GhostXToast one shots

Cold

Toast sat on the couch reading. He was wrapped in a warm blanket his grandmother knitted him. It would have been an enjoyable time, but his bad cough and sneezing ruined it.

He closed the book for the sixth time and leaned forward to grab a tissue. The apartment door sung open and closed loudly.

"Hey, Johnny. I'm back."

"Hello Sir. I apologise for my.. absence on the case." He sneezed.
"It's okay, you weren't well."

"It wasn't too hard was it?" He asked, before coughing into his hand. "I'm sorry I'm not well."

"It isn't your fault. Really. And no, it wasn't a hard case. Just the Acachallas again."

Toast coughed again. "This sucks."

"It will do. Here, I'll go make you some hot lemon and honey. And maybe a hint of food."

"Thank you Sir."

Ghost walked in a few minutes later and handed Toast a mug with a spoon in.

"The hot lemon should melt the honey to help you." He smiled to his friend.

"Thank you. Really." He smiled, taking the cup and sipping it.

"You hungry?" Ghost asked.

"A bit."

"Good. I'll go make us some porridge." (Porridge is like oatmeal I guess)

He then disappeared back into the kitchen. He could hear his friend coughing violently and quietly cursing. Toast wasn't one to swear, but when he did, you knew it was serious.

Ghost was too caught up in his own thoughts to notice his friend, standing beside him wrapped in blankets-his face was paler than usual.

"I ran out of tissues, Sir. And that food is burning."

"Wha- geez Johnny, don't scare me like that." Ghost jumped before blushing.

"Sorry Sir." Toast grabbed some more tissues. "I'd take that off the heat if I was you." He coughed weakly into his hand again.

"Oh right." As Ghost took it off the heat, he placed it on the side and tried to stir it.
But it didn't move.

He took the spoon out and stared at it.

"You over cooked it Sir. I'm not being fussy, but food like that is very, uh, hard to eat." Toast said, politely.

"It's not that bad. I just need to add in more milk." Ghost snapped playfully.

"But Sir, the spoon sticks up in it." Toast said. "You know, I think I'll just stick with honey and lemon."

"No, wait. I can-" he was cut off as Toast grabbed the wooden spoon from Ghosts hand and placed it in the Oatmeal. The spoon stuck standing in it. 

"You were saying, Sir." Toast smirked.

"Be quiet." Ghost blushed under his hood.

Toast laughed at him, opening his arms and pulling him into the blanket with him. Ghost hugged back, smiling at the warmth of his friend.

"I love you." Toast laughed, burying his face in Ghosts hair. "I love you so, so much."

Ghost froze. "I-I love you too." He leaned up to kiss his friend, but to his surprise, he felt Toast stop him.

"Sir. I don't want you to get ill with this cold. You don't deserve it."

"I don't care. If I want to kiss you, I will." Ghost grabbed Toast collar and pulled him down, kissing his softly.

Toast kissed back, pulling Ghost up so he could deepen the kiss. They pulled away, staring at each other.

"Will you go out with me?" Toast asked, his eyes closed.

Ghost blushed. "Of course." He kissed his cheek. "Under one condition."

"Yes?"

"Let me help you get rid of that cold."

For the remainder of the day, they spent snuggled on the sofa, watching tv and sipping hot lemon and honey. Toast looked down to see Ghost had fallen asleep. He hugged him tighter. He was so lucky, to have a boyfriend like Ghost.

Hey guys. *waves*

Hope you enjoyed the one shot. And I will see you next time.

Just to point out, I drink hot lemon and honey when I'm ill and it does help you if you have a bad cough/sore throat.

-Guargent