a nettle-stung palm + tracing tanlines under a fingertip || sidgeno
wc: 762
There were weeds in his yard.
The gardener had told him as much, and that he was trying his best to get rid of them all but it was the middle of summer and sometimes plants popped up faster than he could manage between visits.
Sid had reassured him it was fine, of course, and thought nothing more of it.
Until he tripped coming back from his morning run. Stupid, really, that a small little root could take him out, palms first into an innocent (but completely not innocent) looking bunch of greenery.
That’s how he ends up in the bathroom with Geno gawking at the gnarly red splotches that stretch from his palm and up the finer skin of his wrists.
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“Could you look up what we’re supposed to do?” Sid asks, a little frustrated, holding his hands uselessly in front of him. The sting from the tiny plant fibres was only slightly more annoying than the fact that he couldn’t use them to look up information himself, and Geno was not moving as fast as he would. He takes a breath before adding, voice softer, “Please.”
“I look, I look,” Geno dutifully pulls out his phone, double checking with Sid that ‘stinging nettle’ was the right term, then wordlessly scrolling for a minute with his tongue held between his teeth as he concentrates on finding something.
Geno’s eyes widen and he holds out his phone to show Sid one result of where his internet search has gone, some infographic that does not look trustworthy in the slightest.
Sid gives him a look through raised eyebrows and says very forcefully, “You are not going to piss on my hand, thank you.”
“Not suggesting I’m do it!” Geno cries in disbelief, but there’s a big grin on his face that turns into a sly little smirk, “So kinky, Sid.”
Sidney doesn’t entertain further, but he smiles as he murmurs, “Well, you’re no help at all.”
Seemingly, Geno takes that quip as a challenge and uses his big hands to push Sidney to sit on the counter, “Here, I do, okay. Sit.”
He leaves his phone open on a more reliable looking website, and Sidney reads through what it says as Geno gently undoes the clasp of his watch. The pad of his fingers ghost over the stark tan line left in its wake.
Geno turns on the sink and maneuvers Sid’s hands under the cool stream of water. Sid feels a sharp breath leave his lungs as he closes his eyes, but it does start to sooth the burn after a moment, Geno’s hands carefully moving in circles under the water with no less than a handful of soap, using his thumbs over the thicker skin of Sid’s palms, hopefully dislodging all of the minuscule needles.
Sid watches him closely, in part because it takes his mind off the pain, but also because he is lost in thought about just how lucky he was to have someone that cared for him so much, someone to be so gentle with him. How lucky he was that it was Geno, how lucky that it had always been Geno.
Geno makes a noise before going off in Russian without a glance at Sid.
Sid gets most of it now. Something about Sid thinking so hard that Geno can feel it, and that he shouldn’t be scrutinizing his hard work. Sid only keeps watching with a fond, dopey smile on his face.
“Is feeling okay?” Geno asks with a pointed look, letting some cool cloths rest on Sid’s hands for now.
Sid wants to reach up and hold Geno’s face between his hands and kiss him, but he can’t, so instead he tilts his head up and smiles thankfully, “Feels a lot better. Thank you, G. Thanks for taking care of me.”
What he really wants is to say thank you for everything, for being thoughtful and kind and caring, and for always loving him even when he’s being a pain in the ass, for being the best teammate he could ask for, for his patience and the way he looks at him. All of it and then some. It seems a little too much for a Sunday morning in the heat of July, so Sidney tucks all of it away for later. Geno’s watching Sid’s eyes so carefully, Sid thinks that he might get it, anyways.
“Always, Sid,” Geno grins like it’s a no brainer
Sid’s breath hitches and he sighs happily, “Kiss me.”
“Bossy,” Geno tuts but indulges his desires, leaning down to kiss him softly.
