Open Wide
Drabble (that turned into a ficlet), as requested on Tumblr...Felipe looking after (or trying to anyway) Rob when he was ill in Bahrain:
Rob buries his head in his pillow, trying to drown out the clinking noises from the kitchen to keep his head from exploding. “Felipe!” he groans in reproach.
“Soup is done,” Felipe says brightly, bringing a steaming bowl on a tray. He sits on the bed next to him and picks up a full spoon. “Open wide!”
“I can eat alone Philip,” Rob says and sits up.
“No no, I do it. You sick,” Felipe says and airplanes a spoon towards Rob’s mouth, making noises.
“Is that a flying F1 car?”
Felipe frowns then shoves the spoon in Rob’s mouth. “Is an airplane.”
“Sounds like a car,” Rob says after he swallows the soup.
“Felipinho likes my airplane,” Felipe says and spoons more soup into Rob’s mouth and all over his beard.
“Felipinho is four years old. Watch the beard!”
Felipe wipes the soup from Rob’s face then puts the spoon down with a big sigh, pushing the tray away. “Maybe is better if I go.”
“Stop,” Rob says and catches Felipe’s wrist. “I’m sorry. Come here.”
Rob shifts on the bed to make space for Felipe, who lies down next to him. “Sick makes you grumpy,” Felipe says, spooning against Rob.
“Yeah, guess it does. But we still gotta work on your airplane noises.”
“Maybe you show me next time I’m sick?” Felipe suggests.
“I’d rather you not get sick,” Rob says as he gently runs his fingers through Felipe’s dark curls.
“So no kissing?” Felipe asks.
Rob laughs and hugs Felipe closer. “Not today, sunshine.”
Rob buries his head in his pillow, trying to drown out the clinking noises from the kitchen to keep his head from exploding. “Felipe!” he groans in reproach.
“Soup is done,” Felipe says brightly, bringing a steaming bowl on a tray. He sits on the bed next to him and picks up a full spoon. “Open wide!”
“I can eat alone Philip,” Rob says and sits up.
“No no, I do it. You sick,” Felipe says and airplanes a spoon towards Rob’s mouth, making noises.
“Is that a flying F1 car?”
Felipe frowns then shoves the spoon in Rob’s mouth. “Is an airplane.”
“Sounds like a car,” Rob says after he swallows the soup.
“Felipinho likes my airplane,” Felipe says and spoons more soup into Rob’s mouth and all over his beard.
“Felipinho is four years old. Watch the beard!”
Felipe wipes the soup from Rob’s face then puts the spoon down with a big sigh, pushing the tray away. “Maybe is better if I go.”
“Stop,” Rob says and catches Felipe’s wrist. “I’m sorry. Come here.”
Rob shifts on the bed to make space for Felipe, who lies down next to him. “Sick makes you grumpy,” Felipe says, spooning against Rob.
“Yeah, guess it does. But we still gotta work on your airplane noises.”
“Maybe you show me next time I’m sick?” Felipe suggests.
“I’d rather you not get sick,” Rob says as he gently runs his fingers through Felipe’s dark curls.
“So no kissing?” Felipe asks.
Rob laughs and hugs Felipe closer. “Not today, sunshine.”