Sore

[brigidmn.livejournal.com]

Title: Sore

Pairing: Nick Lidstrom/Chris Osgood

Fandom: Detroit Redwings RPS

Disclaimer: Owning people is still bad, mmmmkay

Summary: Ficalet to follow up my migraine fic; Spending the night on the floor was a nice thought, but not the best idea

Rating - PG...unless your mind wanders

 

Nick woke up, relieved to find that his headache was gone, and he could move without agony again. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, surprised when they connected with something soft and squishy instead of the cold hard floor.

 

“Ooof.”  Came a grunt from the floor, and a pair of blue eyes opened.  “Nick, why’d you step on me?”

 

“Sorry, Ozzie.”  Nick apologized.  “Wait a minute, why are you on the floor?”

 

Chris reached for Nick’s hands and slowly pulled himself to a sitting position, wincing as he noticed how stiff and sore his back was.  He gave Nick a concerned look.  “Do you not remember last night?”

 

“I remember I had a migraine.”  Nick told him.  “That doesn’t explain why you’re on the floor.”

 

“Because I didn’t want to make you puke by being restless in bed since you said you might get sick if you moved.”

 

“You could have slept on the couch.”

 

Chris gingerly rubbed his back.  “I didn’t want to leave you alone in case you got worse.” 

 

“What’s wrong with your back?”  Chris momentarily saw the concern flash across Nick’s eyes.

 

“Just sore.  I had Piet take a look at it; he says there’s nothing wrong with it.  It’s just sore muscles and age starting to catch up to me.”

 

“And I doubt sleeping on the floor helped it any.”  Nick helped Chris stand up and the younger goalie sat on the bed next to him. 

 

“What if you needed me?  I wasn’t sure if you could have made it downstairs.”

 

Nick shook his head, standing up.  “Lie down.  On your stomach.”  He clarified as Ozzie started to lay on his back.  “Let me pee, and then I’ll come back and give you a backrub before breakfast.”  He called over his shoulder.

 

Chris nodded, waiting for Nick to come back from the bathroom.  When his lover returned with the bottle of hand lotion, he sat on the bed next to him and began working his way through Ozzie’s tense lower back muscles.  He slowly worked his way up Ozzie’s spine, kneading the muscles with his fingers and heels of his hands, working on circular motions with his thumbs.  20 minutes later, he had reached the goalie’s shoulders, and began working his way back down with his palms, checking for any tight areas he may have missed.  However, judging by the relaxed expression on Chris’s face, he was fairly confident that the younger man felt much better.

 

He bent down beside him for a moment, planting gentle kisses on Ozzie’s forehead, jawline and lips.  “I’m going to go make you a wonderful breakfast for taking care of me last night.  Be downstairs before it gets cold.”  He whispered gently.

 

Ozzie nodded, giving indication that he’d heard as grabbed a T shirt and headed downstairs. 

 

As much as he wanted to stay in bed, he knew it was rare that Nick went all out making breakfast, and he didn’t want to irk his lover by staying in bed and letting it get cold.  Besides, judging from the smells that were beginning to make their way up the stairs, Nick was making sure that Chris would have his favorites for breakfast.

 

He slipped into his flip-flips and made his way down to the kitchen.  Nick was just dishing up a plate of pancakes and bacon for him, setting in front of a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice.

 

“Cranberry Orange muffins in a few minutes.”  He said, setting a similar, smaller plate for himself in next to Chris’s. 

 

“You’re too good to me.”  Chris said, pouring syrup on his pancakes.

 

“You took care of me.”

 

“I didn’t do much.  Changed your ice pack a few times.  Helped you sit up once to take some more painkillers.”

 

“And I stepped on you.”

 

“Barely.  More surprised me than anything.  And the backrub more than makes up for that.  Are you feeling better?  I mean, you’re up to cooking, apparently, but…”

 

“Just tired.  I know you’d wanted to go shopping today, but-“

 

“If you’re not up for it, you’re not up for it.  We can do it tomorrow.  Today, we’ll rest.”  Ozzie swallowed his bite of pancakes, and began covering Nick in syrupy kisses, groaning as the oven timer signaled the muffins were done, preventing him from going any further at the breakfast table.

 

Comments

[musicksempire.livejournal.com]

Awwwww too cute!

[brigidmn.livejournal.com]

Thanks. :D

[cpexplosion.livejournal.com]

Aww.. what a perfect sequel ^^

How sweet of Nick to reward Ozzie's loyalty by stepping on him =P

[brigidmn.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Yes, Ozzie probably should not have slept Right next to the bed. *huggles her trampled Oz*

[mistokath13.livejournal.com]

awwwww Nicky. And Oz.

Love it. *laugh* poor frustrated Oz. :) no breakfast table sex? *stealthily feeds the plot...beasts*

Thank you for writing the sequel. It was fluffy and wonderful and just makes appetite for more, you know?

[brigidmn.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

Yeah...those darn muffins and Nick's refusal to let them burn getting in the way of the sex.

Next time, Ozzie, let the muffins get out of the oven Before you start attacking Nick at the table so you can get your breakfast sex.

[mistokath13.livejournal.com]

*laugh* Nick's priorities are...well...different than Oz', huh?

*grins* *feeds this particular plotbat a slice of apple*

[spartanwerewolf.livejournal.com]

Being stepped on sucks, I know, it has happened to me XD

Yay sequel! Yay fluffiness! And wooot backrubs!

26 hours with no cigarettes! GO ME

[brigidmn.livejournal.com]

I have not been stepped on yet...however was based on fact that dog has annoying habit of sleeping right by where I put my feet in the morning occasionally, resulting in me feeling like the world's most horrible person.

And fluff fic was needed right now and Oz was demanding

And Yay You!

[believe51.livejournal.com]

This made me go "Awwww!" And I laughed really hard when Ozzie got stepped on. Although the back rub and breakfast are making me think that I should get stepped on myself. =]