Summary: Oliver is sick with a cold and Josh just helps out in a fluffy way.
No warnings!
Fuff!
Josh's POV
I watched my baby snoring with an open mouth. He needed to keep his lips open so he could breathe without his stuffy nose getting in the way. I've offered medicine countless times, but it doesn't seem to become his interest. He claims that he already took some medicine and he doesn't want to overdose. Totally understandable but I feel like he should take more. He's had this damn cold for three days and he's been nothing but miserable.
Oli had his eyes shut. His brown hair covering his face. The smell of sweat from our last night activities. He could be so innocent, yet oh so slutty. And it drives me crazy!
Oliver's eyes open slowly but then shut before he could get a proper look around. His breath hitched in his throat before rolling onto me groaning. Messing the bed sheets more than it was already. "Hey.. babe? Kinda on top of me.."
"Oh," He rolled off facing me. "sorry, love.." He blushed out a smile.
"You're okay, dear." I pet his cheek lovingly.
"Can you fetch me tea? And fix breakfast for me?" He smiles showing off his cheeky grins.
"Why couldn't you make some?".
"I'm both tired and sick, but also it's your fault with your big size that I feel as if I can't take a step out of bed without yelling in pain." He huffed.
"No, it's yours for making me hard. But yeah, only because I love you."