Jay Gatsby (gatz) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-05-14 10:48:00 |
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Who? Jay Gatsby & Nick Carraway
Where? Their apartment
When? Tuesday morning
What? Gatsby tends to Nick's wounds, Nick enjoys it.
Status? Closed, ongoing
Rating? High eventually, to Nick's shame.
It had been a few weeks since Nick had been brutally attacked by Montparnasse, and Gatsby had been taking very good care of him. He'd been surprised to find that he had such a caring side, but the rage he'd felt when he realised that someone had harmed Nick had made him realise just how much he cared about him. His only true friend, the one person who understood him, the one person who had always been on his side, even after his death. No one was allowed to hurt that wonderful man.
They hadn't spoken about what he'd done. Gatsby had returned a little dishevelled, another shirt stained with drops of blood that weren't his own, his knuckles bruised and cut- and they hadn't talked about it. He'd had a shower, Nick had applied some of his antiseptic cream to his hand, and that was it.
He'd kept taking care of him, and today was no exception. Even though he was sure that Nick was more than capable of looking after himself now, there were still a few spots on his back and shoulders that he knew Nick couldn't reach easily on his own.
He'd grabbed the ibuprofen gel and joined Nick on the sofa, turning him so that he was sitting shirtless with his back against Gatsby's chest.
"It's getting much better. How are you feeling?" he asked him, as he squeezed some from the tube to his hands, rubbing it carefully against his shoulders.