Ryan was sick. His throat was all scratchy, his nose was running, his head hurt and he felt all cold and tingly all over. Yup, Ryan was defiantly sick.

He lay at home in his bed; mountains of tissues, DVD's and empty soup plates piled up around him. Not even the maids would go near him for the fear of getting this flu.

A soft knocking sound reverberated in his room; finally, someone in the house had realised that they wouldn't die from coming into contact with a victim of the common cold.

"Hey Ry." Chad said poking his head through the door. "Your mom let me in." He walked over and sat on the side of Ryan's bed. "How are you feeling?" He asked, leaning over and rubbing small circles on Ryan's back.

"Not much better." Ryan sniffed, leaning in to Chad's touch and then groaning as he rolled over to face him with a weak smile.

Chad grinned back and leant down to place a small kiss to his forehead. Ryan looked up at him before taking a deep breath and letting out a huge sneeze. Chad jumped back before he was splattered with snot.

Ryan fell back with a moan hand over his nose. Chad handed him a tissue from the box on the bedside table, and then took his seat back on edge of the bed.

"Ow sorry." Ryan sighed drowsily, his eyes fluttering closed.

"It's ok." Chad replied tugging at the covers, before wriggling under them with Ryan.

"What are you doing?" Ryan asked shuffling over to make more room for Chad.

"Keeping you company." He replied simply cuddling up to Ryan. Chad placed Ryan head to his chest and stroked his soft blond hair. Ryan lazily wrapped his arms around Chad's waist and snuggled down drifting slowly off to sleep.

When Ryan woke up he felt a little bit better, not as hot but his throat was really aching. He shifted a bit and felt the warm body lying beside him. Ryan looked up into Chad's sleeping peaceful face with a smile and as if he knew Chad's eyes slowly cracked open. He smiled down at Ryan.

"Good morning." He almost growled, his voice was hoarse after sleeping for so long.

Ryan smiled and attempted to say 'good morning' back but he couldn't because his throat felt like sandpaper.

Chad looked at him strangely. "Is your voice ok?" Ryan attempted to say something again but it hurt, a lot, and his eyes started to water. Chad slowly circled his arms around Ryan's neck again and pulled him close kissing his head.

"Hey it's ok," Chad hushed, "but can I have your PSP?" He asked.

Ryan looked up at him like he was absolutely mad.

"You can just say no, but if I can have it you don't have to say anything." Chad smirked.



Ryan's eyes widened, he knew what Chad was trying to do. He shook his head vigorously.

"No answer, hmm, ok that means yes then." Chad said. Ryan reached up and smacked him in the head softly.

"Nah don't worry I was just kidding." Chad defended.

Ryan curled back up against Chad's chest with a sigh. Chad stifled a giggle before kissing Ryan's forehead again; he was hot and had a temperature still. Chad gently wiped at Ryan's forehead with a damp cloth which he conveniently found on the bedside. Ryan groaned and curled up even more against Chad who held him tighter, and that is all Ryan really needed. To feel Chad's warm body beside him and his muscular arms around his own sick body.

With that Ryan slowly drifted off to sleep.