Apparently, Blake aka @sweet-ladyy is sick rn, and when she posted saying to send her things to read about being taken care of by one of the boys, I couldn’t resist writing something lol. I hope you like this, Blake, and if it makes you feel even 1% better, I’ll consider it successful!
Also, do I know what a blurb is, cause this is 1.2k (I guess there are the slightest allusions to sex and nudity but nothing explicit)
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Body aching and head pounding from the inflammation and sinus pressure respectively, you groaned as you tried to sit up to turn off the alarm that was blaring on your bedside table. After a minute of struggle, you managed to, and blinked blearily around your room to find it empty.
Frowning, you tried to call out to your boyfriend, but all that came from your throat was a garbled sound and then a hacking cough. As you tried to cough into your elbow, you saw a figure walking quickly into the bedroom out of the corner of your eye. When you were finally able to take more than one breath in smoothly, you looked up to see said boyfriend, Brian, holding a steaming cup of tea out to you.
“You’re up,” he said sympathetically, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you took a careful sip.
The hot tea with a touch of honey helped soothe your throat and you pushed the covers off your legs with one hand, “Yeah, the alarm woke me. I gotta get ready for work.”
You were about to stand when Brian gently pushed on your shoulder to stop you. Looking up at him confusedly, he explained, “You’ve been coughing all night and you felt like you had a fever when I got up about an hour ago. I already called your work and told them that you’re sick. They said to rest up and get better; they don’t want an outbreak of a cold or the flu.”
Slumping back down in the bed, you took another sip of the tea and then set it down. You were relieved that you wouldn’t have to go into work or even have to call in, but then you thought about what Brian said and frowned again.
He noticed and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I was coughing all night?” you clarified and he nodded. “Oh, Bri, that means I kept you up with my coughing. I’m so sorry.”
Brian chuckled a little at the pout on your face and sat down next to you on the bed where you made room for him. “To be honest, I slept on the couch and just checked on you a couple times after the first hour of coughing. Also, don’t be sorry for coughing when you’re sick.”
“Okay,” you accepted easily, making Brian chuckle again, and you laid back down completely, trying to get comfortable enough to fall back asleep. Then you felt another throb of pain in your head and brought a hand to your forehead.
“I’ll go get you some ibuprofen,” Brian said, standing and walking out of the room. He returned in a second with the pills and a glass of water.
You sat slightly to take them and then Brian helped prop you up with two extra pillows behind your back so the congestion wouldn’t be as bad. Once you were settled, he sat down next to you again and massaged where your sinus cavities were on your face and you instantly felt better, the pressure being alleviated with his talented hands.
With the pain quickly retreating, you fell asleep with ease. It was a couple hours before you woke up again, due to hunger, and this time Brian was sitting on the bed next to you softly messing around with one of his acoustic guitars.
“Hungry?” he guessed easily, and when you nodded he left the room, setting the guitar on a stand that was permanently in your bedroom in case inspiration struck in the middle of the night (on multiple occasions it had struck in the middle of sex and if it weren’t so hot to see him working out a song naked, you would’ve been annoyed).
After a minute he was back with a bed tray that had a bowl of chicken noodle soup, a piece of buttered toast, saltines, and a glass of orange juice. You smiled and thanked him and then immediately dug in, glad it seemed to be just a cold and not the flu. The soup was delicious and soothed both your throat and body with its warmth.
Through a bite of toast, which was already settling your stomach, you asked, “Did you make this soup?”
Brian nodded, smiling a little proud smile, “I called Deaky for help and he handed me off to Veronica, but she gave me her family’s recipe and told me how to make it.”
You beamed back at him, the nap and the food already reenergizing you, and you told him, “Well, it’s delicious. Thank you, bub.”
He blushed at your praise and said, “Anything for you, love.”
Once lunch was finished (you made sure Brian had eaten as well), you started to get uncomfortable in the bed, and realized that you had sweat a bunch during your nap. Brian helped you to the shower, your body still a little weak, and you pulled off your damp pajamas as Brian undressed himself. He turned on the water and made it warmer than either of you usually preferred, then led you inside.
The hot water felt great on your achy body, but you noticed Brian wince at the temperature and turned it down so it wasn’t scalding him. He helped you wash and condition your hair, having done it multiple times before. Then he washed your body for you, and while there was nothing sensual in his movements, it was still a wonderfully intimate moment between the two of you. He gave you mini-massages on your shoulders, lower back, and thighs, helping to release the tension that had built up lying in bed. He pressed a kiss to each place when he was done and you would’ve kissed him senseless as a thank you, but refrained because you didn’t want him to get sick.
Once the shower was done and you were in fresh, clean pajamas, the two of you moved to the living room couch, cuddling up to watch reruns of whatever sitcoms happened to come on throughout the afternoon. Eventually, you fell asleep again, waking around 7:00pm.
A dinner of chicken noodle soup and a chat and listen to an album later, you were already ready for bed. Brian went with you, telling you that he was tired out too, and wanted to keep up on his rest so he didn’t get sick. You took a dose of cough syrup, hoping that would keep both you and Brian asleep through the night. The two of you got ready for bed together, sharing a quick kiss right after brushing your teeth because that seemed like the least likely time to spread germs.
Then you crawled into bed, sighing in appreciation when you realized that Brian had changed the sheets during your afternoon sleep. You felt him come up behind you and wrap his body around yours. It was a little tricky at first with the mound of pillows supporting you, but he managed to get settled.
Melting into him, you let out a hum and then said, “Thank you for taking such good care of me, Bri.”
“‘Course, it was my pleasure, love. Gotta make sure you’re happy even when you’re not completely healthy,” he said so sweetly that you couldn’t help but turn around in his arms and give him a kiss.
“I love you,” you said against his lips.
“I love you too.”
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I’m also tagging because it’s practically oneshot length: @riseetothesun @caborhapch @drowseoftaylor @queenlover05 @johndeaconshands
