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Billy made his way up the driveway of the Macher house, shivering from the crisp cold outside. He knew he should've brought a coat, but he didn't think he'd needed one. Although now it didn't really matter, he was already there. He'd get warm eventually.
He treaded up to the now bare tree that lead pretty much right into Stu's room, beginning to climb. The freezing cold bark on his hands was very unpleasant, but he ignored the feeling. If he wanted to see his boyfriend, bad weather was going to be the last thing to deter him.
As he grabbed onto the window sill, he heard a noise from inside that was all too familiar this time of year. An extremely loud sneeze.
The vibrations came all the way outside, tingling his palm as he almost burst out laughing. He slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle his giggling before opening the unlocked window, slipping inside the comfortably warm room and quickly shutting it. He heard a happy hum behind him, and turned around to find a very sick looking Stu bundled up in bed.
"Hi Bills.. Come to join the party?" He joked, blocked breathing making him sound very nasally. He tried to sit up, but groaned and clutched his head as soon as he did. Billy walked over to the bed and lied him back down, feeling the warm space heater blow on his jeans as he did. He took a seat on the bed next to the cocoon of comforters that was Stu.
"Sorta, I just wanted to come see you. Looks like you're not feeling so good, though." He noted, the blonde shaking his head and flashing his infectious smile.
"Nope, got the flu bad this year. I rolled myself up in a couple of our best blankets and I've kinda just been sittin' here. Glad you're here though, you make everything better.." He giggled, nuzzling into his pillow some more. Billy softly smiled back at him, kinda wishing he was under the blankets too.
"Are you by yourself this week?" Billy asked, half expecting him to say yes. Stu's parents were usually busy around winter break, either with work or getting ready for Christmas. Considering it was only the first week of two, he could guess it was work. He was mildly surprised when Stu shook his head no, though.
"Nah, Les is downstairs."
"Leslie? She's never here."
"Yeah, but Mom made her stay since it's Christmas break. We all know how bad she missed her baby brother." Stu snickered, causing him to cover his mouth with the blanket and start coughing. "She's supposed to be keeping an eye on me, but she pretty much just told me 'don't die' and went back downstairs."
Billy rolled his eyes, cupping Stu's face in his hand and softly rubbing over his cheek with his thumb. "Well, looks like I'll be the one taking care of you then."
"I don't object to that." Stu smiled, closing his eyes and savoring Billy's touch. They stayed there for a few minutes, Billy trying to give him all the affection he couldn't during the school week before break. It drove him insane that he had to wait until they were secluded to do something as small as giving him a hug or a kiss, but they both knew what could happen if they were caught, and at the least it could cost them the comfort of sitting down for the next month. At the most, he shuddered to think.
"Do you want me to make you anything? Like, uh.. I dunno, soup?" Billy asked, causing Stu to snicker again at his unsure tone.
"Yeah, soup sounds good. We have some chicken noodle cans downstairs, I think."
"Okay. Don't hurt yourself."
"Aww, you're so caring~" Stu chuckled as Billy playfully flicked him on his head. "I won't, I promise. This headache is killing me anyway."
"Good." He leaned down and gave the other a kiss on his very warm forehead, going downstairs and into the kitchen. He looked into the living room, seeing a figure sitting on the couch with their back to the doorway, the TV playing some dumb reality show. He turned around to go make the soup, but got startled when Leslie suddenly spoke.
"You're supposed to be in bed." She called, not looking behind her to even check who it was.
"I'm not Stu." He called back, causing her to turn around. She simply said, "Oh." and turned back to the TV, no longer paying attention to him.
'Careless.' He thought, getting down a can of chicken noodle soup. 'She didn't even ask who I was. What if I was trying to rob them, or hurt Stu? Not that I would, but she doesn't know that.' He skimmed over the directions, the volume of the TV making it harder than anticipated. 'Oh well. It's her fault if someone breaks in, I guess.'
It didn't take long to prepare the soup, which was convenient, but what absolutely wasn't convenient was the burning hot feeling of the bowl on his hands as he carried it up the stairs. He really wanted to go faster, but figured he didn't want to risk spilling it on himself if he did (that would be an arguably worse scenario), so he had to push through the annoying pain as he walked normally to Stu's bedroom.
"Finally." The blonde dramatically groaned as Billy walked through the doorway, slowly sitting up in his bed.
"Shut up, this soup is hot as fuck and I *will* pour it down your pants." Stu laughed at the threat as he took the bowl from Billy, hissing in pain and quickly setting it on the blanket.
"Owch. You weren't kidding."
"No, I'm *such* a jokester like that." Billy took a seat next to Stu, ruffling his hair. "You're stupid. I love you."
"Aw, Billy, you getting sappy on me?" He cackled as he got flicked on the forehead, leaning in to connect their lips. When they broke away, Stu began to slowly eat the soup (burning his mouth in the process).
"I shouldn't kiss you, you're sick. I'll probably get it worse than you have it. Or I'll get herpes, I don't know where your lips have been."
"You're an asshole!"
Billy was about to snap back at him when they heard something banging on the wall downstairs, scaring the cat out of its hiding spot and causing it to run out the room. "You two! Shut up!!" Leslie yelled from downstairs, sounding a lot more ticked than she needed to be.
The sick man snickered, taking another bite of soup. "Guess we gotta. Can't interrupt her show."
"God forbid." Billy rolled his eyes, giving Stu a warm smile. As they resumed their conversation, they both settled into bed, not planning on going anywhere for a while.