet carefully. The bath and salts had done wonders for his aches and he felt completely relaxed. He dried himself off and changed into some pyjamas that had been left for him on the counter, setting the yellow duck down in their place. Then he went to look for his boyfriend. He found him in the kitchen, putting their remaining Thai dinner into the refrigerator, only wearing loose fitting sweat pants. He must have made some noise, though he wasn't aware of any, because Robert turned around and smiled at him.
"Enjoy the bath?"
Alan nodded and went to wrap his arms around his boyfriend.
Robert smiled, pleased that the heat radiating off Alan this time was due to a nice warm bath rather than a fever. He felt lips brush his neck and tightened his hold on Alan, kissing his temple.
"G'night, love," Alan whispered into Robert's ear.
"Night. Hope the rest knocks this out of you and you feel better in the morning."
"So, do I. Come to bed soon?"
Robert dropped a few more kisses to Alan's cheek. "I will. Going to finish up here and read a little first."
Alan slipped his fingers between Robert's and gave a little squeeze and turned, shuffling out of the kitchen and down to the bedroom. He yawned and stretched before climbing into bed. He was almost asleep before his head it the pillow. His last thoughts were that he hoped his blasted cold would go away and that he would get better soon. He didn't want to waste his last days with Robert being sick.
15.3 Foreign Comforts
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Demarc 15.2
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: 10_per_genre 06 Illness (angst/tragedy)
Word Count: 1677
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Alan is feeling under the weather, so Robert draws him a bath.
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Where it all began
Big table of prompts is here
Order of the story is here
Previous story:
Heading Home
Alan woke up in a tangled nest of blankets. It took him a minute to realize that Robert was not next to him, though he pawed through the blankets to make sure. He thought that they had gone to bed at around 10 am, and it was now approaching 5 pm. The wind whipped rain against the window and Alan glared at the outside drizzle.
After getting free of the blankets, he quietly walked into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine that he was back in Portugal, but the smells and sounds were all wrong. He didn't know how long he stood there, head bowed over the sink, trying to remember every single detail of the last week. A tap on the door scattered the fragile pictures. Alan sighed softly and opened the door.
“I heard you go in. That was almost 20 minutes ago. You okay?”
“Yeah. Almost done.”
“Okay.” Robert stepped back, giving Alan his space.
Alan used the toilet, then joined Robert, who was waiting not too far away.
“I didn’t know when you would be up. Maybe we could go out, catch some dinner, fill up those bare shelves of yours?”
"How ‘bout take-away tonight and shopping tomorrow, I'm still groggy and just want to stay in." Alan advanced on Robert and pulled him into a sleepy embrace.
Robert smiled as the warm body surrounded him, then thought it seemed a little too warm. He pulled back and felt Alan's forehead. "Do you feel okay? You seem a little warm."
Alan furrowed his brow. He did feel a little warm, but he had just thought it was due to the stuffy unlived-in state of his flat. "I feel fine," he said cautiously, unsure, wondering if just saying he was well would make him start hacking up a lung.
Resisting the urge to track down a thermometer, Robert finally nodded, knowing Alan wouldn't be one to turn down any TLC. "Thai?" At Alan's nod, he added, "And you tell me the minute you feel sick, okay?"
"I like my men bossy."
"Okay?" Robert asked a little louder, trying not to crack a smile.
"Fine, fine."
***
As they snuggled up on the couch and started eating, all Alan could think about was how warm he felt, and that the feeling was not going away. He swore under his breath and closed his eyes, feeling a faint pulsing in the back of his head. He set his plate down on the coffee table and sighed, turning to his boyfriend. "Robert?"
"Worse?" Robert, not waiting for a response, put his own plate aside and smoothed the curls back from Alan's forehead. "You're warmer. Want a bath? Or some tea?"
"Bath sounds good." Alan rested his head against Robert's shoulder and rolled his eyes back to achieve the look of a wounded puppy.
"Wait here, let me get it started." Robert jumped up and put the food away, turned the tea kettle on, and headed back to the bathroom to run a warm bath. While the water was filling the tub, he looked around for a thermometer. Not finding one, he made a note to pick one up in the morning.
He knelt in front of the cupboard and opened the door to see if he could find some salts of something for the bath. He finally spotted a box tucked away into the back part of the cupboard. As he reached to grab it, he spotted a patch of yellow peaking out from behind the salts. He moved the box out of the way to get a better look. He grinned and removed the object, setting it on the counter next to their toothbrushes. He returned to the tub and grabbed the box, standing to pour some into the tub, using his hand to mix it in. He turned the water off checked the temperate one more time before going out to get Alan.
Alan was laid back, his head resting over the edge of the couch and the distinctive sound of the kettle boiling was in the background. Robert tousled Alan's hair as we went by and heard a small groan from Alan, who had tried to catch his hand. "Be right back. I can help you to the bath if you need it?"
"No, no, I'm fine. Thanks, love."
Alan shed his clothes as he slowly walked back to the bathroom, hoping that a hot bath and a nap would make him feel better. His body was starting to get achy, but he refused to admit to any cold as of yet, still hoping that it was just left over exhaustion from their flight. Alan dipped his foot into the water first then, climbed in, sinking down into the water, closing his eyes as he was enveloped like a warm blanket. He opened an eye and saw his boyfriend standing next to the tub with a steaming cup of tea.
"Feel good?"
"This is heavenly." Alan bent his legs and slid down, dunking his head beneath the water. He slid back up and rested his head against the wall of the tub, closing his eyes and letting the gentle heat soak into him.
A lazy grin crept across Robert's face as he sat down on the toilet, cup of tea resting in his hands. "Feeling any better?"
"I'm all achy. And sore." His eyes flitted open and he looked at Robert for a second, as if daring him to make a remark. When Robert remained silent, Alan reached out for the cup of tea.
"Sorry, it’s a nice hand warmer." He held out the cup, turning it just so that their fingers brushed together when Alan slipped his around the cup.
"This is heaven, but the tub is too small; not enough room to share." He took a cautious sip, then a larger one when he didn't have to worry about the temperature scalding his tongue.
Robert rested his foot on the edge and wiggled his toes. "Neither of us has a big enough tub, but you do have room for..." Robert let the statement rest heavy in the air as he lowered his leg and reached behind him. With a twinkle in his eye, he held out a small rubber ducky, balanced on his palm.
Alan nearly choked on his tea. "God, I haven't seen that thing in ages!" He set the tea down on the floor, not wanting to spill it and ruin his bath.
Robert gave the duck a squeeze, expecting the standard squeak typical to the rubber duck species, but there was only a whistling of air. Robert frowned and tried again.
Alan laughed at Robert's baffled expression. "It's from an ex. She got it because she thought it was cute. Blasted squeaker never did work, though."
Robert put his feet back up on the tub's edge and held up the duck, inspecting it. "It is cute." He turned it to face towards Alan. "And it is excellent company until one of us gets a bigger bathtub." He dropped it into the tub with a light splash and used his toe to give it a little push towards Alan.
Ignoring the duck, Alan grabbed Robert's foot and gave the big toe a light kiss, then dunked the foot in the water.
"Alan!" But they were both laughing. He was finally able to get his foot back, but got most of his pant leg wet in the process. He gave Alan a mock glare as he dried off his leg and the water spill on the floor. "Now I need to change," he sighed dramatically. "Need anything before I go?"
"You."
Robert shook his head. "Ducky will have to do."
Alan pouted and dunked the duck under water, giving it a squeeze so that a chain of air bubbles rose to the surface.
"You are going to blame that on the duck, aren't you?"
"But it was."
"Suuure. Holler if you need anything." Robert headed out of the bathroom, just starting to pull down his pants as he rounded the corner.
Alan and the duck watched Robert go. "He's mine and you can't have him." Alan decided to blame his fever for trying to have a conversation with a rubber duck.
***
After nearly nodding off, twice, Alan decided it was time to get out of the bath. He pulled himself to his feet carefully. The bath and salts had done wonders for his aches and he felt completely relaxed. He dried himself off and changed into some pyjamas that had been left for him on the counter, setting the yellow duck down in their place. Then he went to look for his boyfriend. He found him in the kitchen, putting their remaining Thai dinner into the refrigerator, only wearing loose fitting sweat pants. He must have made some noise, though he wasn't aware of any, because Robert turned around and smiled at him.
"Enjoy the bath?"
Alan nodded and went to wrap his arms around his boyfriend.
Robert smiled, pleased that the heat radiating off Alan this time was due to a nice warm bath rather than a fever. He felt lips brush his neck and tightened his hold on Alan, kissing his temple.
"G'night, love," Alan whispered into Robert's ear.
"Night. Hope the rest knocks this out of you and you feel better in the morning."
"So, do I. Come to bed soon?"
Robert dropped a few more kisses to Alan's cheek. "I will. Going to finish up here and read a little first."
Alan slipped his fingers between Robert's and gave a little squeeze and turned, shuffling out of the kitchen and down to the bedroom. He yawned and stretched before climbing into bed. He was almost asleep before his head it the pillow. His last thoughts were that he hoped his blasted cold would go away and that he would get better soon. He didn't want to waste his last days with Robert being sick.
15.3 Foreign Comforts