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Till had always considered autumn to be the worst season. Sure, the weather was nice, but he always got sick. Always. It was like clockwork. It doesn’t matter if it was a cold, the flu, or even fucking chickenpox, he always ended up coming down with something towards the beginning of autumn.
Luckily, his boyfriend revered him like he was some type of god. So, when he woke up with puffy eyes and a sore throat, he texted Ivan to bring over some cold medicine. The aforementioned man was banging on his door within ten minutes. How was that even possible? He lived on the other side of the city. It’s a miracle he didn’t get pulled over or hit by a car.
“Till, sweetheart, I got you some of your favorite snacks along with the medicine. Do you need anything else? I’ll stay overnight here until you feel better just to make sure you’re alright. I won’t leave you alone, don’t wo—“ Ivan’s rambling was interrupted by Till covering his mouth with his hand. “I told you to stop calling me sweetheart..” He mumbled, bashfully averting his eyes as he tried to will away the blush in his face.
Ivan was silent for a couple moments before he kissed Till’s hand, taking it off of his mouth and lacing their fingers together. “I can’t help it… you’re too cute. I just want to shower you with praises until you explode.” He buried his face into Till’s neck, nuzzling against him with a satisfied hum. Till stood there awkwardly for a moment before sputtering and shoving Ivan away. He snatched the grocery bags, (weakly) glaring at his boyfriend as he stormed down the hallway and slammed the door to his room shut behind him.
“I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re ready to eat, honey~! I’m making spaghetti tonight!” Ivan chirped, humming happily to himself as he grabbed an apron and began to make dinner. Meanwhile, Till was screaming into his pillow while kicking his feet on the bed like a little girl. It wasn’t out of embarrassment though. It was out of anger. Ivan couldn’t just pull that shit on him and expect him to be fine with it! He wasn’t used to any of that lovey-dovey shit. Granted, neither was Ivan, since he hadn’t dated anyone (or even shown interest in anyone) before Till, but still! He acted like he was a fucking playboy!
… Still, it was nice to be cared for like this. Even if he wasn’t used to having affection rained onto him like this, he didn’t hate it. On the contrary, he actually loved it. Would he ever publicly admit that? Fuck no. Ivan would tease him about it for days. Till grumbled and grabbed the cold medicine, pouring a tiny bit of the liquid into his mouth with a shiver. Why couldn’t they make tasty medicine? It’s not like it was a requirement for medicine to taste like actual horse shit.
After another thirty minutes of squirming around in bed and shoving tissues up his nose, Till finally waddled out into the living room and peeked his head around the kitchen. Ivan was standing in front of the sink, dumping the noodles into a strainer. Oh, and he had a pink apron on.
… Fuck. He looked way too good in that apron. He slowly made his way over to the taller man, wrapping his arms around his waist with a soft hum. “Thanks for making dinner… I’ll pay you back in some way when I feel better.” Till immediately regretted his decision when he saw the look on Ivan’s face. He looked like a rabid dog… “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Ivan. You’ve already made me do enough weird shit in bed.”
“Aw… you’re so mean to me, baby.” Ivan pouted, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss onto Till’s forehead before he turned back around and finished straining out the water in the pan. “Go lay back down in bed, I’ll bring the food to your room when it’s ready. Then we can watch a movie together. Does that sound good, sweetheart?” Ivan tilted his head to the side to avoid getting punched by Till, winking down at his boyfriend and squeezing his waist before ushering him out of the kitchen and over to his bedroom.
“Y-You…! Ivan, you bastard!” Till cursed under his breath for a solid minute or so, but eventually he did decide to lay down and wait for the food to come. He didn’t have to wait long; only about four minutes. Ivan had taken his apron off (how sad) before he climbed into bed alongside his boyfriend, feeding him a few forkfuls of pasta while he practically forced more of the cold medicine down his throat.
“Y’know, if you keep cuddling up to me like this, you’ll end up getting sick too. Don’t you have important meetings at work this week? You can’t miss those.” Till looked up at his boyfriend, who was currently holding him hostage on his lap. It’s not like the position wasn’t comfortable, it was just… intimate. Really intimate. “It doesn’t matter if I miss work. I have enough money. Besides, even if I was poor and homeless, I would still choose to spend time with you instead. You’re my entire world. If anything happened to you, I think I’d kill myself.”
“… I think a simple ‘I don’t care’ could’ve sufficed, Ivan.” Ivan simply smiled and squeezed the grey-haired man, pressing Till’s back even closer to his chest. “No words in any dialect could ever fully convey my love for you, Till. I really would do anything for you. I hope you know that.” Till was silent for a couple minutes before he sighed and tilted his head to the side, pecking Ivan on the cheek. He then twisted his whole body around so that he could nuzzle into Ivan’s nape, the tips of his ears flushed a light pink. “I- uh, I love you too, Ivan.”
“… Does that mean that you’ll let me—“ Ivan was quickly silenced by another kiss. He didn’t bother with continuing to tease Till at this point, instead opting to kiss his boyfriend back. Food long forgotten, the two lovers lost themselves in each other’s embrace until the birds began to chirp and the rays of fresh sunlight peeked through the curtain.
Ivan ended up having to call in sick at work for the next five days.