JC/Chris

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I need some JC/Chris. Chris has overdone something and sprained his ankle, wrist, whatever (a minor injury, nothing broken) and he attempts to hide the injury from JC because he knows JC will "scold" him or drag him (kicking and screaming) to the doctor.

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.Chris considered it quite an accomplishment when JC was asleep before Chris had to get himself a pain pill. JC hadn’t noticed anything, but as Chris was rummaging in the medicine cabinet he did. His knee was swollen. Really badly swollen and if he looked real close he could see the silver tinge that he knew would be a bruise by morning.

It was jeans kind of weather anyway, right? Chris thought about the oppressive August humidity and the record high temperatures they were facing this week and cringed. Long shorts were the best he was going to be able to do. Downing the drugs he returned to bed, managing to only wince slightly as he slipped under the sheets, forcing his knee into rough contact with the edge of the bed. Sleep, he really needed sleep.

JC slept in, for which Chris was never more grateful. Overnight his knee has turned a spectacular shade of purple. Chris didn’t have anything to wear with purple. It took him 15 minutes to figure out that his camouflage pants had enough craziness going on that it would probably detract from the discoloured area. Chris downed two more pain pills and had already made and eaten breakfast by the time JC came down.


“Mmmm, mornin’.” JC placed a warm and sleepy kiss on Chris’ cheek and half slid half folded himself into a chair, pulling a leg up and tucking it impossibly under the other.

“How do you do that?” Chris sat in the chair next to him and pulled a leg up and bent it harshly at the knee. The wrong knee.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You hurt something?” JC looked concerned.

Chris ducked his head and covered quickly. “Nah, I’m just not built for human origami it seems.”

JC was big on doctors. Needles aside, he put great faith in the medical profession and had he known what was going on he’d have Chris in an antiseptic lobby with ‘patient friendly’ art and a copy of Teen People so old they were on the cover before Chris could protest.

“Mmmhmmm.” JC gave him a critical look and went back to his breakfast. Chris heaved a sigh or relief and went into the other room to suffer in silence.

A few hours later JC came out into the backyard where Chris was letting the grass grow. JC had always loved the way Chris just watched some things, nature in particular. JC walked up behind him and slipped his arms around Chris’ soft waist, snuggling his nose into his neck.

“Come upstairs with me?”

Chris might have been injured but he was not stupid and followed his boyfriend upstairs. JC kissed him, showing that he was in charge and would set the pace. Chris lay back on the bed, eyes closed and let himself be lavished with attention. JC started at his neck, nibbling and licking gently, easing Chris’ shirt off. Chris eased his hips up when JC tugged on his shorts, letting the cotton slip easily off onto the floor. JC was going slowly and not aggressively as Chris thought he was going to. Chris felt loved and cared for, only the warm edge of arousal present. JC eased past Chris’ boxer briefs and kissed gently until he reached the bruised patch of skin.

Nothing happened for so long that Chris knew something was up. He opened one eye and passed a look down his body to where JC was no sitting up a bit and examining his knee.

“Chasez, what are you doing?”

“Trying to figure out if I should kill you after we get back from the doctor or do it now and just call the coroner myself.”

In his haze, Chris had forgotten all about his knee. “It’s not that bad.”

“Get dressed.” JC was off the bed and throwing Chris’ clothes back at him.

“JC! I’m fine, it’ll go away, I took something and it’s, I should just shut up and get dressed, can I have a lollipop if I’m good?”

JC, far too accustomed to Chris’ rambling speech and his tendency to hide medical problems nodded his head.

“Only if you’re in the car by the time I count to 100.”

Chris pouted, but shrugged into his clothes. He was limping past JC before he hit 30. JC smiled and gave him a sweet kiss as he buckled up.

“If you’re really good I’ll finish what we started a little bit ago.”

Chris perked up. The doctor wouldn’t be so bad.