Fic: Coming down with something more
Title: Coming down with something more (1/?)
by jenna24de
Pairing(s): RDJude
Genre/Rating: RPS/H/C maybe NC-17
Word Count: 622
Summary: Jude is alone and sick and misses Rob so much and things getting worse
Warnings/Spoilers: H/C, sickJude, comfortingRoblater(maybe)
Notes: First fic in this fandom, first in englisch EVER
Many thanks to my lovly BETA..zoo-baby Thanks a lot
Jude was feeling down.
For four days in a row, he had worked from 7:00 am ´til 11:00 pm and it was showing. The light cough he had since last week seemed to get even worse. The feeling of loneliness wasn´t helping either.
"I´m getting old" was swirling permanently through his mind.
With the stupid scratch in his throat and the tiredness he could live, but missing his former co-worker was harder to take.
Making a movie like Repo Men was a lot harder then he had thought, but it was a chance, and a change from his otherwise action-less characters, so he thought.
Forrest was a nice guy and easygoing. The both of them had a lot of fun with all the cool gadgets and stuff, but it wasn´t the same. And the schedule was demanding as hell.
It wouldn´t be that bad if Robert had called him even once in a while. Or texted him or SOMETHING.
But he didn´t.
Why should the man even bother? He had a beautiful, intelligent, and kind wife and Jude was just a fling. Sure, they had a nice time together on set and off. But nothing more.
Lying on the couch of his admittedly nice hotel room, Jude was feeling a bit depressed.
He was not used to feelings like that. Normally, he was the one who broke the hearts of every woman he met and slept with and married and so on...and wasn´t THAT ironic? He deserved to feel like that. He WAS a schmuck, a bad guy.
Jude shivered slightly.
Robert was obviously sent out to take revenge for all the times Jude had done the same thing to innocent women. Kind of.
He laughed bitterly...and a wet cough rattled his overworked body.
He felt so utterly alone in that moment that he really thought about calling his mom. But it was 1:00 in the morning, and waking his parents just because of a cold and a little heartache was beyond ridiculous.
Jude let out a sigh, and coughed again pretty painfully. Going to bed was such a nice idea but his bedroom was so far away. He sank further into the cushion of the cool leather sofa and sighed once again.
The fabric was so nice and heavenly cool...and he was so alone.
He closed his eyes and thought about Robert and his beautiful smile and soulful voice and deep brown eyes...and fell asleep without a blanket, the open balcony door and the freezing cold be damned.
***
Shadows were crawling along his bedroom ceiling and forming odd little pictures along the door and the mirrors from the closet.
He should be asleep and curled up against the love of his life after they had such fantastic and satisfying hours of love making...but sleep didn´t find him that night.
His thoughts were wandering to other times not so long ago.
There was a body, a male body, and he loved its touch and taste. It had a slim and masculine frame and eyes like the Caribbean summer sea.
Robert missed his Judesie. But back then, things got too complicated and he chickened out, so to speak.
He loved his wife so much but to tell the truth, he was falling head over heels in love with his co-star and he was not ready to risk his marriage.
Maybe Susan would understand. Maybe not.
But why was he thinking so much about him that night? As if something was wrong, out of line.
Maybe, just maybe, he should call him. Tell him that he was sorry for everything.
Tell him that he loves him too.
TBC...