11. Recovering from an illness + u. Sharing a Bed + 14. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
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11 (recovering from an illness) + u (sharing a bed) + 14 (”I’m going to take care of you, okay?”)
“So, I’m not, not sure if you remember, but I told you multiple times not to kiss me while I was sick,” Evan is trying to explain without smiling to the miserable lump currently peeking up at him through the mess of their several blankets on the bed. “so.. I hate to tell you this, but you kind of did this to yourself.”
“Sounds fake,” Jared croaks back, maturely. As he does. Followed right after by a coughing fit.
Evan waits until he’s done before walking up to the side of the bed, sitting down next to Jared. “Do you— d’you need anything?”
Jared shakes his head, carefully pushing himself to sit up as well with a wince.
“Okay,” Evan frowns a little. He reaches out, gingerly plucking Jared’s glasses from his face, before folding them up and leaning over to put them on the nightstand. “You sure? You aren’t hungry or anything?”
“No,” the other boy answers quietly, grabbing one of the blankets and pulling it around his shoulders. “m’just cold. And tired.”
Evan nods. He leans forward a little, putting a hand behind Jared’s head to guide him forward enough for Evan to gently press his lips briefly to his forehead. “You feel kinda warm, though.”
“I didn’t realize you were a thermometer.”
When Evan pulls back, Jared’s giving him a stupid, crooked grin.
This boy.
To articulate that loving thought: “Alright, smartass, do you want me to go get a thermometer?”
“No,” Jared says, leaning his head back into the hand Evan still has there. “‘Sides, I’m pretty sure we only have, like. A cooking thermometer.”
“Hmm. I don’t think that’d work.”
“Sure it could. Just gotta..” Jared yawns quietly, eyes fluttering shut for a second when Evan gently plays with the hair on the back of his head. “like. Jam it into my leg. Like an epi-pen.”
“Yeah, uh, no,” Evan says back with a quiet laugh, and Jared opens his eyes just enough to peer up at him, grinning dopily. “You’re so weird.”
Jared mumbles something incoherently, leaning forward enough to press his forehead into Evan’s shoulder. Evan lets him, easily, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pressing another kiss to the top of his head.
They’re quiet for a few minutes - other than Jared’s slightly stuffed breathing.
“Didn’t you have plans today?” Jared mumbles, pulling away only enough for his words to not be muffled by Evan’s sweatshirt.
“I mean, yeah,” Evan said with a shrug, “but I’m probably going to - to hold off.”
“Wait, no,” Jared pulls more, brows knitted together. “I—I’ll be okay if you go. I don’t want— you don’t have to stay here just ‘cuz I’m sick, dude.”
“I know,” Evan assures him with a small grin, shaking his head. “the library will still be there tomorrow, Jare. It’s fine.”
Despite his words, Jared still looks a little guilty. “Are you sure? Seriously, I can—”
“Yes, I’m positive,” Evan tugs him close again, and this time Jared sort of just melts compliantly into it. “I’m staying, I’m going to take care of you, okay? I’m not— I want to. Promise. Especially since I’m sort of the reason why you’re sick.”
Quiet. And then, feebly,
“Even though you told me not to kiss you.”
“Even though I told you not to kiss me,” Evan repeats with a giggle, rolling his eyes fondly. “But - I mean, you’re— you were probably going to get sick either way? We kind of live together, s’kinda hard for us to not be around each other.”
Jared lifts his head again, grinning a little at him, and.
Yeah, okay, maybe Evan could understand why Jared claimed that he just couldn’t not kiss him, if it was anything like this.
“Still - maybe you could’ve been less around me, though,” Evan comments instead, grinning back.
“Nah.”
“‘Nah’?”
“S’completely unreasonable thing to ask from me.”
Evan blinks, before rolling his eyes again with a quiet laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
“If you got me sick, then that means I can’t get you sick again, right?”
“..I mean, probably not?”
Jared tugs a little on Evan’s sweatshirt sleeves. “Lay with me, then.”
Again, Evan kind of just watches the other boy for a minute, before sighing, chuckling softly to himself as he pulled himself out of Jared’s grasp to crawl over and actually lay on the bed with him. “And apparently I was being the baby when I was sick,” he teases, and Jared lightly kicks Evan’s leg with one of his own.
“M’sick, asshole. You can’t be mean to me.”
“Okay.”
Evan shifts so he’s lying on his side, and Jared flops back down onto the bed too, facing him.
“Hi,” Jared stage-whispers, and despite himself Evan laughs again.
“Hello.” It’s quite unfortunate that Evan can’t blame the flush on his own face from fever.
Jared scoots a little closer to him, and knowingly Evan opens his arms enough for the other boy to plant himself pressed to Evan as much as he could be. He rests his head on Evan’s shoulder, and Evan’s hand returns to idly playing with his messy hair.
“Nap?” Jared quietly requests into Evan’s sweatshirt, and Evan hums in response, his eyes having already slid shut.
“For a little while, yeah.”
They open again, though, because he feels Jared’s head move so he’s looking up at Evan.
“Love you,” Jared tells him quietly after a moment. And.
That’s still kind of new for them.
Or that’s what Evan tells himself, anyway, when those two words make his heart do way too much in his chest.
“I love you, too,” he says just as quietly, glancing down, brushing some of Jared’s hair off his forehead. “Get some rest, Jare.”
Shifting again, Jared hums affirmatively, closing his eyes. Evan thinks he might’ve noticed the way his heart skipped, because he puts one of his hands there, on his chest right above it.
They fall asleep for much longer than ‘a little while’, unsurprisingly to either of them.
