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Date: 2005-04-16 01:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-18 03:46 pm (UTC)lambs drabble.
Date: 2005-04-27 06:31 pm (UTC)http://www.livejournal.com/users/originalrahrah/1380.html
Re: lambs drabble.
Date: 2005-05-03 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-05 06:53 pm (UTC)Justin/Lance
Justin is a little posessive...
http://www.livejournal.com/users/blueboxers/2204.html
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Date: 2005-05-06 06:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-05-10 10:29 pm (UTC):/
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Date: 2005-05-10 11:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-12 09:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-12 09:42 pm (UTC)Now to post it. lol.
sick pt. 1
Date: 2005-05-12 09:45 pm (UTC)It’s not until the third scrub down with the antibacterial body scrub that he realizes that once he’s out of the shower has cleaned up all the mess, that he’s just going to want another shower. He picks up the body scrub bottle and tries to see if there’s enough in it for another shower. Frowning, he thinks he might have to use something else next time.
Out of the shower, he wraps his body in a clean towel and makes a wide circle around his dirty clothes that he’d dropped on the floor before getting in the shower. He’ll come get those things last. After he gets some rubber gloves from the laundry room. He can just make out the toe of one of his sneakers as it sticks out from the bottom of the pile of clothes; he just knows that the sneakers are ruined. They were just finally broken in the way he liked them and now they were just covered with… The thought of what is on his shoes makes Justin retch and he hurries from the bathroom before looking at the shoes and clothes makes him sick.
Lance is sprawled, unconscious, diagonally across the bed, pretty much in the same position he was in when Justin ran into the bathroom to shower. He’s kicked the blankets off his legs again though and Justin knows that he needs to cover Lance up again, so he moves towards the bed. He makes it around the foot of the bed before he smells it. Lance’s gotten sick, again, while Justin was in the shower. Justin looks at the floor at the side of the bed and realizes in horror, that once more, Lance has missed the wastebasket that Justin had left at Lance’s bedside for him to be sick in. Gagging, he steps back away from the bed, knowing that he needs to leave the room or be sick himself. That’s when he feels the carpet squish under his bare feet.
“How the hell did he get it over here?” Justin mumbles to himself, looking down at the mess he’s stumbled into. The one glance is enough, Justin’s out of the room, gagging as he dashes down the hall to the guest bathroom where he won’t be confronted with his own dirty clothing, shoes or the smell of either.
He’s sitting on the edge of the tub, his feet under the spigot, when he hears Lance weakly calling his name. He doesn’t want to go into the bedroom, he doesn’t. But he has to, no matter what else is happening, Lance is still the man he loves and right now he needs him.
Lance is struggling to get out of the bed when Justin comes in the room, Justin approaches the side of the bed where Lance hasn’t been sick and reaches out to Lance; guiding him back down on the bed. “Justin?” Lance calls out softly.
“I’m right here.” Justin tells him, stroking Lance’s bangs off of his forehead. Lance’s skin is still too warm; Justin wonders where he left the thermometer since the last time he took Lance’s temperature.
“I’m sick, don’t touch me, I’ll get you all icky.” Lance mumbles.
“Too late for that, Lance, you already did.”
Lance opens bleary eyes at him and blinks a few times while he tries to make Justin’s words make sense through his sick brain. Justin thinks he sees Lance achieve that moment of clarity just before Lance’s eyes open wide in shock and once more he tries to scramble free from the blankets.
tbc...
sick pt. 2
Date: 2005-05-12 09:47 pm (UTC)Chris is chuckling. Justin cannot believe that Chris is actually laughing about any of the situation, doesn’t Chris realize how unfunny it all is? Glaring at Chris, Justin stalks once more into the bathroom and turns on the shower, dropping the robe onto the pile of dirt clothes still on the floor. At this rate Justin’s going to be out of body scrub before he has the house and Lance clean again.
Twenty minutes later, he emerges from the shower, his skin bright pink from the scrubbing and the hot water. He wraps a towel around his waist and reenters the bedroom. Chris is sitting on one of the clean edges of the bed; Lance has his head resting on Chris’s leg while Chris runs a washcloth over Lance’s face. Lance looks like he might be asleep once more.
“I’ll help you get him moved into another bedroom if you want,” Chris says. “You’ve got a mess in here and in that bathroom too.” Chris points his free hand towards the master bathroom.
Justin narrows his eyes, “Gee, Chris, you think?”
Chris ignores Justin’s sarcasm and moves the blankets off of Lance, getting an eyeful of the messy state Lance is in. “He needs a bath or something Justin, he’s got it all over himself. You know you could have cleaned him up instead of yourself for once. And what the hell did you feed him that was red? Tell me you didn’t give him tomato soup while he was sick to his stomach?” Chris continues to babble on about how Justin isn’t properly caring for Lance and Justin just tunes him out, getting clean sweats and a tee shirt for Lance from the dresser.
Justin thinks to himself that Chris should shut up, it’s not like Lance is Chris’ boyfriend and it’s not like Chris has had to deal with Lance since Lance got sick. Justin is Lance’s boyfriend and Justin has been taking care of Lance since he got sick. Lance didn’t start throwing up until recently, so it’s not like Justin’s been neglecting him, which is what it sounds like he’s suggesting. Justin’s been damn good about taking care of Lance, he’s made sure to keep him in bed where he was warm, he’s made sure to feed Lance and remind Lance to take his medication, he’s even cleaned up all those filthy tissues off the bed and floor when Lance missed the wastebasket. He does admit that he really should get Lance cleaned up and in the other room.
He hands the clothing to Chris and scoops Lance up in his arms. He’s carried Lance before, but usually Lance is squirming and fussing to be set down, so while it’s easier to walk while holding Lance right now, Justin finds it very disturbing that Lance just lays in his arms and whimpers.
Chris follows Justin all the way into the guest bathroom and helps hold Lance upright as Justin strips him out of the soiled clothing. “Have you taken him to see a doctor?” Chris asks.
“Yes and no. Lance started feeling bad the other day, stomach cramps, nausea and all that happy horseshit; so Lance went to see the doctor. He came home and said that the doctor thinks Lance has a mild case of food poisoning.”
Chris arches his eyebrow at Justin, “this isn’t mild food poisoning Justin. Look at him, he’s totally out of it and he’s feverish.” Chris releases Lance totally to Justin’s arms once they have him striped down.
“Yeah, I know this Chris, that’s why I called the doctor and had him come here yesterday. I was afraid to take Lance out of the house. Anyway, he does still have a mild case of food poisoning, but on top of that Lance apparently caught some stomach-viral-infection thing that has been going around lately. The doctor gave him a shot and some medication to take and ordered that prescription you picked up for me. The one thing was bad enough, but the two combined and well, you see the result.”
tbc..
sick pt 3
Date: 2005-05-12 09:48 pm (UTC)The expression on Chris’ face is somewhere between being amused and being offended. If Lance wasn’t struggling so much, Justin probably would be laughing at Chris, but right now he’s too busy trying to hold Lance still. “Would you quit standing there looking stupid and get some water going in the tub for me.” Justin says to Chris.
“Naked. Chris. Bad.” Lance continues to babble as he begins to try to shoo Chris away from him.
“I’m not touching you, dork.” Chris says with a scowl at Lance. “I’m trying to be nice and help your boyfriend get you cleaned up since you are so disgusting.”
Lance turns to look up into Justin’s face. “Disgusting? Oooh. Justin, I’m sick. You go away, I’m sick. You don’t like sick.”
Justin holds Lance close and pushes some of his hair from his forehead. “I just want to get you cleaned up baby, then you can have some of the medicine the doctor ordered for you and then I’ll put you to bed.”
“Bed’s icky. I puked.” Lance mumbles.
Chris gets the tub started and turns back to Justin and Lance. “There you go man, I’m going to go now unless you need something else.”
Lance has gone limp again in Justin’s arms, almost as if he’s fallen back to sleep. Justin eyes the sick man in his arms and the half full tub of water. He doesn’t dare put Lance in the tub alone, he just knows if he did, Lance would slide under the water and drown. “Fuck. Chris, man, can you stay awhile, I don’t know if I can get him in and out of the tub without drowning him.” Justin asks.
“Sure, what do you want me to do?”
“Just hold him still, I’ll get in the tub first, then you can like help me get him in with me. Then like, when I’m done you can help me get him back out.” Justin explains.
Chris nods and moves to take Lance from Justin. The movement wakes Lance and he begins to slap at Chris once more, squirming and fussing. Then he goes still, his face gets a lovely green tint just beneath the sick pallor and before Chris or Justin can move, Lance has vomited once more. By this point Justin is convinced that he’s pissed off some higher power because once more, Lance’s has managed to be sick all over Justin. Chris somehow has managed to stay clean. Life just isn’t fair. A fact that is further driven home when Lance looks up into Justin’s face and says “Ew. You’ve got stuff on you.” Justin reminds himself once more that he loves Lance, he does and that no matter how tempting, he can’t just dump Lance into the tub and leave him to fend for himself.
Ten minutes and some struggling later, Justin is leaning against the back of the tub with Lance in front of him. Chris has graciously offered to go throw the dirty laundry in the washer for Justin and to bring Justin back something clean to wear later. Lance has snuggled up to Justin and is quiet once more. Justin enjoys the sensation of the warm water and Lance’s body weight against him. Content that they are both finally clean and hoping that they can stay that way.
Justin closes his eyes and lets his thoughts drift. He never hears Chris come back into the bathroom with the clothing nor does he hear Chris tell him that he’ll be in the other room when Justin needs him.
It’s been a long day.
end.
Re: sick pt 3
Date: 2005-05-12 10:08 pm (UTC)Re: sick pt. 1
Date: 2005-05-12 10:13 pm (UTC)Re: sick pt. 1
Date: 2005-05-12 10:14 pm (UTC)my feelings exactly. ew, yuck, glad it's not me.
Re: sick pt 3
Date: 2005-05-12 10:16 pm (UTC)are you sure it doesn't count?
Re: sick pt. 1
Date: 2005-05-12 10:25 pm (UTC):D
Re: sick pt. 1
Date: 2005-05-12 10:27 pm (UTC):( Nope, no AIM. Yahoo Messenger....
Re: sick pt. 1
Date: 2005-05-12 10:37 pm (UTC)What about an email address?
Re: sick pt. 1
Date: 2005-05-12 10:45 pm (UTC)You'll find my email there, I'm David.
I don't want to post my email addy on lj, just in case it increases my spam in take. I actually need to ask tango to make it so it's harder for poeple to get my addy there. You know someone with a computer program taht just scans the websites and copies the email addies.
Re: sick pt. 1
Date: 2005-05-12 10:49 pm (UTC)Just email me first at crystalrose@adelphia.net
Re: sick pt. 1
Date: 2005-05-12 10:55 pm (UTC)lol. I just sent it as you posted this! UserInfo pages are very helpful. and it hasn't bounced back, so you shoul dhave it already.
David