Chapter 2 guys!
Title: Ryder the Human Bicep
I tried to make it as IC as possible, sorry if it's a little off! But then again, if it were completely IC, then it wouldn't be mine, now would it? :P
Anyways, ENJOY! :3
"So, what do you wanna do when we get there?" Ryder asked as they drove down the street that led to his, trying to break the still-somewhat-awkward ice. Jake sniffled as he took it into consideration.
"U-um, could we watch a movie or something? Schoolwork would probably burn my head to bits right now- but I know you need to study, so we should probably do that." Ryder sighed as they pulled into his driveway.
"I'm not gonna make you study when you're head hurts, and I haven't needed to study as much now that I'm seeing the specialist. Come on, I've got a huge stash of Marvel-D.C.," he tempted as he opened Jake's door to let him out.
"Sure," Jake obliged, though he felt kind of bad. "Dude, your house is huge," Jake observed as he stifled a quick "Uh'shhgt!" onto his wrist and stumbled out of the car. It wasn't really huge, but it was definitely a few steps up from Lima Heights Adjacent. Ryder giggled slightly as he watched Jake struggle to walk.
"Come on, let's get you settled down." He dragged him into the house like a rag-doll. About halfway to the desired room, he got tired of dragging him and just carried him bridal-style. "This is totally gay," he said, chuckling. Jake laughed awkwardly and looked around.
"Thanks for carrying me. As awkward as it was," Jake laughed as Ryder dropped him onto the couch and sat down next to him. "Ugh, I should be able to take care of myself," he grunted as his eyes fluttered a little and he brought his elbow to his mouth. "Huh'shgxt! Nshgxt- guhh," he sniffled wearily and ran his sleeve under his nose. "Sorry," he mumbled. Ryder wanted so badly to squeeze him to death at the moment.
"Bless you- and you don't need to apologize," Ryder insisted as he threw a box of tissues at him. "Just saying, these will probably work better." Jake looked at his soiled sleeve and blushed. Smooth, Puckerman.
"Th-thanks," he said as took one and blew, cringing at the wet, gurgling sound it produced. "Gah. Nasty," he said with a sigh as he tossed the soiled tissue into the waste basket and missed. "Sorry, man," he said as he was about to get up and go get it.
"No, I got it," Ryder insisted, holding out an arm in front of his face to stop him and retrieving it, and threw it in himself. Jake cringed at the sight of it.
"Aw, wasn't that nasty, man?" he asked with a shudder. "I mean fuck," he apologized as he watched Ryder shrug and look through one of his shelves for movies. "Sorry 'bout that."
"Eh, it was okay. It wasn't like I was giving it a bacterial analysis or something," he said with a chuckle, feeling the awkward tension between the two of them.
"...So, you wanted to watch a movie, right?"
"Yeah... do you have Amazing Spider Man?" Jake asked as his nostrils twitched a bit and he sniffled. Ryder smiled all big and goofy and Finn-like.
"Yeah, how could I not have that one? Andrew Garfield is super hohhhh- great as Spidey, don't you agree?" he mentally facepalmed at the quick save. Shit, Lynn, don't blow your freaking cover! Jake quirked a brow and was about to say something snarky, but soon a different expression crossed his face.
"Hig'SHUU! Huh'ISHHT!" he sneezed wearily onto his crossed legs from where he sat on Ryder's couch, spraying snot all over his cotton socks as his breath hitched once more. "HUH'ISHUU! UG'SHHT!" Ryder was taken aback by the force and volume of Jake's sneezes -they actually sounded painful- but he was still in a teasing mood.
"Bless you, Mr. Sneezy Pants," he joked as he sat down on the love-seat and stuck his tongue out adorably at him, earning him a grunt in response.
"Ugh, don't call me th-that," he stuttered before releasing a quick "HUT'SHHH!" onto his knees again, as a series of rapid shivers cursed through his body. He groaned at the irony and bad timing of the sneeze as Ryder started laughing. Jake loved that laugh. He looked at Ryder and took in his appearance; tall, brunette, totally badass in his own way, and still adorable. "You know, you kind of remind me of Peter Parker..." Ryder couldn't help but grin. If only he thought of Peter Parker the way I thought of Peter Parker...
"Does that mean you're Flash?" he asked with a chuckle. In his mind, Jake was the perfect Flash. He was popular -though not as popular as Ryder-, he was snarky, Jake scrunched up his nose in disgust.
"Am I really that much of a dick?" he asked with a little pout. He would have hated it if Ryder actually thought of him like that...
"N-no," Ryder said with a quick shake of the head. "I-I mean- he's the only other guy in the movie, who, y'know, isn't forty years old, and doesn't turn into a giant lizard," he said with a chuckle. Jake laughed a bit at that. "And besides, they kinda become friends in the end...right?"
"I guess that works," he said with a sniff, before turning his head into his shoulder once again. "HIH'SHGTT!" He looked up and sighed when he saw a tissue being dangled in his face. He took it grudgingly and blew, before tossing it into the bin again- this time he actually made it. Ryder noticed his subtle shivering. "Th-th- huh?" Jake questioned as he felt something warm being wrapped around him, and looked at the blanket that now covered him.
"You looked cold," he observed, trying to look anywhere but him at the moment as his face heated up. Jake's eyes lit up and he gave a goofy smile at the thought of being cared for so much.
"O-oh...thanks," he snuggled further into the pillows, now warm and content. "For, y'know" he yawned; "taking care of me."
His head slipped a little deeper into the pillows he was propped up against. Ryder's attentions were focused on the movie, and he failed to notice Jake's eyes shutting closed. By the time he looked over at him, he was snoring lightly into one of the pillows. He stretched and got up to inspect his patient. Brushing a hand across his paler-than-usual forehead, he noted a definite fever. His nose and eyes were bright red, but everything else looked okay, looked down at his nose...oh. A thin trickle of snot was oozing out of one of his nostrils.
Fuck, poor thing's pretty sick. Ryder sighed as he plucked a tissue from the box. He carefully dabbed it along Jake's upper lip, and the tips of his nostrils. At that tiny touch they twitched and let out a quick, unstifled "HIH'SHUU!" onto Ryder's hand, which was luckily covered in a tissue at the time. Ryder flinched and squirmed at being sneezed on, but couldn't help but smile a little when he saw Jake curl back up into the pillows, looking peaceful, but still shivering like crazy, even in his sleep.
Fuck, Ryder thought as he carefully stripped the boy of his blankets, lifting him up like a baby. I can't believe I'm fucking doing this right now. Jake wasn't exactly a lightweight, but -having a dancer's body- wasn't all that heavy, especially for Ryder the Human-Bicep. He carried him up the stairs to the guest room. As he tucked him into the blankets, he sighed at the sight of him clutching the blankets and snoring. He placed a gentle kiss on the ballerina's head before turning out the light next to him.
Welp, there you go! I promise I'll update soon! So please R&R and all that jazz!