livejournal fics//joncer

Jon Walker Is Better than Aspirin

Author: flimsy

Spence hates being sick; it's one of those unavoidable yet completely unnecessary and senseless things and of course he always gets sick when he can't afford it. But he can't work properly if he's got this horrible pressing headache and can't breathe like, at all. He tried to finish this grant request, but after half an hour the words on the screen started swimming dangerously and he decided to take a little, tiny nap. Now it's 7 p.m and what was only a little cold, seems to have turned into a fullblown flu in the span of six hours.

Spencer rolls onto his back, rubs his face and thinks about the options he has if he's going to be sick because he totally feels like his stomach is trying to add to the whole miserable-business. Moving seems to increase the effect though, so Spence stays still, head pounding heavily. His nose is running too and that's just so gross.

In the hallway the door opens and closes, and Spence can hear Jon toe off his shoes, put his bag down.

"Spence?" Jon calls his name and Spence opens his mouth and responds but no sound at all comes out. He tries again and manages a feeble pathetic croak.

Jon peeks around the corner and then enters the living room, a worried look on his face. He looks a bit tired and there's a coffee stain on his T-shirt.

"Are you okay?" He asks and sits on the couch by Spencer's legs, carefully stroking his calf.

"M sigg," Spence presses out and then draws his nose up. Jon fumbles for tissues in his pockets and then hands Spence one that seems to have been used before. Not that he cares right now. He blows his nose, which doesn't seem to help much.

"Okay, let's take your temperature first," Jon says and leans forward and presses a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth before vanishing to the bathroom. Spence wants to call after him that body contact is not a good idea seeing as Spence is SICK, and Jon shouldn't get sick too, but his voice declines service once more.

It turns out he's got a fever of 101.3, which is pretty damn high and Jon bites his lip, worried, and then grabs the phone and disappears to the kitchen. Spence can hear him talk to his mom, and has to smile because that's kind of adorable. Five minutes later Jon is back and says that he has strict instructions from his mother.

"First, we should get you to the bedroom and -"

"No, I don wan do go do de bedwoom," Spence says and rubs his nose. "No DV dere."

Jon stares at him for a moment and then starts laughing, a bit, before kneeling down next to the couch and taking Spencer's face into his hands and kissing him carefully.

"You can't say a T anymore," he says, grinning.

"Goway," Spence replies and purses his lips. Jon ruffles his hair and does indeed go away, but returns shortly afterwards with a blanket and a pillow and fresh boxer shorts and a T-shirt. He pulls Spence up, pulls him into the bathroom and then climbs under the shower with him. His hands are precise and careful and Spence sighs and leans against him, tired and comfortable. He feels much better after he's blow dried his hair and is tucked in, fresh clothes and all.

Jon is rummaging in the kitchen and if Spence leans back a little, he can see him move, brew water, make tea. Ten minutes later, he's back and the tea is Spencer's favorite and is the perfect temperature.

"Mom said I should make you soup, but I don't know? How are you feeling about food right now?"

Spence shrugs and sips his tea. There's honey and lemon in it. Jon is a god. "Lader," he finally replies and smiles at Jon, hoping it conveys his complete and utter adoration.

"Okay, honey," Jon answers and then glances at the clock. "I'll go to the pharmacy, you watch Batman and don't move, okay?"

Jon takes a long time, and by the time he's back Spencer has dozed off a bit, comfortably curled up. Jon makes him swallow an Aspirin and a spoonful of cough medicine. Spence nearly makes a stupid comment on how Jon usually makes him swallow other stuff, but his voice kind of isn't playing along. Apparently Jon also went to the grocery store because he puts a glass full of orange juice on the table and then vanishes again to make soup.

Spence drinks his orange juice and switches between the channels a bit. The Aspirin has cleared his head, and the tea and the juice have calmed his stomach. He can still feel the fever inside him, and his nose is stuffed, but he doesn't think he's going to die any second now. Jon returns from the kitchen and hands Spence a bowl of soup.

"Or do you want me to feed you?" he asks grinning, sitting down and supping his own soup. Spence rolls his eyes and sticks his tongue out at him, and starts sipping directly from the bowl because it's way easier like this.

He falls asleep when he's done and wakes again with Jon carefully cradling him up in his arms. He didn't know Jon could carry him but he obviously can and Spence is too tired to protest and it's only a few steps to the bedroom anyway. Jon tucks him in and Spence curls up and watches him undress and put on boxer shorts and a T-shirt, and then vanish to the bathroom. When he returns he smells of toothpaste, mint and sharp, and Spencer presses against him, puts his head on his chest.

He remembers his own worries about getting Jon sick too, but decides selfishly that there's no way he can move. Jon is stroking his hair, a book propped up in his hand. Spence falls asleep again, warm and comfortable, limbs tingling, Jon's heartbeat echoing steadily in his ear.