Back on track
Hello friends.
I'm back from Disney Land Paris. It was a Fun week.
I got a little idea some time ago, but only now was I able to write it down. This was actually for ani-matrix's birthday. Well better late then never. This is just a short thing, there for it is not betaed, sorry.
Title: . : Cold Comfort : .
Author: MattMel
E-Mail: hardyfan@gmx.de
Rating: G
Pairing: Michael/Rubens (what ever possessed me to write that???)
Summary: Rubens is ill and Mike comforts him.
Distribution: If you want it, take it. Just let me know where it goes.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it is not meant to reflect the true personalities or sexual orientations of the men involved. It is written purely for fun.
Notes: This is for ani-matrix's birthday.
. : Cold Comfort : .
“Hatschi" The sneeze was loud in the otherwise silent room and Rubens moaned in pain, as his head began to hurt again.
“This fucking cold.” He mumbled and curled into a tight ball under his warm blanket.
The door to the bedroom opened and Michael walked in with a tray in his hands.
“Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?” Michael sat the tray down and stroked a gentle hand over Rubens forehead.
“Terrible! My head hurts, my limbs hurt, my throat hurts, shit I hurt.” The Brazilian whispered pathetically.
“This is so unfair, two days ago I snatched the third place right from under Trulli’s nose and now look at me.”
“Oh my poor sick baby.” Michael leaned down, hugged his lover and kissed his hot forehead.
“Here I brought you something fresh to eat.” The German uncovered a plate full of fresh fruits.
“Oh you are so good to me.” Rubens smiled and waited while Michael sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I know.” The German smiled and kissed his lover tenderly.
Then he began to fed small bits of fruit to the sick Brazilian.
Rubens munched on his sweet treats for a while before looking at his German lover.
“What is it.” Michael asked and sat the plate down on the nightstand.
“You.” Rubens whispered.
“Me?”
“Yes you. You are so lovely and I’m so happy that you are mine.” Rubens got a dreamy look on his face.
“I love you, baby.” Michael kissed his lover again.
Both sat and ate in silence then, secure in the knowledge that they loved each other.
The End
I'm back from Disney Land Paris. It was a Fun week.
I got a little idea some time ago, but only now was I able to write it down. This was actually for ani-matrix's birthday. Well better late then never. This is just a short thing, there for it is not betaed, sorry.
Title: . : Cold Comfort : .
Author: MattMel
E-Mail: hardyfan@gmx.de
Rating: G
Pairing: Michael/Rubens (what ever possessed me to write that???)
Summary: Rubens is ill and Mike comforts him.
Distribution: If you want it, take it. Just let me know where it goes.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it is not meant to reflect the true personalities or sexual orientations of the men involved. It is written purely for fun.
Notes: This is for ani-matrix's birthday.
. : Cold Comfort : .
“Hatschi" The sneeze was loud in the otherwise silent room and Rubens moaned in pain, as his head began to hurt again.
“This fucking cold.” He mumbled and curled into a tight ball under his warm blanket.
The door to the bedroom opened and Michael walked in with a tray in his hands.
“Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?” Michael sat the tray down and stroked a gentle hand over Rubens forehead.
“Terrible! My head hurts, my limbs hurt, my throat hurts, shit I hurt.” The Brazilian whispered pathetically.
“This is so unfair, two days ago I snatched the third place right from under Trulli’s nose and now look at me.”
“Oh my poor sick baby.” Michael leaned down, hugged his lover and kissed his hot forehead.
“Here I brought you something fresh to eat.” The German uncovered a plate full of fresh fruits.
“Oh you are so good to me.” Rubens smiled and waited while Michael sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I know.” The German smiled and kissed his lover tenderly.
Then he began to fed small bits of fruit to the sick Brazilian.
Rubens munched on his sweet treats for a while before looking at his German lover.
“What is it.” Michael asked and sat the plate down on the nightstand.
“You.” Rubens whispered.
“Me?”
“Yes you. You are so lovely and I’m so happy that you are mine.” Rubens got a dreamy look on his face.
“I love you, baby.” Michael kissed his lover again.
Both sat and ate in silence then, secure in the knowledge that they loved each other.
The End