Set On You
Part Two
By Niki (uncharmed)
Chris woke slowly the next afternoon. He carefully open his bloodshot eyes. Luckily, the curtains had been pulled shut leaving the room dim. As he rolled to his side, his stomach rolled in response. He sprang from the bed and darted out of his room and across the hallway into the bathroom.
In his hurry to empty his stomach he failed to notice that the shower was running. He sagged back against the wall, closing his eyes, as he flushed the toilet.
Hearing the movement outside the shower the young man within pulled the curtain aside slightly and stuck his blond head out to see who it was. His green eyes took in the sick man on the floor.
"Chris, are you okay?" a deep voice questioned.
Chris' eyes sprang open at the voice. He stared up at the beautiful, wet man in front of him.
Oh, my God! He is in the shower. He is naked behind that curtain!
"Chris! Chris, are you okay?" The persistant voice brought him out of his trance.
"Yes, I'm........I'm fine."
Lance offered a quick grin before ducking back behind the curtain. Chris frowned at the disappearance.
Lance's voice continued from within the shower.
"Joey said you'd probably have quite a hangover today, I guess he was right. You fell asleep in the car and he and Justin had to carry you up to bed."
Lance continued to talk, but Chris merely heard the murmur of his voice and not the words as he was still caught up in the fact that four feet away from him the man of his dreams was completely nude. His throbbing head was racing with delightful thoughts of that nudity.
His thoughts were broken at the sound of the water shutting off. Chris watched transfixed as a wet muscled arm reached out of the shower to grab a towel. He stared dumbly at the shower curtain as he listened to Lance towel off. Chris held his breath as the curtain was pulled aside.
Chris wet his lips with his tongue as Lance stepped from the shower with the towel wrapped around his waist.
The young blond noticed that the other man was still on the floor and stuck his hand out to assist him to his feet.
"You need help up?" Lance asked.
Chris nodded and took hold of the offered hand. Lance pulled the smaller man to his feet.
"There you go."
Lance reached out and brushed a strand of hair off Chris' forehead. He reached past Chris and pulled a washcloth of the rack. He turned to the sink and ran the cloth under cold water. After squeezing out the excess water he turned back to Chris and used the wet cloth to wipe the smaller man's face. Chris leaned into the touch slightly before pulling back as Lance took away the cloth.
"There that's better. Have you taken anything for a headache?"
Chris still not speaking, shook his head.
"Okay, let's get you some."
Lance grabbed the brunet's hand and led him out of the bathroom, down the stairs and into the kitchen. He reached in the cabinet by the sink and grabbed the tylenol bottle. He removed a couple of pills and put them in Chris' palm. He then reached in the next cabinet and removed a glass. After filling the glass with water he handed it to Chris.
After downing the pills Chris whispered his thanks.
"No problem. Do you want to go back to sleep?"
Continued in Part 3