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Written for Jadder Week Day 7 - Rest.
Janosh tends to a sick Adder.
He slides both of his hands beneath Adder’s head, scooping it up. Adder stops whining, choosing to breathe through his nose. Good that is a less annoying sound. Slowly Janosh sits. He stretches both of his legs out, on either side of the Adder and his blanket. Adder squirms, trying to move closer. Janosh freezes.
Janosh rolls his eyes. He could leave Adder like this, head held up at an awkward angle. Give him back pain for being such a pain in the ass. Would be fitting.
Adder’s head turns in Janosh’s hold. His face flush like an apple and lips puffy. He looks so sad. Not weak. Maybe a little stupid but Leszek is never weak. Heels push against the wood as Janosh scoots closer.
His mouth opens. The whine is replaced by a contented moan as Janosh gently lays Adder’s head in his lap. Loose hair catches on Janosh’s stomach as Adder moves his head back and forth. Janosh keeps his legs on the sides of the blanket, holding it in place over Adder as the other man shifts.
With his nose pressed in between the bottom of Janosh’s stomach and above his thigh, Adder inhales deeply. A grin.