The Cure

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"Fuuuuuck!"

I opened my eyes, surprised I had even managed to get any words out. My throat hurt like a bitch. I felt like I was dead.

"James?"

Sirius had rolled over and was looking at me in surprise.

"I'm." I swallowed, flinching. "Sick."

Sirius reached over and felt my forehead. "Holy Jesus James."

I closed my eyes and groaned. I couldn't believe I was sick.

"Do you want to go home?" Sirius asked.

"No," I said immediately. "No, you wanted to go camping and I'm not about to ruin it."

"But you're sick."

"I don't care. I'll just rest today and then tomorrow we'll go hiking and rafting."

Sirius signed quietly. I knew he wanted to take me home but I was too stubborn to agree.

"Well…fine. But I am going to take care of you."

I smiled weakly. "Well, thanks."

"How about I make you breakfast?" Sirius asked, looking through his bag for clothes.

I was quiet for a moment, remembering the struggle it was to find suitable camping clothes for him. We finally gave up and bought some. I smiled at the memory of Sirius' look of horror at the Gap shorts I had bought him.

"Hm?" he said, finally finding clean clothes and struggling to put them on in the small tent.

"Oh, yah, thanks," I said, watching him change.

Sirius smiled and said, "Okay, get some rest," before leaving the tent.

I sighed and laid back down, shivering. I pulled my blanket as tightly around me as I could. After five more minutes of shivering, I took Sirius' blanket and threw it on top of me. It smelled like him, like that fresh, clean summer smell I loved so much…

"Pst, James."

I opened my eyes slowly and smelled bacon and toast. Sirius had crawled back into the tent with breakfast. I sat up slowly and smiled gratefully at him and promptly began to eat.

"Are you feeling any better?" Sirius asked me after I had finished eating.

"A bit, I suppose. My throat doesn't hurt so badly any more."

He nodded. We sat in silence for a moment. I was watching him silently, trying to figure out why I felt so incomplete.

"James…" Sirius began.

"Hm?" I responded, playing with a thread in Sirius' blanket.

"Uhmm…you know what I heard?"

"No. What?"

"That good sex makes you feel better when you're sick."

My heart skipped a beat.

"Yah?" I replied. Why was he telling me this?

"Yah," he responded. He was staring at me, I could feel it. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled.

I heard him sigh.

"Too bad there's nobody here to make you feel better," he said.

His words hung in the air.

"There isn't?" I said, trying to sound sarcastically surprised. I look up at him.

"I don't know. Is there?"

"Sirius, come here."

Sirius was quiet for a moment, and then slowly crawled over to me. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned in to kiss me.

I put my hand up to his mouth and said, "Wait, are you sure about this? I mean, you're going to end up sick too…"

He moved my hand away and said, "Are you kidding me? Shut the fuck up."

I grinned and kissed him. His lips were warm, soft, and feathery, and he tasted like bacon.

He whispered words into my ear and pressed into my hips, and then, I felt complete.

"Fuuuuuck!"

I opened my eyes and rolled over to see Sirius shivering.

"Sirius?"

I watched him swallow a few times, cringing, and he said hoarsely, "I'm sick."

I smiled a little bit and said, "Do you want me to make you breakfast?"