Author's Note: I'm back for round two. I'm so pleased with the feedback I received for my first Sory fanfiction called "tonight and always"! And I hope you enjoy this story, too. It would mean the world to me if you would take the time to let me know what you think (I love compliments and also appreciate constructive criticism)! Thanks to SkewedReality for mentoring me. As with anything on this website, I do not own Glee nor the characters involved. This story does not necessarily reflect the sexuality/relationship of Rory Flanagan and Sam Evans (we can only dream) or the actors who portray them. Enjoy! :)
Rory blew his nose for what seemed like the hundredth time in an hour. The Kleenex was like sandpaper on his chaffed, red skin. Exhaustedly, Rory flung the tissue towards the trashcan.
"It's some horrible American bug, for sure," he muttered grumpily. "I never fell ill like this in Ireland."
It was hard to stay angry, though, as a pair of strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Rory felt a set of warm lips by his ear as they whispered, "I'm here for you, baby."
"And you're sick as a dog, too. I'm telling you, Sam Evans, it's a pandemic!"
Sam sighed, his breath tickling Rory's skin. "It's just the common cold…well, maybe a bit more than that. Santana probably mutated the germs when she made her rounds at school."
Rory laughed softly, finishing with a cough. He sniffled and rolled over to face his boyfriend, nestling his head under Sam's chin. "I'm so cold, Sammy."
The blond boy pulled the quilted comforter tightly around them, tucking it over Rory's shoulders. After a few minutes under the blanket, with their bodies so close, Rory began to feel better…of course, Sam's presence was a cure-all in itself.
"My mum used to make this soup," Rory began, "when Shamus or I was sick…potato and leek. With some fresh soda bread. Sammy, you wouldn't believe how delicious it was." The brunet's blue eyes brightened as he smiled, remembering how his mother used to dote on her sons.
"That sounds great, Ror," Sam said. "I would offer to make you some, but I don't think I should totally destroy one of your childhood memories."
Rory giggled. "Oh, Sammy."
"Why don't I spare us both the ordeal and order a pizza? We can watch some movies or something."
"Okay."
Sam started to get up to grab his cell phone from the pocket of his discarded jeans when he felt Rory's hand tugging at the back of his undershirt. The Irish boy coughed and said, "How about we wait a bit on the pizza…I'm starting to feel cold again."
Flashing a goofy grin, Sam mustered the energy he could to pounce on his boyfriend. Rory fought back playfully, but Sam had him beat.
Pressing the length of his body against Rory, Sam pressed a deep kiss against an equally eager pair of lips. Rory ran his hands along Sam's arms before laying them to rest in the blond's shaggy hair.
Panting, Sam pulled back and regarded the younger boy with the widest of smiles. "I love you, Ror."
"And I," Rory pecked Sam impishly on the lips, "love you."
As they folded into one another's arms, all thought of pizza and movies were pushed to the side.
This, Rory thought as he felt comforted in Sam's solid embrace, beats leek and potato soup any day.