Sleepy head

Fever.

Tomas was sick, he was sick during the whole exorcism they managed. So, when they finished, Marcus drove them to the motel. Tomas was feverish and they had to stop on the road because he was about to throw up, when they arrived the bedroom, Marcus helped him to undress and wipped his face with a wet cloth. He wrapped in the bed sheets and slept almost directly, his fevered vision deforming the space around him.
Marcus sat beside him, strocking his dark curls lightly and huffing.
Hours passed as Tomas' eyes began to open smoothly, his brain waking up at the sound of a deep and low voice at his side.
'' Yo soy Vicentillo
Que vengo a cantar''
Tomas stretched his arms under the sheets.
''Y al Niño que llora,
Hacerlo callar,
Y al Niño que llora, 
Hacerlo callar.''
He smiled tenderly and rubbed his face, trying to wake fully.
'' Mi sol sol sol sol,
Mi sol sol sol sol,''
Marcus was drawing calmly in his side, Tomas' body curled around his legs.
'' No llores, bien mío,
No llores más no
No llores bien mío,
No llores más no.''
Tomas raised his face to see two blue eyes looking fondly at him. He smiled and threw his arms around Marcus' waist, reposing his warm cheek against the taller's lower belly.
'' hello Tomasito... '' Marcus caressed the hot back of Tomas, miming a massage and drew circles in his shoulder blades.
'' hmm... Buenos días... '' he nuzzled in Marcus' shirt, squeezing his body. ''didn' t know you knew spanish lullabies''
Marcus chuckled.'' you're not the first latino i deal with. ''
Marcus moved his arms, ajusting his body so he could hug Tomas.
'' do you feel any better ? "
" yeah, i think so... '' Marcus rubbed his rib cage with gentle moves. '' sorry for that, i feel dumb and... Useless''
Marcus moved his head to look at Tomas with a stern look.
'' you're not useless. '' he took tomas' face and kissed him lovingly. ''you' re not. ''
Tomas raised his face to rub his nose against Marcus', his eyes shut and his cheeks red. When he moved away, Marcus watched him, seeming awkwardly lost.
'' what was that ? "
" eskimo kiss ''
'' oh '' he touched his nose. '' i like it. ''
Tomas laughed.
They stayed in bed during all day and night, Marcus casually leaving to buy food or medicine or other things, Tomas was still to weak to walk.