The Best Cough Medicine

P.O.V. Mikey

“Eww Frank you smell!”

“I’m sick I have a right to smell!”

“Not like that!”

“I always knew you didn’t love me!” He turns away from me, taking most of the blankets with him.

“I do too…C’mon don’t be an ass.”

“Why not? I smell like one.” I look at his motionless form and a wonderful idea occurs to me.

“You know what?” I ask, turning so my head is on his shoulder. I obviously hurt his feelings cause he won’t answer me, but I continue anyways, snaking my arm around him as I speak. “A nice warm bath might help you feel better.”

“You mean smell better.”

“That too, but the steam’s good for your stuffy nose.” I rub his belly in a silent sorry and kiss his fever pink cheek. “C’mon. I’ll rub your back after and then you can take a nap.” He relaxes and accepts my apology, holding my hand and lacing our fingers together.

“I don’t wanna take a nap. I just don’t feel good.”

“We could watch that new movie you got…I bought you some ice cream…”

“Okay…” He says with a sigh. I knew he couldn’t resist to food. Especially cookie dough ice cream, which is the only kind I ever get. “I don’t wanna take a bath though…just a shower.” I smile at him knowingly. He hates baths. Says they’re too boring.

“Okay pumpkin.” I brush a few strands of hair out of his face and kiss his pretty lips, getting poked by his stubble. Oh well if I get sick. I probably will anyway from being around him all the time. I roll off the bed and make my way to the huge bathroom that’s joined to our bedroom as he follows me, his hand still linked with my own.

I start running the water and make sure it’s not too hot or too cold before pulling up the thing to make the water come out of the shower head as he undresses. He takes my hips in his hands, smoothly slipping his fingers under the waistband of my boxers as I fidget with the knobs.

“I knew you’d try to take advantage of me.” I smirk, standing up and leaning back into him as his hands roam under the cloth while slowly pulling them down.

“Can’t help it. And besides, what if I was to pass out in there? I really shouldn’t be alone.”

“Good point.” I say, stepping out of my boxers and into the tub, turning to pull him with me, the hot water instantly soaking us both. Even with the ghostly painless his cold had brought on and the red sleepy looking eyes he’s still beautiful in everyway. My lovely little Frank. I watch the water cascade over his smooth skin and smile before picking up the shampoo and working it through his hair. He rinses out the suds as I washy my own hair and I gently push him out of the water so I can rinse. I watch him as he rubs soap on his wet body and I realize how long it’s been since I’ve gotten off. He’s having difficulties reaching his back so I take the bar from him, soaping up my hands before scrubbing his back. I can’t believe how incredibly horny just touching him is making me. I try to push the thought out of my head but surrender to defeat as my hands slide over his skin.

“Mmmm that feels good.” I skim my hands down his sides, and his fingers link with mine at his waste. I don’t hesitate to let his hand lead mine around his stomach, down…down…down till I can feel his growing erection. I gasp at his hardness and reflexively wrap my fingers around him, his hand now up on the side of my neck. “Please Mikey…” I’m in no position to deny his request and without the conscious thought of doing so I begin slowly moving my hand along his length. He moans, resting his head on my shoulder and his jaw goes slack as I quicken the pace of my hand. I take a couple steps back, so we’re both under the spray of water and connect my lips to his neck, sucking briefly before pressing my teeth into his flesh. His breathing comes heavier, harder, mixed with pants, gasps, moans and little passionate cries and he starts rolling his hips, pressing himself into my hand…and back into me, making me harder with each passing second.

“Like that?” I ask before licking the outer curve of his ear and he shakes his head yes, biting his lip to keep the noise inside. “Moan for me…You sound so pretty when you moan.” He moans like I asked him to. Not fake of pressed like you’d hear in porn but a real moan, one that makes me shudder. He’s a beautiful image of erotica; Wet, noisy sweaty and hot. He starts thrusting into my hand, harder and more frantic, as he comes closer and closer to cumming and I stop my hand to run my thumb over his tip, feeling his body shake.

“Mikey…oh god…ungh…” Oh the noises he makes. Like something sweet that you crave. I could live of them. He reaches out to the side, grabbing on of the little shelf things on the shower wall to prop himself up, knocking the soap over in the process, and he tilts his head forward, watching my hand move over him. “Fuck Mikey…ummm….gonna…ung…cum…” With a hushed cry of my name he cums in my hand, his cum being washed away as his hips slow, giving a final moan before stopping. Breathing heavily he turns around, kissing me hard, teeth and lips in beautiful collision with my own. Strong hands lift my hips to meet his and I find myself pressed quickly against the back wall of the shower. I moan from the press of his lips as he hold me up a little higher, lining up to push into me. No lube, no prep, no nothing, just the water that covers us, and it hurts as he pushes into me but I’ve had worse.

He barely lets me adjust before he starts thrusting into me repeatedly, my legs wrapped tightly around his waste and his hands on my hips, making him go into me further. The force of his thrusts is moving me up and down the wall, the stubble on his chin scratching me as his mouth is still sealed to my own. We pull apart, the water pelting his back, and we’re breathing heavily our foreheads pressed together as we look into each other’s eyes, moaning from the friction. He wraps his arms around me and repositions me, so he’s hitting my prostate with every hard thrust, turning my vision white and shooting fire through my veins. He presses his fingers back into my hips gripping them hard, but ever so gently, using them to add more force to every thrust. Hot mouths collide, trapping the moans that were previously released into the air, and I feel his fingers wrapping around me slowly…Too slowly. I start bucking my hips upwards, trying to get him to move his hand, succeeding in not only that, but coming down on him harder and making the feelings inside me even better. His thrusts become more frequent, urgent, and needy, the pit of my stomach now boiling and my fingertips tingling as they weave through his hair. His cock tenses and throbs inside me and I know he’s just as close as I am. I tighten my grip on his hair and kiss him harder, moaning into his mouth as I cum between our wet bodies, getting it on both of us. The feeling is unexplainable, pure satisfaction. Not even seconds later I can feel the warmth of his orgasm pumping into me, and he grips my hips just that much harder, his moans filling my ears as he leans his head back, water and sweat dripping from his hair. He keeps pressing into me, rolling his hips in small circles, making the pleasure of our climax’s last as long as possible. He’s not someone who does shit the easy way, sick or not, and I love that about him. He presses his lips to mine once more, in a simple gentle kiss before pulling out of me and putting me down.

“I love you beautiful.” I tell him, wrapping my arms around him as the still warm water falls on us, washing away the fluids we just lost.

“I love you too.” His lips press against my forehead, a soothing pleasant and soft feeling. I hope I don’t get sick. “Where’s that ice cream you promised me?” I roll my eyes at him and shut the water off, climbing out and passing him a towel as I wrap myself in one. I go back into the bedroom to get dressed as he starts brushing his teeth. I hear the water running as I run the towel through my hair tossing it into a pile of laundry before throwing on a t-shirt and pair of boxers. I walk back into the bathroom and find him standing in front of the mirror with his towel wrapped around his waist and his face covered in shaving cream. I smile at my beautiful boy and wrap my arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder and neck.

“I’m gonna go put the movie on babe.” I inform him as he continues to drag the razor across his face, taking away the little hairs that had previously been jabbing me in the face.

“Mmm hmm.” He reply’s and I linger around him a bit longer just to be with him before finally heading down the stairs. I let the movie previews run as I head out to the kitchen, pulling down bowls and spoons and getting ice cream n chocolate syrup out of the cupboards and fridge. As I’m spooning out the little chunks of cookie dough I hear him start running down the stairs at a hundred miles an hour.

“Don’t run, you’re sick.”

“Yes mom.” He retorts and I roll my eyes. What a wise ass. He comes out into the kitchen and opens the fridge, shaking his butt to the music in his head, humming something I vaguely recognize.

“What the hell are you doing?” He spines around and shuts the door while continuing to shamelessly shake it like some ghetto-fab black chick.

“Watchya gon’ do wit all dat junk, all dat junk insi’dat trunk? I’ma get get get getch you drunk, getch you drunk right off my humps. My hump my hump my hump. She’s got me spendin, ooh spending all ya money on me, and spendin time on me…” I can’t tell him to stop because I’m laughing too hard.

“You’re fucked up.” I choke out finally, passing him his bowl.

“Nigga please, what’d you know bout good music, ya emo bassist?”

“Last I checked you were an emo guitar player.”

”Bullshit. I’m about as gangsta as it gets bitch.” I laugh at him and push him through the doorway before vocalizing my opinion that he needs psychiatric help.

We snuggle up beside each other on the couch, stuffing mouthful after mouthful of fattening yummy stuff into our mouths and watching Hostage. Frank’s completely devastated when it shows the little boy with blood on him, and I have to admit it brought a couple tears to my eyes.

He starts fidgeting in his seat after a bit and then lays down with his head in my lap. Evidently he’s still uncomfortable and he moves so his whole upper body is across my legs. Still unsatisfied he shifts around on his side and back before crawling into my lap completely and fidgeting uncontrollably, trying to find a comfortable position. It’s rather amusing really.

“You know you are the most uncomfortable person to sit on?” He says, flopping down beside me in defeat.

“Sorry...Lay down and I’ll cuddle you.” He complies; a look of oh-I-just-got-what-I-wanted smeared messily across his face. “I thought you were sick?” I ask, laying behind him and wrapping his small frame in my arms.

”Yea, but I feel much better now.” He says, linking our fingers together as I press a kiss to the bottom of his neck where it curves into his shoulder. “That shower thing really does work.”