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Crosshair was sick. His nose was stuffy and his throat was burning. He pulls covers up to his eyes and tries to fall asleep. Constant sinus pain was preventing him from getting any rest in the past few days. He opens one eye when he heard a soft steps closing to his bed. Tech stops at the bedside table and puts down a small tray with water and sandwich.
“How do you feel?“ He noticed that the sniper is no longer sleeping.
“Just let me die in peace”. Crosshair’s voice is raspy and he closes his eye again. He does not react when the metres flexes under the other clone’s weight.
“You need to drink more water and eat something” Tech puts his hand under sniper’s back, between his shoulder blades and adjusts it so his neck rests on technician’s forearm. He pulls him swiftly up and moves himself so Crosshair’s back is pressed against his chest. Crosshair tries not to whine at the sudden movement and just rests his head against Tech’s shoulder. His eyes open when a cool cup is pressed against his lips. He takes few sips and waits for Tech to take the cup away.
“That is not sufficient, you need to drink more” Tech’s voice is quiet and soft in his ear so he just gives up and does as he is told. When Tech finally puts the cup back on the tray and picks up sandwich Crosshair’s stomach gives a laud rumble. He hasn’t eaten anything in two rotations and he wasn’t sure how his insides will react to sudden nutrition. He takes bite after bite grateful it’s something light, he has no idea what is it but he wouldn’t be able to tell what taste it had. His taste buds are kriffed up from the illness.
“This should help with the pain” Tech’s fingers were massaging his procerus, he could smell a faint scent of some salve. The feeling was pleasant but he was starting to get annoyed, the last time he gave into Tech’s touch, or rather his feet pressed into his back he was brutally cock blocked.
“Do you enjoy torturing me?” Crosshair hissed through his teeth and started coughing.
“What do you mean?” Tech removed his fingers from sniper’s forehead and wiped them clean with a cloth.
“You deliberately turned me on and then cock blocked me” Crosshair tried to move himself up a little bit but a strong grip on his waist was preventing him from any movements.
“I was bored and you looked like you enjoyed being stepped on” Tech readjusted his glasses “besides I knew Hunter will take care of you after so I do not see why there is the issue”. Crosshair tried to growl with annoyance but the pain in his throat reminded him that it’s not a good idea.
“The issue is… I wanted to suck you off and get off against your leg you little shit”. He reached his hand and gripped at Tech’s thigh. He really wanted to dig his fingers into the flesh to make Tech feel some pain but instead he just kept it still there. He wasn’t sure if he is getting a fever of if it was heat radiating from Tech’s face next to his but he moved his head closer, his hair brushing against the other’s cheek.
“It would be to easy besides I am not sure if Hunter and Wrecker were fine with that” Tech’s voice was a little shaky and Crosshair quickly picked up on it.
“Maybe you should ask instead of assume… smart ass” He brushed his nose against Tech’s neck and almost retreated it, his nose was sore and in pain but Tech’s skin was cool against him. He starts coughing again and whines from the pain in his throat.
“I… will see what we can do. You need to rest now I will bring you more medicine”. Tech quickly brushes his lips against snipers temple and gently moves him into the laying position. He readjusts the covers and gives Crosshair small smile before he picks up the tray and leaves the room. Crosshair closes his eyes again and smiles to himself. He already knows what Hunter’s and Wrecker’s reaction will be and he cannot wait for his illness to pass and have his smart brother at his mercy.