Tommy felt like he was dying.
High fever, stuffy nose, constant pain, dry throat, etc., he was ill and forced to stay in bed.
Normally he'd disagree with staying in bed and continue his day like he wasn't sick. But a certain somebody wouldn't allow that.
That somebody being Nick.
Speak of the devil, the guy slowly pushed Tommy's door open with his back, carrying a tray with noodle soup and orange juice. Nick set the tray down, and helped Tommy sit up.
"How are you feeling?" Nick asked, feeling Tommy's forehead.
"Like shit, Nick." Tommy told him, and Nick put the tray down on Tommy's lap.
"Well, I think you'll feel a bit better if you get something in your stomach." Nick smiled, and Tommy shrugged.
"I guess. Thanks, Nick." Tommy began to eat, and Nick left the room. Tommy had to admit, eating was nice. The orange juice tasted horrible with the soup but his throat felt better.
Nick came back a little while later, but instead of entering all the way, he just poked his head in. "You all done?"
"Yeah," Tommy nodded, and Nick cursed under his breath. "You okay, Nick?"
"No. I lost a bet with Ashlie and now I'm paying the price. I-I just don't want you to see how stupid I look."
"But Nick, laughter is the best medicine," Tommy smirked. "Plus, it can't be that bad, right?"
Nick sighed, and stepped into the room. He was wearing one of those nurse outfits, the short ones with white heel boots, and he put on a cap with a red cross on it.
He walked over to Tommy, and took the tray. "I'll be back in a minute to take your temperature." Tommy watched as Nick left, and felt himself sweating.
Holy shit Nick was hot in that outfit. Tommy thought the guy was attractive before but damn.
Nick came back with a thermometer and looked at Tommy. "You ready for me to take your temperature?"
"Maybe you should check yours, because you're hot."
"Dear God you're super sick," Nick put the thermometer in Tommy's mouth and waited for the beep, then looked at it. "Well, your temperature went down, that's good, do you need anything?"
"I need you to tell me why, out of all of these times, you have to be dressed like that when I'm sick." Tommy groaned, and Nick laughed quietly.
"Here, tell you what," Nick set the thermometer down on the nightstand and sat on Tommy's lap, then took one of his hands. Nick put a small bottle of hand sanitizer in Tommy's hand, and smiled. "You rub that all over your hands and you can touch me, and only touching."
Tommy nodded quickly, and squeezed half the bottle onto one of his hands. He rubbed his hands all over, and made sure his hands were 100% sanitized. "There."
Nick put one of Tommy's hands on his leg, and another one on his hip. "Alright, you're free to move your hands wherever you want on my body."
"You sure about this, Nick?"
"Yeah, you're probably too sick and I won't get another chance to be so close to you." Nick told him, and Tommy sighed.
He moved the hand on Nick's leg up the skirt of the dress, and then moved it down to rub Nick's inner thigh. Nick bit his lip and rubbed himself slightly against Tommy's hand, and Tommy smirked.
"Nick the Nice Nurse, huh? More like Nick the Needy Nurse. Do you need anything, Nick? Because it seems like you do." Nick huffed, and shook his head slowly.
"N-No, you're s-still sick...I'll wear this again when you're not sick and maybe we c-can get farther than this?"
"Hmm, alright. Hey, I have a question," Tommy said, and Nick raised an eyebrow. "What's up with the panties?"
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Nick watched as Tommy slept soundly, which was good, meaning that the sickness was over, but whenever Tommy was sick he'd give Nick special attention, so Nick had to enjoy every moment he had.
"Mmm, Nick? That you?" Tommy asked as he opened his eyes slowly.
"Yeah, how'd you sleep?" Nick asked, and Tommy smiled as he stretched.
"Fantastic. I feel 100% better!" Tommy told him, and Nick got the thermometer.
"Well, your temperature is back to normal, meaning I can get out of this silly thing-"
"Can you uhh, keep it on?" Tommy asked shyly, and Nick nodded.
"S-Sure." The two sat in silence, then Tommy pulled Nick onto his lap. Nick's back was to Tommy's chest, and this was a better angle for Tommy to rub Nick's inner thigh.
"I'm not sick anymore, right? So I can touch you and kiss you all I want? With consent, of course."
"Y-Yes, T-Tommy, please~..." Nick moaned softly as Tommy got closer and closer to-
"Hey, Tommy, have you seen-" Ashlie stood in the doorway in absolute silence. Here were her two friends, one being in a nurse outfit and the other having a hand on his inner thigh. Ashlie took out her phone and took a picture, then laughed.
"H-Hey, Ashlie!" Nick yelled as she ran off, and Tommy grabbed his wrists, keeping him in place.
"You're staying here, Nick. Let her keep the picture, and now I want to take a few of my own for later use."
"I mean, with a picture it'll last longer."
"But with the real deal I won't be able to control myself..." Tommy whispered, and Nick gave a nervous smile as he was pinned down to the bed.
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"Tommy!" Nick whined, throwing his box of tissues at his door.
He should've known that just because Tommy didn't have a temperature didn't mean he wasn't sick.
Tommy opened the door and walked in, then kissed Nick's forehead. "I'm here, what do you need?"
"I wanna cuddle."
Tommy sighed and got in the bed with his boyfriend, who snuggled up to him and sighed happily. Tommy wrapped an arm around him and smiled.
He was going to think about something being positive about being sick but the only thing he could think of was Nick's face when he-
Then Tommy passed out from exhaustion.
