A/N: and here is another random idea that popped into my head- /coughs anyway enjoy!
Ding-dong
Kise rolled over to his other side. Who could that be?
Ding-dong
The blonde contemplated whether he should get out of his bed to answer the door or not.
Ding-dong
It could be his manager. As sick as he was, he should probably let his manager in. But the thing was, he had already requested to take the day off. Surely even his manager would not insist an ill model to-
Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-
"Okay! Okay! I'm coming!"
With an exasperated sigh, Kise swung his legs out of the comforts of his bed and headed for the door, taking wobbly steps after wobbly steps. He looked like he could pass out right there and then, but he knew who exactly it was on his doorstep with that annoying pattern of doorbell-ringing; and he longed to see the person.
"Took you long enough," was the rough greeting he received the second he opened the door. Kise, already accustomed to his boyfriend's lack of tact, could only chuckle as he swung the door open wide to let the other in.
Aomine took one step. Instead of entering the house though, the dark-skinned teen stopped right in front of the blonde. He stared at his boyfriend's beautiful face for a second before leaning in slowly, gradually closing the distance between the two. Seeing where this was going, Kise shut his eyes – only to feel the kiss (that supposed to be on his lips) on his right cheek.
"What?" The disappointment was evident on his face.
"What?" The taller of the two asked back nonchalantly. "You think I would kiss you on the lips? And risk getting that fever of yours? Not happening."
And with that, Aomine stepped into the house, leaving a pouting Kise to close the door.
"Aominecchi you jerk. I should have seen that coming from you." Kise followed behind his boyfriend to the living room, his face sullen all the way there.
"Oh? So would a jerk take his precious time to come visit you?" Flumping down on the couch, Aomine placed the plastic bag in his hand on the coffee table. "This jerk also bought some stuff."
"What did you get me- oh!" Barely recognizing the familiar items, Kise flopped next to the other and rummaged through the plastic bag. "I can't believe this. You got me all my favorite snacks. And- and this! You brought my favorite popsicle!" Aomine only watched silently as the blonde took said treat out of the plastic bag and eyed it excitedly, his eyes practically glittering in delight. "I take back what I said about you, Aominecchi! Screw this fever, I'm gonna enjoy every bite of this pop-"
Kise found himself cut in the middle of his sentence – Aomine's lips were on his. He was surprised (just a moment ago Aomine refused to kiss him on the lips after all), but he was not complaining. Soon they parted.
And almost immediately, Aomine cursed.
"Damn it Kise, stop being so cute! I can't help but do that if you're getting excited over a popsicle. A POPSICLE." He repeated to prove his point. Irritated, he roughly snatched the sweet treat from the blonde's hand. Before Kise could react, Aomine had already tore the plastic wrapping and bit into the popsicle.
"Aominecchi! I take back what I said again! You really are a jerk!"
Omake:
Ringggg
Annoyed by the constant ringing, Aomine sluggishly reached for the phone on his bedside table and flipped it open.
Incoming call from "that annoying pretty face"
(No, Aomine didn't bother to change his boyfriend's display name since the day they exchanged numbers.)
"What is it?"
"Aominecchi! I'm in front of your house so open the door!"
He groaned, but obliged anyway. Swinging his door open, he was greeted by his boyfriend's bright face. A smirk soon found its way to that face.
"Look who has the fever now."
Aomine growled. "Just shut up."