Rasey One-Shots

Christmas Fever

Author's Note: I know it's a little early, hardly even mid-December. You might not even celebrate Christmas, and I'm sorry for that. It may suck a little, but I hope you enjoy anyways.

        Casey knocked on his boyfriend's bedroom door. What he heard on the other side of the door was a hoarse coughing fit, and in between that, a small, weak, "Come in." He came in quickly, concerned and worried. Raph smiled as he coughed roughly. Casey smiled back, seeing him okay. He walked over to his bed, and sat down next to him. When his coughing fit was finished, he nuzzled his face into his lover's side, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist. Casey held him closer, lifting him into his lap. "Thanks for coming. Especially at 9 p.m. on Christmas Eve," he said softly. He kissed the top of his head, "Anything for you." He sighs. "Besides," he continues, "my dad's on a business trip, and Angel's with my aunt. I get to stay with you the rest of Winter break." He smiled weakly, his eyes sleep deprived, "That's awesome."

         He starts shaking. He might not realize it, but Casey can see it clearly. "Are you okay?" he asks worriedly. He nods, but he doesn't believe him. "Liar," he mutters under his breath. He acts quickly to put him in bed as he trembles harder. He holds him close, as if he'd die if he ever let go. "Y-You don't have to stay you know," he whispered, his cheeks heating up. He held him closer. "Of course I do. It's Christmas Eve and you're sick. There's no way I'm leaving you," he said softly with a smile. He hugged him back. His grip was weak, but so was the rest of him. "Thank you," he whispered back.

        He was worried. He'd never been this sick before. At least, not that he knew of. He figured he'd ask one of his brothers tomorrow. For the mean time, he just left it alone. They both needed rest.

        He shivered with the sudden chill radiating off Raph's skin. Which was surprising, seeming how hot his forehead is. He also noticed his cheeks were red, and his started to be as well. They've never slept in the same bed as each other before. Raph always had 3 brothers to share a room with, which changed when they turned 10, as so he was told.

        When he looked down at Raph, he found he was already asleep. He chuckled softly, kissing the top of his head. He gets up for a brief second to turn the lights off, then gets back into bed, keeping him close. But before sleep could fully take over him, he muttered softly, "I love Christmas Eve."