[The bedroom was empty when Tim opened the door, which was deeply confusing until he heard Majima's sleepy, kind of rough voice from the couch. When he turned, his boyfriend was wrapped up in blankets, one of Tim's shirts draped over his shoulders, buttoned up wrong. It was like he'd tried to get dressed in the dark, or like he'd tried to do up the shirt but mis-matched the buttons with the holes. He had the skin of sallow, sickly complexion that, well... someone who was actually sick would have. Even though he looked happy to see his cowboy, he just didn't look very good himself.]
Oooooh, you're actually sick.
[God, Tim, you dumbass. When he said he was feeling under the weather, he meant that he was feeling under the weather, not that he was coyly suggesting a round in the sack. Tim felt his face go hot in record time, and he crossed over to his sick boyfriend to get a better look at him and try to distract from his own embarrassment by, like, not being a terrible boyfriend.]
Are you okay? Do you need me to get some medicine or something? Oh my god, I didn't bring medicine, I brought freaking lube, I'm an idiot--
[Good job, Tim, you are the number one idiot, it is you. Tim put his hands against Majima's cheeks, then over his forehead, feeling for a fever.]
You're kinda warm. [Majima's arms were open as though for an embrace, though, and Tim absolutely couldn't refuse him. He sat down on the edge of the couch and pulled him in so that he could have as much hug as he wanted from his beefy cowboy. And, hey, plenty of tit spilling out of that dress for him to put his head on.] I think you have a fever? Are you cold? Do you want something to drink?
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Date: 2020-01-16 04:52 am (UTC)Oooooh, you're actually sick.
[God, Tim, you dumbass. When he said he was feeling under the weather, he meant that he was feeling under the weather, not that he was coyly suggesting a round in the sack. Tim felt his face go hot in record time, and he crossed over to his sick boyfriend to get a better look at him and try to distract from his own embarrassment by, like, not being a terrible boyfriend.]
Are you okay? Do you need me to get some medicine or something? Oh my god, I didn't bring medicine, I brought freaking lube, I'm an idiot--
[Good job, Tim, you are the number one idiot, it is you. Tim put his hands against Majima's cheeks, then over his forehead, feeling for a fever.]
You're kinda warm. [Majima's arms were open as though for an embrace, though, and Tim absolutely couldn't refuse him. He sat down on the edge of the couch and pulled him in so that he could have as much hug as he wanted from his beefy cowboy. And, hey, plenty of tit spilling out of that dress for him to put his head on.] I think you have a fever? Are you cold? Do you want something to drink?