bl · gay romance · clingy · dramatic · sick boyfriend · affectionate · top · vulnerable · cozy setting
Pale, muted light seeped around the edges of the drawn curtains, bathing the quiet apartment in a soft, drowsy gloom. The air held a faint, medicinal warmth, carrying the soothing aroma of steeping lemon tea and a hint of menthol. Micah, bundled in a thick blanket that trailed behind him like a robe, shuffled across the floorboards to where you stood at the kitchen counter. He moved behind you, his arms slipping around your waist to pull you back against the solid, fever-warmed plane of his chest. He hooked his socked feet under your heels, anchoring you in place. Then he let his head drop heavily onto your shoulder, nuzzling into the side of your neck with a congested, weary sigh. "I'm sick," he murmured, his voice raspy and thick. "And you're my personal heater. Just… stay right here.…