Opossum-(mxm) (Rever series Eight)

Opossum Twenty-One

I have truly been blessed. 

Grim had to fight to keep his expression blank as he tugged down his pants, intent on changing before his match. 

They were actually supposed to team up again, but he refused to allow Ian to even think about it. The guy had gotten substantially worse over the past few days and, after an at-home test, had been diagnosed with the flu. 

You're sicker than a dog, yet you still have time to ogle my body. 

A quiet, phlegmy cough answered his silent words, making him quickly tug on his shorts, then walk over to check Ian's temperature again. 

The thermometer told him what he could already tell by just touching the guy's forehead. His fever wasn't subsiding. 

He'd given Ian his bed without really thinking about it, and even though he could have just gone into the other room to sleep in his, for the past few nights he'd just slept on the floor nearby. 

Thankfully, Ian was able to keep down chicken broth and water, as well as any medication he took, so he wasn't worried that much. 

He was a little worried about the guy's train of thought, though...

Thinking about sucking someone off should not be your first priority when sick! 

Hopefully it was only temporary, because while he'd switched half of his gym classes to video ones on the computer so that he could stay home more and look after Ian, it was a bit hard to teach workouts while getting snippets of all the things Ian wanted to do to his junk! 

The guy had even thought about asking him if he could still give him a blow job, even though he could barely lift his head off the pillow! 

Needless to say, Grim sent him a glare before the words could even leave his mouth, silencing any further thoughts of such things... for at least an hour. 

Turning around, he knew that he'd find Ian's eyes closed, even though he knew that the guy was staring at him just seconds ago. 

It's a good thing Ammo seems to be doing okay with Harrison, but you...

"I'm going to start changing in the other room. You're constant blushing can't be helping your fever," he said, making Ian immediately open his watery eyes. 

How are you crying that quickly?!

Pointing at the man staring up at him from his bed, Grim was about to darken his tone and tell him to cool off, but the guy suddenly looked like a terrified kitten, hiding partially beneath his blankets as he looked up at him with damp eyes and overheated cheeks. 

He... couldn't yell at that face. 

So, instead, he gave out a big sigh and stomped off to the bathroom to dampen a few washcloths. When he walked back into the room, Ian was already in position. That is, he had nudged the blanket down to his waist and was now lying on his belly with his head turned away. 

Whenever he got sick, evidently his back sweat the most out of anywhere. And, since he was usually lying on it, it made for quite an uncomfortable situation. 

Moving over him to straddle his waist, Grim got busy wiping down his back. He could see Ian glancing at him out of the corner of his eye with his sweaty hair clinging to his forehead. 

Scowling, Grim reached up with his free hand and squeezed Ian's warm nose. 

"You trying to act cute or something while drenched in sweat?" he chastised as he tugged his nose a little, but made sure not to squeeze much or risk blocking it in case Ian could still breathe through it right then.