Michael Clifford sickfics

Muke Puke

Request by tonicenidoza

This sucks balls (Like Luke sucks Michael's)

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IM SORRY ABOUT THE TITLE I HAD TO

IT WAS TOO TEMPTING

Anways........
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"Luuuuuke." Michael whined as he and his best friend got home from a small trip they had taken, the blonde boy suddenly not feeling too well as his tummy turned. "What sweetie?" Luke asked, "I don't feel good." Michael pouted and Luke felt his forehead, feeling a fever and frowning. "Oh Mikey, let's get you to bed." The younger cooed as he took Michael to his bedroom since they had gotten an apartment together in L.A, Michael sniffled as he began to feel worse by the minute and he laid down in bed, coughing lightly and Luke sat next to him, playing with his hair and Michael closed his eyes, already drowsy and passing out in seconds, making Luke smile and he kissed his forehead, leaving the room and doing some chores. After a couple hours, Michael woke up amd felt worse, his tummy cramping and aching plus his face and tummy were itchy. The blonde boy boy got up and went to the bathroom, seeing red pots on his face and he whined, acne is just what he needed. Michael suddenly felt extremely ill and he almost fell to the floor from dizziness, weakly gripping onto the sink as he got down on his knees, feeling bile rise in his throat and he hovered over the toilet, throwing up whatever he had consumed in the past 24 hours a day Luke walked in, having heard him. "Oh Mikey, you poor thing." Luke cooed as he walked over and rubbed Michael's back, sniffling as he did so and Michael looked up as he finished, seeing Luke's nose was a little swollen. "Lukey, you okay?" Michael whispered, his throat straining. "Just a small cold sweetie, nothing compared to what you have." Luke cooed, but Michael knew he didn't just get small colds, he always got the flu and his nose would get pink and swollen when he did. "Lukey you don't get-" Michael began, cut off by a round of sickness shooting out of his mouth and into the toilet and Luke rubbed his back, "Y-you don't g-get c-colds, only a f-flu." Michael manged somehow and stopped throwing up, sniffling and turning around, "You're sick too." Michael rasped out and itched at his face, making Luke grab his hand. "Mikey, no, don't scratch." He cooed, "It's just acne." He mumbled, "No, you have chicken pox sweetie, I've had them before." Luke mumbled and Michael let out a low whine, now laying on the floor. "I don't want thisssssss." Michael whined as he sat up, Luke picking him up and flushing the toilet, laying him down in bed and laying with him, "Lukey, they itchhhhhh." Michael whimpered as he snuggled into the younger boy, needing comfort and Luke rubbed his back, "I know baby, I know. They'll go away soon." Luke cooed and Michael whimpered into his chest, "I don't like it Lukey." He whimpered and Luke felt bad, "Go to sleep sweetie, you'll be better." Luke cooed and Michael nodded, falling asleep curled up to him and Luke smiled, making sure the older boy felt safe and secure with him. Luke nursed Michael for the next couple days, helping him get better and Michael felt so loved, Luke was putting him first and making sure he was okay despite being ill himself. A couple days later, both of the boys were getting close to being healthy again, Michael still having some trouble with his tummy and Luke just a little congested, both boys had gotten feelings for one another, both too shy to admit it, but Michael couldn't handle it and he just needed to let it out. "I love you Luke." Michael blurted out as they cuddled, "Love you to Mikey." Luke cooed, "No, like love love you." Michael mumbled, "I know Mikey, me too." Luke cooed.