Stop Being Sick

Max sat in his desk his leg bouncing up and down as his pencil tapped at his paper. He was anxious. He wanted out of this class now so he could march over to Preston's house and demand to know why his boyfriend hadn't been at school for 4 days. But more than that, why hadn't he called? Why hadn't he texted? Was he okay?

"He better not of moved or something without telling me," he muttered knowing that Preston wouldn't do that but Max always seemed to assume the worst.

That was when Max heard his saving Grace. It was the bell. Immediately the male jumped up up packing his stuff as quickly as possible. He wasn't about to waste a second going his boyfriends house. He jumped into his car starting it before heading out. It was only about a 2 minute car ride but Max was speeding like the other males house was running away from him.

Max pulled into the driveway of the cute little cottage type house before rushing up to the door knocking once. A moment passed. Max knocked again. "Preston?!" He called. "Are you in there?! Please answer!" He finished hollering just as the door opened. It was Preston's grandma.

"Oh hello dear," she said adjusting the glasses on her face trying to see exactly who it was but her eyes lit up the moment she finally saw who it was. "Oh! Max!" She chirped. "Come, come in. Preston will be happy to see you," she said taking her small waddled steps into the house. "He has been talking about how you haven't come to see him yet," she said before stopping almost seeming lost.

"Oh dear, what was I doing again?" She asked herself looking at Max. "Oh Max!" She chirped out.

Max couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "Come on now, how about you sit down and watch some tv," he said putting his hands on his boyfriends grandmas shoulders leading her to the living room. He sat her down clicking on family feud.

"Enjoy your show," he said turning.

"Who's Joe?" She asked tilting her head only to be distracted by the tv once again.

Max left the living room and headed upstairs to Preston's room. He knocked on the door gently. "Preston?" He said waiting for a reply.

After a moment a groggy voice came from behind the door. "Come in," it said.

Max slowly opened the door looking at his boyfriend. "Jesus fuck Preston," he said shutting the door behind him walking over to the smaller male.

Preston sat up in his bed his hair pulled back into a very sloppy bun. Some loose hairs around his face were stuck with sweat. His skin was red and there were large purple bags under his eyes seeming as he hadn't slept in days. There were many used tissues on his nightstand along with 2 empty boxes and a new full one that seemed to be just recently opened. There was a mop bucket next to his bed lined with around a dozen trash sacks so he could clean the thing of throw up any time he needed.

Preston smiled at Max. "You came to see me," he said happily.

Max huffed a bit. "Of course I did stupid. You had me worried sick, don't do that again," he said going over to the bed sitting on it pressing his wrist to Preston's forehead. "Holy fuck, you're burning up," he said pulling his wrist away trying to keep a neutral face but worry was written all over his face.

Preston only nodded. "Yeah...I have the flu really bad. I'm sorry I haven't called or texted you," he said softly. "It's not that I didn't want to but when this first started I went to throw up in the toilet and dropped my phone in before puking on it. Long story short, it didn't survive," he said letting out a laugh only to fall into a coughing fit. At first it was into his arm but then he picked a pillow up coughing furiously into it.

Max frowned deeper scooting closer before patting his boyfriends back gently until he was done.

Preston sniffed leaning his head back letting the pillow fall into his lap. "I'm fine Max, really," he said giving the older male a small smile.

Max frowned scooting over next to Preston wrapping an arm around him pulling him into him.

"Max-"

"No, just hush," he said softly looking away as he held Preston against him. "Just relax," he said.

Preston sighed smiling a bit snuggling against his boyfriend. "Thanks," he said sniffing slightly.

Max sighed. "Yeah yeah," he said kicking off his shoes before slipping under the blanket with Preston. "Now get some rest," he said softly leaning his head back closing his eyes.

Preston smiled only nodding. "Okay," he said softly tucking himself under Max's arm closing his eyes.

After a moment Max glanced down at Preston. "Hey," he said.

Preston's eyes opened and he looked up.

"Get better quickly and stop being sick, it's annoying," he said smiling a bit poking the males nose.

Preston smiled. "Alright," he said softly lacing his fingers with Max's.

Max sighed leaning down placing a small kiss on the younger males lips.

Preston pulled away shaking his head making Max frown and furrow his brows. "No, don't. You'll get sick," he said softly.

Max sighed before grabbing Preston's chin kissing him deeply earning a small noise from Preston before pulling away with a gasp.

"Don't be stupid, only idiots get sick," he said pushing Preston's bangs out of his face. "Now sleep," he said softly leaning back closing his eyes.

Preston sat dazed for a moment before smiling a bit not sure if he should be offended or not. "Alright," he said softly.

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A few days later Max lied in bed in a similar condition to Preston prior.

He glanced at his boyfriend who was holding his hand next to his bedside looking better than ever. 'I'm an idiot,' was the only thing Max could think as Preston's hand felt his forehead gasping at how warm Max was.