"Don't worry, JC." Chris patted him on the shoulder. "You'll get a nice little injection and you'll hardly feel anything."
Injection? JC's eyes widened and he tightened his grip on the armrests. Needles! He hated needles. He'd rather have that tooth extraction without the drugs. It couldn't be so bad, could it?
Unfortunately for him, Chris didn't seem to notice his panic and he still couldn't talk to protest. Instead Chris talked about his last vacation that he had spent on the road with his trailer. Oddly enough, the sound of Chris' voice was kind of soothing. Not enough that he didn't care about the big needle sitting on the tray next to his head, but the level of his panic didn't rise either. Which was definitely of the good.
It was even more surprising that he opened his mouth without being forced to do so when Chris leaned closer with the needle, mask over his mouth again. The touch of Chris' hand on his cheek felt good, smooth skin cooling his overheated face. Chris moved back, his hand still lingering on JC's cheek.
Chris put the needle back on the tray and JC blinked. He hadn't felt the injection at all. How had that happened?
"That wasn't so bad, was it?"
JC shook his head and grinned up at Chris. He could already feel the effects of the drug, numbing the pain in his tooth and his whole cheek. The relieve made him lightheaded or maybe it was the drug. He didn't care. All he cared about was Chris smiling at him and Chris' hand still on his cheek.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but when Chris asked him to open his mouth again he did so happily. He would do anything for Chris. Chris was his hero, his best friend ever. He really, really loved Chris.
He looked up into Chris' warm eyes dreamily. Chris did something in his mouth with lots of instruments, but he didn't feel anything. It was cool. Chris pressed his hand on his forehead and there was a jerk and a sharp pain shooting through his jaw for a second and then it was over.
Tasting the metallic tang of his blood on his tongue, he closed his mouth. Chris rubbed his thumb over JC's forehead, making him all giddy inside.
"So there," Chris said, "everything done."
He sounded kind of sad or maybe that was just JC's imagination. He sat up in the chair and took a sip from the glass of water standing on the tray to wash the blood out of his mouth. Reluctantly, he stood up after listening to the instruction of how to take care of the wound in his mouth. He still felt lightheaded and his cheek was still numb.
JC was going to miss Chris very much. Before he reached the door he turned around. "Can I buy you a drink? Later?"
He hadn't actually meant to say that. He was just going to thank Chris and tell him how much he appreciated everything he had done for him, especially for the drugs that made him feel so good inside. He knew it would go away after a few hours, but he intended to enjoy it as long as it lasted.
Part 2/2
Injection? JC's eyes widened and he tightened his grip on the armrests. Needles! He hated needles. He'd rather have that tooth extraction without the drugs. It couldn't be so bad, could it?
Unfortunately for him, Chris didn't seem to notice his panic and he still couldn't talk to protest. Instead Chris talked about his last vacation that he had spent on the road with his trailer. Oddly enough, the sound of Chris' voice was kind of soothing. Not enough that he didn't care about the big needle sitting on the tray next to his head, but the level of his panic didn't rise either. Which was definitely of the good.
It was even more surprising that he opened his mouth without being forced to do so when Chris leaned closer with the needle, mask over his mouth again. The touch of Chris' hand on his cheek felt good, smooth skin cooling his overheated face. Chris moved back, his hand still lingering on JC's cheek.
Chris put the needle back on the tray and JC blinked. He hadn't felt the injection at all. How had that happened?
"That wasn't so bad, was it?"
JC shook his head and grinned up at Chris. He could already feel the effects of the drug, numbing the pain in his tooth and his whole cheek. The relieve made him lightheaded or maybe it was the drug. He didn't care. All he cared about was Chris smiling at him and Chris' hand still on his cheek.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but when Chris asked him to open his mouth again he did so happily. He would do anything for Chris. Chris was his hero, his best friend ever. He really, really loved Chris.
He looked up into Chris' warm eyes dreamily. Chris did something in his mouth with lots of instruments, but he didn't feel anything. It was cool. Chris pressed his hand on his forehead and there was a jerk and a sharp pain shooting through his jaw for a second and then it was over.
Tasting the metallic tang of his blood on his tongue, he closed his mouth. Chris rubbed his thumb over JC's forehead, making him all giddy inside.
"So there," Chris said, "everything done."
He sounded kind of sad or maybe that was just JC's imagination. He sat up in the chair and took a sip from the glass of water standing on the tray to wash the blood out of his mouth. Reluctantly, he stood up after listening to the instruction of how to take care of the wound in his mouth. He still felt lightheaded and his cheek was still numb.
JC was going to miss Chris very much. Before he reached the door he turned around. "Can I buy you a drink? Later?"
He hadn't actually meant to say that. He was just going to thank Chris and tell him how much he appreciated everything he had done for him, especially for the drugs that made him feel so good inside. He knew it would go away after a few hours, but he intended to enjoy it as long as it lasted.
"I'd like that."
JC blinked. "Really?"
"Really." Chris grinned at him.
"Cool."