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aibaexchangeTitle: The Waiting Game
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1.6k
Pairing: Aiba/Sho, Aiba/Jun
Summary: Aiba’s sick. Sick sick sick. Would Sho just come and help him.
Notes: Recipient, I really hope you enjoy this. :)
The sunlight streaming in through his blinds sears his eyes and makes the pounding in his head head increase to a furious beat. He tries to take a deep, calming breath, but chokes instead as a cough wracks its way through his body. All he wants is to curl up and sleep, but the elements seem to be conspiring against him. He lets out a pitiful groan and reaches blindly for his phone.
“Hey Siri. Call Sho,” he croaks.
“Calling Jun Matsumoto, mobile,” Siri responds.
Aiba doesn’t notice, too busy coughing up his lungs as Siri makes the call for him.
When the phone connects, Aiba whines into it, “Help me, I’m dying,” and coughs pathetically to reinforce the point.
“Masaki?” Jun’s confusion-laced voice filters back in through the speaker.
Aiba pulls the phone back and stares blearily down at the screen where Jun’s name is displayed instead of Sho’s. “Why are you here?”
“Masaki, what the hell are you talking about?” Jun asks.
“I was calling Sho. You’re not Sho,” Aiba accuses, frowning at his phone blearily.
“You called me instead. Why are you dying and in need of Sho?”
“I woke up feeling like death warmed over. I’m practically a zombie. Sho has to heal me with his doctor-ly powers,” Aiba coughs again and groans at the raw feeling of his throat.
“You’re so ridiculous when you’re sick,” Jun laughs. “I’ll call Sho and let him know you need him. In the meantime I’ll swing by and keep you company until he can make it.”
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“Do you remember when Sho said he was coming by?” Aiba says from his tightly curled spot on the couch.
Jun bites his lip, holding back his sharp retort. This is the fifth time Aiba had asked that same question in the last hour. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to steady himself.
“You know Sho. His schedule is tight, as always. But I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” Jun promises, and rearranges the cold compress he has on Aiba’s head. In reality he has no idea when Sho will arrive since the last several text messages he sent had gone unread. He is probably busy with patients, given it is cold and flu season. While Aiba in his current condition is more patient than friend, it is highly unlikely Sho could break free for a special house call right now.
“I need him,” Aiba whines.
Jun rolls his eyes.
“What you need is to eat this soup. I went and bought it for you when you called earlier and you’ve done nothing but complain since I got here!” Jun slams the styrofoam bowl on the coffee table in front of Aiba, his frustration with the situation catching up to him. The soup sops over the side, soaking whatever reading material was there, most of the soup spreading across the table.
Aiba flinches, Jun’s outburst shocking him from his whinge.
Jun huffs out a short breath, closes his eyes, and counts backwards from five. When he reaches zero, he opens his eyes and gives a smile, gamely ignoring the fright in Aiba’s eyes.
“I’m going to go heat up some more soup. I’ll clean this,” he waves at the spilled soup on the table, “when I get back.”
He ignores the way Aiba clutches at his blanket. Jun turns away from him and makes his way back to the kitchen.
Aiba is skittish around him for the next hour or so, talking in a small voice and shying away from Jun when he draws too near. Jun tries his best to erase the outburst from Aiba’s mind by being nicer, and it seems to be working bit by bit, however Aiba keeps an eye on him the entire time, as if afraid to let him out of his sight. Jun sighs internally and stands from the couch.
“I’m going to go wash the dishes. Are you okay by yourself for a bit?”
Aiba nods silently, unblinking eyes fixed on Jun.
“Great,” Jun says, his smile spread bright and false over his face. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
Jun’s frustration is mounting again because all he wants to do is help, but Aiba has a single-minded focus on Sho.
“Let’s watch a movie,” Jun suggests once he returns to the living room and Aiba seems a little less freaked out by him.
He stands and goes to rifle through Aiba’s DVD collection. He notices a copy of Singing in the Rain and turns to look at Aiba, eyes wide. “You like this one too?” Jun asks, voice a little awed.
“Ah, that one actually is Sho-chan’s. He left it here the last time we did a movie night.” Aiba replies. A small smile creeps onto his face at the memory.
“Oh,” Jun replies, deflating a little. “Do you guys do that a lot?” He asks, hoping for nonchalance, wanting to keep the mood light.
“Mmm,” Aiba nods in response. “At least once a week, closer to two or three recently. I think I’m wearing him down. He’ll ask me out soon, I can feel it.”
This is the happiest Aiba has looked all day and jealousy claws at Jun’s chest.
“Let’s watch this one,” Jun says grabbing blindly for another movie and loading it into the disc player before making his way back to the couch so he can sit next to Aiba.
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Jun glances down at his watch when the knock finally sounds at Aiba’s door. It’s early enough in the evening that he could wake Aiba up, but it had taken so long to convince him to nap that Jun isn’t so keen on that idea. He sets down the manga he borrowed from Aiba’s shelf and takes his time getting up from the sofa. He’s not in the mood to see anyone right now, especially not the person he’s sure he knows is knocking.
“Evening,” Jun says in greeting as he opens the front door. Sho looks tired, but then again, he usually does.
“How’s our patient?” Sho asks with a small smile.
“Sleeping,” Jun responds, and tries to look casual as he leans against the doorframe, “It’s just a cold, really. All he needed was some attention.”
To be honest, Jun had the feeling it was something that could actually require a doctor’s visit, but it was the last thing he wanted to admit right now. The look Sho sends him makes him feel a little transparent, but Jun holds his ground anyway. He knew that if it actually came to that point, he would definitely be taking Aiba to a doctor… or call Sho up once again. But only if his hand were truly forced.
“Listen, I know I sent you some messages this morning, but that was obviously just for some doctorly advice. I can handle it from here. Really. You should go home and rest,” Jun suggests.
Sho gives him an odd look, but nods. “Let me know if anything changes.”
“Will do. Get home safe,” Jun says softly and closes the door on a confused Sho before he can respond.
Aiba is still sleeping soundly when Jun returns. He reaches down and brushes the hair off of his forehead checking again for signs of his fever returning. It doesn’t seem to have lowered, but it’s not higher and Jun is fine with that. Once satisfied with his temperature reading, he settles back into place and resumes reading the borrowed manga.
When the clock strikes 11PM, Jun rouses Aiba and guides him to bed. He crawls in behind him and curls himself around Aiba once Aiba has fallen back to sleep.
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When Aiba wakes the next morning his head feels less fuzzy and he feels like he can maybe keep on living. Someone’s arm is draped over him and he wiggles himself out from under the weight hoping to see that Sho has appeared while he slept. Instead he finds Jun sleeping soundly.
“Jun?” he rasps and scrunches his brow in confusion.
Jun stirs at the sound and blinks back up at him. “Morning. How are you feeling?” he asks.
“Where’s Sho?” Aiba replies, ignoring Jun’s question and sending a stab of annoyance through him. “I thought you texted him yesterday?” Aiba demands.
“I did text him, he just never showed up,” Jun snaps in response. “I guess he was too busy or forgot, or just didn’t feel like taking care of you.”
Aiba recoils back as if he’s been slapped. “He didn’t come?” he asks quietly.
Jun feels a sick sense of satisfaction seeping into his bones at the disappointed look on Aiba’s face. “No, Masaki. He never showed up. I was awake reading until I dragged you in here so you wouldn’t wake up with a crick in your neck from sleeping on the couch.” He reaches over and pushes Aiba’s bangs back out of his face.
Aiba stiffens, then relaxes into the touch.
“Thanks for staying with me yesterday, Jun-chan,” Aiba tells him quietly. “I guess I was wrong about Sho-chan returning my feelings.”
Jun fights to keep the triumphant smile off of his face and shrugs off Aiba’s gratitude. “It was nothing Masaki, I’m sorry you’re sick, but glad I can be here for you. Let me go start breakfast.”
As Jun brews coffee, Aiba’s phone pings with an incoming message.
From: Sho-chan
How’s the cold?
Aiba clicks out of the message, deciding that if Sho wants to ignore him, he will return the favor.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1.6k
Pairing: Aiba/Sho, Aiba/Jun
Summary: Aiba’s sick. Sick sick sick. Would Sho just come and help him.
Notes: Recipient, I really hope you enjoy this. :)
The sunlight streaming in through his blinds sears his eyes and makes the pounding in his head head increase to a furious beat. He tries to take a deep, calming breath, but chokes instead as a cough wracks its way through his body. All he wants is to curl up and sleep, but the elements seem to be conspiring against him. He lets out a pitiful groan and reaches blindly for his phone.
“Hey Siri. Call Sho,” he croaks.
“Calling Jun Matsumoto, mobile,” Siri responds.
Aiba doesn’t notice, too busy coughing up his lungs as Siri makes the call for him.
When the phone connects, Aiba whines into it, “Help me, I’m dying,” and coughs pathetically to reinforce the point.
“Masaki?” Jun’s confusion-laced voice filters back in through the speaker.
Aiba pulls the phone back and stares blearily down at the screen where Jun’s name is displayed instead of Sho’s. “Why are you here?”
“Masaki, what the hell are you talking about?” Jun asks.
“I was calling Sho. You’re not Sho,” Aiba accuses, frowning at his phone blearily.
“You called me instead. Why are you dying and in need of Sho?”
“I woke up feeling like death warmed over. I’m practically a zombie. Sho has to heal me with his doctor-ly powers,” Aiba coughs again and groans at the raw feeling of his throat.
“You’re so ridiculous when you’re sick,” Jun laughs. “I’ll call Sho and let him know you need him. In the meantime I’ll swing by and keep you company until he can make it.”
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“Do you remember when Sho said he was coming by?” Aiba says from his tightly curled spot on the couch.
Jun bites his lip, holding back his sharp retort. This is the fifth time Aiba had asked that same question in the last hour. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to steady himself.
“You know Sho. His schedule is tight, as always. But I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” Jun promises, and rearranges the cold compress he has on Aiba’s head. In reality he has no idea when Sho will arrive since the last several text messages he sent had gone unread. He is probably busy with patients, given it is cold and flu season. While Aiba in his current condition is more patient than friend, it is highly unlikely Sho could break free for a special house call right now.
“I need him,” Aiba whines.
Jun rolls his eyes.
“What you need is to eat this soup. I went and bought it for you when you called earlier and you’ve done nothing but complain since I got here!” Jun slams the styrofoam bowl on the coffee table in front of Aiba, his frustration with the situation catching up to him. The soup sops over the side, soaking whatever reading material was there, most of the soup spreading across the table.
Aiba flinches, Jun’s outburst shocking him from his whinge.
Jun huffs out a short breath, closes his eyes, and counts backwards from five. When he reaches zero, he opens his eyes and gives a smile, gamely ignoring the fright in Aiba’s eyes.
“I’m going to go heat up some more soup. I’ll clean this,” he waves at the spilled soup on the table, “when I get back.”
He ignores the way Aiba clutches at his blanket. Jun turns away from him and makes his way back to the kitchen.
Aiba is skittish around him for the next hour or so, talking in a small voice and shying away from Jun when he draws too near. Jun tries his best to erase the outburst from Aiba’s mind by being nicer, and it seems to be working bit by bit, however Aiba keeps an eye on him the entire time, as if afraid to let him out of his sight. Jun sighs internally and stands from the couch.
“I’m going to go wash the dishes. Are you okay by yourself for a bit?”
Aiba nods silently, unblinking eyes fixed on Jun.
“Great,” Jun says, his smile spread bright and false over his face. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
Jun’s frustration is mounting again because all he wants to do is help, but Aiba has a single-minded focus on Sho.
“Let’s watch a movie,” Jun suggests once he returns to the living room and Aiba seems a little less freaked out by him.
He stands and goes to rifle through Aiba’s DVD collection. He notices a copy of Singing in the Rain and turns to look at Aiba, eyes wide. “You like this one too?” Jun asks, voice a little awed.
“Ah, that one actually is Sho-chan’s. He left it here the last time we did a movie night.” Aiba replies. A small smile creeps onto his face at the memory.
“Oh,” Jun replies, deflating a little. “Do you guys do that a lot?” He asks, hoping for nonchalance, wanting to keep the mood light.
“Mmm,” Aiba nods in response. “At least once a week, closer to two or three recently. I think I’m wearing him down. He’ll ask me out soon, I can feel it.”
This is the happiest Aiba has looked all day and jealousy claws at Jun’s chest.
“Let’s watch this one,” Jun says grabbing blindly for another movie and loading it into the disc player before making his way back to the couch so he can sit next to Aiba.
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Jun glances down at his watch when the knock finally sounds at Aiba’s door. It’s early enough in the evening that he could wake Aiba up, but it had taken so long to convince him to nap that Jun isn’t so keen on that idea. He sets down the manga he borrowed from Aiba’s shelf and takes his time getting up from the sofa. He’s not in the mood to see anyone right now, especially not the person he’s sure he knows is knocking.
“Evening,” Jun says in greeting as he opens the front door. Sho looks tired, but then again, he usually does.
“How’s our patient?” Sho asks with a small smile.
“Sleeping,” Jun responds, and tries to look casual as he leans against the doorframe, “It’s just a cold, really. All he needed was some attention.”
To be honest, Jun had the feeling it was something that could actually require a doctor’s visit, but it was the last thing he wanted to admit right now. The look Sho sends him makes him feel a little transparent, but Jun holds his ground anyway. He knew that if it actually came to that point, he would definitely be taking Aiba to a doctor… or call Sho up once again. But only if his hand were truly forced.
“Listen, I know I sent you some messages this morning, but that was obviously just for some doctorly advice. I can handle it from here. Really. You should go home and rest,” Jun suggests.
Sho gives him an odd look, but nods. “Let me know if anything changes.”
“Will do. Get home safe,” Jun says softly and closes the door on a confused Sho before he can respond.
Aiba is still sleeping soundly when Jun returns. He reaches down and brushes the hair off of his forehead checking again for signs of his fever returning. It doesn’t seem to have lowered, but it’s not higher and Jun is fine with that. Once satisfied with his temperature reading, he settles back into place and resumes reading the borrowed manga.
When the clock strikes 11PM, Jun rouses Aiba and guides him to bed. He crawls in behind him and curls himself around Aiba once Aiba has fallen back to sleep.
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When Aiba wakes the next morning his head feels less fuzzy and he feels like he can maybe keep on living. Someone’s arm is draped over him and he wiggles himself out from under the weight hoping to see that Sho has appeared while he slept. Instead he finds Jun sleeping soundly.
“Jun?” he rasps and scrunches his brow in confusion.
Jun stirs at the sound and blinks back up at him. “Morning. How are you feeling?” he asks.
“Where’s Sho?” Aiba replies, ignoring Jun’s question and sending a stab of annoyance through him. “I thought you texted him yesterday?” Aiba demands.
“I did text him, he just never showed up,” Jun snaps in response. “I guess he was too busy or forgot, or just didn’t feel like taking care of you.”
Aiba recoils back as if he’s been slapped. “He didn’t come?” he asks quietly.
Jun feels a sick sense of satisfaction seeping into his bones at the disappointed look on Aiba’s face. “No, Masaki. He never showed up. I was awake reading until I dragged you in here so you wouldn’t wake up with a crick in your neck from sleeping on the couch.” He reaches over and pushes Aiba’s bangs back out of his face.
Aiba stiffens, then relaxes into the touch.
“Thanks for staying with me yesterday, Jun-chan,” Aiba tells him quietly. “I guess I was wrong about Sho-chan returning my feelings.”
Jun fights to keep the triumphant smile off of his face and shrugs off Aiba’s gratitude. “It was nothing Masaki, I’m sorry you’re sick, but glad I can be here for you. Let me go start breakfast.”
As Jun brews coffee, Aiba’s phone pings with an incoming message.
From: Sho-chan
How’s the cold?
Aiba clicks out of the message, deciding that if Sho wants to ignore him, he will return the favor.
