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AJ/JC

Letterboys h/c, anyone? (Yes, it's me, Captain Obvious again.)
nopseud: (jc passing thru -- pensnest)

Emergency letterboys!

[personal profile] nopseud 2008-10-03 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"This is turning into the worst vacation in the history of the world," JC said.

"You think?" AJ said from over by the stove. "I don't know, man. A lot of the people who booked a cabin on the Titanic would probably disagree with you. If they weren't all dead, I mean."

"Okay, the worst skiing vacation."

"Again, man. I think Sonny Bono would probably disagree, if he wasn't—"

"All right, all right. Fine. I'm being a drama queen, I know."

"Lucky for you, I think drama queens are hot."

JC shifted on the couch. His knee hurt like a son of a bitch. Not broken, according to the doctor, and not even any damage to the tendons, just a bad sprain. But the painkillers had made him feel dizzy and like he wanted to puke the whole time, which did even less for the romantic atmosphere than the fact that he couldn't move his leg, so he'd refused to take any more. Now, however he sat, the throbbing pain wouldn't go away.

The smell of cheap frozen gas-station pizzas cooking crept through the air, another reminder of how the holiday was already fucked up. Objectively, JC knew that AJ probably really didn't care about this anywhere near as much as JC. But he'd wanted the weekend to be so perfect. And he'd planned it all out, right down to the hot tub on the deck he probably couldn't even get into, now. It just wasn't fair.

The microwaved dinged. AJ came out of the cabin's little kitchen area, hands full, and JC groaned.

"Oh, no. Not already."

"Every hour, man. That's what the doctor said. Do you want the swelling to go down, or not?"

Grumbling, JC pulled the blanket back, and AJ folded himself down onto the floor beside JC's legs, all flexible and pain-free and JC kind of wanted to punch him.

"Ow!" he said, as AJ laid the bag of frozen peas over his kneecap. It had been pretty much their only concession to vegetables, but now the frozen chicken pot pie was going to have to live without. "Ow, man, that really hurts."

AJ looked at his watch. "Shut up, you big pussy."

After a minute, AJ swapped the peas for a heat pack—fortunately, the cabin had come supplied with necessities like that. Clearly JC wasn't the only inept skier to stay there. The heat felt pretty good while it drove out the chill from the frozen peas, before it started to tingle and then almost burn.

"I wouldn't mind so much," JC said, "but why did it have to happen on the first run down the slope. Like, I couldn't even get to the bottom once, I have to fuck up my knee right away?"

"Just means we spend more time indoors," AJ said. "Woe is me."

"With me stuck on the couch."

"I'm not big on the whole great outdoors shtick, anyway." AJ patted his thigh. "It's dangerous out there."

"We should've taken the credit card as a sign and just gone home. At least then our anniversary wouldn't consist of you running around after me, and helping me limp to the bathroom."

"Well, you know. There are good points to having you at my mercy."

AJ leaned in for a kiss, and JC turned away.

"Okay," AJ said after a moment, and swapped the heat pack back for the peas. After a few seconds, melted ice from the bad started to soak through the elastic bandage.

JC sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm being an ass. It just hurts, man, and it's making me cranky."

"Don't sweat it," AJ said, his voice light. "I've had so many people take care of me over the years, it's nice to be able to give something back, you know?"

"Oh, fuck."

Ignoring the twinge in his knee, JC pulled AJ down against him, and held him tight. AJ made a surprised noise, then put his arm around JC in return, wriggling his hand between JC and the couch. JC kissed his temple.

"Don't think I'm gonna forget to swap over the ice pack," AJ said, but his arm tightened around JC, fingers pressing into his back like he knew they could find a couple more millimetres of together. JC could feel the ring on his finger, right against the point of his shoulder blade.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise," JC said.

"Man, will you shut up? You don't have nothing to make up." AJ lifted his head, and this time JC didn't avoid the kiss. "I got everything I need for a perfect vacation right here."
Edited 2008-10-03 14:35 (UTC)
nopseud: (aj -- pensnest)

Re: Emergency letterboys!

[personal profile] nopseud 2008-10-03 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
You're welcome.

And I'm looking at this installment, and wondering what will go wrong with their holiday next :-)

(Hmm. I guess I should probably mention for people who didn't see the earlier one that this is a sequel to a previous fic_requests Letterboys snippet.)
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Re: Emergency letterboys!

[identity profile] musicboxgirl.livejournal.com 2008-10-04 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
aaawwww that was so very sweet.
nopseud: (aj -- pensnest)

Re: Emergency letterboys!

[personal profile] nopseud 2008-10-04 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you :-)
pensnest: JC with a butterfly brush, captioned Kiss (JC Kiss)

Re: Emergency letterboys!

[personal profile] pensnest 2008-10-05 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
All they need now is disastrous sex! Nice job.
nopseud: (aj -- pensnest)

Re: Emergency letterboys!

[personal profile] nopseud 2008-10-05 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Heh. That would really make it a holiday to remember, wouldn't it? I guess the question is, how likely is JM to post a request for 'Letterboys, disastrous sex'? :-)

Re: Emergency letterboys!

[identity profile] bououou.livejournal.com 2008-10-06 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Aww! :) That's so sweet!
It made me happy!
I'll go read the previous instalment now! ;)
nopseud: (aj -- pensnest)

Re: Emergency letterboys!

[personal profile] nopseud 2008-10-09 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you :-)