Noachael/Ennchael stories :D

~Sick (present)~

(This is in 3rd person btw I'm thinking of changing Noah's pronouns back to he/him because I keep writing he/him by accident in a force of habit because not many other people in my Au use they/them pronouns and it's getting confusing now and annoying how I keep forgetting)

Noah quickly rushes home from the bookstore. It's raining pretty bad outside which is not good. Hopefully Michael wouldn't be mad he ran home in the rain instead of stopping somewhere so he wouldn't get wet and cold.

Noah rushes up the steps and digs in his pockets for his house key. Finally he is able to unlock the front door after finding his keys and he steps inside, his whole figure soaping wet. The warmth of the house feels nice and relaxes him a little. Some water drops drip slowly from his hair as he walks into the kitchen.

As expected, Michael is standing there with his arms folded against his chest frowning at Noah.
"Why on earth are you soaping wet?!" He asks in a concerned way. Noah looks over at him then places his keys on the counter top.
"Got caught in the rain." He says flatly as he goes to the cupboard and grabs a biscuit.

Michael unfolds his arms and taps the countertop impatiently with his fingers.
"Well that's a dumb idea. Why didn't you stop and wait somewhere dry?" He asks, clearly annoyed.

"I didn't want to. I'm here now anyway so it doesn't matter" Noah explains as he wipes some water off his face. "And stop frowning at me like that"

Michael continues to frown at him.
"It does matter. You will get sick Noah. You know how sensitive your body is to the cold!" He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Go and take a shower or something. A warm one."

Noah stares at him flatly for a few minutes before walking off towards the bathroom eating the last of the biscuit. Michael rolls his eyes and heads over to the couch to flop down onto it while he waits for his husband. He decides to flick through the Tv channels which is quite boring but it's something to do.

Eventually Noah comes out of the bathroom. He's wearing some grey sweatpants and a random hoodie. His hair dripping wet still. Michael rolls his eyes and frowns in annoyance. "Go get me the hair dryer" he commands. Noah leaves obediently and then returns with the hair dryer from their bedroom.

While Michael drys Noahs hair, he sits on the ground watching a movie on the Tv. He's happy and content so Michael doesn't say anything so he doesn't break the happiness going on from Noah.

Soon Noahs hair is all dry and fluffy again, before he got it soaping wet in the rain. Michael styles it so it's not in his face and then leans down and kisses his forehead.
"All done" He says. Noah looks up at him.
"Thanks.." He replies still fixated on the movie.

Michael smiles softly and leans back on the couch taking his phone out of his pocket to scroll Tiktok or Instagram or something. They both sit in silence.

Soon the movie finishes and Noah rubs his eyes tiredly. He stands up and heads towards his and Michaels bedroom. Glancing up, Michael puts his phone back in his pocket and decides to follow.

"What are you doing?" He asks curiously.
"Tired.." Noah murmurs as he sits down on his side of the bed. Michael stands there for a minute before walking over.

"Are you going to take a nap?"
Noah looks up and nods. Michaels bends down and kisses his forehead before turning around and leaving. "Sleep well, I'll wake you up for dinner if you sleep that long" 

About two hours later. Michael is in the kitchen making dinner for Noah. He's humming away when he feels someone's arms wrap around his stomach. He looks behind and smiles.
"Hello, did you have a good nap? I'm making you food, it's almost ready"

Noah buries his face on the back of Michaels shoulder.
"No it was hell...my throat hurts"

Michael glances behind himself and sighs.
"That's because you decided to run home from the bookstore back home in the pouring rain" He stirs the chicken around the pan to make sure it's cooked well enough. "That was your own fault love"

Michael feels Noahs face frown on his shoulder.
"Oh shut up..." He murmurs as he lets go of Michael and goes to sit down at the table. "I didn't want to stop anywhere and wait even more to get home"

Michael pours the chicken into a bowl and covers it with some honey mustard sauce. (This is good stuff, you just ain't used to it :D) "You up for some food or is your throat to sore?"

Noah glances at the food then back up at Michael.
"Sure.." He murmurs. He starts eating it slowly. Michael smiles knowing it's good that he's eating and not refusing.

After Noah had dinner he sat on the couch, bringing his knees up to his chest he closed his eyes and leaned his head on his knees.

Michael soon came in from washing the dishes and sat next to Noah. "Wanna watch a movie? It'll be relaxing and you can fall asleep during it if you want to" he smile softly.

Noah opens his eyes and nods his head slowly. After the movie is set the couple watch the screen and cuddle together until one of them fall asleep.

Michael flicks the Tv off after seeing that Noah had fallen asleep and he wraps his arms around his. He kisses the sleeping mans forehead softly.
"Good night love..."