Ficlet: Sick (VM/SB, PG)
Title: Sick
Author: jenmstar
E-mail: jenmstar@gmail.com
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: PG
Archive:fellow_shippers bean_squee rugbytackle sons_of_gondor
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Beta: None. Please tell me if there are any mistakes.
Notes: For the 28 Character Challenge. caras_galadhon's pick: sick!VigBean
Sean wiped his dirt-caked palms on his pants, then glanced down at his watch. Two hours. He sighed and rose to his feet with a groan, grateful that he finished the last of the weeding for the week.
“Viggo?” he called out as he entered the kitchen. No answer, so he paused for a drink of water before heading into the living room.
Viggo was right where Sean left him, laid out on the couch, not moving.
“Viggo?” Sean asked again, this time receiving only a muffled groan for a response. “Feeling any better?”
Sean assumed the grunt from the couch was a no and shook his head, glad that Viggo could not see his slight smile. “I warned you against trying to take on Dom and Billy in a drinking game.”
Even in the dim light, Sean was pretty sure he could see Viggo trying to glare at him with his eyes closed.
“I take it the tea didn't work?” Sean asked, this time not even trying to hide his amusement. “Just like the nap, the water, the warm bath, and the banana?”
“Fuck off,” Viggo managed to spit out before groaning and rolling over to face the back of the couch.
“I told you,” Sean said with a shake of his head. “But if you ask nicely, I still might share my evil, corporate-made, non-natural aspirin with you.”
Author: jenmstar
E-mail: jenmstar@gmail.com
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: PG
Archive:fellow_shippers bean_squee rugbytackle sons_of_gondor
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Beta: None. Please tell me if there are any mistakes.
Notes: For the 28 Character Challenge. caras_galadhon's pick: sick!VigBean
Sean wiped his dirt-caked palms on his pants, then glanced down at his watch. Two hours. He sighed and rose to his feet with a groan, grateful that he finished the last of the weeding for the week.
“Viggo?” he called out as he entered the kitchen. No answer, so he paused for a drink of water before heading into the living room.
Viggo was right where Sean left him, laid out on the couch, not moving.
“Viggo?” Sean asked again, this time receiving only a muffled groan for a response. “Feeling any better?”
Sean assumed the grunt from the couch was a no and shook his head, glad that Viggo could not see his slight smile. “I warned you against trying to take on Dom and Billy in a drinking game.”
Even in the dim light, Sean was pretty sure he could see Viggo trying to glare at him with his eyes closed.
“I take it the tea didn't work?” Sean asked, this time not even trying to hide his amusement. “Just like the nap, the water, the warm bath, and the banana?”
“Fuck off,” Viggo managed to spit out before groaning and rolling over to face the back of the couch.
“I told you,” Sean said with a shake of his head. “But if you ask nicely, I still might share my evil, corporate-made, non-natural aspirin with you.”