Franklin & Bash

Fic:

Jared Franklin woke up with a fire in his throat and an unusual ache in his right hip.  He squirmed around under the covers and squinted his eyes against the morning sun.  “Peter!” he moaned into his pillow, “What the hell happened last night?”  Silence followed. “Peeeeeter?”  He rolled around, clutching his head against dizziness.

 

After another minute of silence, Jared gave up on a response and sat up – slowly.  Looking around, he found his – or actually, Peter’s room exactly as he remembered it.   He was wrapped up in the deep brown, wrinkled comforter; two nearly identical ties were lying on Peters dresser, remnants from a recent indecisive morning.  Dress shoes and Guitar Hero equipment was spilling out of the closet to Jared’s left, and the porn laptop was still sitting open to BUSTYASIANBABES.CO.UK, where they had been settling a bet the previous night, just before –

 

Just before they went out to the shady Chinese place on North Bristol.  Jared’s stomach turned just thinking about it, and it gurgled and – oh god, he dove over to the side of the bed and hurled like his life depended on it.  All that came out, though, was what looked like just a bunch of water and digestive . . . stuff.  He kept coughing and drying heaving his guts out, but at least, he realized, there was a conveniently placed bucket to catch the contents of his now empty stomach.

           

“Euuuugh,” Jared groaned, laying back down. “Peter,” he whispered and glanced down at the bucket, “You have extremely good foresight, but where are you?”  Closing his eyes, he drifted back to sleep.

 

~~~

 

When Jared woke again, it was to Peter’s chilly hands lifting him and warm shoulder.  A cold glass of water was pressed to his lips as gratefully leaned back into the crook of the other man’s neck.

 

“How you doing, buddy?”  Peter asked, his voice pitched low.   His hand found Jared’s back, and he rubbed slow circles over the worn cotton t-shirt.

 

Jared groaned, “I am never eating Chinese food again.”  He glanced up at his friend, “And where the hell did you go?”

 

Peter smirked, “Some people actually have to go to work in the morning.”  He eased them both back down to lie on the bed and reached over Jared to set the glass of water on his nightstand, “And that’s what you said after the Egg Drop soup incident.”  The smaller man murmured indistinctly and nuzzled into his shoulder.  At Peter’s unimpressed eyebrows – which Jared could clearly make out in the shift of his shoulders – Jared raised his voice.

 

“You are misremembering the facts, good sir, I said I would have to be crazy to eat Chinese again, so actually—”

 

“Jared?”  Peter smiled indulgently at the over pink and feverish cheeks of his partner, “You don’t have to prove anything.  This isn’t a case.”  Jared blinked and looked around.

 

“This does appear to be your bedroom,” he raised his eyebrows suggestively, “Was there a reason for risking your bed sheets when you could have just as easily risked mine?”

 

Peter mouth twisted into a smile, “What makes you think I didn’t already risk yours?”

 

“Peter?”  Jared anxiously twisted around to stare at the adjoining wall.  “What happened to my room?”

 

Said lawyer pursed his lips and eased away from the ill man, “Would you like some toast, Jared?  Maybe that’ll actually stay down?”

 

“Peter!”  Jared sat up and threw his arms out desperately at the retreating man.

 

Peter glanced back as he ducked out of the bedroom, “You can clean it up when you feel better.”  He smiled, “I’ve barracked the door against the smell until then.”

 

Jared groaned and flopped onto his back, “What happened to taking care of me?  Peter!”  Jared paused, remembering. “And why does my side hurt?”

Author:  4466584
Rating:  PG
Pairing:  Peter/Jared (could easily be seen as friendship)
Summary:  Jared's gets sick and Peter takes care of him -- mostly.
Warnings:  Fluff, fluff, fluff, and some throwing up.
Word Count:  636

A/N: Inspired by the end of Bro Bono, when Jared throws up.  I thought that scene was quite cute between the two of them. :)