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Chapter 4!!!

Title: Love Sick
Author: moi!
Pairings: Brad/Chip
Summary: Jeff starts to realize what's actually going on between Greg and himself.
Rating: 17+

 

Chapter 4

The sunlight streamed into Greg’s bedroom, causing him to utter countless profanities. He grabbed the pillow from behind his head and covered his face, groaning. “I’m too fucking old for this.” He laid there still for a few minutes before realizing that he wasn’t going to fall asleep with a pillow over his face. If he was, it most likely wasn’t healthy.

 

Sighing, he pulled the pillow off his face and threw it across the room. As he slowly pulled himself into a sitting position, he realized that Brads bed was still made from yesterday, meaning that he hadn’t slept in it. Greg pursed his lips at the thought. He scratched his head before pulling his black frames off of his nightstand. Either he hadn’t returned home, or…

 

Greg smiled to himself as he stood up, stumbling around a bit. He braced himself on the wall a bit, clutching onto the doorframe as he walked out of the room. Walking through the hall, his mind kept traveling back to the thought of Chip and Brad finally together. “It’s about god damn time,” he muttered as he walked up to Chip and Jeff’s room.

The door was wide open, so Greg didn’t feel bad about poking his head in. He noticed first that Chip’s bed was empty as well. With that, he finally felt happy. He had known that Brad was unhappy, and Chip was waiting. Now, they had just come to terms.

 

He glanced over to the figure in the second bed. Cocking his head, he realized Jeff was thrashing about, muttering things in his sleep. Greg frowned, slowly walking into the room and up to his bed. A tormented look covered Jeff’s face as his eyes darted back and forth under his lidded eyes. His head flipped back and forth on the pillow. Sweat soaked his face and matted his hair. His fingers were digging into the mattress. Panting and jerking his legs, he would occasionally mutter things.

“…no....stop…you can’t…no…don’t…stop it…”

It was then that Greg realized Jeff was having another fever-induced nightmare. With some agility he never knew he had he got onto the bed, climbing over Jeff. Placing one leg firmly on each side of Jeff’s body, he grabbed his hands from the mattress with one hand, and with the other, he shook Jeff, calling his name.

 

With a sudden gasp, Jeff eyes snapped open. He took deep breaths, attempting to catch his breath. Looking down at himself, he began to regain his bearings. Greg watched him carefully, still having a tight grasp on his wrists. Jeff sighed, laying his head back down on the pillow.  Closing his eyes, he groaned, “What the fuck is wrong with me?” He then froze, opening his eyes immediately. He looked terrified at the sound that had just been emitted from his mouth.

 

Greg raised his eyebrows, slowly releasing his wrists. He climbed off of Jeff and sat on the edge of the bed. Jeff’s eyes were wide as he placed his hand on spot between his neck and throat, but drew it back immediately in pain.

 

“God, I don’t even know what to do…I hate being sick. This is like being on my fucking deathbed. And whenever I fall asleep…” Jeff rasped, sitting up against his pillows.

 

“What was it about this time?” Greg asked simply, trying to ignore the fact that it sounded like Jeff’s voice box had been shoved through a cheese grater

Jeff rolled his eyes. “You don’t want to know,” he muttered, before bursting into a coughing fit.

The truth was that Jeff couldn’t tell Greg. Jeff had dreamt about Greg and his mystery lover along with Brad and Chip. The two pairs had been sitting downstairs, only Greg’s friend face was blurry, so Jeff couldn’t figure out who it was. Jeff watched as Chip and Brad embraced each other, then Greg and his faceless lover. In the middle of it, the guy stood up and walked to the door.

Greg followed him. “Where are you going? You can’t leave me like this,” he had mumbled, voice cracking. The man simply shrugged, walking out the door. Greg had fallen against the door in a heap.

Then, Brad and Chip, after watching the spectacle, broke apart. Brad looked at Chip. Tracing his well-defined jaw with his finger, he had said, “It can never happen for us if it can’t for them.” With that, he got up and followed the other one out the door. And all Jeff could do was watch as his two friends sat and got their hearts broken.

Greg still sat on the edge of his bed, looking down at him with wary eyes. Jeff sighed, looking back at him. “Are you just going to sit there?” he eventually said, a smile coming up on his face.

“Maybe I should. With that horrendous voice of yours, I should be scared that you’re possessed or something,” Greg joked. He stood up, standing right next to Jeff’s bed.

 

Jeff smiled, laughing. “You’re probably right. You may have to go into one of your terrible exorcist impressions.” He pulled himself into a sitting position.

 

“I’d hit you, but there’s some saying that it’s wrong to hit sick people. And you are sick if you can’t see the beauty in those impersonations,” Greg chuckled, offering out a hand to help Jeff up.

 

“Everyone in the world must have some sort of disease then,” Jeff muttered under his breath, smile still taking up his face. He grabbed Greg’s hand and let Greg help him to his feet.

 

As Jeff got to his feet, his legs shook underneath him. His lower body gave no support to his upper body and he began to tumble over – into Greg, that is. Greg caught him with the left side of his body, steadying him.

“You can’t even walk on your own. How do you expect to enjoy good quality comedy?” Greg said, putting his left arm around Jeff’s shoulders and pulling him up on his feet.

 

Jeff smiled as Greg slid his arm around Jeff’s waist and the two of them began to walk through the house. He stayed quiet, for he felt if he opened his mouth, he’d say something he wish he hadn’t.

The two of them went down the stairs slowly, still linked together. Greg talked on and on about small things; Brad and Chip, Jeff, himself, work, but Jeff wasn’t listening. Jeff couldn’t concentrate on the sound of his voice. It was just like it was white noise around him.

 

They walked into the den area, only to find Brad and Chip asleep on the couch together, tightly held in each others embrace. Greg smiled. “I knew it would all come together.”

 

Jeff nodded, the smile disappearing off of his face. He knew he should be rejoicing that these two finally admitted everything, but he couldn’t. With the nightmares that kept plaguing him, the sudden upheaval of everything he knew, this awful illness he was dealing with, and of course, the arm that was beginning to feel a little too comfortable around his waist, nothing felt right. He’d never felt more confused in his life.

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Oh come on guys GET IT TOGETHER! :)
The first paragraph made me giggle :) '.. it wasn't healthy'
And poor Jeff! This was awesome! More!! More!!