Title: Malingering
Author: Whitehothurt
Pairing: Tatsuha Uesugi/Ryuichi Sakuma
Fandom: Gravitation
Theme: #18: 'Say Ahh…'
Disclaimer: Neither Gravitation nor the characters involved belong to me, they are Maki Murakami's.
Additional: This fic uses big words oo; I don't even know where they came from…

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Tatsuha Uesugi was sick.

Well, really, it depended on who you asked. For example, if you asked a doctor, Tatsuha would be declared 'healthy'. If, however, you asked Tohma Seguchi, you would be subjected to a lengthy diatribe about the habits of pop stars who insisted on associating with their (excluded-for-politeness'-sake expletive) fans.

Eiri Yuki would simply use the word 'pervert'.

For our purposes, Tatsuha was sick. Sick with passion, mad from love.

And trying to cough convincingly in the back of a stretch limo.

Before anyone gets the wrong idea of our dear, virtuous, monk-like Tatsuha, this was not an everyday occurrence. In fact, Tatsuha had never done anything quite like this before, so he can probably be forgiven the urge when the opportunity arose. Chances were good that he would never have another opportunity, anyway – so he should really make the best of it.

Seated across the spacious interior from him was the owner of the limo himself. Tatsuha's idol, his God, his honey, Ryuichi Sakuma, who was currently worried enough about him to off a ride home in the limo.

Tatsuha gave up on pretending to cough and tried to surreptitiously watch Ryuichi without drooling (as he was wont to do when within a mile of the man). Those eyes were watching him, that mouth was speaking to him, those hands were fiddling with Kumagorou…

Wait, what?

Snapping back to attention, he focused back in on Ryuichi's voice.

"…so then, it was really, really cold out, and K's phone still wouldn't work, so we had to go find Tohma-chan, and he got really really mad at K, and I couldn't sing for a whole week because my throat was so sick." The fingers paused sadly for a moment. "But it was really alright, you know, 'cause I got to learn what you do for people with sore throats." He leaned forward until he was nose-to-nose with Tatsuha. "You have to say 'ah!'" Tatsuha blinked at him.

"Ah?" He tried hesitantly. Ryuichi shook his head, green hair falling over his eyes.

"No, open your mouth wider!"

"Ahh?" Tatsuha attempted again, but Ryuichi shook his head irritably.

"No, wider…"

And the next thing Tatsuha knew, the close face had come closer and kissed him. His eyes shot open as a tongue poked at his still-slightly-open lips, startled, he opened his mouth wider-

"Much better!" Ryuichi exclaimed. He sat back happily and peered into Tatsuha's mouth from the new vantage point. "Hey – you don't look sick to me!"