Michael Clifford sickfics

Itchy

Request by StaceyStonier

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR A CHICKEN POX REQUEST FOR SO LONG OMGGGGGGGG

Malum is making me SCREAMMMMM

This is Mashton fyi

*writes whilst sick*

Anyway........
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Michael woke up and immediately scratched his tummy, it was beyond itchy and he needed some kinda relief. "Mikey, what the fuck are you doing?" Ashton laughed as he saw his boyfriend furiously scratching st his tummy. "I'm itchyyyyyy!" Michael whined and pulled his tshirt off, standing up and scratching again, but Ashton grabbed his hands. "Ashton, let gooooo." Michael whined and Ashton shook his head, "Look at what you're scratching."  He mumbled and Michael looked down at his pudgy tummy, seeing it covered in red spots and his eyes widened as he knew exactly what they were. "Oh god why?" Michael moaned and pouted, then looking at his arms and seeing a few of the pox on his pale skin, "Dammit!" Michael cursed and wiggled out of Ashton's grip, now scratching at his cheeks as Ashton noticed several pox there. "Mikey you need to stop scratching, you'll get scars." Ashton cooed and Michael growled, clenching his fists and Ashton sighed, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the bedroom, taking him to the bathroom and pulling out Calamine lotion. "What the hell is that?" Michael mumbled as he resisted the strong urge to scratch his itches, "It'll help the itching baby." Ashton cooed and squirted some of the lotion onto his arms, making him shiver from the cold and scrunch his nose up from the smell. "It's sticky and icky." Michael grimaced as Ashton started rubbing it on his itchy tummy, "You're a dork." Ashton chuckled and then put bandages over the places where he put the lotion, so basically his entire body expect his face, neck, and chest. "You look like a mummy." Ashton laughed and Michael glared at him, "Stop laughing at meeeee." Michael whined and Ashton kissed him softly, making Michael smile. "W-wait, won't I give you them?" Michael asked, suddenly remembering how contagious chicken pox are, "I've had them before, don't worry." Ashton cooed and pecked Michael's lips, making him smile and then he whined at the itching, "I wanna scratch!" Michael whined as he started ripping off the bandages, rubbing his pox covered skin.  Ashton grabbed his hands and took off the bandages, "Let's get you dressed and I'm gonna keep you from scratching anymore." Ashton sighed and walked Michael to his bedroom, the ill boy scratching the whole way and Ashton put a long sleeve shirt and pants on him, then dragging him downstairs and taking out oven mits, pulling them onto Michael's hands and then duct taping them so they stay on. Ashton then went over to the teapot, making an herbal tea that should help with the illness, "Go lay down and I'll make you some tea okay?" Ashton smiled and Michael nodded, then realizing what Ashton did as he went to scratch an itch on his thigh. "Ashton what the hell?!" Michael shouted as he flopped onto the couch, his skin itching like crazy. "You made me do it!" Ashton shouted back from the kitchen, "I'm itchyyyyyy!" Michael snapped and Ashton walked in with a mug of steaming tea, "That will help with the itching if you drink it." Ashton cooed and kissed Michael's head, "But I want the itching to stop now." Michael pouted and Ashton chuckled, putting his hand on his forehead and feeling a fever, "Just drink the tea and we'll put on more lotion later." Ashton smiled and Michael pouted his bottom lip out, then facing his oven mit covered hand to Ashton, "It's a shame you can see what finger I'm holding up." Michael mumbled, "Love you too sickie." Ashton laughed and left the room, Michael still flipping him off through the mitten.