"Why can't I have coffee?" Lui whined from his nest on the couch. A mess of wadded tissues lay scattered on the floor beneath his spot on the couch, and the TV blared noiselessly.
"Because caffeine is not going to help," came the Irishman's reply. He was in the kitchen, heating up a bowl of Cambell's chicken soup while he spread butter over a second slice of butter. He needed to eat too, especially if he was playing nurse.
Lui grumbled from his nest, snuggling further into the blankets and pulling his hoodie over his face.
David smiled at the smaller man as he brought the steaming bowl through to the living room. He placed it on coffee table, dipping a spoon in, before collapsing on the other end of the couch and taking a huge bite of the sandwich.
Lui didn't move. David watched him, amused.
"Eat?"
Lui grumbled again. David sighed, exacerbated. "Eat."
Slowly, Lui tilted his head up to glare at David. "I feel sick."
"Do you want to be throwing up acid bile?"
Lui thought for a second, his eyebrows knitting together even tighter. "No."
"Then eat," David nodded his head at the bowl of soup. "Otherwise it'll get cold and you won't want it anymore."
The nesting man held David's gaze a few seconds longer, then untangled himself from the blankets. Lui reached out a hand to pick up the spoon, dipping it in soup. He swallowed the liquid, grimacing and swearing at the heat.
"Fuck that's hot!"
David laughed. "Well what did you expect? A nice frozen coffee?"
Lui groaned at the word coffee, rolling his eyes back in mock ecstasy. "If you really loved me, you would get me coffee."
"Well, clearly I'm the worst friend in existence," David laughed. He got up and leaned towards Lui, pressing the back of his hand against his forehead.
"You're hot," David mumbled, getting up off the couch and grabbing Lui's empty glass of water to refill it.
"You're pretty sexy yourself," Lui smirked over his shoulder, watching David's butt as he walked back into the kitchen.
David scoffed, feeling his cheeks brighten. "Feverish AND delirious," David corrected, filling the glass with water.
Lui leaned over the couch, smirking at David's back. "It's the butt...that's what's sexist about you."
David smiled, shaking his head before turning around and raising an eyebrow at Lui. "What? The accent isn't the turn on?"
"Come on, you know the accent is a turn on," Lui leaned back into his next, following David as he came back and set the glass on the coffee table. He didn't move from in front of Lui, instead folded his arms and smiled bemused at the smaller man.
"You're gonna get better and regret that...because I'm not letting you forget it," David promised, chuckling.
Lui shrugged. "Maybe I won't?" He questioned, smiling at David daringly. David's heart jumped at the look, but he smiled coolly before stepping around the coffee table. He sat down on the edge, facing Lui, and picked up his soup bowl, dipping the spoon in and holding it to Lui's lips.
"You won't get better if you don't eat your fucking soup," David laughed. Lui opened his mouth and David slotted the spoon in, then removed it slowly, using his thumb to wipe away a small dribble of soup.
Lui was watching him the whole time, no longer flirtatious. David met them, and he dropped the spoon back into the bowl with a small plink.
"You're eyes are also a turn on. Their so big and bright..." Lui drifted off, his own dark ones lost in his friend's light ones.
David snorted, breaking eye contact briefly to get another spoonful. "Enough with the sexual innuendos, Lui. I'm not kissing you, you're sick," David pushed another spoonful into Lui's mouth.
"You're not thinking of kissing me," Lui snickered, raising his eyebrow again. The flirtatious gleam in his eyes were back as David's cheeks colored again. He dropped the spoon and bowl on to the table.
Lui smiled. "You look a little pink, David. Lemme check your temperature," and Lui leaned forward, placing his lips gently on David's forehead. They were still a moment, David melting against Lui's lips before Lui pulled away, his lips pursed in mock sympathy.
"Looks like you're a little feverish yourself, buddy."
David rolled his eyes, looking away to hide his still pink cheeks. Lui moved over a bit on the couch, lifting up one of the blankets making up his nest.
"Welcome to the sick people nest," Lui grinned, motioning for David to come sit. David sighed, snuggling in before stretching his arms up over his head, faking a yawn, and then rest one arm around Lui's shoulders. Lui snuggled his head against David's neck, closing his eyes and sighing contentedly. David admired how well Lui fit against him, his chest rising slowly with each breath. His black hoodie was still pulled over his head, so David pulled it back, revealing the sleepy face of his friend resting on his shoulder.
Then David sneezed. Lui giggled and looked up at him as David rubbed his nose with his free hand.
"You're sick."
"I'm not sick. Just, allergies," David retorted hotly. Lui simply smiled, and snuggled back into David.
"Whatever. You're still not getting coffee," Lui mumbled
