The dream 18+ gustholomule (reposted)

sick day

Gus Pov:
I splash some water on my face trying to ignore my pounding head as I wash the sweat off my body. Listening to the water as it fell to the floor of the tub before running to the drain as the water ran down my body. I couldn't help but smile as I thought back to the photo he sent me and how it pulled me over the edge. I think it was the most satisfying climax I had with my own hand. Maybe it was because I know who I am touching myself too. Knowing that it was my own boyfriend and not someone random on the internet and that he was also pleasuring himself. It made me a bit excited for tomorrow even if he had to get suspended for this to happen. How he got suspended was bittersweet, it makes my heart race and also makes me sigh. I giggled a bit as I turned off the water, making the cold air wrap around my body. I shiver a bit as I move the shower curtain to the side. Making the rings on the curtain side across the metal bar makes a metallic sound fills the room. I was soon met with the soft feeling of the bath mat as my feet came in contact with it. Before swiping up the white fluffy towel that I had placed onto the counter that was connected to the sink.
Rubbing the fabric against my skin made the little water droplets that were running down my body disappear. Keeping my eyes lowered as the light from above makes my head pound harder but I also need to see. So the light must stay on, I sigh a bit as I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I briefly could see the marks on my neck making me look back at myself in the mirror as I rub the towel against my collarbone. The marks were lighter than yesterday but still quite noticeable. A light purple mixes into my rich brown skin, I slowly brush my fingers over the marks. "Thanks for the hickeys Matty" I mutter to myself smiling a bit before I reach out to the boxers that were set on the toilet seat. I quickly slip them over my legs and pull them up small water droplets that I missed coated onto them. I quickly did the same with the light gray sweatpants that were laying not that much farther away. I sigh as I rest the damp towel on my bare shoulders before running my hand through my hair.
I slowly opened the door letting the stream roll out of the small room as I took a few steps out. My feet met with a plush carpet as I walked into the hallway then I heard the front door squeak open making my heart drop. I was the only one home and it was supposed to stay that way for another few hours. A cold sweat ran down my back as I heard what sounded like two people walking around. "Augustus?" A voice I know calls out to me making me calm down just like a snap of a finger. "Yeah, Dad?" I groaned back out as I walked towards the stairs as I brought the towel up to my ear. Rubbing some water out that got stuck during the shower as I slowly walked down the stairs. I'm a bit confused to be hearing his voice because his shift doesn't end for another few hours. It didn't take me long until I could see him talking to another witch swaying his hand around as he talked. "Dad, who is this?" I asked, squinting my eyes from the bright lights and bringing my hand up to try to block the light. He looked over at me with a small smile before quickly turning off the light. I removed my hand from the air using it to swipe my running nose sniffling a little bit.
"Hey bud, I got the rest of the day off of work to check up on you and I brought someone from the healing coven," My dad said, showing off the young woman he brought with him who was wearing a white coat. I slowly wave at her, making her wave back before walking up to me with a soft smile. "Hey there, your dad saying that you are not feeling well," She said as I sniffled again before nodding. My dad placed his hand on my shoulder as he pushed me toward the couch. Not fighting back I slowly walked over to the red loveseat resting my hand on the armrest as I walked. Bounding slightly as I sat down before placing my hands on my head as it started to pound harder. The lady sat down next to me, placing her hand on her lap and leaning towards me a bit. "Dad, can you go grab me a shirt?" I asked as I tried to use the towel around my shoulder to cover up my chest. He nodded before heading towards the stairs soon making a creaking sound fill the room as he walked up. "Sorry I just got out of the shower," I told her, making her giggle and wave me off a bit. "I have seen much worse don't worry about it darling" She reassured me before pulling out a notepad and a pen. "Can you tell me your symptoms?" she asked, flipping a few pages from her notepad before reaching a free page.
I nodded which she didn't see as she was still looking at her notepad clicking her pen a few times. She seemed to click it in some kind of pattern as my dad soon walked down the stairs, a deep blue short sleeve shirt in his hands. I lip out a thank you as I took the shirt from him "I have a really bad headache that gets worse with lights and sounds" I said before pausing to pull my shirt over my head. I could hear her quickly write something down before looking back up at me "And my nose has been running but also stuffy at the same time" I try to explain as I sniffle again. "My throat is also irritated and I have also been pretty tired," I told her, making her write some more things down on the notepad. She looked up at me before tilting her head to the side a bit, her eyes meeting my neck. "Did you get these bruises before or after you started feeling ill?" She asked, making my heart jump out of my chest as I realized I didn't cover them up. "After" I lied filling my body with shame as she just slowly nodded and wrote something down. "You should keep an eye on that, it gets worse or travels call me right away," she said looking at my dad and making him quickly nod his head.
His eyes were filled with worry as he looked down at me as he kept his hand near his chest playing with them a bit. She stood up before walking over to my dad who led her to the kitchen to talk. I could hear their voices but I couldn't make out what they were saying but I can only guess it was about me. I only sigh as I place my hand into my pounding head as I just try to think about something better. Something like Mattholomulem, how he stood up for me today and actually leaped into action. It was stupid but so sweet, no one has gotten into a physical fight for me. He got into a fight with Bosa as well, the top dog of the school, the one that most others loved with all of their hearts. Who knows what is going to happen now and what she is going to say to try to ruin our lives? I could only sigh as a set of footsteps hit my ears making my head roar out to me. "Just let him take a spoon of this every few hours and he should be feeling better by late tomorrow," I could hear the young woman tell my father as the clink of glass hit my ears.
Soon the front door opened and then closed again as the lady left as her work was done with us. I could feel the couch shift as Dad sat down on the newly free seat making me look up at him. He had a small glass bottle in his hand that had a pink liquid that swirled around the bottle sticking a bit to the glass. "Let's just get this over with" I groan, dread filling my body as he pours some of the liquid into a spoon. I open my mouth letting the bitter liquid pour into my mouth making me want to gag. I keep my mouth closed as the taste only gets worse as it sets in my mouth. I swallowed the liquid making it slowly travel down my throat as I stick my tongue out in disgust. "Why does it taste so bad?" I asked as the nasty taste stuck in my mouth making me gag a bit. "If it doesn't taste good that's how you know it will work," He told me, closing the bottle before heading towards the kitchen. I wipe my tongue onto the towel trying to get rid of the taste with little success.
My stomach twists, making me feel a bit nauseous as the liquid tries to take effect over my body. Soon a glass of cup of water was soon in front of my face, my father's hand wrapped around the cup. I smiled a bit at him as I took the cup from him, making the palm get met with an icy cold feeling. Cooling down my hand from the rest of my burning body makes me regret asking for a shirt. My back dripped with sweat as I placed the glass against my lips making my mouth slowly. Letting the cold water slide into my mouth washing the bitter taste leaving only a bit of the taste in the corner of my mouth. Swallowing the cold liquid washes the rest of the bitter taste from my throat. I could feel my body cool down a bit as I felt the ice hit my lips as the last bit of water ran into my mouth. I swallowed the last of the liquid before removing the cup from my lips letting the ice clink on the glass bottom. The sound seems louder than before making my head ring a bit. I groan a bit before setting the glass on the coffee table with a small thud before slowly sitting back up. "I'm going to my room," I told my Dad, sniffling a bit not bothering to look at him. "Get some rest, I get you in a few hours to take some more medication," He told me, making dread rush through my body at the thought of taking the bitter liquid again.
I shook my head a bit as I sluggishly walked up the stairs making my head yell at me as the creaking kept hitting my ears. Feeling a bit dizzy as I open the door to my room and try to close it behind me as quietly as I can. Making a soft thud as it closed before I quickly ripped off my shirt from my sweaty body and threw it across the room. I soon flopped onto my bed my head hit against the soft pillow making me realize how tired I was. It felt like my whole body shut down as exhaustion gripped onto my body. I tried to reach out to my phone but I gave up halfway as it felt as if bricks were on my eyelids. I slowly let my eyes close letting sleep cradle me softly, Mattholomule wanted me to rest anyways. I can't wait until tomorrow, I have a strong feeling that it is going to be a very fun day.