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Puddles
Gary Barlow opened his front door to find a very soggy Mark Owen shivering on his doorstep, slightly muddy water splashed up and down him and his hair falling in his eyes in damp half-ringlets.
“What happened to you?!” Gary exclaimed in alarm, looking Mark up and down, his mouth open slightly. Mark sniffed quietly and shrugged.
“I fell in a puddle,” he explained, limping over the threshold and into Gary’s hallway. Gary’s frown deepened as he watched the smaller man hobble.
“Why are you limping?!” he questioned, his concern growing.
“I was on my bike when I fell,” Mark told him, pulling a face.
“What are you like Marko?” Gary sighed, putting a careful arm around Mark’s shoulders and guiding him through to sit on the sofa.
“Have you got any blankets? I’m feeling a bit...damp,” Mark shivered as he settled himself between the cushions. Gary looked at him thoughtfully.
“I think you need more than blankets – come on, get that soaking wet top off you, I think I’ve got a jumper around here somewhere that’ll do better...” he sighed, beginning to toss cushions around in the search for the jumper he knew he had discarded somewhere just the other day.
“Gaz...” Mark said in a small voice.
“Mm?” Gary replied distractedly.
“Do I really have to this shirt off? Can’t you just...towel me dry?” Mark asked.
“Towel you dry?! You’re not a puppy!” Gary laughed as he checked underneath the sofa for the illusive jumper. Mark laughed.
“I’m a bit like a puppy though – I’m definitely cute, everyone loves me and I even get overexcited and fall in puddles...” he suggested brightly. Gary simply rolled his eyes and smiled.
“You’ll catch a cold if you sit around sopping wet...aha! Gotcha! Here, put this on,” he said, clutching an old, thick woolly jumper victoriously in one hand and standing up. Mark took it with mild suspicion but duly chanced into it. The jumper dwarfed him; the sleeves were too long, the polo neck too big...it was safe to say Mark could have fitted himself into it twice. But still he snuggled down into it, grateful for the warmth. Satisfied that Mark was feeling a little better, Gary went off to prepare the tea, but when he came back, he was surprised to find Mark still huddling down amongst the sofa cushions, teeth chattering.
“Marko?” he asked in concern. Mark looked up at him with big hopeful eyes.
“Gaz, I think I need a cuddle,” he mumbled and Gary couldn’t help but laugh. He put down the tea and put his hands on his hips, turning slowly to look at Mark.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he chuckled and, before Mark could react, Gary had thrown himself down onto the sofa and grabbed Mark around his middle, pulling him into a rib-crushingly warm hug.
“I think I’m better now,” Mark smiled sleepily, curling up in Gary’s embrace and Gary nodded simply, reaching out for the remote and settling in to watch the telly.
“What happened to you?!” Gary exclaimed in alarm, looking Mark up and down, his mouth open slightly. Mark sniffed quietly and shrugged.
“I fell in a puddle,” he explained, limping over the threshold and into Gary’s hallway. Gary’s frown deepened as he watched the smaller man hobble.
“Why are you limping?!” he questioned, his concern growing.
“I was on my bike when I fell,” Mark told him, pulling a face.
“What are you like Marko?” Gary sighed, putting a careful arm around Mark’s shoulders and guiding him through to sit on the sofa.
“Have you got any blankets? I’m feeling a bit...damp,” Mark shivered as he settled himself between the cushions. Gary looked at him thoughtfully.
“I think you need more than blankets – come on, get that soaking wet top off you, I think I’ve got a jumper around here somewhere that’ll do better...” he sighed, beginning to toss cushions around in the search for the jumper he knew he had discarded somewhere just the other day.
“Gaz...” Mark said in a small voice.
“Mm?” Gary replied distractedly.
“Do I really have to this shirt off? Can’t you just...towel me dry?” Mark asked.
“Towel you dry?! You’re not a puppy!” Gary laughed as he checked underneath the sofa for the illusive jumper. Mark laughed.
“I’m a bit like a puppy though – I’m definitely cute, everyone loves me and I even get overexcited and fall in puddles...” he suggested brightly. Gary simply rolled his eyes and smiled.
“You’ll catch a cold if you sit around sopping wet...aha! Gotcha! Here, put this on,” he said, clutching an old, thick woolly jumper victoriously in one hand and standing up. Mark took it with mild suspicion but duly chanced into it. The jumper dwarfed him; the sleeves were too long, the polo neck too big...it was safe to say Mark could have fitted himself into it twice. But still he snuggled down into it, grateful for the warmth. Satisfied that Mark was feeling a little better, Gary went off to prepare the tea, but when he came back, he was surprised to find Mark still huddling down amongst the sofa cushions, teeth chattering.
“Marko?” he asked in concern. Mark looked up at him with big hopeful eyes.
“Gaz, I think I need a cuddle,” he mumbled and Gary couldn’t help but laugh. He put down the tea and put his hands on his hips, turning slowly to look at Mark.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he chuckled and, before Mark could react, Gary had thrown himself down onto the sofa and grabbed Mark around his middle, pulling him into a rib-crushingly warm hug.
“I think I’m better now,” Mark smiled sleepily, curling up in Gary’s embrace and Gary nodded simply, reaching out for the remote and settling in to watch the telly.