A final kiss
This festival has been so much fun, thank you
sheafrotherdon and everyone who participated! Here is a final kiss from me, inspired by my fifteen-year-old brother who sometimes has weird ways of showing his love. Unbeta'd, 329 words.
"Are you sure you're gonna be all right?"
It was the twelfth time John asked and Rodney just wanted to burrow under the covers and go to sleep for a couple of days. Just when he thought he had managed to avoid the flu which had plagued the Science division for the past two weeks, he had woken up this morning with a sore throat and a head that threatened to explode if he moved it too much.
"I'm fine," Rodney tried to answer. It came out more like 'I'b fide.' Whatever. John was smarter than he looked. He could figure it out.
John grinned, the bastard. "Do you want me to kiss you and tuck you in?" he asked.
"And catch whatever lethal disease I got from Zelenka? He's been drinking from my coffee mug again, I know it."
As a matter of fact, Rodney did want John to kiss him and tuck him in. There had only been a couple of weeks of John-kisses in his life so far, and he didn't want some stupid flu to stop him from getting more. But John was one of the few people in the city who were still healthy and Rodney couldn't risk him catching the flu just to get a kiss. He sighed and closed his eyes, burying his pounding head in the pillow.
Then he felt something sloppy and wet against his cheek and cracked open an eye. "What did you do?"
John just smiled. Rodney rubbed his face. "Did you just lick your finger and touch me?" he asked, mouth agape.
"It was a kiss, Rodney," John explained, tucking the covers tight around him. "That's what my mother used to do when I was sick. Why don't you try to get some sleep, I'll come check on you after the staff meeting."
With that he left, and Rodney closed his eyes again and fell asleep with the wetness of John's 'kiss' drying on his skin.
-fin-
sheafrotherdon and everyone who participated! Here is a final kiss from me, inspired by my fifteen-year-old brother who sometimes has weird ways of showing his love. Unbeta'd, 329 words.
"Are you sure you're gonna be all right?"
It was the twelfth time John asked and Rodney just wanted to burrow under the covers and go to sleep for a couple of days. Just when he thought he had managed to avoid the flu which had plagued the Science division for the past two weeks, he had woken up this morning with a sore throat and a head that threatened to explode if he moved it too much.
"I'm fine," Rodney tried to answer. It came out more like 'I'b fide.' Whatever. John was smarter than he looked. He could figure it out.
John grinned, the bastard. "Do you want me to kiss you and tuck you in?" he asked.
"And catch whatever lethal disease I got from Zelenka? He's been drinking from my coffee mug again, I know it."
As a matter of fact, Rodney did want John to kiss him and tuck him in. There had only been a couple of weeks of John-kisses in his life so far, and he didn't want some stupid flu to stop him from getting more. But John was one of the few people in the city who were still healthy and Rodney couldn't risk him catching the flu just to get a kiss. He sighed and closed his eyes, burying his pounding head in the pillow.
Then he felt something sloppy and wet against his cheek and cracked open an eye. "What did you do?"
John just smiled. Rodney rubbed his face. "Did you just lick your finger and touch me?" he asked, mouth agape.
"It was a kiss, Rodney," John explained, tucking the covers tight around him. "That's what my mother used to do when I was sick. Why don't you try to get some sleep, I'll come check on you after the staff meeting."
With that he left, and Rodney closed his eyes again and fell asleep with the wetness of John's 'kiss' drying on his skin.
-fin-