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It was usually a 50/50 split on who would be up last, Jure or Jan, so while it wasn’t unusual for the bassist to still be in bed this late, it was almost lunch time and Nace still hadn’t seen his boyfriend emerge for the day. Igor was normally excellent company during these times but today he’d stayed abed with his owner which left Nace feeling a bit lonely if he was being honest. He knew Jan wouldn’t sleep well that night if he didn’t get up soon so he went and knocked on their door. “Jan,” he called softly. “It’s time to get up.”
When no response was forthcoming, Nace pushed open the door, pausing to take a few photos of Jan curled up around Igor before walking over and tapping his shoulder. “Janči?” earned him a grunt. “Come on - you’re going to regret it later if you don’t get up soon.”
“Don’t wanna,” finally came the tired response. Jan pulled Igor closer, making a noise of disappointment when the cat decided he’d had enough and abandoned his spot. “No, don’t go - you’re such a better hot water bottle,” he complained.
“Why do you need a hot water bottle?” Nace asked, running his hand down his chest then pausing at his stomach when he flinched. “Jan? What’s wrong?”
“Do you remember when I fell over on stage and played for a bit on my back?” Nace nodded. “Well, part of why I stayed there for a minute was because I got myself pretty good in the thigh with my guitar. It’s not like, internally bleeding or something but I am feeling a bit bruised this morning and like maybe I pulled something when I was playing down there.”
“You were flailing around a bit… can I see?” Nace asked, pulling up the sheet to look. Just below his boxers was a large light bruise which Nace reached out towards but didn’t touch.
“That doesn’t hurt as much right now,” Jan admitted. “But I think maybe I also strained something when I tried to get up because my side is kinda killing me.”
“Oh, Janči,” Nace let the sheet fall back down as he reached up to pet him. “Do you want me to get you a hot water bottle?”
“I want Igor back,” the guitarist grumped. “Water bottles only work so well - he’s always much better at helping me relax when I’ve done something like this. I think I read somewhere it’s one of those you-heal-better-when-touching-living-beings things or something.”
“I’m not sure I can convince him to stay put but how would you feel about a larger model?” Nace offered. “I can go make us some sandwiches and then we can eat and then I’ll set up the laptop so we can watch a movie?”
“That sounds pretty amazing, actually,” Jan admitted shyly. “If you wouldn’t mind wasting your whole day in here with me.”
“Jan, you know no day of mine’s wasted if it’s spent with you,” Nace promised, kissing his forehead. “Now, you get comfortable again and I’ll be right back with those sandwiches.”
“Okay,” Jan agreed easily. “And Nacko? Thanks. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”