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Joe sneezed for, well, he had lost count after the twenty-sixth time.
Nicky: "Bless you."
Joe blew his nose, trying his best to make it look sexy.
Joe: "Thanks. Kind of you."
Nicky smiled as he handed Joe the bowl with the popcorn before lying down again.
Joe: "Also, kind of you."
Nicky: "Remember, if you empty the bowl, you have to refill it and..."
This time, Nicky sneezed, and Joe handed him the box with the tissues.
Joe: "Bless you."
Nicky: "Grazie and kind of you."
Joe: "Glad I am to some use these days. And I am still sorry for dragging our unwanted house guest home from the kindergarten."
Nicky: "Hi, it could also have been me who took our unwanted house guest home from work since I work at the local GP."
Joe and Nicky both suffered from a severe case of the flu.
Joe: "At least we got sick at the same time, even though it isn't as romantic as I had imagined when it came to being sick with your boyfriend."
Nicky: "What did you imagine?"
Joe: "Well, I had imagined less snot and more kissing mixed together with sex."
Nicky giggled, just as Joe sneezed again and Nicky handed him the box with tissues.
Joe: "Thanks."
Joe blew his nose.
Nicky: "You are welcome. So, what else did you imagine when it came to being sick with your boyfriend?"
Joe: "That the doctor would not say we couldn't kiss or sleep together until we were fever-free. Do you have any idea how hard the last two days have been living with your totally hot Italian boyfriend when all you want is to kiss him?"
Nicky: "No, can't say that, especially because I don't have a totally hot Italian boyfriend but a totally hot Tunisian boyfriend."
Joe laughed.
Joe: "You must be feeling better since your sarcasm has returned."
Nicky coughed this time.
Nicky: "I can say the same thing about you because you are starting to become frisky again."
Joe looked at his foot, which had wandered up Nicky's shin. When they got sick, Joe took one end of their big corner sofa while Nicky took the other end, so only their feet touched each other.
Joe: "At least one part of me is feeling better."
Joe lifted his duvet.
Joe: "Because I am sorry to inform you that my cock is still suffering from the flu."
Nicky laughed.
Nicky: "Stop making me laugh. My head is still hurting."
Joe: "This is not a laughing matter, Nicky, but a serious problem because in all the time I have known you, my cock has never said no to you. What if it is permanent?"
Joe looked really concerned at Nicky.
Nicky: "Yusuf, take some deep breaths for me because you don't have the air for a panic attack."
Joe did as he was told to do.
Nicky: "And I promise you, we will test your cock once we are feeling better, and if you can't make me scream of pleasure during the act as usual, we will see a doctor."
Joe: "I will keep you that promise."
Joe looked at the empty bowl.
Joe: "Should I make more popcorn before we watch another season of "Sabrina, The Teenager Witch"?"
Nicky: "That would be nice, but first, I think we both need a shower..."
Joe smirked.
Nicky: "Separately. We are still dealing with the flu."
Joe looked at Nicky with big, sad puppy eyes.
Nicky: "As soon we are over the flu, I promise to ride your cock in the bathtub to your heart's content."
Joe lifted the duvet again.
Joe: "Still no reaction, but I promise you my cock will not forget that promise."
Nicky: "I know. Listen, do you mind changing the bedding and opening a window while I shower? Then, I will order more soup and whatever we need for us while you shower."
Joe: "No problem. Love you."
Joe blew an air kiss which Nicky returned. They couldn't wait until they could kiss again.
Nicky: "Love you, too."
Thirty minutes later, they were both back on the sofa, and when the soup got there, they ate it while watching "Sabrina, The Teenager Witch".
Nicky: "Remind me we need to buy Mrs Chen some flowers for providing us with food while we have been sick."
Joe: "I was thinking the same thing. She makes the best chicken soup in town."
Nicky: "I won't disagree with you about that subject."
Nicky sneezed and blew his nose.
Nicky: "Most of all, because it was this chicken soup that brought us together. Do you remember that?"
Joe: "I haven't forgotten. When we feel better, we will recreate that night again."
Nicky: "I would love that, but the dance place where we first kissed is long gone, so what do we do?"
Joe: "I forgot that. We will kiss outside the shop where the dance place once lay."
Nicky: "I would love that."
Nicky ate the last of the soup before he yawned.
Nicky: "I will try to get some more sleep. Promise to save some popcorn for me?"
Joe: "Of course. Love you."
Nicky: "Love you, too."
Nicky placed the bowl on the coffee table. Usually, he would have insisted that everything that goes into the dishwasher after a meal should be done before sitting down on the sofa, but he was too tired to do it.
Nicky: "I know it isn't the same thing, but wearing your T-shirt while I'm ill almost feels like you are holding me while I sleep."
Joe: "I can only agree. Go to sleep, Nicky. I promise I will be here when you wake up."
Nicky: "I will keep you to that promise."
Nicky lay down before pulling the duvet over his head. It didn't take long before Nicky slept, so Joe stopped the episode so they could watch it together once they both were awake. While Nicky slept, Joe watched something else, and whenever he looked at Nicky, he hoped it wouldn't take too long before they both could hold and kiss each other again.