Rock Shots

Bennoda - Calling in "Sick"

Hey guys! Tryna organize my writing list so I'm deleting my Bennoda book and bringing those writings over here! So, some of you might've read this already.

Mike woke up to see that Chester was no longer laying beside him. He frowned as he felt the sheets that Chester was supposed to be laying on, expecting them to be warm, but they weren't. They were cold, meaning that Chester had been up for a while.

Mike got out of bed and made his way downstairs. Chester was in the kitchen making breakfast for the both of them. 

"Good morning." Chester said as he finished scrambling some eggs.

"Morning." Mike yawned.

"Chazzy why didn't you wake me up?" Mike whined.

"I-I'm sorry, I wanted to let you sleep in because I knew you needed it, and plus you looked really cute when you were sleeping." Chester said, blushing.

While Chester was finishing up cooking the last bit of food, he felt a strong pair of arms snake around his waist from behind. Mike kissed his cheek and rested his chin on Chester's shoulder.

"I'm almost done here, then I have to get dressed and go." Chester said. He turned off the stove and handed Mike his plate of breakfast. They sat down at the island in their shared kitchen and ate.

"What, why?" Mike asked.

"I have to work today remember?"

"But it's Friday!"

"And? Friday is a week day, I still have to go to work." Chester shrugged.

"But Friday is practically the weekend." Mike protested.

"Sorry Mike, but I have to."

"How many sick days do you have left?"

"I still have like two weeks of sick days because I never use them. Why?" Chester asked but Mike didn't verbally respond. Instead he gave him a look and Chester knew what he was thinking.

"Mike, no." Chester said, standing up and grabbing their now empty plates to throw away.

"What? I didn't even say anything!"

"I saw that look."

"What look?" Mike said smugly.

"Mike I can't call in sick just because I feel like it."

"Please?"

"Sorry."

Mike followed Chester upstairs as he went to go get dressed for work.

Mike leaned against the wall next to the closet as Chester dug through it, looking for one of his work shirts.

When Chester found one and turned around to walk away from the closet, Mike stopped him by wrapping his arms around his waist again and pulling him against his chest.

"Mike please, I have to get ready!" Chester pouted.

"Please stay Chazzy. I need you here today." Mike whispered, burying his face into Chester's shoulder.

"Why?"

"I just need you, please Chester." Mike begged. Chester sighed. He knew he wasn't going to win this time. Mike was hard to say no to, especially when he was like this.

"Fine." Chester said, turning around in Mike's arms so he could face him.

"Thank you." Mike whispered, peppering Chesters cheeks with kisses.

"Mike you owe me for this. I'm having to call in "sick" because of you." Chester grabbed his phone off his nightstand and texted his boss, telling her he was sick and that he couldn't come in today. Luckily, his boss was nice so she understood and didn't ask questions.