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“Oh Ralph, you need to stay home. You have a fever.” Jack winced, turning the thermometer in his hand. 101.
“Okay, fine. I'll stay home.”
“Pinky promise?” Jack pittered.
Ralph rolled his eyes and stomped up the stairs. Jack seemed satisfied, and walked out the door without a second thought.
One hour later, Jack walked into the library, and saw that Ralph was sitting at a wooden table in front of his textbooks. He had two tissues stuffed into his nose, and a dead look in his eyes.
“Oh Ralphie, you need to go home.”
“I’m fine, Merridew.” Ralph grumbled, before coughing up a lung. He was buried under a scarf, hat, and Jack's warm hoodie.
“You should be in bed resting!” Jack protested. He pressed the back of his hand against Ralph's forehead. “God, you're burning up.”
“I took dayquil this morning, I'll be ok.” Ralph wiped a tissue under his nose and started coughing again.
Jack scooped up Ralph and flashed him a shit-eating grin. “Fear not, I’ll take you home!”
“God Dammit! I said I’m fine!”
Jack gazed into those muted hazel eyes, growing angrier by the second. Ralph's brows furrowed and he crossed his arms. “Put me down!”
Jack ran out to the parking lot and flung open the backdoor, gently laying Ralph across the back seats. “Do you want me to stop at CVS to get some cough drops or ginger ale?”
“No! Just take me home, you've made your bed now lay in it.” Ralph snapped.
Right as the car stopped in the driveway, Ralph opened the door on the other side and ran into the house before Jack could scoop him up.
Jack followed him to the bedroom, and saw Ralph snuggled under the blankets. He put on hand a his shoulder and gave him a kiss.
“Here, just lay down. I'll make you lunch.”
“Don't you have a class to be in though?”
“Bollocks to that class, I have to take care of you!”
Ralph blushed lightly, before hiding his face. “Fine.” He said, forcing an angry voice.
Jack held a plate with a bowl of chicken noodle soup in one hand, and peppermint tea in the other. “How's your appetite, honey? I made you soup.”
snore….snore...snore…
“Awww, honey.” Jack walked closer to the bed and set the soup down. He looked down at Ralph's sleepy little face. He couldn't bear to stand there and not snuggle his warm boyfriend.
Ralph is like a fluffy warm lamb, perfect for cuddles.
“Jack, why are you snuggling me? You're gonna get sick.”
“I would much rather get sick than not be able to give you cuddles.”