"Keep it in your mouth, Dean." Chided Blaise, seriously. The man above average height was currently sprawled out in their King size bed beneath several comforters and a mountain of tissues, which Blaine banished quickly with a flick of his wand.
"What does is say?"
"Just as I suspected 102 degrees. You're gonna have to stay in this bed until you get better."
Dean didn't like the sound of that one bit! He was a grown ass man. Okay, so what if he was feeling a little under the weather, that did not mean that Blaise could hold him hostage here in his own house!That's against the law! Where was that muggle lawyer Johnny Cochran when you needed him?
"Now, I already made you some soup, the muggle way. It's an old recipe from my mother's side-"
"If you put any morsel in that soup that was derived from a dragon, bat, or rat, I will personally divorce you!"
"Relax, Dean, you'll barely be able to taste it."
"Oh, hell nooo!"
"Babe, calm down, I'm just kidding."
"I hate you. So much."
"Sure you do. Now I want you to drink this orange juice. You need Vitamin C and fluids." Dean obediently drank every drop of the juice.
"See that wasn't so bad now was it?"
"Shouldn't you be headed to work?"
"I called in. I have the whole day off to nurse my man back to health."
"I'd rather you didn't."
"How did your mom ever put up with you being sick? You're acting like you're 5."
"I'm adorable. Everyone loves me, sick or not."
"I'm going to go buy you actual soup, so I'll be back in a little bit. Do you think you'll be okay?"
"I'm sure I'll be fine."
Blaise had only been gone for little over an hour when he opened the door to the bedroom he and Dean shared. What he saw made him chuckle quietly to himself. Dean was right- He was fucking adorable! the man was curled up in a ball with that little smirk that Blaise loved on his face. Blaise love Dean, his husband-child. He actually didn't mind waiting on Dean hand and foot for the next couple of days.