The last few days had been heaven and hell for Jason: His boyfriend had been sick, with puking and fever, the whole thing, and even though Jason had been worried to death over his poor boy, he had also realised once more how madly he thrived upon caring and pampering and soothing his darling. It was almost disgusting.
But eventually, Tom got better and after five rough days, he had almost recovered completely.
"I might still need you to get me things...," he said cheekily one morning when they had slept in and Tom had woken without a headache and looked much healthier again, "I think I got used to that now."
"For getting you things?" Jason repeated in mock accusation. "That's what I'm here for?"
Tom raised his eyebrows and looked at Jason with his Draco-esque sneer. "I thought so, yes. Shouldn't it be a great pleasure for you to get me things?"
Jason snorted. Oh, if he only knew... "Of course it is, I won't deny that," he replied eventually, his eyebrows still raised. "But just so it should be a great pleasure for you to ask me nicely if you want something from me, am I not right, duckling?"
He saw Tom hesitate for a moment, but then he grinned and licked his lips. "Mhm, yes you... might be right. So would you please tend to my sore neck and shoulders with a massage, darling? After all these days lying in bed, I could really do with one now..."
"Hm," Jason made, a pleased smile on his face, "Do I also get a kiss?" he asked quietly.
Tom bit his lip – oh god, he loved that beyond reasoning – and nodded before he leaned in – only to be stopped gently by one of Jason's fingers which he placed on those gorgeous lips...
"Keep in mind that you set the pace for your massage, darling," he whispered with a low voice – yes, probably his villainy one, but not less affectionate.
"Mhm," Tom nodded and before Jason could comprehend what was happening, he had wrapped his lips around Jason's finger and gently bit into it.
"Ouch," he made. "So, you want me to bite your back? Did I get that right?" He took Tom, who wanted to reply something, by the chin and breathed a kiss against his lips. "Or your pretty arse? Do you want me to bite both your lovely buttocks until you beg me to stop?"
"Yes, please...," his lovely boy breathed back, "I can do with a bit of rough today, love. I think I... need that after everything..."
Jason tried to, but he couldn't stifle the moan that was leaving his throat at those incredible words.
He took Tom's hand in his own and kissed every finger thrice. "I know exactly what we do about that, my wonderful darling."
Tom smiled as if he had hoped to hear that. "Should I turn around then, love?"
"Maybe we should undress you first," Jason suggested, trailing his fingers down Tom's throat to his collarbones. "Or do you think it's too cold? Should I turn on the heating or the fire?"
"No, I think I'll be fine," Tom replied and couldn't hold back a grin, "You'll keep me nice and warm, won't you?"
"Hmm", Jason grinned. "Definitely."
So it was decided that he helped Tom out of his clothes and took the liberty to greet his abnormally perfect, beautiful skin with devoting kisses.
"You truly look like an angel, love," he whispered against his skin, which had gotten paler again since he had moved back to the UK. "Look at you...," he caressed his belly, his arms and then his chest where he rubbed and then gently pinched one of Tom's sensitive nipples, just as his darling liked it whenever they played a bit more roughly.
