[FIC]~STAY WITH ME~
Title: Stay With Me
Couple: DaiMao (Watanabe Daisuke x Hamao Kyousuke)
Genre: Fluffy/Cute
Word Count: a little over 2800 words (not too bad, but it was supposed to be shorter, oh well LOL)
Summary:
Mao thinks his date with Daisuke is completely ruined when he wakes up extremely sick one morning, but when his older lover shows up at his door, well, you guess what happens next.
Not a Christmas theme, but hopefully still cute and sweet. Hope you guys like it ^_^
Miserable...
So completely miserable....
He has never felt so sick in his life. Every nerve, every muscle, every pore in his body tingling with aches and pains, he never knew he could feel, in places he never knew existed. His mouth was dry, but his body was no short of water as he continued to sweat the high fever away, so his hair was so soaked with his
His forehead was on fire, but his body shook with chills, and no matter how many times he tossed and turned in his normally warm, cozy bed, he could never get comfortable enough to fall asleep.
And when he finally had the right position (where his whole body didn't scream at him to move or he would face extreme pain), his body would jerk with dry, empty coughs so hard that his bed would shake, causing his furry companion, Roku, to jump off his bed, not before glaring at the boy who disturbed his sleep, and headed into the next room.
Mao rolled over and stared at his pasty white ceiling, wallowing in his misery.
An hour before his mother had been doting on him, frantically checking his temperature, while he snapped at her to stop. He was an adult, he didn’t need to be taken care of.
He told his mother that he was fine, that it was just a quick flu, and insisted that she go on her daily errands without worrying. She left reluctantly, saying she would be back in a couple of hours to fix him some soup and that he should take some medicine (to which he once again snuffed that ’he wasn’t a child anymore’) and left.
After going back to sleep, hoping resting a little while longer would help him feel better, he woke up even worse. His fever had increased, and his body was so heavy he could barely lift his head. His favorite pajamas soaked with his fever induced sweat.
He just had to be sick today…of all days….
Today was important, he couldn’t possibility be sick on this day.
Loud beeping from his cell phone distracted him. His aching arms reached the annoying device, his dizzy vision looked at the small screen, which told him he had an email. But he knew who it would be from.
Dai-chan.
Probably wondering where he was…
Mao huffed, setting the cell phone back on his nightstand, bringing his hands up to rub his eyes in annoyance.
This was a special day for him and his older lover. It was their three year anniversary and they had planned to spend the entire day together. With no interviews, no photo shoots, no movies, or stage plays. Just them…
But he would have to ruin it….
Mao sighed sadly. He knew he should just email his lover back and tell him that he was too sick to go and that they would have to do it another night.
But he knew that night might not come for another week or two or three. With their schedules as busy they were.
No…he wouldn’t let this cold ruin his only chance to see his older lover after months of being apart (since their schedules after kept them busy and, often times, apart for weeks).
He forced his body to move, he lifted his body off of the bed, sitting upright with his back hunched. The second that he lifted his head, he fell to the side, his body unable to stand up long enough to even leave the bed.
Mao moaned in frustration.
There was no way. Normally, it would take him 30 minutest to get to the bus station, which would then take him to the shopping center where he and Daisuke were supposed to meet. All together, it would take him about 45 minutes.
But with his weak body, it would probably take him 30 minutes just to get a decent shirt on. And probably another an hour to reach the shopping center in time to meet his boyfriend. Not to mention the fact that he was already late to begin with.
However, this sudden urge to see his lover shoot through him like a bullet. And it didn’t matter what his body said, he had to see Dai-chan, even if it killed him.
Determined, he lifted his body up once more, this time, he was able to also lift his legs, pulling them out of the silky covers that had once wrapped around him like a second skin, and letting his feet touch the soft carpet below. He stood up slowly, ignoring the sudden wave of dizziness that hit him or that the fact the world seemed to spin counter clockwise despite his rapid blinking.
Soon he stood tall after gaining his balance completely.
Yatta!
Smiling at his victory, he went to take a step forward, only find himself face planted on to his bedroom floor.
Itai…
He moaned loudly in pain, his eyes burning, and knowing his forehead was probably turning bright red already, just like his cheeks were already.
Perfect. Now he was stuck on the floor.
But he wasn’t going to give up yet.
Gathering up his last bit of strength he had, he got up off the floor and sluggishly walked to his closet. After on putting a nice shirt and jeans (he had quite a bit of trouble with the jeans), he moved slowly down the hall, across the living room, and to the front door.
He breathed loudly, already out of so breath, he had to take a few minutes before he passed out from lack of oxygen. After gaining his wits once again, he bent over to put on his shoes slowly like a three-year-old who had just learned to tie his laces. He then flew open the door, with his head down, determined to make it to the street to the bus station, without face-planting again. Because, this time, it would be on the cold, unforgiving cement.
Mao winced at the image and surged forward, thinking it would be better to hurry before the wave of dizziness hit in again.
Instead, he was met with a solid, warm object, knocking him and the object off of their own feet and down the front steps. Mao landed on top of that said object, unable to move, his energy that he had saved up to get out of the door was completely gone. Instead of getting up to see if that person that he completely crushed was alright, he settled his head onto the firm but warm chest, suddenly feeling a sense of calmness and security. He sighed into the strong arms that had circled his waist that had protected him from hitting the solid ground a few seconds before.
Completely exhausted, he blacked out for a few seconds, only to wake up with the feeling of being carried.
Feeling slightly nauseated the swaying motion, he looked up to tell the person holding him to stop, until he saw who it was that was carrying him.
“Geez, Mao you’re heavier than you look.”
Mao’s eyes widen to see his older lover staring down at him, as he half carried him back to his room. Despite his blurred vision, he blushed a deep red (if that were possible at that moment with his over-heated face) at how handsome the man looked. His chiseled chin and long, chestnut hair and deep brown eyes, wearing a grey, long-sleeved shirt, cut low in the front, and dark blue jeans, the man was gorgeous as usual.
And dang it, he looked horrible…
His clothes all out of place, his sweaty hair was matted, his skin clammy, his face bright red, he was a complete disaster.
(Though he didn’t know that Daisuke had thought that his dishevel-ness was the cutest thing and that Mao would also look cute no matter what he did. If the man wasn’t slightly angry at the time, he might have actually voiced those thoughts)
Mao moaned for the fifth time that morning. As if he couldn’t be any more miserable, for Daisuke to see him like this, sick as a dog, and as weak as child…
Almost motherly, Daisuke helped Mao put new pajamas back on, to which Mao blushed shyly, despite the fact that Daisuke had seen him Mao naked multiple times.
Normally, Daisuke would have teased Mao about it, but he didn’t. So Mao knew something must be up.
Why is he so angry?
The man brought him over to his bed, sitting him there gently, and then pushing back into his cozy bed, pulling the covers over the sick boy.
By this time, Mao gained his senses back.
“What…what are you doing here?” Mao choked, though not meaning to sound as rude as it did.
“Your mother called me. She told me you were really sick and that to make sure you didn’t push yourself too hard,” Daisuke said, as he tucked the boy in, “I’m just wondering why you didn’t tell me you weren’t feeling well.”
Oh so that’s how he---wait…
How did his mother have Daisuke’s number?!
Okay, maybe that wasn’t THAT important, but he would make sure to find out later.
“I’m fine,” he replied hoarsely, of course, only to have his body succumb to the itching in his throat and began to cough violently, bringing his hand up to stifle them.
He ended up turning into his pillow, to keep Daisuke from seeing his obvious pain.
Well, THAT was convincing…
“Yea you sound perfectly fine to me,” Daisuke said sarcastically, “now why didn’t you just tell me you weren’t feeling well?”
Mao suddenly felt very low at hearing the obvious concern and intense worry in the normally cheerful, easy-going man’s voice.
He had expected the man to make a joke of it, but this time of tone really shocked him.
“I’m sorry…*cough* We had everything *cough* planned I just wanted--” Mao burst into coughs again.
“So you wanted to continue to go on like this?” Daisuke said, sounding more angry than amused, “if I hadn’t come here, your mother or your bother would have found you passed out on the cement stairs, and you’re worried about our date?”
Mao pulled the blanket above his head childishly to hide his embarrassment.
Daisuke signed, running his hand through hair as he stared in Mao’s watery eyes.
“Mao, you could have just told me,” the older man said, putting a hand against boy’s steaming forehead, “Oi, you’re burning up! You can barely speak and you can‘t even stand up, how did you expect to meet me there?”
“But..” Mao countered meekly, coughing erupting again
He just wanted to see him…that as all that mattered…
“If you had hurt yourself, coming to see me, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself,” Daisuke spoke very seriously, his eyes burning into Mao’s own chocolate eyes.
Mao was quite surprised by this, since Daisuke wasn’t the serious type. But to see Daisuke this worried about him made him feel as high as kite…but also as low as dirt, for worrying the older man.
Nevertheless…he still wanted to see him.
Any moment with Daisuke would have made him feel better. It didn’t matter how far he would have had to walked to meet up with him, he wanted to. No matter how miserable he felt, the older man would somehow, always lift his spirits and make him feel happy, content, comforted, protected…
So forgive him for sounding so needy at that moment. So forgive him if he felt the need to see the man who made his heart fly, with his beautiful smile and contagious laugh.
“I just wanted to see you…is all,” he said shyly, blushing cutely.
He usually wasn’t very good at expressing his deepest feelings without blushing and stuttering nervously. Daisuke was usually better at saying how he felt about things (or well, about anything in general), but usually it was made out as more of joke, but Mao knew that he meant it when he said he loved him.
Daisuke sighed again, bringing his hand up to stroke the boy’s wet hair, running his long fingers through the thick brown strands. Mao unconsciously leaned into that touch, thankful that Daisuke didn’t look as angry anymore.
To tell the truth, the older man was beaming with happiness on the inside.
“Well, next time just tell me okay?” the older said, waiting for Mao to nod in respond.
Daisuke smiled his normal, cheeky grin, and got up from Mao’s side, heading towards the door.
“Well, I’m going to go get some medicine and some soup.”
Mao pouted, “I don’t need *cough* to be taken care of…I’m not a *cough* a child.”
Why couldn’t people see that he could take care of himself? He was an adult now for goodness sake.
“Apparently so, when you can‘t even get out off bed. Sounds like you need to be taken care of to me,” Daisuke joked, beaming at the thought of taking care of his adorable lover, putting a extra bounce in the 29-year-old’s usual step.
Mao shook his head.
“Just don’t burn down the kitchen!”
Daisuke just laughed, walking out the door.
And Mao smiled for the first time that day.
Just by his presence, the man made him feel so much better, like he could take on anything. If this is what it means to fall head over heels in love, and then consider him one hundred feet under.
****
After a bowl of hot soup (that tasted surprisingly good) and some cough medicine (which tasted absolutely disgusting), Mao curled to side, his eyes falling close, but he forced them open. Not wanting them to leave the man who sat across from him.
“You should get some rest,” Daisuke said softly, taking that as his sign to leave.
Suddenly the older man felt his arm being grabbed, looking down he saw his cute lover, staring at him with eyes that said:
Please stay with me.
Daisuke smiled, thinking about how cute this boy, no, this man, was, even if Mao refused to see it. It was probably the fever and the drowsy medicine talking, since Mao hated to appear childish, even though Daisuke would never consider Mao a child, even when they had met. Since Mao was very mature for his age…but to see that sign of weakness was quite unusual.
But with those large, feverish eyes, how could he possibly refuse such an offer?
He sat back down on the bed, watching the fevered boy, blush and smile.
Mao curled on his side, closing his eyes tiredly. When he was almost about to fall asleep, when a series of chills went through him, making his teeth chatter.
That was until he felt the bed sink on the left side, his eyes widen. He turned to his left, looking to see Daisuke had snuck around onto the bed beside him, his arms snuck around Mao’s waist as he did so.
“Wha--”
“You looked cold, I thought I’d keep you warm,” the long-haired man said.
“But I’m disgusting and sweaty.”
“I think you look fantastic.”
Mao rolled his eyes at the man‘s attempt at a humor.
“But you’ll get sick.”
“I don’t care.”
“Then don’t blame me when you do.”
“Well then, you’ll take care of me, won’t you?”
“….Maybe.”
“How cruel.”
The younger man giggled, as he felt his lover’s hand run up and down his arm in a comforting motion. The man’s soft lips trailing down his neck tenderly, his nose tingling the back of Mao’s head, his hair still wet from sweat. His left arm wrapped around Mao’s waist reached up to grabbed Mao’s own, grasping it, bringing the sickly boy’s back closer to his warm chest.
“Dai-chan?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry *cough cough* I ruined our date.”
Cool lips kissed him gently on cheek.
“Baka. You didn’t ruin anything. There are always more dates. Besides, I got what I wanted, I’m right where I want to be, with you.”
“How romantically cheesy.”
“I thought so too.”
Mao smiled, sighing contently.
Okay, so the day didn’t end as badly as he thought it would.
Actually, it couldn’t have turned out any better…
As he drifted off to sleep, along side his lover, extremely happy and content, he forgot about everything.
His sickness forgotten.
His mother coming home soon from shopping or his brother from work was completely ignored.
All that mattered was man who held him close, his arms healing his aches and pains without any effort.
Yes, that’s all that mattered.
THE END
***
Short and sweet XDD
Wow, this did not turn out the way I wanted either. Ugh why does my Daimao stories end up having a similar theme? LOL
I was going to make it a more Christmasy theme, but decided against it. Oh well ^^ I hope everyone likes it. I think it's alot better than the first one I wrote. It actually flows alot better than the first, so I hope it's to everyone's liking.
And sorry anncho*hugs* I'm halfway done with your jealousy fic! But I didn't like the way it had turned out (cause I don't think that's what you had in mind), so I'm going to start over from scratch. But it'll be done soon *bows*
And sorry I haven't replied to everyone's comments yet, I will reply to everyone tonight after work! *hugs*
As usual constructive critism is always welcome! And thanks for reading!
Couple: DaiMao (Watanabe Daisuke x Hamao Kyousuke)
Genre: Fluffy/Cute
Word Count: a little over 2800 words (not too bad, but it was supposed to be shorter, oh well LOL)
Summary:
Mao thinks his date with Daisuke is completely ruined when he wakes up extremely sick one morning, but when his older lover shows up at his door, well, you guess what happens next.
Not a Christmas theme, but hopefully still cute and sweet. Hope you guys like it ^_^
Miserable...
So completely miserable....
He has never felt so sick in his life. Every nerve, every muscle, every pore in his body tingling with aches and pains, he never knew he could feel, in places he never knew existed. His mouth was dry, but his body was no short of water as he continued to sweat the high fever away, so his hair was so soaked with his
His forehead was on fire, but his body shook with chills, and no matter how many times he tossed and turned in his normally warm, cozy bed, he could never get comfortable enough to fall asleep.
And when he finally had the right position (where his whole body didn't scream at him to move or he would face extreme pain), his body would jerk with dry, empty coughs so hard that his bed would shake, causing his furry companion, Roku, to jump off his bed, not before glaring at the boy who disturbed his sleep, and headed into the next room.
Mao rolled over and stared at his pasty white ceiling, wallowing in his misery.
An hour before his mother had been doting on him, frantically checking his temperature, while he snapped at her to stop. He was an adult, he didn’t need to be taken care of.
He told his mother that he was fine, that it was just a quick flu, and insisted that she go on her daily errands without worrying. She left reluctantly, saying she would be back in a couple of hours to fix him some soup and that he should take some medicine (to which he once again snuffed that ’he wasn’t a child anymore’) and left.
After going back to sleep, hoping resting a little while longer would help him feel better, he woke up even worse. His fever had increased, and his body was so heavy he could barely lift his head. His favorite pajamas soaked with his fever induced sweat.
He just had to be sick today…of all days….
Today was important, he couldn’t possibility be sick on this day.
Loud beeping from his cell phone distracted him. His aching arms reached the annoying device, his dizzy vision looked at the small screen, which told him he had an email. But he knew who it would be from.
Dai-chan.
Probably wondering where he was…
Mao huffed, setting the cell phone back on his nightstand, bringing his hands up to rub his eyes in annoyance.
This was a special day for him and his older lover. It was their three year anniversary and they had planned to spend the entire day together. With no interviews, no photo shoots, no movies, or stage plays. Just them…
But he would have to ruin it….
Mao sighed sadly. He knew he should just email his lover back and tell him that he was too sick to go and that they would have to do it another night.
But he knew that night might not come for another week or two or three. With their schedules as busy they were.
No…he wouldn’t let this cold ruin his only chance to see his older lover after months of being apart (since their schedules after kept them busy and, often times, apart for weeks).
He forced his body to move, he lifted his body off of the bed, sitting upright with his back hunched. The second that he lifted his head, he fell to the side, his body unable to stand up long enough to even leave the bed.
Mao moaned in frustration.
There was no way. Normally, it would take him 30 minutest to get to the bus station, which would then take him to the shopping center where he and Daisuke were supposed to meet. All together, it would take him about 45 minutes.
But with his weak body, it would probably take him 30 minutes just to get a decent shirt on. And probably another an hour to reach the shopping center in time to meet his boyfriend. Not to mention the fact that he was already late to begin with.
However, this sudden urge to see his lover shoot through him like a bullet. And it didn’t matter what his body said, he had to see Dai-chan, even if it killed him.
Determined, he lifted his body up once more, this time, he was able to also lift his legs, pulling them out of the silky covers that had once wrapped around him like a second skin, and letting his feet touch the soft carpet below. He stood up slowly, ignoring the sudden wave of dizziness that hit him or that the fact the world seemed to spin counter clockwise despite his rapid blinking.
Soon he stood tall after gaining his balance completely.
Yatta!
Smiling at his victory, he went to take a step forward, only find himself face planted on to his bedroom floor.
Itai…
He moaned loudly in pain, his eyes burning, and knowing his forehead was probably turning bright red already, just like his cheeks were already.
Perfect. Now he was stuck on the floor.
But he wasn’t going to give up yet.
Gathering up his last bit of strength he had, he got up off the floor and sluggishly walked to his closet. After on putting a nice shirt and jeans (he had quite a bit of trouble with the jeans), he moved slowly down the hall, across the living room, and to the front door.
He breathed loudly, already out of so breath, he had to take a few minutes before he passed out from lack of oxygen. After gaining his wits once again, he bent over to put on his shoes slowly like a three-year-old who had just learned to tie his laces. He then flew open the door, with his head down, determined to make it to the street to the bus station, without face-planting again. Because, this time, it would be on the cold, unforgiving cement.
Mao winced at the image and surged forward, thinking it would be better to hurry before the wave of dizziness hit in again.
Instead, he was met with a solid, warm object, knocking him and the object off of their own feet and down the front steps. Mao landed on top of that said object, unable to move, his energy that he had saved up to get out of the door was completely gone. Instead of getting up to see if that person that he completely crushed was alright, he settled his head onto the firm but warm chest, suddenly feeling a sense of calmness and security. He sighed into the strong arms that had circled his waist that had protected him from hitting the solid ground a few seconds before.
Completely exhausted, he blacked out for a few seconds, only to wake up with the feeling of being carried.
Feeling slightly nauseated the swaying motion, he looked up to tell the person holding him to stop, until he saw who it was that was carrying him.
“Geez, Mao you’re heavier than you look.”
Mao’s eyes widen to see his older lover staring down at him, as he half carried him back to his room. Despite his blurred vision, he blushed a deep red (if that were possible at that moment with his over-heated face) at how handsome the man looked. His chiseled chin and long, chestnut hair and deep brown eyes, wearing a grey, long-sleeved shirt, cut low in the front, and dark blue jeans, the man was gorgeous as usual.
And dang it, he looked horrible…
His clothes all out of place, his sweaty hair was matted, his skin clammy, his face bright red, he was a complete disaster.
(Though he didn’t know that Daisuke had thought that his dishevel-ness was the cutest thing and that Mao would also look cute no matter what he did. If the man wasn’t slightly angry at the time, he might have actually voiced those thoughts)
Mao moaned for the fifth time that morning. As if he couldn’t be any more miserable, for Daisuke to see him like this, sick as a dog, and as weak as child…
Almost motherly, Daisuke helped Mao put new pajamas back on, to which Mao blushed shyly, despite the fact that Daisuke had seen him Mao naked multiple times.
Normally, Daisuke would have teased Mao about it, but he didn’t. So Mao knew something must be up.
Why is he so angry?
The man brought him over to his bed, sitting him there gently, and then pushing back into his cozy bed, pulling the covers over the sick boy.
By this time, Mao gained his senses back.
“What…what are you doing here?” Mao choked, though not meaning to sound as rude as it did.
“Your mother called me. She told me you were really sick and that to make sure you didn’t push yourself too hard,” Daisuke said, as he tucked the boy in, “I’m just wondering why you didn’t tell me you weren’t feeling well.”
Oh so that’s how he---wait…
How did his mother have Daisuke’s number?!
Okay, maybe that wasn’t THAT important, but he would make sure to find out later.
“I’m fine,” he replied hoarsely, of course, only to have his body succumb to the itching in his throat and began to cough violently, bringing his hand up to stifle them.
He ended up turning into his pillow, to keep Daisuke from seeing his obvious pain.
Well, THAT was convincing…
“Yea you sound perfectly fine to me,” Daisuke said sarcastically, “now why didn’t you just tell me you weren’t feeling well?”
Mao suddenly felt very low at hearing the obvious concern and intense worry in the normally cheerful, easy-going man’s voice.
He had expected the man to make a joke of it, but this time of tone really shocked him.
“I’m sorry…*cough* We had everything *cough* planned I just wanted--” Mao burst into coughs again.
“So you wanted to continue to go on like this?” Daisuke said, sounding more angry than amused, “if I hadn’t come here, your mother or your bother would have found you passed out on the cement stairs, and you’re worried about our date?”
Mao pulled the blanket above his head childishly to hide his embarrassment.
Daisuke signed, running his hand through hair as he stared in Mao’s watery eyes.
“Mao, you could have just told me,” the older man said, putting a hand against boy’s steaming forehead, “Oi, you’re burning up! You can barely speak and you can‘t even stand up, how did you expect to meet me there?”
“But..” Mao countered meekly, coughing erupting again
He just wanted to see him…that as all that mattered…
“If you had hurt yourself, coming to see me, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself,” Daisuke spoke very seriously, his eyes burning into Mao’s own chocolate eyes.
Mao was quite surprised by this, since Daisuke wasn’t the serious type. But to see Daisuke this worried about him made him feel as high as kite…but also as low as dirt, for worrying the older man.
Nevertheless…he still wanted to see him.
Any moment with Daisuke would have made him feel better. It didn’t matter how far he would have had to walked to meet up with him, he wanted to. No matter how miserable he felt, the older man would somehow, always lift his spirits and make him feel happy, content, comforted, protected…
So forgive him for sounding so needy at that moment. So forgive him if he felt the need to see the man who made his heart fly, with his beautiful smile and contagious laugh.
“I just wanted to see you…is all,” he said shyly, blushing cutely.
He usually wasn’t very good at expressing his deepest feelings without blushing and stuttering nervously. Daisuke was usually better at saying how he felt about things (or well, about anything in general), but usually it was made out as more of joke, but Mao knew that he meant it when he said he loved him.
Daisuke sighed again, bringing his hand up to stroke the boy’s wet hair, running his long fingers through the thick brown strands. Mao unconsciously leaned into that touch, thankful that Daisuke didn’t look as angry anymore.
To tell the truth, the older man was beaming with happiness on the inside.
“Well, next time just tell me okay?” the older said, waiting for Mao to nod in respond.
Daisuke smiled his normal, cheeky grin, and got up from Mao’s side, heading towards the door.
“Well, I’m going to go get some medicine and some soup.”
Mao pouted, “I don’t need *cough* to be taken care of…I’m not a *cough* a child.”
Why couldn’t people see that he could take care of himself? He was an adult now for goodness sake.
“Apparently so, when you can‘t even get out off bed. Sounds like you need to be taken care of to me,” Daisuke joked, beaming at the thought of taking care of his adorable lover, putting a extra bounce in the 29-year-old’s usual step.
Mao shook his head.
“Just don’t burn down the kitchen!”
Daisuke just laughed, walking out the door.
And Mao smiled for the first time that day.
Just by his presence, the man made him feel so much better, like he could take on anything. If this is what it means to fall head over heels in love, and then consider him one hundred feet under.
****
After a bowl of hot soup (that tasted surprisingly good) and some cough medicine (which tasted absolutely disgusting), Mao curled to side, his eyes falling close, but he forced them open. Not wanting them to leave the man who sat across from him.
“You should get some rest,” Daisuke said softly, taking that as his sign to leave.
Suddenly the older man felt his arm being grabbed, looking down he saw his cute lover, staring at him with eyes that said:
Please stay with me.
Daisuke smiled, thinking about how cute this boy, no, this man, was, even if Mao refused to see it. It was probably the fever and the drowsy medicine talking, since Mao hated to appear childish, even though Daisuke would never consider Mao a child, even when they had met. Since Mao was very mature for his age…but to see that sign of weakness was quite unusual.
But with those large, feverish eyes, how could he possibly refuse such an offer?
He sat back down on the bed, watching the fevered boy, blush and smile.
Mao curled on his side, closing his eyes tiredly. When he was almost about to fall asleep, when a series of chills went through him, making his teeth chatter.
That was until he felt the bed sink on the left side, his eyes widen. He turned to his left, looking to see Daisuke had snuck around onto the bed beside him, his arms snuck around Mao’s waist as he did so.
“Wha--”
“You looked cold, I thought I’d keep you warm,” the long-haired man said.
“But I’m disgusting and sweaty.”
“I think you look fantastic.”
Mao rolled his eyes at the man‘s attempt at a humor.
“But you’ll get sick.”
“I don’t care.”
“Then don’t blame me when you do.”
“Well then, you’ll take care of me, won’t you?”
“….Maybe.”
“How cruel.”
The younger man giggled, as he felt his lover’s hand run up and down his arm in a comforting motion. The man’s soft lips trailing down his neck tenderly, his nose tingling the back of Mao’s head, his hair still wet from sweat. His left arm wrapped around Mao’s waist reached up to grabbed Mao’s own, grasping it, bringing the sickly boy’s back closer to his warm chest.
“Dai-chan?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry *cough cough* I ruined our date.”
Cool lips kissed him gently on cheek.
“Baka. You didn’t ruin anything. There are always more dates. Besides, I got what I wanted, I’m right where I want to be, with you.”
“How romantically cheesy.”
“I thought so too.”
Mao smiled, sighing contently.
Okay, so the day didn’t end as badly as he thought it would.
Actually, it couldn’t have turned out any better…
As he drifted off to sleep, along side his lover, extremely happy and content, he forgot about everything.
His sickness forgotten.
His mother coming home soon from shopping or his brother from work was completely ignored.
All that mattered was man who held him close, his arms healing his aches and pains without any effort.
Yes, that’s all that mattered.
THE END
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Short and sweet XDD
Wow, this did not turn out the way I wanted either. Ugh why does my Daimao stories end up having a similar theme? LOL
I was going to make it a more Christmasy theme, but decided against it. Oh well ^^ I hope everyone likes it. I think it's alot better than the first one I wrote. It actually flows alot better than the first, so I hope it's to everyone's liking.
And sorry anncho*hugs* I'm halfway done with your jealousy fic! But I didn't like the way it had turned out (cause I don't think that's what you had in mind), so I'm going to start over from scratch. But it'll be done soon *bows*
And sorry I haven't replied to everyone's comments yet, I will reply to everyone tonight after work! *hugs*
As usual constructive critism is always welcome! And thanks for reading!