I'm home sick af right now and going through your writing is definitely making it better. What would happen if Kept Boy Steve got sick? Maybe he just wakes up one day with a fever next to Bucky?
sick fic! sick fic! i’m sorry that you’re sick, but i love sick fics. my brothers are also sick at the mo, actually, both of them have come down with the flu. incidentally, neither of them believe in flu shots. i had one and i’m fine; my immune system’s worse than theirs. so, get your flu shots, everyone!
poor sugarbaby steve getting sick! steve’s immune system is not the greatest, we know that. always when it starts to get cold out in the autumn, bucky starts stocking up on immune health supplements and making steve take some every day, bc he knows the poor boy will catch cold at the drop of a hat. but without fail, steve starts to sniffle sometime towards the middle of october.
the sniffles usually hit after he goes through heat for the season, so steve always complains that bucky shouldn’t take time off time to take care of steve when he’s sick, bc bucky will have just done that for his heat, but of course, bucky doesn’t listen.
bucky takes at least a week off whenever steve’s sick. steve hates chicken noodle soup, so bucky brings home Matzo ball soup and stuff like that; there’s a soup that my Armenian grandma made and my dad makes that we call Monta soup but that’s not the proper name, it’s ground beef and small shells in broth and it’s great with yogurt (or madzoon if we’ve made it) and a lil bit of mint and it’s amazing on the throat and really soothing for the stomach, so i like to think bucky gets that for steve as well. bucky also all kinds of good quality teas and some really really good honey, like high quality stuff from a beekeeper that knows what they’re doing and that you can taste the flowers the bees visited in. basically all kinds of handmade foods and things, anything and everything to help steve feel better.
when steve’s sick, it’s full misery. his head’s stuffy, his nose is constantly leaking, his sinuses are so congested he can feel it in his eyes, the poor thing. bucky keeps him in soft, comfy clothes, things that are cool if his fever gets high and keeps lots of blankets around so he can bundle steve up in a little sick burrito if he gets cold. a nice soft pair of shorts and a tank top and some really thick fuzzy socks that go up above his knees and keep riding down so bucky has to fix them for him.
when he’s really sick, steve doesn’t have the energy to play and bucky’s too focused on helping him get better anyway, but if it’s not so bad, if it’s just a little cold, bucky makes a game out of it so steve has something to focus on other than his misery (bc we all know how awful congestion is). similar to how they play with chastity, steve doesn’t do a thing for himself, bucky does everything for him. bucky dresses him, bucky showers him, bucky carries steve everywhere and everything he eats, bucky feeds him by hand. soups are a little difficult to do that way, but they manage. steve doesn’t move, he doesn’t lift a finger. he’s properly bucky’s pet; bucky will keep steve in his lap the whole time and when he’s feeling up to it, steve will squirm around in bucky’s lap until bucky puts a hand between his legs.
“is my poor boy feeling hot?” he’ll murmur in steve’s ear, “do you need something, sweet thing?” steve will just whine, bc his throat hurts and he doesn’t have to talk unless bucky just isn’t getting what he’s whining about. bucky will cuddle him closer and kiss along his ear to his cheek and ask “what is it you need, baby boy? what’s hurting?” steve just whines and rocks his ass back against bucky’s dick and bucky chuckles. “i think i understand what you need, baby. is it your little dick? is that what’s making you feel hot?”
steve will nod, starting to breathe louder, and bucky will cradle him close, sweep one hand down his front and the other up his thigh, until both converge between his legs. “is it here?” bucky will ask softly, his voice right in steve’s ear like steve loves. “does my poor little boy need to be touched?” steve will nod and whisper out, hoarse and barely audible, “yes, sir.” “poor thing,” bucky will murmur, “sick little boys need to rest so they can get better, isn’t that right? but you still need your sir’s touch, don’t you?” another nod from steve; he’s leaning his head back against bucky’s shoulder, his throat bared to him. bucky kisses his neck and slips a hand into steve’s shorts. “i’ll give my sweet little boy what he needs,” he’ll say, “always give my sweet boy whatever he wants.”
just like that, cradled in his lap, bucky will get steve off slow and sweet, talking in his ear the whole time. that’s how they do it every time they play when steve’s sick. sometimes bucky will fuck him, mostly he’ll just take his cock out and let steve feel it while he jacks him off, and after, he’ll let steve stay in his lap and he’ll jerk off himself and then feed his cum to steve when he’s done, bc he’s nice like that.
but if steve isn’t really well enough to play even like that and he still tries, bucky will gently tell him that he has to wait until he’s better. “good little boys focus on getting better for their alphas, you know i don’t want you uncomfortable when i’m playing with you.” he’ll make steve rest instead, but still hold him. it’s soft and sweet and steve does appreciate it when he’s feeling less like there’s a hurricane in his sinuses. poor baby.