Nobody like you - A Mason Mount Story

Sickness Bug

A knock at the door meant dragging yourself up off the sofa, where the TV was showing the Chelsea v Newcastle game that is about to start. Your recent move in with Mason due to the lease on your apartment coming to a close, meant that you could watch the away games on the tele. With a groan, you manage to make it to the door, and the person standing behind it left you in complete shock. "Mase? What are you doing here?" The cough and sniffle you receive in response is enough to give you the answer. "Aww, my boy..." you pull him into a hug and stroke the back of his hair. "Come on." You begin hoping to make him feel better, "put your bag there, and go change into something comfy and we can watch the game together." You only get a slight murmur from mason as an answer, which is understandable as he was really looking forward to today's game.
While Mason is getting changed, you make him a cup of tea, and some tomato soup, hoping he hasn't eaten yet. Stirring the pan you feel two cold hands wrap around your stomach, and a hot face dig into your neck. "You are hot Mase..." you say, concerned. "Mhm." He replies, his eyelashes fluttering to a close against your skin. "I've made you some soup and a cup of tea." He pulls away from you and takes the bowl and Chelsea mug from you, before you both make your way to the sofa. You knew he wasn't feeling well, as even when Kai scores he doesn't make a sound. The game ends and you switch off the TV, before sitting in silence with Mason. "Mase, I know you really wanted to play, but it isn't my fault." "I never said it was." He replies, looking at you, you could see the tiredness in his eyes. "Okay." You say, taking the dirty dishes to the dishwasher. You start a bath, before returning to mason on the sofa. "You don't have to baby me Taylor." He says folding his arms. "I haven't." You reply. "Making me food and running me baths-" "who said the bath was for you?" You interrupt. He looks at you before collapsing onto you, wanting cuddles. "Your a dick." You smile. "I know." He muffles into your jumper. Stroking his hair and kissing his head, you manage to send him to sleep, and watch the bath as it fills.
When it's done you shake Mason up. "Mase, your baths ready." You kiss his cheek and as you pull away, he pecks you on your lips. He opens his mouth to begin talking. "I know, your sorry." You say, before kissing his forehead and helping him up off the sofa. While Mason bathes you take out some shorts and a tshirt for him, he normally sleeps in boxers but, you thought this would be better seen as he's ill. "Tay, can you pass me some boxers?" He shouts from the en suite. "Your wearing a Tshirt and shorts Mase, your ill." You reply, opening the door slightly to pass him his clothes, before shutting it to allow him to get changed. He walks out, closing the door behind him. God he looked so fit, his tan, his wet hair, everything. You walk over to him and lean in. "But you might get ill," he says, leaning back. "That's a risk I'm willing to take." You reply, leaning back in, planting your lips on his. After a couple of minutes of kissing you pull away, leaving Mason with a sad face. "Oh come on, into bed you." A cough and a splutter follow Mason into bed. "Goodnight," you say, kissing his lips one last time, before making your way to the guest room where you've been sleeping.
You finish your night routine and climb into bed. "Taaaaayyyyy," mason whines from the other room. "You okay Mase?" You shout back. "I want you," He whines again in reply. Good job you didn't put sudocreme on tonight huh. Switching off your light to make your way to his room. "What's the matter Mason." You say, switching on the light. "Will you sleep with me?" He asks. "Mason-" "I'm cold." He interrupts. "It's not because you want me next to you is it?" Questioning mason, you switch off the light and crawl into his bed. "Definitely not." He answers, wrapping his arms around you to spoon you, and kissing the back of your head softly. But the thing poking your bum said different. "Definitely not." He repeated, drifting slowly to sleep.