Backdate: Sept 1st and 2nd. Mads and Hugh Dancy. Home from Turkey. (Players Only)
Backdate: Friday, September 1st, 2006 and Saturday, September 2nd, 2006.
Mads Mikkelsen and dancy_hugh. Mads gets home from Turkey.
Will be backdated and cross-posted.
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"Bastard," Hugh whines and then breaks into a coughing fit. He's almost in tears as he paces across the living room, trailing the blanket end and a litter of tissues. His entire body jumps as he sneezes. "Bastard bloody cold."

Home several hours later than intended, Mads had finally called Hugh and told the boy that he would meet him at home as delay after delay kept him from London. Finally, it's after midnight and he's dragging inside.

Hearing the car pull up, Hugh snatches open the door and breaks into great sniffling, snuffling sobs. "You're home."

Eyes widening a bit at the greeting, Mads moves inside. "And you're ill..." he says with a frown, drawing Hugh in close and hugging the boy as he strokes his hair. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I - I was afraid you wouldn't come home. I swear I'm not contagious anymore." Hugh clings to Mads, a fresh sob sounding. "I can't smell you!"

"Of course I would come home, don't ever think such a thing...I'm supposed to take care of you while you're sick, not put you in quarantine. Come on, let's get you to bed, I'll make you some tea--and you may not want to smell me right now, kitty."

Big helpless tears roll down Hugh's face as he starts to speak, turning quickly and blowing his nose in a loud honk. "I don't care. You could smell like camel arse and I wouldn't care." He looks at Mads, the tiniest of twinkle in his eyes. "You haven't been around a camel's arse - have you?"

"You are not too sick to punish," Mads points out with a stern look, trying not to chuckle. "Now up to bed with you."

"Promise?" Hugh asks and then coughs. "Bastard cold," he grumbles, tugging the blanket closer and turning to head upstairs.

Mads chuckles softly, following the boy up the stairs so he can get him tucked into bed before putting on the tea. "How long have you been sick, pet?"

"For a couple of days," Hugh says as he climbs onto the bed. "But I'm actually better today."

Better? Mads thinks to himself, wondering what a state the boy must have been in during the previous days. "Well, I'll nurse you the rest of the way back to health." Tucking blankets around him, he smiles. "I'll go make you tea."

"Wait." Hugh catches Mads' hand and holds it to his cheek, eyes closing. "Thanks, I - I just needed to feel you." He smiles and releases his Sir.

Sitting on the bed for a moment, Mads brushes back Hugh's damp hair. "Any time you like. I'm home now and I'll take care of you."

"Thankssss," Hugh sighs out, drifting off to a more comfortable sleep than he'd had in days.

Smiling, Mads kisses Hugh's forehead and then heads downstairs.



The Next Morning…



The first thing that Hugh notices when he wakes up is that he can breathe and what he is sure had been a death rattle in his chest is gone, or at least considerably lessened. The second thing he notices is that the soft deep breathing of his Sir is right there in the room, in the bed with him. He flings himself up and over, landing across Mads and curling around him. "Sir!"

Mads lets out an undignified grunt as Hugh flings himself over him, startled out of a deep sleep. "Hello to you too, pet," he murmurs with a deep chuckle. "Feeling better?"

Rubbing his face on Mads chest and throat, Hugh just hums for a moment, fingers twining up to curl in his Sir's hair. "Mmhmm. You're home. That's all I needed, all those pills and shite was useless without you here." He roots around on the man, sniffing him.

Laughing still, Mads strokes at Hugh's back as he nuzzles and explores. "I missed you too, pet..." he murmurs.

"And you brought all my favorite things home with you."

"And what would that be, hmmm?" Mads inquires.

"Your smell," Hugh says, sniffing again. "Your hands." He catches one in his and kisses the fingers. "Your lips." Lifting his head, he kisses Mads. "And of course we can't forget one of my very favorite things." Wiggling and scooting he ducks under the covers to nuzzle at Mads' cock.

Mads grunts softly in pleasure as he feels Hugh's lips near his cock, hips twitching up just a bit. God yes, he's missed this part quite a bit as well. "Ah kitty..." he groans, fingers sinking into the boy's curls.

Hugh chuckles and sets about getting to know his Sir all over again...



…Later…



It's almost five hours later when Hugh drags in from the bathroom, rubbing a towel over his shower damp hair. "Well, I think I'm cured, I know I'm starving and I suspect I'm bowlegged now," he says and laughs.

"And likely to only get more bow legged, as I'm not nearly finished with you," Mads says with a dark smile. "But food first is definitely a good idea."

"Yes, please Sir. I'll just be a limp famished rag of a boy if you don't feed me." Hugh bats his lashes, eyes impossibly wide as he tries to hold in the smile.

Mads rolls his eyes, laughing. "You haven't changed a bit in my absence, which pleases me greatly." He swats the boy's arse. "Come on"

Hugh laughs, leaning up to kiss Mads' cheek as he tosses his towel to the side and hurries from the room. "I've leftovers and some garlic crisps and almost a whole box of almond biscuits."

Pulling a face, Mads catches the towel and follows after Hugh. "I see a trip to the market is in order..."

"Probably," Hugh laughs as he opens the refrigerator. "I cleaned though."

Hugh's definition of cleaning is vastly different from Mads, but he just smiles at his boy. "I can see that."

Fidgeting a bit, Hugh turns to Mads. "I missed you. Like - like a part of me."

Moving closer, Mads cups the boy's face in his hands. "I missed you just as much...I thought about you all the time."

"Mmmm..." Hugh melts against Mads, holding his face up, lips pursed.

"And what do you want? Hmm kitty? Could it be a kiss?" He brushes his lips teasingly across Hugh's.

"Meow," Hugh says, rubbing against Mads.

"My kitty..." Mads responds, stroking a hand down the lean back.


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