5 times Clark held Ollie
1. Sick
"Ollie. Come on, it's just Tylenol." Clark coaxed. Oliver was sitting against the other side of the door, blocking it. Clark could easily get through, but he didn't want to hurt him. "I told you, I will not take that. I don't need it." Oliver sniffled from the other side of the door. "Fine, I won't make you." Clark said. "But can you please open the door ? " . In a minute the door was swung open.
Oliver was standing their rumpled and eyes glazed with fever. Oliver felt himself be scooped up in a strong pair of arms. It was quick and it left him dizzy and disoriented. "Ollie, open up." Clark ordered gently. Oliver still being disoriented, complied without complaint. Then he tasted as an artificial cherry flavor went in his mouth and down his throat. "Hey, you tricked me." Ollie whined as he shifted to lay his head on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Sorry, but it'll make you feel better." Clark said, placatingly. "I feel fine, I told you." Oliver said. He sneezed as he sneezed a couple times. "Yeah, you sound fine." Clark retorted, jokingly. Oliver went to say something, but a huge yawn spilt his face.
A content smile spread across Clark's face. He felt Ollie snuggle cozily into his arms. "Come on, let's get you into bed." Clark said gently as he walked into their bedroom. He heard an affirmative murmur from the blond in his arms. He sat down gently on the bed and laid Oliver down next to him. Ollie snuggled into his side and murmured something, half-asleep. "See I'm fine." Clark chuckled. "Go to sleep Ollie." Clark said affectionately. He kissed Oliver's temple and run a hand over his hair and the back of his neck. He looked down and Ollie was out and softly snoring. "Perfectly fine." Clark chuckled as he continued to hold his lover to his side.