AN: Good after- good evening. Here’s some killer slash for you to read and we do hope you enjoy it. Old ones are here, as always.

By Jess and Jodie.

It just hit Steve one day and he can honestly say he never saw it coming.

He had just woken up to the worst pain he could remember. His back was aching, from his shoulders down to his waist. Steve tried to move, but even breathing hurt so he just laid there. Reece was already awake, a cigarette in his hand, and Steve wished he didn’t have to see him like this. They both knew he was older than Reece, it was clear, but now it was parading around the room like a giant elephant. Steve the old man, who can’t get out of bed.

“It’s a nice idea Steve, but we can’t actually stay in bed all day.”

Steve whinges and he tries to hide it, but Reece catches it. The look of concern on his face is not something Steve’s seen before.

“I can’t, actually, Reece.” Steve’s voice is forced because it hurts to do anything, and that includes talking. Reece moves to the side of the bed and sits down next to him, stubbing out his cigarette.

“Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere. My whole back.” Reece’s got his hands on Steve’s face and his shoulder, then moves them to his waist. He’s switched gears into some unknown doctor mode and Steve thinks what a turn on it would be if this damn pain would just stop!

“Sounds like a herniated disc.” Reece’s voice is far too calm in comparison to the pain. It’s sickeningly sweet. “Have you been doing any over strenuous activity lately?”

Steve shoots him a look because yes he has been, and that was all his fault. Oh Steven, I can’t wait any longer; Steve can remember clearly those words last night, right before Reece’s legs intertwined around his waist and Steve fucked him up against the hallway wall.

“Alright, plan: you’re going to wait here” another glare, which Reece gives a cheeky little smile to, “and I’m going to go out and get you something.”

Steve’s not sure how he’s going to manage to do that exactly, as the last time he checked, London was still covered in snow. They had carried in a lot of it last night, heads and coats doused in the stuff, and Steve could still see some dripping wet onto the floor. No chemists would even be open, not in this weather, and Reece can see the doubt all over Steve’s face.

“Don’t worry about how, that’s not important.” He meets Steve’s eyes and for a moment, he looks as if he’s about to continue on. He doesn’t; just squeezes Steve’s hand quickly as he grabs for his phone. Steve leans back against the pillows, trying not to move or think at all.

Steve can hear the front door slam some time later, Reece clambering inside from the freezing cold. Steve opens his eyes to see him already coming from the kitchen, a glass of water in one hand and a small pill bottle in the other.

“Here, take these.”

Reece pushes two pills into Steve’s palm and hands him the glass. He’s still wearing that oversized green parka he had pulled out of his closet last night, and the hood’s pulled up around his head. His face is a mixture of pink and red, obviously not immune to the cold, and Steve thinks he looks just about as ridiculous as he’s ever seen him. Steve knows he’s staring but Reece is staring back and he feels his chest tighten as Reece laughs and leans down to kiss Steve, his hood falling around Steve’s face as he does.

It hit Steve that day, worse than the back pain or the unknown pills; he was completely, hopelessly in love with this man.