Luke came as soon as he heard. Michael's roommate texted him and demanded Luke brings them more tissues as his boyfriend has used them all.
When he asked why Luke learned Michael has been down with the flu for the past two days.
He was mad. Or maybe a bit offended that Michael didn't call or said anything. They didn't see each other that often on weekdays since they both worked so he wasn't suspicious at all.
Luke found his boyfriend in a pile of blankets, used tissues scattered all over the floor, and more than five mugs waiting to be cleaned on his bedside table.
Michael was watching a movie and before Luke entered his room he could hear him laugh. His voice was horrible, rusty like he's been smoking for the past thirty years.
"Oh god, you look horrible," Luke said and Michael looked up at him, clearly surprised to see him there.
"Luke?" Michael thought he might be dreaming since his temperature was so high.
Luke pulled gloves out of his bag and started cleaning up the mess. He was clearly ignoring Michael and Michael found it amusing how he was stomping all over the room.
"Baby," Michael whined. "Don't be mad at me."
Luke looked at him and he was more upset than mad. "You get sick and you don't call me? Your boyfriend who just happens to be a doctor?"
"You're a nurse babe." Michael smiled and he looked like he was on drugs. "Plus it's always the same. You'll get sick too and you'll blame it on me."
Michael had a point and now Luke was the one to pout. "But I want to take care of you."
If anyone would be in the room with them they'd get sick too. Sick from how cute and in love they are.
He didn't say a word and let Luke clean the room and forced him to take a shower.
When he returned to his bedroom, the room was cold like Luke just opened the windows and let in some fresh air. There was no sign of the tissues and mugs. Instead, the bedding was changed and there was a cup of water with some pills waiting for him.
A few minutes later Luke returned with a soup and some hot tea. He went back to the living room and returned with a bunch of pillows.
Michael's mouth was too busy eating so he didn't say a word when Luke placed the pillows in the middle of his bed. Then he climbed onto the other side of the bed and slipped under the covers.
"Luke? What are you doing?"
Luke smiled over the pillows. There were so many they could barely see each other.
"We'll watch a movie together. And the wall will keep us from cuddling and kissing and me getting sick too."
At that moment Michael really didn't want to be sick and wanted to kiss his boyfriend because he was the best.
"I love you, do you know that?"
Instead of answering Luke smiled and pressed play. When a few minutes later Michael stuck his hand to him so Luke would hold it, Luke sprayed it with something antibacterial and then clasped them together.
A week later, Luke got sick anyway. He, of course, blamed Michael.
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Thoughts on this anyway?
I love muke taking care of each other.
Also please recommend some published and good mxm books. I can't stop reading them.
Love, Lucija ♡
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