Hiroki lay, uncomfortably cold, beneath the mounds of blankets continuously being piled on top of him as he attempted to relax his aching muscles on the warm, comfortable bed. It did a lot to make his body feel better, and the dimmed, seasonally scented room relaxed his exhausted mind; but it didn't feel complete without Nowaki beside him- embracing and loving him. He hoped Nowaki wouldn't be much longer with obsessively lighting candles, piling blankets, switching around on the T.V and making hot drinks (and between these activities tidying their once messy, but now spotless, double bedroom). He just wanted Nowaki beside him now. But he wasn't going to ask for anything from his lover- his resiliently stubborn frame of mind would not allow it, not when Nowaki had and was doing so much for him to ensure his comfort.

Then as Nowaki came in with yet more blankets, mugs and who knows what else, he looked casually towards the curtains, and then appeared to experience some kind of remembrance.

'Oh, Hiro-San!' he cried (padding carefully across the room, arms now empty of the items he had previously been holding) -what's he going to do now?, Hiro found himself thinking, as he looked into his lovers warm and cheery face- now especially lit up at this obvious thought.

'Nowaki?' Hiro just managed to enquire with his burning, closed-up throat.

'Look,' Nowaki said proudly, as if he was revealing his latest masterpiece. He then gracefully pulled their heavy, modern curtains aside and revealed-

'Isn't it beautiful, Hiro-San?' Nowaki asks as carefully lowers himself onto the bed- then getting under the mountains of blankets (somehow) and positioning himself to lie beneath his Hiro-San, so as Hiroki was lying on his lap. He then held Nowaki's left hand in his, and drew careful circles around his lover's soft palm- loving the way that Hiro's fingers slowly (and probably sub-consciously) contracted in and out to his loving action.

'Oh…' was all Hiro could manage to say; as he was in a trance watching the beautiful and elegant sight, only mere metres away, through their bedroom window. He saw almost magical and other-worldly ice crystals gently floating past the oh-so-familiar scene of the city he lived in. The intricate beauty of each unique, icy pattern was stunning and the frostily sparkling rooftops across the golden-lit city shined and reflected in his widened eyes; momentarily as big and innocent as a child's.

But he would not let Nowaki know these embarrassingly appreciative thoughts, so he instead he said-

'Baka Nowaki; you're so sappy when it comes to these things!'- which, to Hiroki's frustration, only made his lover quietly chuckle to himself (of course, as usual, seeing right through his Hiro-San's curt reply owing to his lovers – in his opinion- cutely blushing face) as he got up carefully to go and close the curtains again; in order to give the two men some privacy as they relaxed.

He then went to get back on the bed and rest in his previous position; this time slowly stroking in circles soothingly across Hiro's stomach, causing the other man's eyelids to flutter shut and for his lips to part in a sigh of pleasure. As he was doing so he reached for the remote to allow the film to quietly play and then stroked Hiroki's hair behind his ear; so as he could place a tender and gentle kiss on the top of the other man's earlobe.

Meanwhile, once again, Hiroki's short-lived moment of pride had completely melted away to nothing- he happily let himself go and to be swept away as he basked in the bliss of his Nowaki soothing him so lovingly. I love Nowaki more than words could ever say… he thought to himself as his beloved was carefully stroking now through his Hiro-San's hair contentedly as he dozily watched the film. Aah, that feels nice, Hiro thought to himself, loving the sweet, soothing and warming feel of Nowaki's lovers caring fingers gracefully stroking through his hair.

Nowaki's actions were all very mollifying and Hiro felt almost content until he found himself groaning in discomfort-

'Is everything O.K, Hiro-San?' Nowaki's soft voice asks; from just above Hiroki's ear.

'Yes, fine,' Hiro replied untruthfully, as he uncomfortably tried to shift position on Nowaki's lap- the truth was that lying in the same position for so long was making his stiff and now (thanks to the flu) also aching back seize up.

Nowaki saw his Hiro-San's discomfort and placed his arms beneath the other man's armpits to lift him up higher on his lap (of course receiving back the comment 'I'm not a baby, Nowaki!') but even so after this Hiro rested his head against the side of Nowaki's.

'What is it that hurts, Hiro-San?' Nowaki asks gently- loving the sweet way that his Hiro-San rested his head against his. Hiro-San is so kawaii… he found himself thinking as he smiled mischievously to himself; thinking about his lover's usual reaction when he expressed these thoughts out loud.

'I don't want to lie on my back anymore,' Hiroki replied irritably; obviously in pain, judging by his tone of voice.

'It's O.K, Hiro-San. Why don't you twist round onto your stomach? Here,' Nowaki says as he takes his hands off of the other man, thus allowing Hiro to carefully twist round so as he had his head against Nowaki's chest, and his arms were embraced around the taller man's broad shoulders, as he lay on his front on top of Nowaki. Nowaki then proceeded to reach to their bedside table for something (Hiro didn't know- he was far too relaxed and content to want to open his eyes) and then after he heard the sounds of Nowaki rubbing his hands together; it sounded like some sort of oil and smelt somewhat familiar, it smelt of…

The massage oil.

Nowaki placed his lips gently onto Hiro's cinnamon hair, as he slowly and softly pulled Hiro's shirt further up his back; the soothing feel of Nowaki's fingers brushing up his spine causing Hiroki to let out a sigh of breath that he didn't even know he had been holding. Nowaki then placed his large, oily- yet still so pleasurably warm- hands onto the lower-part of his Hiro-San's back that he knew the other man usually had painful knots in.

Hiroki couldn't stop the moan of pleasure from escaping his lips as pleasurably soothing hands expertly massaged into his aching, tensed back- it made his heart melt away as Nowaki filled his muscles and mind with so much soothing pleasure. His lover began by pushing circles into the tight knots with his palms, and then went on to create even more pleasure (How is it even possible? Hiroki thinks to himself) as he begins to knead his knuckles into his Hiro-San's back; causing his relaxed Hiro-San to let go further, and allow himself to groan in satisfaction.

As Hiro basked in the bliss and wonder of the heavenly massage, Nowaki basked in the bliss and wonder of making his lover feel so relaxed and content; Watching Hiro-San being so calmed and soothed is super-adorable…he thought to himself as he now began to push his thumbs up and down Hiroki's back; being careful and precise with the pressure in appropriate areas to make sure that the other man got the maximum indulgence and was soothed by his lover.

'Ahh, Nowaki…' Hiro sighed with pleasure as he embraced, and let himself fall, into the pacifying heaven of the other man who was now working into his lovers previously tensed shoulders. His Nowaki loosened and took away tension from the joints, pushed and rolled his palms into the back and kneaded away the tight, painful muscles from in between the other man's shoulder blades. He smiled to himself, as his Hiro-San's head was rested just on his shoulder, as he heard his lover contentedly let out a sigh and moan in pleasure (which usually, much to Nowaki's displeasure, he would've tried to stifle). This was a rare opportunity so Nowaki had decided to make the most of it.

'Ah, Nowaki, keep…mm…keep doing that… that there,' was all Hiro could manage to come out with as he melted into the glorious and heavenly feel of Nowaki.

'Do you like that, Hiro-San?' Nowaki almost whispers; as the two men's faces were so close together; so close that Nowaki could see every little content and calmed expression on his thankful lovers face, feel the warm breath of his sighs and gasps as he hit certain spots he knew his boyfriend to love. So close that Hiro could see every little responsive smile when he groaned or sighed in content, every little delighted smirk as Nowaki began working on something that knew would make his lover let go of every last little bit of the usually unbreakable pride he permanently seemed to possess.

'Y-yeah…,' his Hiro-San replied in a slur, as cinnamon eyes slowly fluttered shut in pleasure.

Nowaki kissed his lovers feverish forehead as he thought of much cuter Hiro-San was when he was sleepy, and continued to (more gently than before, as he now was intending to lull his lover to sleep rather than relieve the built up tension) knead into Hiroki's back until he heard and felt the other man begin to gradually slow his breathing; until he was sure that his Hiro-San was asleep.

Nowaki was lucky that Hiroki was a deep sleeper because he had to carefully slide himself from under the smaller man's body and then carefully tuck his lover back into the covers; praying that he stayed asleep, because it was much better for him in this ill state considering it provided refuge and a means of rest.

After that he carefully padded across their new and fluffy bedroom carpet- the warm material of it feeling comforting from beneath his bare feet. He decided to silently put out the festively scented burning candles (much to his disappointment, but he didn't really want to wake up to a house fire) and switch off the movie that was persistently playing over again to itself as he had been too preoccupied with his Hiro-San when it had finished for the first time. Thinking of Hiro he looked over to the sleeping form of his boyfriend beneath an endless supply of throw-overs, almost having to stifle himself from squealing out loud at the adorableness of Hiroki's relaxed, sleepy face.

Once he had finished his nightly routine of face-washing, tooth-brushing, tidying and so forth he finally and gladly (as carefully as he could, not wishing to stir his lover) lowered himself onto the bed after having just one more glance out of the window at the still-falling snow.

He made a mental note to take his Hiro-San christmas shopping in the nearest garden centre as soon as he was positively better. Next week, perhaps. These were his last sleepy thoughts as he embraced his shivering Hiroki and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning.

Hiroki awoke, unusually, before his lover. The first sensation he felt was blood rush to his head as he carefully lifted it in confusion; causing senses to momentarily block out everything from the currently peaceful outside world. And then once that had ceased he experienced the awful throbbing- even worse than last night- everywhere around his skull from his temples, to behind his ears, to under his hair.

Hiroki clutched his head as bent over and groaned in pain. He wished Nowaki were awake to go and get him some tablets but the other man was still sound asleep; it was rare that Hiro got to see his lover asleep, because Nowaki was such a light sleeper, so always fell asleep after Hiro and woke up before him. Hiroki guessed, through his hazy and aching mind, that it was the flu that must have caused him to be the first awake on this particular morning- most inconvenient.

He let go of his head and attempted to carefully make his way from under the excessive covers and out of the bed, shivering and shaking like a madman as he was still so cold, but he failed in trying to do so without waking the other man. He saw Nowaki carefully lift his eyelids, look up to him and say-

'Hiro-San?'

'Shh!' Hiroki heard himself say as his trembling hands went up to clutch his head once again- even the slightest of noises, even his own 'ssh' was enough to send the already killing migraine out of control once again. As his eyes were screwed up tight, he was almost made jump, when he felt himself being lifted carefully back onto the bed, by his lover's protective and caressing arms. Once again, he found himself wondering how somebody could be so active first thing in the morning.

He felt himself being propped up against Nowaki's larger and much warmer body as covers were carefully pulled back up on him once again.

'Nowaki, I need medicine,' Hiro seethed through gritted teeth, having a battle with himself to make enough noise to be comprehended at the same time as trying not to make any noise at all.

'Ssh, Hiro-San,' Nowaki said, as he placed his thumbs against his Hiro-San's pounding temples and began to massage away the pain. As he did so his lover began rolled his head towards Nowaki (probably sub-consciously as he was in too much pleasure to notice much of his actions),making it so as Nowaki would keep soothingly massaging into the areas he liked. It was heaven, feeling his lovers fingers so expertly pressing and kneading into his aching scalp and skull- it was one of those moments that he wished he could live in forever.

He vaguely wondered, through his broken-down mind- owing to the illness and the blissful relive of pain he was currently experiencing- how Nowaki could still be so awake and aware of him, at this time in the morning. Ah well, I couldn't care less for wondering at the moment…he thought as big, caring hands began to work into wonderfully relieving the built up tension in the base of his neck and his shoulders.

Just when Hiroki thought he was going to lull of to sleep from the beautifully soothing and calming pain-relieving experience, his Nowaki finished the heavenly work he had been doing, probably noticing how his lovers breathing had begun to cease and deepen. He didn't want Hiro-San falling asleep again- not if he was gong to wake up in so much pain again.

'Does it feel better now, Hiro-San?' Nowaki asks as he wraps his arms around his relaxing beloved, burying his nose into the other man's silky cinnamon locks, enjoying inhaling his lovers scent.

'Mmm…' Hiroki replied, completely forgetting himself. He then felt the taller man carefully getting up from beneath him, and heard intentionally (and unusually) quiet footsteps descend out of the room. Then, a few moments later, he heard Nowaki tentatively pad back into the room, and then felt a cold flannel being pressed to his forehead- probably an attempt at waking him up a little.

In response Hiro opened his eyes and sat up wearily, as the T.V set was turned on for him revealing this morning's news. But instead he looked into the dark inky eyes of the man he loved most in this world, causing a precious smile to form on his lover's lips at the eye contact. I love those eyes, that smile…I can never imagine loving someone ever as much as I love my Nowaki…Hiro fondly thought to himself, as he still basked in the glory of being able to see into those dark pools of wonder he loved so much; his lovers beautiful eyes.

'Do you think you'll be able to keep anything down?' Nowaki then asks lovingly, the two still not breaking eye-contact. Hiroki's eyes are even cuter than usual when they look up to me like that… Nowaki found himself thinking, as his lovers now shining and almost wide-awake cinnamon eyes shined up at him from down on their bed.

'Nah, I feel even more shit than yesterday, so it's not likely,' Hiroki replies, blushing down at his hands; realising how much he had been lovingly staring into his lovers stunning complexion. Who knows what kind of lovey-dovey thoughts are now running through his mind… he thought to himself, watching his thumbs as they twisted around each other, cheeks still coated in a rosy haze.

'O.K, Hiro-San. In that case, do you want another bath?'

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