tynoah oneshots 😈

sickday [wicked]

Noah let out another cough, wrapping himself further in his blanket fort.

"Nooah! I said I'm not asking anymore!"

Tyler held up a small measuring cup to Noah's face.

"Take the medicine!"

The indian rolls his eyes, finally turning to face his beloved, "I already told you! I'm not taking it." Though Noah had quite the bad cold, instead of taking meds, nor resting, he put up a fight about doing either. Which, obviously, frustrated Tyler.

Tyler sighed. Noah looked terrible, even he could admit it. He was tired, clearly overworked. His hair was untempt, and probably messier than Tyler's at me moment. As expected, the fever wasn't helping. Luckily enough, the jock was at least able to get him in bed, despite how much Noah refused to go to sleep. "Can you get try getting some rest? For me?"

"No."

"Please?"

"I said, no." Noah continued to protest, a scowl across his warm face

"Okay..well I know you still feel like trash, dude. " Tyler groans, crossing his arms. "Hold on, I'll go get something for you." Noah blinked, sitting upright in his bed as the brunette walked out of the room. He lies down, his eyes heavy as he pulls the covers over him. He stares at the whirring ceiling fan as he counts the seconds the other has been gone. One-hundred and one, one-hundred and two, one-hundred and thr-

creak !!!

The bookworm switches his gaze from the ceiling to the door, as Tyler walks in with a wet rag, and a glass of water. Pulling a stool over right to the side of Noah's bed, the jock sits down, before wiping Noah's face with the cloth. It's a calming sensation, and Noah leans into the touch. And, eventually, the athlete hands him the dreaded liquid.

"You're still making me drink this.." Noah uttered, staring at the liquid between his fingertips. While he may have felt hot and awful, Noah could be stubborn. Cautiously, he looked up at his lover. While he was still smiling, he clearly looked at least a little tired. He shakes his head, before closing his eyes and gulping down the medicine.

"Thank you," Tyler finally felt some relief. He handed the glass of water to the cynic, who instantly began drinking it. "I'll go put this up." He got up, leaving the room once more to put the medicine in the bathroom, and when he returned, Noah was wrapped in his blanket once more, looking half asleep. Tyler lied down right next to him, pulling him close to his chest, resting his chin on the other's head.

"If you get sick, I'm not fussing about you like you did for me.." Noah mumbles drowsily.

"I know," he replies, lightly kissing the top of Noah's head. He seemed to nod slowly, but his drowsiness overtaking him, he quickly passed out against him. Tyler smiled softly, brushing away hair from his face. He had wrapped his arms around the shorter, giving him another kiss, before he too had fallen asleep. And though it was most likely that he would wake up with a stuffy nose,

he's willing to suck it up, just for his boyfriend.

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