Smuts And One Shots [Boyxboy]

Sick

Chapter Six (Graham's POV)

Dave Franco 

as William

Grant Gustin

as Graham

We can't spend having fun together today.

William is sick, and I have to watch him, because he's my baby poo. Yes, we're in a relationship, and please, don't judge me if I just called him baby poo. Because he is. He's so adorable.

He's now lying on the couch, eyes closed, and a wet cloth on his forehead. His face is drained in red, and he's always sniffing from the cold. His nose is red, and I just wanted to pinch it because it's too cute.

"Quit staring at me, idiot. You're creeping me out." William said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I chuckled, and rubbed his forehead. He sneezed, and I gave him a tissue to wipe his nose. 

"Ouch, that hurts. But I'm your idiot, right?" I asked, smiling. He rolled his eyes, and I have the urge to giggle because from that moment, his face was slightly red, but when I asked him I'm his idiot, there was a slight blush in it.

"Shut up." He muttered, and sneezed again. I wiped his nose, and went to grab a glass of water. I gave it to him, and he sipped as he finished it. I put it on the table beside him, and watched him.

I decided to make a chicken soup for him so that at least there's a slight change in his temperature. It's freaking hot.

I finished making it minutes later, and I told William to gently get up. He sat up, and watched me with those adorable puppy eyes of his. I resisted the urge to awe, like I'm watching an adorable puppy - which technically I'm  watching William like a puppy, so let's drop it into that.

"I said stop staring at me like a creep and give me that chicken soup. It's gonna get cold." He said, snapping me out of my thoughts again. I chuckled, and gave the chicken soup to him, slowly.

He took it gently, and used the spoon to sip the soup. He took it, spoon by spoon, until he finished the bowl. He put it on the table, and laid down again. I sat beside him, and rubbed his forehead.

"I'm just gonna check your temperature, alright?" I said. He nodded slowly, and I got up, getting the thermometer, and sat beside William. I told him to open his mouth. When he did, I switched on the thermometer, put it slowly inside his mouth, and closed it. I blushed slightly, imagining that thermometer was my..........little buddy over here.

I took the thermometer slowly after a few minutes have passed, and checked. It was 50'C, and I got up, getting the medicine and let him take it. William sat up, and I get the glass of water, and gave it to him. He swallowed the medicine, and gulped the glass of water. He put it on the table, and laid down.

"There. Your temperature should be low in just a few minutes. Don't worry." I said. He nodded, and laid down again. I smiled softly at the sight of his comfort. He looks so peaceful, and quiet. But he's not dead, you know that.

"Thank you, Graham." William said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I smiled softly but narrowed my brows slightly in confusion. "For what?" I asked. He coughed softly, and I rubbed his shoulder blades. "For taking care of me and never letting me go." He said. I smiled and blush softly. I can hear him chuckle. "It's my pleasure. Just take your rest, and I'll be here. Don't worry. And I'm never letting you go, you know that." I said, making him blush. He nodded, and went back to sleep.

Minutes of watching him, I find myself finding a way to distract myself. From watching TV to reading books, I just, can't concentrate. What I really can concentrate is that, the idea of William sleeping. He looks like an adorable little angel. I wanted to keep him forever. No, I'm going to keep him forever.

Hours later, I stared at William for too long, he's been awake. When he realizes that I'm not paying attention to him, he got up and kissed my cheek. From there, I was snapped out of my thoughts, and blushed furiously, but then, something caught my attention.

"You're sick, remember?" I asked. William shook his head, giggling softly, and kissed my cheek again. "Nope. I'm all better now. See." He said, grabbing my hand, and putting it around his neck. It's true, he's not hot anymore - well, ironically, he's hot. And I mean super hot, but in this situation, what he mean is that, he's not hot from the fever.

"Wow. That works fast. How?" I asked. He chuckled, and shook his head. "I don't know. But what I know is that, I got better from that medicine and that, love from you. It makes my heart melt." He said, making me blush furiously. God, this adorable fella is gonna be the death of me. 

"No wonder why you're so cheesy all of a sudden." I said, smirking. He blushed, and hid his face from me. I pouted.

"No. Don't hide your face from me. It's cute to watch you blush." I said, making him blush again. He pushed me playfully, and I resisted the urge to just, make out with him. "Shut up, and kiss me." He said, making me stop for a moment. "What?" I asked. He chuckled. He knows I'm not mad to receive a kiss. Of course not. "I said, shut up and kiss me, idiot." He said, blushing. I smirked, grabbed him by the waist, and kissed him.

He was taken aback for a moment, before kissing back. First, it was passionate, and loving, and it's so nice to just, feel around and hug tight the one you love and never letting them go forever.

We pulled away, and I smiled lovingly. He blushed, and pecked me on the lips. We went to the bed, and laid there.

"Can we stay like this forever?" He asked, making me look at him. I smiled, and kissed him on the cheek. "Of course, now let's go to sleep. We have tons of sex to do tomorrow." I said, smirking. He was nodding, before shaking his head in disbelief. "What?!" He asked, whisper-yelling. I chuckled softly. "Nothing. Just go to sleep." I said. He nodded, and I wrapped my arms around him. Did I mention I was shirtless as he is? Nope.

When I wrap my arms around him, I can feel him smile. I smiled to myself, thinking, this is gonna be us. We're gonna be like this forever. I can't wait to spend my future with him. We're gonna have a lots of kids. We're gonna go to vacations, and lots of stuff, and remember earlier, when I told William, we're gonna have sex tomorrow? Well, I will have, but not tomorrow. In the near future, yes.

"I love you, William." I said. He grabbed my hand, which are wrapping around his waist and replied.

"I love you too, Graham. So much. I can't wait to marry you, have lots of kids, and spend the future together." He said, making me taken aback, but wrapped my arms around him tighter. I smiled.

"Good night."

"Good night, Graham."