Hey, I said I was going to write a few more one shot fics! This one is
inspired by the fact I have the flu. You think that would keep me from
writing, wouldn't it, but then you'd be wrong! Sorry, you know how cold
medicine is. This is also my first shot at slash, so it's a little mild.
Disclaimer: I in no way own anything related to the WWE, nor will I probably ever. That means all you little beggars better get off my doorstep before I turn on the hose. ~*~
Randy coughed and pulled the blankets even closer to him. Who would have thought that the Legend Killer, Randy Orton, could be taken out by, of all things, the flu? He groaned and reached over to the bed stand to get yet another Kleenex. He heard a knock at the door, and saw his boyfriend, HHH, come into the room, caring one of the breakfast trays.
"Are you feeling any better?" Hunter asked. "I brought you a little something."
"I'm not really up for that right now, H." Randy said and turned over.
"You have such a dirty mind, which I usually enjoy. It's soup."
Randy slightly peaked up when he heard 'soup'. "What kind?"
"Chicken Noodle. Good for the soul, good for the body. Besides you have to eat something."
Randy paused for a second before he came completely out of the covers. "You brought crackers, right?"
"Of course."
Randy mock sighed. "Fine, I'll eat it. One stipulation though. You have to eat it with me." When he finished, he began coughing again.
"That would have been so sexy if it hadn't been so phlegmy." Hunter joked. He put the tray down on Randy's lap and crawled into the bed next to him. Randy pt his head on his shoulder for a few moments, but then decided to try the soup.
"I really hope you don't get sick from me." randy said between swallows. "I could have stayed at my house. This is really good, by the way."
"Thank you, it's one of the few things I know how to cook." Hunter replied. " And don' worry about me. I actually went and got the flu shot."
"Sure, use that against me." randy said and crumbled in a few more crackers into his soup. "Well, I guess you won't mind if I do this." Randy leaned over and passionately kissed Hunter, or at least tried to. He ended up coughing again instead.
"Why don't you just focus on getting better, Tiger." Hunter said. He patted Randy's leg and got out of the bed.
"Where are you going?"
"Downstairs. Then maybe you'll get some sleep and finally get over this bug." Hunter said. "Finish your soup, first. You need the fluids or you'll get"
"Dehydrated, I know." Randy finished and rolled his eyes. "You're just like my mom."
"I wouldn't have to be if you took better care of yourself." Hunter said and smiled as he shut the door.
"As soon as I ma over this, I am going for that damn shot." Randy said and plopped back down on the bed, ignoring the remains of his chicken noodle soup.
~*~
A/n: Once again, it's probably not that good, but I'm tired and on a lot of medications. Please review, either to let me know that I should never right under the influence or if I should always write this way. Anything you would like to say would be appreciated.
Hey, maybe if you're all lucky (or unlucky, depending on how crappy of a writer you think I am.) I'll have another story up soon!
(In the background): OH GOD NO!! Somebody should put this pathetic, writer who I think is completely untalented to death. And listen to me, I consider myself kin to Jesus!
Hehe, sorry, I had to do that, maybe some of you know who I'm talking about. I'm of course, just going to mock and say no names, because it's way more fun that way.
LoOk At Me, I'm FrEaKiNg AmAzInG!!!!
Disclaimer: I in no way own anything related to the WWE, nor will I probably ever. That means all you little beggars better get off my doorstep before I turn on the hose. ~*~
Randy coughed and pulled the blankets even closer to him. Who would have thought that the Legend Killer, Randy Orton, could be taken out by, of all things, the flu? He groaned and reached over to the bed stand to get yet another Kleenex. He heard a knock at the door, and saw his boyfriend, HHH, come into the room, caring one of the breakfast trays.
"Are you feeling any better?" Hunter asked. "I brought you a little something."
"I'm not really up for that right now, H." Randy said and turned over.
"You have such a dirty mind, which I usually enjoy. It's soup."
Randy slightly peaked up when he heard 'soup'. "What kind?"
"Chicken Noodle. Good for the soul, good for the body. Besides you have to eat something."
Randy paused for a second before he came completely out of the covers. "You brought crackers, right?"
"Of course."
Randy mock sighed. "Fine, I'll eat it. One stipulation though. You have to eat it with me." When he finished, he began coughing again.
"That would have been so sexy if it hadn't been so phlegmy." Hunter joked. He put the tray down on Randy's lap and crawled into the bed next to him. Randy pt his head on his shoulder for a few moments, but then decided to try the soup.
"I really hope you don't get sick from me." randy said between swallows. "I could have stayed at my house. This is really good, by the way."
"Thank you, it's one of the few things I know how to cook." Hunter replied. " And don' worry about me. I actually went and got the flu shot."
"Sure, use that against me." randy said and crumbled in a few more crackers into his soup. "Well, I guess you won't mind if I do this." Randy leaned over and passionately kissed Hunter, or at least tried to. He ended up coughing again instead.
"Why don't you just focus on getting better, Tiger." Hunter said. He patted Randy's leg and got out of the bed.
"Where are you going?"
"Downstairs. Then maybe you'll get some sleep and finally get over this bug." Hunter said. "Finish your soup, first. You need the fluids or you'll get"
"Dehydrated, I know." Randy finished and rolled his eyes. "You're just like my mom."
"I wouldn't have to be if you took better care of yourself." Hunter said and smiled as he shut the door.
"As soon as I ma over this, I am going for that damn shot." Randy said and plopped back down on the bed, ignoring the remains of his chicken noodle soup.
~*~
A/n: Once again, it's probably not that good, but I'm tired and on a lot of medications. Please review, either to let me know that I should never right under the influence or if I should always write this way. Anything you would like to say would be appreciated.
Hey, maybe if you're all lucky (or unlucky, depending on how crappy of a writer you think I am.) I'll have another story up soon!
(In the background): OH GOD NO!! Somebody should put this pathetic, writer who I think is completely untalented to death. And listen to me, I consider myself kin to Jesus!
Hehe, sorry, I had to do that, maybe some of you know who I'm talking about. I'm of course, just going to mock and say no names, because it's way more fun that way.
LoOk At Me, I'm FrEaKiNg AmAzInG!!!!