I have truly been blessed. 

Grim had to fight to keep his expression blank as he tugged down his pants, intent on changing before his match. 

They were actually supposed to team up again, but he refused to allow Ian to even think about it. The guy had gotten substantially worse over the past few days and, after an at-home test, had been diagnosed with the flu. 

You're sicker than a dog, yet you still have time to ogle my body. 

A quiet, phlegmy cough answered his silent words, making him quickly tug on his shorts, then walk over to check Ian's temperature again. 

The thermometer told him what he could already tell by just touching the guy's forehead. His fever wasn't subsiding. 

He'd given Ian his bed without really thinking about it, and even though he could have just gone into the other room to sleep in his, for the past few nights he'd just slept on the floor nearby. 

Thankfully, Ian was able to keep down chicken broth and water, as well as any medication he took, so he wasn't worried that much. 

He was a little worried about the guy's train of thought, though...

Thinking about sucking someone off should not be your first priority when sick! 

Hopefully it was only temporary, because while he'd switched half of his gym classes to video ones on the computer so that he could stay home more and look after Ian, it was a bit hard to teach workouts while getting snippets of all the things Ian wanted to do to his junk! 

The guy had even thought about asking him if he could still give him a blow job, even though he could barely lift his head off the pillow! 

Needless to say, Grim sent him a glare before the words could even leave his mouth, silencing any further thoughts of such things... for at least an hour. 

Turning around, he knew that he'd find Ian's eyes closed, even though he knew that the guy was staring at him just seconds ago. 

It's a good thing Ammo seems to be doing okay with Harrison, but you...

"I'm going to start changing in the other room. You're constant blushing can't be helping your fever," he said, making Ian immediately open his watery eyes. 

How are you crying that quickly?!

Pointing at the man staring up at him from his bed, Grim was about to darken his tone and tell him to cool off, but the guy suddenly looked like a terrified kitten, hiding partially beneath his blankets as he looked up at him with damp eyes and overheated cheeks. 

He... couldn't yell at that face. 

So, instead, he gave out a big sigh and stomped off to the bathroom to dampen a few washcloths. When he walked back into the room, Ian was already in position. That is, he had nudged the blanket down to his waist and was now lying on his belly with his head turned away. 

Whenever he got sick, evidently his back sweat the most out of anywhere. And, since he was usually lying on it, it made for quite an uncomfortable situation. 

Moving over him to straddle his waist, Grim got busy wiping down his back. He could see Ian glancing at him out of the corner of his eye with his sweaty hair clinging to his forehead. 

Scowling, Grim reached up with his free hand and squeezed Ian's warm nose. 

"You trying to act cute or something while drenched in sweat?" he chastised as he tugged his nose a little, but made sure not to squeeze much or risk blocking it in case Ian could still breathe through it right then. 

With the guy's eyes all watery and his skin so flushed, it almost looked like when he'd given him that twenty minute blow job a few days ago. 

Suddenly feeling his body try to respond to the idea of a possible second one from an overheated mouth, Grim promptly shoved one of his cold wash cloths over Ian's face as he quickly scrubbed his back with the other. 

"Behave, you little shit. You're not going to get better if you don't rest," he said, even though Ian hadn't even spoken or really done anything besides look up at him. 

Realizing that he'd just let himself get frustrated for no clear reason, since Ian didn't know that he could sometimes catch his thoughts, Grim felt his own face warm as he finished wiping the guy's body off, then got off him to go rinse the cloths and start a load of laundry. 

By the time he came back with a warm bowl of chicken broth, Ian was out cold, snoring quietly as he hugged one of Grim's extra pillows to his chest. 

Look at you, all snuggled up on another man's bed. 

It would be so easy for someone to take advantage of him...

I bet he'd beg me to take advantage of him, he thought dryly as he dropped into his computer chair and got his game set up. 

He was just loading into the voice chat, his mic on mute, when he heard Ian start to cough. 

Grim ignored it for a few moments, used to the sound by now, but when it began to sound strained and raspy, he hesitated turning on his camera, and instead got up and went to check on him. 

Settling on the edge of the bed, he carefully helped the guy sit up against the stack of pillows, then tried to get him to take a few sips of water. 

Unfortunately, Ian couldn't seem to stop coughing long enough to swallow a single drop. 

"Now's not the time to spit, babe," he joked, trying to get a response from Ian. 

It didn't work. 

The guy just kept hacking, and after a few more moments, a light dusting of red began to dot his bare chest. 

Oh hell no!

Grim quickly jumped back up and typed out a message to the MC for their match telling him that they would have to reschedule due to an emergency. He then dropped out of the voice chat before running into the other room. 

He returned a minute later with his keys, wallet, and shoes on. 

"Alright babe, we're going out," he said as he quickly but carefully got Ian sitting up and to the edge of the bed and adjusted his shorts on his hips. 

The man just-barely managed to stay upright long enough for Grim to slip some shoes on his feet. 

"Alright, I'm gonna pick you up, okay? I just need you to wrap your arms and legs around me, alright? I'm giving you permission, so you better take advantage," he told him as he waited for Ian to catch his breath a little, then knelt in front of him and carefully lifted the man up as he straightened. 

Thankfully, Ian was able to wrap him up in a tight sweaty hug, allowing Grim the use of one hand as he got them out the door and safely into his car. 

He made sure to lean Ian's seat back a little to help try to calm his coughs a bit and be more comfortable, then slid in on the driver's side. 

"Just try to relax, babe. We'll be at the doctor's in a few minutes." 

He'd thought about going to the hospital, but while Ian was coughing up blood, that was a common side affect when you've had the flu for a while. 

Thankfully, the urgent care clinic was close to his house and they were there soon enough. 

Ian managed to hold onto him again after he undid his seatbelt, allowing Grim to carry him inside and set him down in a chair. 

He then went to retrieve the paperwork he needed to fill out, and without hesitation, and to not waste time about getting the guy what he needed, he checked the relation box for husband, then filled out the remainder of Ian's personal information from memory. 

Once that was done and turned in, he settled in the chair next to Ian and finally managed to get him to take a few sips of water from the paper cup he'd had a worker fill while they waited. 

The office was thankfully not that busy and they were seen within fifteen minutes. Ian even managed to walk to the examination room with Grim's help, then was lifted up onto the little table. 

Their doctor was a young woman and as soon as she stepped inside they got straight to business. She checked all of Ian's vitals, gave him another flu test, and checked with Grim concerning what medications he'd already tried, as well as what food he'd been able to keep down. 

The list wasn't very long, but it gave her enough to go by. 

Soon they had a prescription that the pharmacy next door was already working on filling, as well as some extra information on how to handle Ian's symptoms. 

They also gave him some fluids through an I.V. and a stronger decongestant, since Grim hadn't given him any medication for a bit and he was due for another dose. 

Both seemed to help him quite a bit, because once they picked up his meds and got back home, his nose was running a good bit but he was able to stand on his own and walk with minimal help. 

The doctor had suggested trying food again if he was feeling better, so Grim got him a bowl of chicken broth, but left in a few of the cooked carrots and noodles from the original soup he'd made. 

Ian managed to take his new meds and eat it all, and while he was clearly still hungry, his stomach was just-barely keeping the food down, so Grim had to promise him more later and get him back to bed after changing the sheets. 

By ten o'clock Ian was out cold, looking a lot better and with, at least, a lower fever than before. 

Dropping back down into his gaming chair, Grim heaved an exhausted sigh and moved his mouse to wake up his computer screen. 

After a quick email check, he saw that his match was rescheduled for tomorrow evening, which worked out fine. There would also be no penalty because he rarely canceled and an emergency was an emergency. 

If he canceled again so soon, however, there might be an issue. 

Looking over his shoulder, he huffed out a breath. 

Hugging one of my pillows again. 

Turning his attention back to his screen, he reached over and dimmed the one light he'd turned on, then got busy farming up some items he needed to craft with. 

He took his time making sure that they had everything they'd need for their next few matches, though he doubted he would let Ian play in their rescheduled one tomorrow. 

He was a bit worried that Ian might be penalized, though, since he had some issues the other day. Just in case, he scanned the doctor's note he'd requested and emailed it to the person handling their contracts, just in case, so that the game organizers at least knew that he really was very sick right now and wasn't just playing hooky. 

Once done, he leaned back and rubbed at his face as images of a certain shower scene came into view behind his eyes. 

Grim immediately shook the thoughts from his mind, then sighed and stood up to go to the bathroom. After relieving himself, washing his hands and face, and brushing his teeth, he still couldn't quite calm the itchiness that had nudged its way beneath his skin. 

Sure, he couldn't lie, he absolutely wanted another twenty minute blow job, but that really wasn't the problem. 

Any other guy, and hell, even half the girls that came to mind, didn't seem like they'd be able to scratch the itch he now had. 

Why did I let him do that? 

Grim reached up as he thought that and scratched the back of his neck as he scowled into the mirror. 

Why did I let any of this happen? 

The sound of coughing immediately stole his attention away from his self-loathing and drew him back into his room with a cup of warm water. 

He made sure that Ian drank it all, then helped him to the bathroom to relieve himself before they worked together to get his hands washed, then back to bed. 

To his surprise, he wasn't sweating nearly as much as he had earlier. 

"Do you want anything before bed time?" he asked quietly as Ian got situated against the pillows, much more mobile then he had been earlier. 

"Could I have some more soup? I think I can keep it down now," he rasped, his voice quiet but audible. 

"Of course, I'll go warm some up for you," Grim said without a second's hesitation as he hurried from the room to do just that. 

He picked through several of the leftover containers with a fork, making sure that he added some soft vegetables and a decent helping of noodles, then warmed it all up and brought it back with a spoon. 

As soon as he settled on the edge of the bed and saw Ian reach over with shaky hands, however, he refused to relinquish the spoon and spent the next half hour feeding the grinning man until he couldn't hold his eyes open any longer. 

He'd managed to finish most of the soup, leaving only a little broth at the bottom of the bowl. 

For his effort, and since he was now out cold, Grim leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead, then stuck his tongue out. 

There's your thanks for the amazing blowjob. 

He knew that he wasn't being very fair, but he also didn't want to tease Ian too much. Especially not when he was sick. 

At least not while he was sick.

With a content grin, Grim set aside the mostly-empty bowl, then slid from the bed into his makeshift one on the floor. 

He ended up sleeping much longer than intended, and when he awoke the next day, it was to the smell of something sweet cooking. 

Stretching beneath his blanket, Grim waited a bit, then heard footsteps approach before something was set down on the carpet about a foot or so away from him. 

When he felt Ian gently pat his hair, then walk away and start the shower a minute later, Grim finally opened his eyes. 

Oh?

Pushing himself up onto one elbow, he looked over the plate, unable to keep from smiling. 

The banana pancakes looked absolutely terrible. Like he'd tried to flip them too early and they'd just fallen apart in the pan, but Ian somehow managed to recover them enough to finish cooking them through. 

Reaching forward, he picked up the fork on the side of the plate and cut himself a piece, then dipped it into the maple syrup Ian had put in a little ceramic container on the side. 

When it finally made it to his mouth, his eyebrows went up. 

That's not bad at all. 

He honestly hadn't thought that the guy could cook all that well since he'd said as much before, but Grim didn't hesitate to straighten up, then set the big plate in his lap and go to town on his breakfast, pleasantly surprised by the man's skill. 

Sure, he'd probably just copied a recipe he'd found online, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. 

As he leaned back against his bed, chewing in silence, Grim couldn't help but ponder a few things. Mainly, that he had to make sure Ian begin eating more protein now that he'd likely recovered from his sickness. He also wanted to ask him if he'd be interested in learning how to cook, because he was always willing to teach someone who was willing to learn, and he'd gladly help Ian for free.  

As for the last thing weighing on his mind...

Grim shoved a big bite of pancake into his mouth, a pout on his face.

Fuck, I want his mouth back around my dick.