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Adder’s body is flushed red from where blonde hair meets his head down to curled toes. Beads of sweat gather within the dips of his body before trickling down his curves. Each drop is desperately trying to cool him off. To fight his fever. A ratty green blanket lies in a twisted mess behind Adder.
Janosh bends down and picks up the blanket. He walks away to cook dinner and comes back to this mess. Adder won’t even be able to enjoy the taste like this.
“You need to stay warm.” He shakes it above Adder’s sickly body.
The pole pants and whines. He stretches out. Fingers seeking. Blanket or flesh, well Janosh knows which Adder usually prefers. It’s a pitiful sight. Janosh clicks his tongue and shakes his head.
“Do not whine. You are not dog.”
“Too hot.”
“Oh? You too hot?” Janosh sets down the bowl of soup to the left of Adder’s head. Then he flaps the blanket into the air above Adder, before carefully laying it over him. His legs peek out of the ends. Janosh grabs one foot and pushes it up. Adder pulls the other one without a word. Janosh tucks the end of the blanket beneath Adder’s feet. That should hold it in place. He moves towards Adder’s head. The soup shakes within the bowl as Janosh crouches down.
He slides both of his hands beneath Adder’s head, scooping it up. Adder stops whining, choosing to breathe through his nose. Good that is a less annoying sound. Slowly Janosh sits. He stretches both of his legs out, on either side of the Adder and his blanket. Adder squirms, trying to move closer. Janosh freezes.
“Behave.”
“Asshole.”
Janosh rolls his eyes. He could leave Adder like this, head held up at an awkward angle. Give him back pain for being such a pain in the ass. Would be fitting.
Adder’s head turns in Janosh’s hold. His face flush like an apple and lips puffy. He looks so sad. Not weak. Maybe a little stupid but Leszek is never weak. Heels push against the wood as Janosh scoots closer.
His mouth opens. The whine is replaced by a contented moan as Janosh gently lays Adder’s head in his lap. Loose hair catches on Janosh’s stomach as Adder moves his head back and forth. Janosh keeps his legs on the sides of the blanket, holding it in place over Adder as the other man shifts.
With his nose pressed in between the bottom of Janosh’s stomach and above his thigh, Adder inhales deeply. A grin.
“Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you are dog.” He pats the back of Adder’s head. “Off your side. You need to eat.”
Adder huffs and buries his face into Janosh’s coat.
“I make soup and you refuse to eat?” Janosh makes a tsking sound. “Janosh cooking not good enough for you?”
“Fuck food.”
“Food make you well enough to fuck.” Janosh chides. He can feel his lips curling up into a stupid grin.
Adder presses his nose harder against Janosh. With a chuckle, Janosh shakes his head. His left hand combs Adder’s loose hair. With his right he lifts the bowl of soup to his lips and takes a loud sip. Adder frowns at the sound. Janosh tugs lightly at his hair, and forces Adder to look up. One eye cracks open just enough to glare up at him. It’s color so light a blue that Janosh has wondered how his dear Adder could even see. Though that same color that made him worry so much, also reflects the sky in such a gorgeous way when they’re outside. When Adder isn’t squinting, and hiding it away.
“Hey, you sip, I sip. Fair?” Like one of their drinking games.
Adder groans and shakes his head. He dives his head back down making sure his nose tickles Janosh’s side.
“Adder.”
Another groan. This time he wipes his nose along the bottom of Janosh’s coat. The cheeky bastard. Janosh gives Adder’s hair another tug. Harder this time. Just stern enough so Adder won’t do that again. The pole huffs.
“What am I to do with you?”
“Fuck me.” Adder’s voice is groggy. Sleep will pull him under soon. His head bobs up and down, pressing into Janosh’s nails, then back down into Janosh’s waist. He presses his scrapes and his nails back along Adder’s head. Occasionally tugging a strand or two of blonde hair that wraps around his fingers.
“When you’re well.” Janosh promises. Adder grins, the incorrigible bastard. One day someone will wipe that smirk off his face, but not Janosh, and not today. “Worse than dog.”
A snort. Janosh shakes his head and begins telling stories. “You remember when Raynek was so sick you tied him to a log so he would wander into the river?” Janosh had wanted to leave him be. If he ended up drowning, it’d be his own fault, but Adder was adamant. Of course he looped Janosh in on the plan, too. Janosh tied Raynek up as Adder held him still. He mentioned how funny it was when that bathgirl stole all his coin in a rigged game of dice. So distracted he was by her pretty face he didn’t notice the dice she had used all kept landing on threes.
Slowly the laughter turns to snorts. It isn’t too long before Adder starts snoring. Janosh will make sure he eats when he wakes up. He leans back and finds nothing but air. So Janosh leans forward, folding over Adder. Hands still combing his hair. Adder’s head is a comfortable weight on his thigh, as the other man curls up against his legs. Warm. Body, mind, and soul, Adder is warm.