Chris opened one eye and groaned, which woke JC who jumped from the chair he was snoozing in to grab Chris' hand.

"Baby", said JC, smoothing Chris' hair, "how are you feeling?"

Chris groaned again and opened the other eye. "I feel like a truck ran over me, and then reversed back over me and ran over me again."

JC stroked Chris' hair and smiled down at him. "You're just getting over pneumonia, what do you expect, Chris?"

"I know, I know," grumbled Chris, "but I don't have to like it."

JC smiled again, and went 'round to the other side of the bed, to climb in next to Chris. "Scootch over a bit" he said, and cuddled Chris to him.

Chris sighed in contentment and fell back asleep.

"It's time for your drugs Chris," JC's voice broke into Chris' dream.

"Don' wanna" Chris mumbled.

"But you have to, how else are you gonna get better? We can't have hot monkey sex when you're so sick."

Chris sat up slowly and reached for the pills. "What about a quiet blowjob?"

JC grinned as he ran his finger along Chris' waistband. "On one condition."

"What's that?"

"No more nude ice-skating."