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Chris never got sick. Which is why Leon was at the store, picking up every item he thought might even slightly help with the flu. From medicines to comfort foods, even a huge bag of Chris’s favorite candy. Leon would finally get his chance to pamper his boyfriend.
Not that he was happy that Chris was sick, it just gave him an opportunity to spoil Chris, the way he spoiled Leon.
Later, at Chris’s apartment, Leon knocked out of courtesy but opened the door himself. He thought Chris might be in bed, but the moment he stepped into the living room, he saw Chris laying half naked on the couch, red in the face and sweating profusely, trying to pull his pants up without having to lift his butt. Leon looked fondly at his boyfriend,
“And where do you think you’re going?” Leon knelt in front of the couch, at eye level,
“‘m goin’ to work,” His eyes were tired and droopy,
“No you’re not, baby, not when you’re sick,” Chris looked offended,
"How'd you know that,”
“You called me. Like 30 minutes ago?”
“I don’t ‘member that…” Leon stood and placed the back of his hand across Chris’s forehead, this wasn’t a mild fever, he needed to get this man some medicine asap.
Leon stepped away for a moment to get a glass of water, then grabbed some medicine from the grocery bags he left on the floor.
“Take this and drink the whole glass,” he passed Chris the items and watched him swallow the pills and drink the full glass. “Good job, baby. Now let’s get you into bed,”
Chris huffed and, with Leon’s help, stood up. Immediately, his half assed attempt at getting dressed fell down to his ankles.
“Fuck.” Chris was now only in his underwear.
“It’s okay, I’ll come back for them,” Leon tried to reassure him, but he could tell Chris was upset.
He led Chris slowly to his room and helped him lay down in a comfortable position. Leon pulled the covers up over his chest, and Chris’s eyes fluttered shut.
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Chris didn’t remember falling asleep, but he was woken up by the sound of his washing machine beeping. When had he done laundry? He sat up and his head began to spin.
“Fuck,” he groaned. When had he moved to his bed? The last thing he remembered was being on the couch, trying to get ready for work and then…
“Leon?” Chris shouted, it rattled his brain more than it should have and he had to lay back down to quiet the static.
Leon opened the door and gave Chris a pitiful look,
“Hey, baby, how ya feelin’?” Leon walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed. He put his hand to Chris’s forehead and the coolness felt so nice.
“I’m sick.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. Your fever’s better though so that’s good!” He smiled, and it was infectious. “I brought you soup, I’ll heat some up if you’re feeling hungry?”
Oh, his boy. Leon looked so eager, like he would implode if Chris denied him. After months of being together, almost a year, he had taken care of everything for Leon. It brought him pleasure to pamper his boyfriend, to shower him with gifts and endless love. But in this moment he knew Leon was waiting for his opportunity to pamper him right back. Chris’ heart grew too big for his chest.
“Soup would be great, love,” Chris took Leon’s hand and brought it to his mouth in a gentle kiss.
“Okay,” Leon tried hard not to be the direct embodiment of sunshine but failed, “I’ll be right back, just rest up,” he stood and kissed Chris on the forehead before leaving the room.
How did I get so lucky? Chris thought.