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Comfort	By : icesk8ergrrl86 Category: Individual Celebrities > Criss Angel Views: 895 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Comfort
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Criss Angel/Jeffree Star
Summary: Based on a dream I had. Criss has a sinus infection and Jeffree unwillingly provides comfort.
Warning(s): Language, homosexuality
Disclaimer: I do not own/am not associated with Criss, Jeffree, or their respective families and television and/or stage shows and am making no money from this. This never happened. There’s a reason it’s called fiction.
Note(s): I dreamed this the other night after watching Mindfreak

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Criss had fucked Jeffree nearly every night since they had met after Jeffree’s performance at Body English – nearly because there had been a few nights when one or both of them had not been able to get away from adoring fans, ravenous reporters, or the crew from their respective shows. That had been almost a month ago and Jeffree had not fucked anyone else in all that time. For him it was a record. Some people might call it a relationship but Jeffree Star did not do relationships and he was pretty sure Criss only did relationships with girls. That was one of the many reasons – the many, many reasons – why Jeffree had neither asked nor wanted to meet Criss’s family.

And yet, here they were. All five hundred of them if he guessed correctly. The room was crawling with Sarantakos family members – they all looked like younger, older, or female versions of Criss – and oh, there was his assistant so it was not all family but what the fuck?

Jeffree had innocently – for once – come upstairs to Criss’s suite at the Luxor for their longstanding sex date – did Jeffree do dates? Well, fuck it, he supposed he must – to help Criss relax a little before his big…big what? He had not been listening when it was explained to him, after all he had had Criss’s dick in his mouth at the time but he thought it might have something to do with the illusionist trying to drown – or not drown? – himself in some aquarium where he had almost – accidentally? – drowned once before. He had knocked on the door and…

Now here he was staring down at the diminutive old woman who had answered the door at his knock. And she was staring at him in return, obviously taking in his pink hair and the Hello Kitty tiara perched on top of it. But before he could ask if he had the wrong room or if Criss had changed rooms she spoke in an accent Jeffree had never heard before. “All that pink,” she said. “You are Jeffree, yes? Christopher has a sinus infection. You came to see my son? In there.” She pointed to a door Jeffree knew led to the bedroom. “You go now.” She shooed him in the right direction and Jeffree went. Criss had once told him how scary his mother was but Jeffree saw nothing scary about her. He let her herd him toward the bedroom anyway since that had been his original destination.

It was not until he was inside with the door shut behind him that Jeffree’s eyes had a chance to adjust to the darkness and he could see Criss curled up in bed with a mountain of pillows – of which Jeffree approved – and that demon cat that always followed him – of which Jeffree did not approve; damn thing had tried to take his toes off – and obviously not well which was strange because Criss claimed he was never ill. As Jeffree approached the bed he saw the illusionist open his eyes and heard a soft muttered, “shit.”

“I came all the way up here and that’s my welcome?”

“I don’t feel like doing this today,” Criss murmured regretfully. “I’m sorry, Jeffree.” He shivered.

“It’s okay.” Why the fuck, he wondered as soon as the words left his mouth, did I say that? “I wouldn’t let you fuck me anyway. You look like shit.” That was better.

He thought Criss smiled at that. And shivered again.

Before he knew what he was doing and could stop himself, Jeffree took off his tiara and placed it delicately on the nightstand. Then he climbed into the big bed and snuggled against Criss’s back beneath the blankets. Except Jeffree Star did not snuggle. But he supposed this time it could be put down to medical reasons. “Go to sleep,” he ordered, “because I am so not doing this again.”

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That was how the doctor found them two hours later when he came in to check on Criss again – curled up together back to chest with Hammie in his usual spot beneath Criss’s chin. A further examination proved that Criss’s fever had finally broken.
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