FIC - LoveSick

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New chapter.

Title - LoveSick
Author - me!
Pairings: finally got some!! Brad/Chip
Summary: Brad and Chip face what lies in front of them.
Rating: R

It might be lacking it's usual Jeff-ness, but it has a new Brad-ness that I love.

Chapter 3

Jeff sat on the couch in the den, wrapped in a blanket. After sweating for the past day and a half, he was now freezing. Grabbing the remote, he switched off the television and turned on a light.

 

The clock on the wall said it was around 2:30, and Brad still hadn’t come home yet. Jeff tried to think about what could be bothering him that much, but nothing made sense.

 

Laying his head back on the couch, he closed his eyes. He felt terrible. He’d never been this sick – well, ever. The part he hated about being sick was that he couldn’t even take of himself. He had to begin depending on people for help, and he had always been independent.

 

As he was about to start wallowing in his self-pity, the front door opened and Brad walked through it. He gave a wave to Jeff, who smiled back.

 

“So you’re still alive?” Brad teased, pulling a Coke out of the fridge. He popped the top at sat down at the kitchen table.

 

Jeff, blanket still wrapped around him, came into the kitchen. Sitting across from Brad, he said “Yes, Brad, I’m still alive. I’m sorry to disappoint you so severely. I know under your fake sarcasm you are deeply moved by my troubles.”

 

Brad chuckled. “Can you blame me? First you’re hurling, then you’re asking for weapons, and you’re sleeping like a log.”

 

“I’m truly touched about how concerned you were Brad. Really means a lot to me…” Jeff said sarcastically, pulling the blanket around him as he continued to shiver.

 

The two sat in silence for a minute before Brad asked quietly “Do you know how Chip is?”

Jeff lifted his head, giving Brad a strange look. “Why? What did you two fight about, anyway?”

Brad sighed, shaking his head. “Ugh, it was so stupid. Chip, he – he’s very nice and we are good friends, very good friends. But he wants…” Brad said, ending off.

 

Jeff raised his eyebrows, shocked. “Oh. Oh. Okay. Chip wants you two to be more than friends.” Brad nodded, placing his head into his hands. “Well, what do you want?”

 

“I don’t know. All I could think about when he started is how it’s never good to get involved with someone you work with. All I could think of was what happened to Greg,” Brad replied, his voice lowering at the end of the statement.

 

Jeff froze, stuck on the final sentence. “Wait. What do you mean ‘what happened to Greg’? Greg had a relationship with someone from Whose Line?”

Brad swore under his breath. He sighed. “Yes, and that’s all I’m saying, so don’t ask anymore. It’s still very touchy with him. He can’t know we had this conversation.” Jeff nodded. Brad took a swig of his Coke. He placed his chin in his palm. “I’m just afraid that it could ruin everything if it goes southward.”

“But what if it goes well? What if it’s the best thing you could’ve ever had, and you miss out on it because of hesitations? Wouldn’t that make things worse between you two?” Jeff pointed out, standing up from the table. Brad remained motionless, staring down at the table.

 

“I’ll be right back. There’s something I want to show you…it might take me a while, but just sit tight,” Jeff promised as he slowly began to climb the stairs.

 

Brad remained at the table, feeling numb. How was he going to face Chip again? The argument had not been pretty and some nasty things had been said. Brad just hadn’t wanted to face what was right in front of him. Now, he never knew if it would work.

“-Jeff, there better be a good reason for pulling me out of bed at 3 AM…”

“Oh, there is. You’ll see.”

Chip walked down the stairs in his sweatpants, yawning, closely followed by Jeff, who had a grin on his face. Brad looked up at Jeff, then at Chip who hadn’t realized who was sitting at the table.

 

Chip looked up, and saw Brad. Suddenly wide awake, he tried to push past Jeff to the staircase. “No. I’m not doing this now. Why are you doing this?”

 

Jeff grabbed Chip by the shoulders and walked him over to the seat next to Brad. “Someone has to. You’re not allowed back in the bedroom until this is solved.” With that, Jeff winked at Brad, and began to climb the stairs once more.

 

Brad watched Chip, looking very angry, cross his arms over his bare chest and turn away from him. Brad pursed his lips, trying to think of something to say.

 

“Are you just going to sit there like always, or are you actually going to say something?” Chip snapped, still with his back to Brad. He knew he had a right to be angry. He wanted it, and he knew Brad did as well. He was just good at reading peoples’ emotions like that. Yet all Brad did was deny it every time he would slightly bring it up.

“I’m not sure where to begin. I’ve never been good at this kind of stuff. But you know that,” Brad stumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. Chip began to smile, knowing it was true. Brad, seeing the smile, knew that he was heading in the right direction. “That’s the thing, Chip. You know everything about me. Me and you are so god damn close. Earlier, all I could think about is I would never want to lose you as a friend. You remember what happened between Ryan and Greg. The two were closer than close. They got together, and then Ryan broke Greg’s heart. I would never want that to happen, even though…even though I do want this to happen.”

Chip slowly turned toward Brad. He looked at him. “Why couldn’t you just say that today?”

Brad chuckled. “Have I ever been one to just come right out and say what I feel?”

Chip smiled, shaking his head. “No, you haven’t. But Brad, just because Ryan and Greg didn’t work out doesn’t mean we can’t. We’re the ones in control. And, for some unfortunate reason, if this doesn’t work out, we both realize we want to stay friends.” He grabbed Brad’s hand in his. “Right now, though, all I realize is that I want to be with you.”

Brad looked at Chip. “Same here.”

 

Chip stood up pulling Brad to his feet. “Then it’s settled,” he whispered, placing his arms around Brad’s neck. Brad cupped Chip’s face in his hands and brought their lips to meet. The kiss slowly deepened until Brad was littering kisses down neck and shoulders. Chip moved his hands to Brad’s back, pulling himself in closer. Brad placed his hands on Chip’s backside as Chip began to pull him towards the couch in the den. Practically connected, the two moved as one across the room, eventually sitting down on the couch.

As Chip laid back on the couch, panting, Brad on top of him, he smiled at him. “I told you it would alright…”

Brad grinned. “Better than alright.” With that, he went in for another kiss.