#463

[feketeribizli]

me and the bad bitch i pulled by being um. ummm. erm. uh oh

[georgegraphys]

[underatedwords]

tasty tasty from lando

[nearmike]

What the hell is going on in the house of norrussell?

[tananai]

there they are ! my most special boys my number one clients ! my 634 <3

[rocketinthesky]

Fevers and Cuddles

Norrussell (George x Lando)

read on AO3 or below the pic

~750 words

sickfic, fluff no angst, my idea of a relationship study

George eyes the man sprawled onto his front, head hidden in the crook of George’s neck and arm loosely slung around George’s middle, suspiciously. Strange…very, very strange.

Lando hates cuddles—or being touched in general. Only physical intimacy George gets from him is during sex in the bedroom and the occasional daps and half hugs when they’re surrounded by a million cameras on the paddock during race weekends.

So, you can forgive George for being a little weirded out that the man who goes into fight mode when George pokes his cheek is suddenly squished into George’s body, bare skin against skin, feverish to the touch.

It gets a little concerning when George rakes his fingers through Lando’s hair and elicits a pleased hum instead of an annoyed groan.

“Are you sick?” George blurts out, starting to get a little scared.

He brings his palm to rest on Lando’s half-exposed forehead when the man’s answer is to simply burrow further into George’s body as if trying to crawl into his skin. Burning. Lando’s burning up.

“Blimey, mate, you’re scorchin’!” George exclaims, cupping Lando’s cheek and gently manoeuvring his head so that he can get a clearer look at him.

Lando’s skin is dry and hot to the touch, and despite George’s manhandling, Lando barely makes a noise other than a pathetic whimper, eyes screwed shut.

Something pangs inside George’s chest cavity. Running his thumb on the soft skin of Lando’s cheek, George asks, “Lando? Are you alright?”

Lando languidly blinks his eyes open, revealing cloudy blue. He makes an imperceptible movement in George’s hand. “M’ head’s killin’ me, mate. I can barely move. It’s like—like my bones hurt, even.”

George clicks his tongue softly, flashing him a sad smile. “That’s the fever, sweetheart. How’d this happen? You seemed fine last night.”

He tries not to let the memory of last night show on his face, but it must because Lando groans and rolls his eyes in distaste, immediately groaning again at the pain caused by the movement. “Piss off.”

“What!” George says defensively.

When Lando’s only response is pinning George with a silent look of judgment, he acquiesces with a grin and leans in to bump their noses together. “Hey.”

He pulls back and finds Lando with his face scrunched up. He’s feigning distaste, George knows. Can read it in the way his lips are slightly raised at the corners and how his eyes seem a bit more alive.

“What, you muppet.”

“Did you have any medicine?”

Lando nods.

George flashes him a stern look. “Did you eat something before you had the medicine?”

Lando furrows his brows, seemingly in annoyance. “Yuck, no, i could barely swallow the pill.”

“Lando.”

“Save the lecture, i beg.”

“You need food so it’s easily absorbed and acts faster. And also so that it doesn’t give you acid reflux. And also so—”

“I’m like 80% sure you’re making this up.” Lando deadpans.

“You need to eat to recover.”

“Dun want to.” Lando whines, unthinkingly cuddling closer to George’s body, nuzzling into George’s palm that is still resting on his cheek.

“C’mon, sweetheart. You should’ve woken me up, i could’ve made you something.”

Lando’s eyes go extra droopy and watery, the fever exceptionally harsh on him. George feels a little bad for lecturing him, but deems his concerns valid.

Lando shrugs, not meeting George’s eyes. “Meh.”

Deciding that any further argument will lead nowhere, George huffs a long sigh, leaning in to press a kiss onto Lando’s forehead, feeling the man shiver at the touch.

“I’ll order you some soup. That’ll be easy to get down.”

Lando turns his face in George’s hand, brushing his lips against George’s cooler skin. He speaks into George’s hand, “Chicken noodle, please.”

George smiles. “Sure thing.”

Lando meets his eyes properly, mouth lifted into a soft smile. “Thanks mate.”

“Yea…” George says. Before he’s really thinking about it, he’s diving in and meeting Lando in a kiss, close-lipped and gentle. Lando’s lips are chapped, broken skin rough against George’s. Yet he still feels so soft.

“You sure you should be doin’ that? Gonna get yourself sick.” Lando says, a faint dusting of red painting his skin.

George gives a jerk of his shoulder. “Probably already caught whatever it is you got. Let’s just hope it isn’t corona.”

Lando doesn’t say anything and simply goes back to bury his face in George’s chest, arm tightening around his waist.

“Order the soup, you muppet.”

George only laughs, complying to the order.

[mothaday]

[jttwconfessions]

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[akutagawa-daily]

Akutagawa daily 463/★

[plushidex]

"Cottonball"

[mostbelovedaewwrestlertournament]

Most Beloved AEW Wrestler Tournament 2

[feketeribizli]

inspired by whatever sidequest 463 is having right now

[pikabean]

463 (re: 457) he feels bad about flaming you online

[mp3-pplayers]

[nearmike]

Lando called George “model” and “perfect”

Mr Norris i was deeply unfamiliar with your game

[featheredstudies]

2023.04.06 // 23:06  reading about the french judicial archives at a bookstore/coffeeshop/bar in the east village i’ve been frequenting recently