Lightyears ⇝ Luke Hemmings

chapter eight

"You're comfy." Reece said and snuggled in to Luke's chest. He'd been sick all day and Luke was taking care of him.

"Thanks." Luke smiled, kissing Reece's forehead, "it's because I have titties."

Reece snorted and shook his head, "I love your titties." He sniffled loudly, one nostril completely blocked the other about to be, he hated being sick, he definitely could go to work because of the hospital and their procedures, he just couldn't be sick around already sick people. "You know what I don't love though?"

"Being sick."

"Being sick." Reece huffed, "I want to die."

"You want me to get that vapour rub, I'll feel you up for a bit." Luke offered, "it'll help clear your chest and nose up."

"Please."

Luke slid from under Reece, and grabbed the vapour rub from their medicine cabinet in the bathroom, he came back and saw Reece hanging half off the sofa, like he was about to die. "Stop being dramatic." Luke told him, kneeling on the floor, "shirt off."

"Don't gotta ask me twice." Reece said and undressed, letting Luke rub the medicine in. "You should do massages more often." Reece said, closing his eyes and relaxing.

"You'd like that." Luke said, "I'm so glad you haven't got a hairy chest, this would be nasty."

"You have more hair than me it's so sad."

"But you have more beard than me." Luke pointed out. "Have done since you were fifteen, which is upsetting, you hit puberty so early, and hard."

Reece laughed, "Yeah, I excelled from an early age."

"Don't get too big there big head."

Reece reached his hand out, his hand cupping Luke's cheek, "you know how much I adore you right?"

Luke's eyes met his, "Yeah, I know."

Reece snorted, but then coughed as it hit his chest, he sat up and coughed wildly, "oh my god!" He yelled, "water!"

Luke grabbed the bottle from the coffee table and handed it over, letting Reece guzzle it down. "You okay?" Luke asked.

Reece cleared his throat, "fuck."

"You're so fucking dramatic." Luke shook his head, "you get a cold and the worlds ending, all those sick children at work won't know what to do without their favourite gay ass nurse."

"Hold on—"

"You baby."

"You're just as bad!"

"Oh no I'm not."

"Shut up Mr. I think I have appendicitis, or oh no I think it's cancer." Reece rolled his eyes, "you're a lil bitch Hemmings, just as much as me."

Luke glared, his face screwed up in a little pout glare, "take it back."

"As if."

Luke jumped on top of him, Reece groaning as he hit his stomach with his knee, "take it back!"

"Owie Lu." Reece said, whining, Luke laughed and started tickling him, digging his fingers in to Reece's armpits and sides. "Luke!"

"Take it back!"

"No! Bitch!"

"I'm going home." Luke got up suddenly and grabbed his shoes, "take it back and I'll stay."

Reece sat up, breathing heavily after the attack, "oh luke, honey, you mustn't know me if you think I'm letting you win."

So Luke grinned, "see you in a week when you have to babysit my sick ass."

Luke opened the front door, and Reece helped and ran after him, he caught him in the hallway grabbing Luke around the waist. Luke burst in to a fit of giggles as Reece carried him back inside. Luke was thrown on to the sofa, Reece straddling him, cupping his face and kissing him on the mouth. "There now you're sick with me, we can be sick buddies."

"Reece I have work tomorrow." Luke frowned.

"Exactly, sick days are the best days, we can nap all day and watch films and watch stranger things season three when it's out on Thursday."

"Reece—"

"Love me!"

"I do!" Luke laughed, "you're a handful, why do I love you?"

Reece shrugged, "dunno mate."

"Call me mate again and I'll kick you."

"Sure."

Reece peppered Luke in soft kisses.

And by the next morning, Luke was sick, and they spent a week in bed together.

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