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elrhiarhodanTitle: Summer Colds are the Worst - A Snugglicious Fic
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elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Tim DeKay, Matt Bomer (as fictional characters)
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: So much unremitting schmoopy fluff that you just might get massive cavities. And since this is RPF, you know you're going to hell.
Word Count: ~800
Beta Credit: None
Summary: Matty miserable - he has a bad very cold. His good buddy, Tim, comes to the rescue.
Author's Note: I wrote this ages ago, forcoffeethyme4me. She had a bad summer cold and needed some comforting of the RPF variety. I thought it too schmoopy to post, but with the release of the iSnuggles vid, how could I hold back?
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Matt pressed the end call button on his phone, disconnecting from Simon. He wasn't going to head back to California this weekend, he was too damn sick. It was chest cold, and the only good news was that they had just wrapped the episode and he could go back to his apartment, curl up in bed and spend the next two days in lonely misery.
Everyone knew he was ill. The production team had taken mercy on him, bringing him hot honey and lemon tea and chicken soup from a nearby Jewish deli. He wished he had a cup of that tea now as he hacked up a lung. He didn't know what was worse, being sick, or being sick in the middle of summer in New York City.
He continued to cough, covering his mouth, and suddenly, there was a soothing hand on his back, rubbing up and down. It didn't stop his coughing, but the touch felt good. It was Tim.
"Relax, don't fight it."
He finally stopped hacking - and took the napkin that Tim offered, spitting out the revolting wad of phlegm in his mouth. He couldn't help himself, and he checked the color. Neon green. Not good.
"You are disgusting, you know that, Matty?"
He sniffed at Tim's comment. "Yeah, and you don't check when you're sick?"
Tim just grinned. "You're not flying home with that chest cold, I hope?"
"Nope - I'll get something from the drugstore and lay low for the weekend." He hoped he didn't sound as pitiful to Tim as he did to his own ears.
"I'm staying in the city this weekend too - Elisa and the kids are going to her mom's."
Matt blinked, a little bit of hope rising in him. "I don't think I'm contagious."
"Hmmm - you finished medical school over the hiatus, Dr. Bomer?"
"Come on, Tim - keep me company - I'll get better faster if I'm not so miserable."
Tim chuckled. "You're pathetic and needy. Maybe I should call your mother to come up and take care of you,"
"I don't need someone to take care of me, I just don't want to be by myself." That was an outright lie. He was needy and pathetic.
Their car pulled up - it usually dropped Tim off first at his place in Brooklyn, then took Matt to his apartment on Gramercy Park in Manhattan. As it pulled out of Silvercup Studios, Matt calculated that he had about forty minutes to convince Tim to let him spend the weekend with him. Unfortunately, he started coughing so hard, the edges of his vision turned dark.
Tim held him as the coughs wracked his frame. That hand, stroking at his shoulder blades, felt so damn good.
He stopped coughing long enough to realize that the car had stopped. All Tim said was "Wait here" before he got out and ran into the drug store they were parked in front of.
Tim was gone for about ten minutes, and Matt alternatively coughed and felt like he was about to pass out. Tim came back with a bag filled with medication and a bottle of water that he cracked opened and handed to him. "Here, take small sips." The bottle wasn't ice cold, but it was cool enough to be soothing on his now raw throat.
"You doing okay?"
Matt nodded.
"I'm going to take you back to my place - I don't think you should be alone for the weekend."
Tim kept rubbing his back and Matt just wanted to curl up in his lap like a cat. "S'okay. Thanks."
"Close your eyes and try to get some sleep." Tim's voice was a pleasant grumble as Matt did just that, but his eyes popped opened when the Town Car came to a sudden stop and he slid forward.
"Here" Tim hauled him close. "I've got you."
Matt snuggled against Tim, resting his aching head on his co-star's shoulder. He took a tentative deep breath; afraid to precipitate another round of coughing, but thankfully, nothing happened. The congestion broke for a moment, and his nose was filled with Tim's fresh clean scent - warm man. He gave a little sigh of contentment. Then fell into another round of hacking coughs.
Tim just kept rubbing his back, the strokes so soothing that as sick as he was, Matt thought he never wanted this ride to end.
FIN
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Tim DeKay, Matt Bomer (as fictional characters)
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: So much unremitting schmoopy fluff that you just might get massive cavities. And since this is RPF, you know you're going to hell.
Word Count: ~800
Beta Credit: None
Summary: Matty miserable - he has a bad very cold. His good buddy, Tim, comes to the rescue.
Author's Note: I wrote this ages ago, for
coffeethyme4me. She had a bad summer cold and needed some comforting of the RPF variety. I thought it too schmoopy to post, but with the release of the iSnuggles vid, how could I hold back? Matt pressed the end call button on his phone, disconnecting from Simon. He wasn't going to head back to California this weekend, he was too damn sick. It was chest cold, and the only good news was that they had just wrapped the episode and he could go back to his apartment, curl up in bed and spend the next two days in lonely misery.
Everyone knew he was ill. The production team had taken mercy on him, bringing him hot honey and lemon tea and chicken soup from a nearby Jewish deli. He wished he had a cup of that tea now as he hacked up a lung. He didn't know what was worse, being sick, or being sick in the middle of summer in New York City.
He continued to cough, covering his mouth, and suddenly, there was a soothing hand on his back, rubbing up and down. It didn't stop his coughing, but the touch felt good. It was Tim.
"Relax, don't fight it."
He finally stopped hacking - and took the napkin that Tim offered, spitting out the revolting wad of phlegm in his mouth. He couldn't help himself, and he checked the color. Neon green. Not good.
"You are disgusting, you know that, Matty?"
He sniffed at Tim's comment. "Yeah, and you don't check when you're sick?"
Tim just grinned. "You're not flying home with that chest cold, I hope?"
"Nope - I'll get something from the drugstore and lay low for the weekend." He hoped he didn't sound as pitiful to Tim as he did to his own ears.
"I'm staying in the city this weekend too - Elisa and the kids are going to her mom's."
Matt blinked, a little bit of hope rising in him. "I don't think I'm contagious."
"Hmmm - you finished medical school over the hiatus, Dr. Bomer?"
"Come on, Tim - keep me company - I'll get better faster if I'm not so miserable."
Tim chuckled. "You're pathetic and needy. Maybe I should call your mother to come up and take care of you,"
"I don't need someone to take care of me, I just don't want to be by myself." That was an outright lie. He was needy and pathetic.
Their car pulled up - it usually dropped Tim off first at his place in Brooklyn, then took Matt to his apartment on Gramercy Park in Manhattan. As it pulled out of Silvercup Studios, Matt calculated that he had about forty minutes to convince Tim to let him spend the weekend with him. Unfortunately, he started coughing so hard, the edges of his vision turned dark.
Tim held him as the coughs wracked his frame. That hand, stroking at his shoulder blades, felt so damn good.
He stopped coughing long enough to realize that the car had stopped. All Tim said was "Wait here" before he got out and ran into the drug store they were parked in front of.
Tim was gone for about ten minutes, and Matt alternatively coughed and felt like he was about to pass out. Tim came back with a bag filled with medication and a bottle of water that he cracked opened and handed to him. "Here, take small sips." The bottle wasn't ice cold, but it was cool enough to be soothing on his now raw throat.
"You doing okay?"
Matt nodded.
"I'm going to take you back to my place - I don't think you should be alone for the weekend."
Tim kept rubbing his back and Matt just wanted to curl up in his lap like a cat. "S'okay. Thanks."
"Close your eyes and try to get some sleep." Tim's voice was a pleasant grumble as Matt did just that, but his eyes popped opened when the Town Car came to a sudden stop and he slid forward.
"Here" Tim hauled him close. "I've got you."
Matt snuggled against Tim, resting his aching head on his co-star's shoulder. He took a tentative deep breath; afraid to precipitate another round of coughing, but thankfully, nothing happened. The congestion broke for a moment, and his nose was filled with Tim's fresh clean scent - warm man. He gave a little sigh of contentment. Then fell into another round of hacking coughs.
Tim just kept rubbing his back, the strokes so soothing that as sick as he was, Matt thought he never wanted this ride to end.
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Date: 2013-02-18 10:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-18 11:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-19 05:43 am (UTC)What I love about this is how very realistic I believe it to be. After this whole app thing and that picture? I believe without a doubt that Tim would be all over him like this -- touching, holding, stroking, etc. IT'S CANON.
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Date: 2013-02-18 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-18 11:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-02-18 11:51 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2013-02-19 12:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-19 12:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-19 12:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-19 01:37 pm (UTC)We all need a Tim in our lives, someone to be there just at the right moment.
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Date: 2013-02-19 01:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-19 01:36 pm (UTC)That's Tim, so big and strong.
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Date: 2013-02-19 05:20 am (UTC)I'm off to read it again now.
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Date: 2013-02-19 01:36 pm (UTC)Thank you so much.
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Date: 2013-02-19 12:57 pm (UTC)Cute little ficlet, IMO.
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Date: 2013-02-19 01:36 pm (UTC)There's nothing worse than being all alone when you're sick - no one to complain to, no one to take care of you.
I understand Matty all too well.
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Date: 2013-02-19 04:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-02-20 11:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-20 01:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-24 04:38 pm (UTC)Perfect \o/ Exactly the right dose of snuggles ♥ Thank you \o/
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Date: 2013-02-27 02:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-06 02:34 am (UTC)Oh THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!!
*hugs you from afar because I'm GROSS*
LU, hon. <33
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Date: 2013-05-06 01:01 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-07-19 01:53 am (UTC)So glad you enjoyed!