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I rolled begrudgingly out of John B's spare bed. It was a lot emptier this morning than what it was last night, occupied by both me and JJ. But my boyfriend was absent upon my wakening, and I had laid in bed for the past fifteen minutes pondering if I wanted to know what he was up to considering it was so quiet.

But, despite all of my body screaming that it wanted more sleep, my brain kept me trudging down the small hallway, my feet dragging across the hardwood floor. Stray rays of sunshine showed through the kitchen windows, I winced at the sudden brightness making my eyes ache. I had never been a morning person.

Rounding the corner, I scanned the living room, which proved to be empty, so before continuing my manhunt for the missing teenage boy, I headed to the bathroom to empty my bladder. But I stopped dead in the doorway at the sight of my boyfriend fast asleep in the bathtub that had diminishing pieces of ice floating at the top of the water. He was slouched all the way down, legs bent so just his knees and head were sticking out above the water. JJ's blonde hair was sticking up in all directions, and his board shorts that he hadn't bothered to take off before climbing into an ice bath for whatever reason were still floating around his waist.

I kneeled next to the tub and sat back on my heels, forgetting about my need to use the bathroom. His face was so close to the water that every time he exhaled his breath made ripples in the liquid. I buried my hand in his messy mop of bed head and massaged his scalp softly.

He slowly started to come to his senses, but never opened his eyes, just lazily smiled a lopsided smile and said, "Mornin' sunshine."

I formed my own little grin and rested my hand against his cheek, brushing my thumb across the skin that was much hotter than it should have been, "Assuming by the state you're in, it's not a very good one."

He shook his head ever so slightly, "Could you turn the light off please?"

"You're going to have to get out sooner or later." I said, obeying his request and flicking the light switch, "If you hadn't drank half of the 24 pack of bud light on your own, and you had let me put sunscreen on you, you wouldn't be in this situation."

He sighed at my slight lecture, "Can you just love on me, please. I feel like shit and I just want some TLC from my beautiful girlfriend."

"Kiss ass," I grumbled, dragging myself into the kitchen while attempting to rub the tiredness from my eyes.

I opened the fridge and pulled out the gallon of milk in the door, pouring a cup of the brown substance; chocolate milk does wonders for hangovers, a trick I learned from my uncle. Returning to the bathroom, I handed my boyfriend the cup and reached into the nearby cupboard for a washcloth. I dipped the rough fabric into the cold water surrounding JJ, partially rung it out, and folded it into a slimmer rectangle before placing it over his forehead.

"Thank you," he mumbled, sitting up in the bath to drink the milk without adding it to his bath.

I hummed, too immersed in scavenging John B's cupboards for some aloe, and finding a green squeeze container still majorly full of the gel buried in the back. Taking the container with me, I headed back into the spare bedroom, which was really JJ's at this point, and found a pair of boxers, any other clothes would compromise my plan of turning him into a human aloe plant. Recalling that there was none in the medicine cabinet, I dug into the depths of my backpack for the stash of ibuprofen I had for period cramps and grabbed the last two from the bottle, bringing them with me back to the bathroom.

"Take these," I instructed, handing the miserable, idiotic, but nonetheless miserable teenage boy the pills and again turning back to the shelf for a towel.

He did as told and swallowed down the rest of his chocolate milk with the medicine.

"Come on babe, up and out," I motioned towards the bathroom door.

He furrowed his brows at the idea and submerged himself back into the water. Rolling my eyes I reached into the freezing tub and set it to drain out. He begrudgingly stood up, stripped himself of the soaked shorts, accepted the towel I was offering, and hung it loosely around his hips. I urged him forward, down the hallway, and into the bedroom, where I let him slip on his boxers and gently patted his already peeling skin dry.

"Alright my love," I formed a very tight smile at him, knowing he wouldn't enjoy what was next, even if my next words would contradict that in any other situation, "On the bed."

He complied, very stiffly arranging his body to be comfortably laid upon the sheets. The nice thing about a sickly JJ is that as stubborn as he is, he doesn't fight me too much on medicine. Specifically when it's because of a hangover because he knows it was his fault. I think it's mainly because he enjoys the tender physical contact and attention, but I don't mind it either way.

Resorting to using his butt as a chair, I straddled my boyfriend behind and squeezed a generous amount of the goo onto my palm, and gingerly applied it to the dip in JJ's back, just above the very noticeable tan line from his shorts.

A loud hiss emitted from the blonde, "Holy shit! That's fucking cold!"

I sighed, "No babe, you're just really hot."

"I know I am. Thanks for noticing."

Though I couldn't see it, I could hear the smirk in his voice.

I poured another glob straight onto his shoulders, and listened to him hiss again, "Smartass."