#stupidbloob

Verdict: TREAT!

more jerejean :3 (continued from here)

Jean is completely fine. Until the cloth passes over his lips and his heart seizes in his chest. For a split second it's black and dark and Riko's laughter echoes somewhere in his mind. Before true panic can set in, the wash cloth is gone. Jean blinks and he's surrounded by colors and light and Jeremy, who is holding his hands up and away from Jean's face. He looks like someone has pulled a gun on him, both because of the position of his hands and the startled look on his face. Jean stares at him for a moment.

"Hey. You alright?"

"Of course."

"Are you sure?" Jeremy asks, giving him an appraising look. Jean isn't sure what to say. He is as 'alright' as he ever is. It just surprised him. It just...

"It is cold now. " Jean lies.

"I'll warm it up then." Jeremy moves over to the sink and wets the cloth again before re-situating himself between Jean's knees and tilting his head back the tiniest bit. "Keep your eyes open for me."

After that little setback, Jeremy doesn't go for Jean's mouth or nose again. Jean does as told and keeps his eyes open, staring up at Jeremy. He focuses on Jeremy's eyes, his freckles, the absence of a number on his left cheek. He can hardly breathe, but he thinks it's a just a side effect of being so near Jeremy. He doesn't even register Jeremy's finished until he tosses the wash cloth over his shoulder. It lands in the bathtub with a wet thunk. They're through, it's over. But Jeremy is still holding Jean's face, tenderly cradling it like he's something to be treated with care instead of ire or malice. Jean can't tell what he's thinking. He doesn't like it.

"Are you done?"

"Yeah! Done." Jeremy says with a jolt, dropping his hand to his side. "Wasn't so bad, right?"

Happy Valentine's Day from RonaDora!