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Kurt feels crummy. More crummy, he's certain, than he's ever felt in his entire life. He's got a fever of 101º, a scratchy throat, and everything just plain hurts. His head, his joints, even his skin feels like it's crying. And to top it all off? Judging by the way it keeps lurching up into his throat he can only assume that someone has decided to turn his stomach into a trampoline testing facility.
It is not a pleasant feeling.
It’s not a sex thing. Sex, in fact, is just about the farthest thing from Chris’ mind. (He’s far too busy focusing on an intense round of Angry Birds to be thinking about that, thank you very much.) What it is is a training tool, a method Chris uses when Darren gets in one of those moods. The kind where he is all sunshine and smiles and bouncing around with far more energy than should be humanly possible. It’s too much to stomach, particularly when they’d had such an ungodly early call time that morning.
He’s very fond of Darren. He is. But sometimes Chris’ co-star and sort-of-lover just needs to calm the fuck down. Now is most definitely one of those times. Somehow, sitting on Darren’s chest until he can be still seems like a good way to handle it.
“Can I get up yet?”