Bun

Someone had to be first. With everything going around this time of year, it only made sense something would hit their office eventually... Pim just isn't sure why he had to go down first. He always washed his hands, took vitamins, stayed up to date on his shots... But the tell tale burn in his throat and tired ache in his bones greeted him that morning regardless. He'd at least try to keep his germs to himself, pulling out a pink and purple tie-dye patterned mask from his work bag. He braced himself for what Charlie would say. His boyfriend was not above teasing him at work, pushing his buttons seemingly one of his love languages. The larger critter just stuttered upon seeing him, a faint blush and mystified expression painting his face.

"Pim, you're sick? Why didn't you text me dude."

"And say what, 'Hey, I'm a little sick, see you in an hour?' 's not a big deal."

Charlie huffed, picking at the skin of his thumb. Almost pouting. Pim usually told him everything, texted him every morning. Now it makes sense why his phone had been devoid of notifications.

"W-well... what's with the mask? Not that it isn't, like, cute... course you would have one like that."

"Did you miss the 'sick' part of my sentence, Charlie? I'm trying not to be rude. Nobody wants my germs." He sighed, propping his head on his hands. Charlie scooched closer to Pim at the table. His voice was low.

"Yeah I guess.... don't wanna piss Allan off. He gets pretty freaked about germs."

Charlie stared at Pim, noting the tired look in his eyes. He looked a little pale but otherwise not too bad. Probably because the mask obscured half of his face, but he still had the energy to sass the larger critter. A shiver ran through him as he gasped and ducked into his elbow, silently stifling a sneeze, even with all the layers blocking it from the air.

"Bless you... Are you sure you should be here? Also how many times have I told you to let them out dude. You got a mask on and everything, you don't need to squash 'em like that"

Charlie could see the blush even over the sides of Pim's mask, his eyes darting around to avoid eye contact. Was it the blessing? Did his own sneezing get him all hot 'n bothered too? Charlie was still figuring out how this worked... He loved all the little details that got Pim's nerve in a twist. He vowed to pay more attention that day and sherlock his way to an answer.

"Can you guys stop flirt-ing in the breakroom? Mr. Boss has called for you." Allan took a look at Pim and dug in his own bag, pulling out his own mask. Pim smiled sheepishly, even though nobody could see it.

"I'll keep my germs to myself Allan, no worries. Th-thank you, by the way. We'll head right over."

Allan muttered to himself as he adjusted the bendy bridge of the fabric.

"You might... but he won't."

He let it slide, too occupied with the heavy feeling in his head to decipher exactly what that meant. Charlie was too locked in on Pim to even hear it.

The tiny squished sneezes came more often as the day wore on. At one point, either becoming too powerful to contain or his body too tired to oppose, blasting through his nose and spattering the inside of his mask. The look of shock in his eyes and the soupy sniffles were enough to confirm it.

"S-sorry Sir... Friend.... Where's the restroomb?" The high pitched edge to his voice, even through the congestion and slight hoarseness, reminded Charlie of a few times back at his apartment. The nervous rush of arousal making Pim shiver and giggle, his nerve twitching like it did now as he shuffled off to the bathroom sniffling. The larger critter couldn't help himself. He yelled to Pim's back.

"Bless you!"

His nerve twitched, shooting straight, his shoulders locked up, pace quickening. Yep. This was doing something for the little critter.... Charlie felt his own cock thicken up in his jeans. This kink of Pim's was surprisingly... exciting. Primal and messy... desperate. He was brought back to earth by the critter they'd been sent to help, impatiently holding a bowling ball.

"Hey man can you hurry up? I need to throw this fucking ball and it's your turn."

Jesus christ, he forgot completely where they were and what they were doing. He couldn't tear his thoughts away from Pim's sensitive nose and worsening condition... He would bet the rest of his body was sensitive too. He had to make this fucker smile so he could do something about it. He shot a straight gutterball, his eyes unfocused. The other critter slamming the ball like a basketball into the lane, cheering with victory as the staff ran towards them. That's not... But he definitely smiled? That's a job well done, in Charlie's opinion. He rushed off to the restroom as their client was apprehended.

"Hey Pim? You in here?"

"*snddfff *snff* Ummb... yes?"

"We're uh... we're good to go. He smiled. Also I think he's gonna get arrested so we should probably dip." The stall door slammed open, Pim's bare face flushed and red around the edges. He had a large clump of toilet paper in his hand, Charlie wondered if he'd released more desperate sneezes into it that only the walls had gotten to hear... He felt weirdly jealous.

"Wh-What! Charlie, I left you alonde for like... two seconds? what happened?!"

"Slammed the bowling ball into the lane, he smiled though... sooo....." Charlie saw Pim's wet mask discarded in the bin, trying to ignore the thoughts that plagued his brain. What was Pim doing to him, man... Maybe more than germs and stds were contagious. Pim fumbled in his pocket for a fresh face covering but Charlie lunged closer, grabbing his hand. He leaned down kissing the smaller critter fervorously, pressing him up against the sink. Pim softened into the touch before stiffening and abruptly pushing Charlie away.

"Charlie, ndo-I don'dt..... You're gonna get sick!"

"Sounds hot. Bet you'd like that."

"Charlie!!" Pim smacked his hand, but his wild eyes and flustered expression betrayed him.

"I need you so bad. We can... let's go. Back to my place. Or your place, I don't care."

"What's gottend indto you Charlie? What happened?" Pim looked up at him, the confusion and arousal in his face sending fire through Charlie's veins.

"You're getting into my head man, lemme take you home and take care of you." He grabbed his hand, dragging him back to the car, past the altercation in the lobby.

Oh he was gonna take care of him alright.

Of course Charlie couldn't drive though, so he just had to watch Pim at the wheel and chew on his lower lip. Watching his breath hitch and his eyes get misty as he fought to keep his eyes on the road. His iron grip on control no match against the forced vulnerability of the virus making a home in his head. He was powerless against it... Charlie watched his chest heave. Each movement felt oddly sensual. He reached out to touch Pim's thigh, hungry for some form of physical contact. The touch broke his concentration. He snapped forward at the waist, painting the steering wheel and dashboard in spray.

"Heh!'TSCHIEWW! Oh crap." He sniffled eratically, but Charlie could still see the snot glistening above his lips, dripping slow and heavy. He reached across Charlie to pop the glove compartment and grab some napkins, nose dripping dangerously above Charlie's crotch. He found them, even with his eyes on the road, and used one hand to mop at his face. Charlie hoped God was understanding.

"Bless you.... A big one, huh?" He tried to sound cocky but he was breathless, the heat in his pants distracting and pulsating, feeling far too tight. Pim looked equally frazzled. Almost feverish.

"Charlie, I ndeed you to shut up before I crash this car and kill us both."

"Heard."

Charlie followed Pim up to his apartment in a daze, his brain only focused on what was gonna happen once the door closed and he got him alone. He couldn't decide what he wanted to do more, bundle him up and kiss his forehead or rail him into the next morning. Both sounded incredible right about now... There was a palpable squeezing pressure in his chest and further down....He wondered if this is how Pim felt when Charlie was in the throes of nasal despair. The smaller critter unlocked his door with urgency, slamming it shut behind them and tugging Charlie's hoodie strings down for a sloppy kiss. It was short lived, even as they moved fast grabbing eachother and kicking off their shoes, Charlie slid down the wall to the floor for a better angle, Pim's fingers already finding their way inside Charlie's waistband. His body shuddered between Charlie's legs as the tickle played with him once more. Charlie watched as the itch waxed and waned, the poor little critter stuck gasping and squinting, tears and snot dribbling from his face, his teeth bared. It must have abated, judging by the frustrated arch of his eyebrow and rapid sniffles. He scrubbed at his nose, hard with his palm, his frustrated little groan sounding more like a needy whine. He put the same hand against Charlie's arm and he could feel the sticky wetness. Surely it's likelihood to cum was what was making his heart beat so fast....

He pulled Pim against him to kiss and nip at his neck, relishing in the hitchy moans that escaped him. His voice was going, crackling at the edges. Nose stuffed up like a dam fit to burst, dripping through the cracks. Charlie suddenly remembered something.

"Pim...where's... where's the little tool...The little plastic bit you used... on me last time." Pim's body went shock straight in Charlie's arms, clearly surprised by the suggestion.

"F-for what?!"

Charlie bit off a moan. He loved seeing Pim get flustered.

"Wanna give you some relief.... get some pretty sneezes out of you. It's my turn to watch."

Pim squeaked, triggering a mucky sounding cough. He covered his face in embarassment but still directed Charlie to the location of the clothes tag.

"First drawer... kitchend..."

Charlie clumsily lifted himself off of the floor and slid to the kitchen. That goddamn thing was so small, probably hard to find in a messy drawer... but he knew from experience it was the best tool for the job. Thankfully he found it quickly, walking over and grabbing Pim from where he still sat by the door, scooping him up and dropping him softly on the bed. He looked up at Charlie with hungry watery eyes, shrugging off his button up shirt and kicking off his pants. His tight little white boxers were already soaked.... God. Thank God. Thank God he was just as turned on as Charlie was. He hitched again, his eyelids falling over his mismatched eyes and eyebrows tensing up, but it was just teasing again. Charlie practically ripped his shirt off, jumping in the bed and fixing Pim into his lap so that the little critter was straddling him. He looked down at Charlie, sniffling to keep his nose from dripping onto the other's bare chest.

"Ch-Charlie... are you sure? I mbight.... mbake a mbess." He could feel Pim press his wetness into his soft stomach, right into the curve above his cock, as he said those words, aching for more pressure. Charlie felt like he could probably cum hands free, just here with Pim's pressure where it was, but the fun had just begun. He took a deep breath, willing the blood back up to his brain.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Pim. But you gotta promise me to let them out, okay? I wanna.... I wanna see your face... the whole time."

He slid the clothes tag up, dancing around the tender edges of Pim's nose, watching him twitch with need.

"I pro-Hih! I prombis-ssss hehh!" It barely touched the inside of the smaller critter's nostril before he succumbed to the irritation, his palms planted on Charlie's stomach to keep his balance and give him a little more leverage to keep grinding down against Charlie as the sneezes burst out of him.

"H'KSSSHHIEW! Hah! hngg! hhah'TSSHHIEWW! Oh mby *sndff*- 'TSHHHIEW!" He was dripping now, snot billowing between panted breaths as it stretched to form pools on Charlie's chest. His nose red and still twitching, solely from the contents dripping out of it, aggravating the already sensitive area. He buckled forward again without any help from the clothes tag.

"H'TSSCHIEWW!"

"God Bless you Pim..." Charlie tried to control his voice to not let on how hard he was. He was sure his own wetness was staining the bed, but they'd deal with that later.

"You're doing s-so good for me.... Getting it all out." Pim rutted against him, whining and sniffling fruitlessly, the action only making him cough.

"Mb.... so gross...."

"Hey, no."

Charlie lifted his head with the hand holding the instrument of torture to force eye contact. Making the smaller critter look at him dead on. He looked so angelic, flushed and hazy eyed, pink and so soft and wet atop his chest...

"You're so beautiful.... giving me your cold. Let me take care of you. Then I'll give you a reward for being such a good boy." Pim moaned, angling his head to give Charlie the go-ahead to prod in his nose once more. Neither of them sure how much more of this they could survive. The tickles and the sickness and the arousal had Pim so sensitive to every touch, a bundle of exposed nerve endings. Charlie only had to tap the inside of Pim's septum before he was jerking forward again, waves of spray and snot coating the hair on Charlie's chest. It was incredible, watching Pim be completely taken over by the fit, at the mercy of his own nose.

"HH'KSHH! KSHH-KSHH!HAHH'TSHHIEWW!!"

"Bless you bless you bless you.... Oh wow. That felt good huh?" Charlie grabbed his discarded tshirt to wipe at Pim's face gently, the force of the fit so strong that mess had made it all the way to his cheek, tethered there in a glistening rope. He wasn't as gentle wiping his own stomach, so that he could flip their positions and put Pim on his back. The smaller critter helped Charlie with shaking fingers to remove his soaked underwear, grabbing the tshirt to blow his nose heartily. The vibration triggered another sneeze, this one small and tired into the drenched fabric.

"H'tsshiew! *snff*"

"Oh bless you..." He was being so tender.... so unlike his usual brash self. Pim in this vulnerable of a position was unlocking something deep within him, something strong and possessive. He used two fingers to massage Pim's clit, bringing forth a congested whimper. He slid one finger inside, more than enough for the small critter, and lowered his mouth to Pim's pussy. It dripped almost as much as his nose had, pink and sensitive in a similar fashion as well.... It made sense, sneezing as a sexual act. To Charlie, the parallels became clear, though at first it had seemed entirely disconnected. Now, seeing Pim like this, he understood.

He lapped at Pim's pussy, spreading his tongue wide to envelope it completely, then diving deeper to focus on the sweet spot. He smelled so sweet, up close like this. Sickly sweet in a pleasant way. Pim's breaths quickened, peppered with moans of Charlie's name as he came hard, gripping the blankets with white knuckles. Charlie fingered himself as he watched Pim come down, knowing it wouldn't take much after the show he'd recieved. They shook against eachother, the only sounds of the room heavy breathing and quiet sniffles. Charlie flopped on the clean side of the bed, pulling Pim on top of him to lay on his stomach as he rubbed his back. All the energy completely drained from the little critter, just a tired sack of sickness. He still sighed happily into Charlie's chest though, nuzzling into it.

"Hey... Pim."

"Yeah?"

"I think I caught your kink, man."

Pim giggled, a hoarse tiny little sound muffled into Charlie's plush pecs.

"You're gonnda catch mby cold too. Sorry."

"Guess I gotta find a mask big enough for my big stupid nose."

"'s okay Charlie..." Pim yawned.

"Hey Bro, let me in."

Charlie had his phone on speaker, standing outside of Pim's apartment complex. He lived in one of those buildings that had a functioning buzzer, rare to find in the city. Charlie's key to his building looked like it had been hit by a bus or forged in a basement out of tin cans, so the buzzer was pretty upscale. For some reason it made sense for Pim to live in a nicer, semi-well maintained building. Still old with musty carpets in the hallways, but it had charm.

"That's what the buzzer is for Charlie, remember? you don't have to call me and press it."

"Dude, you know I don't understand this shit just let me in."

The phone line went dead as the buzzer clicked the lock on the door, allowing it to be opened from the outside. Thank God Pim only lived on the second floor because the vintage building had no elevator.

Pim had set everything up nice, deep cleaning for Charlie's arrival. Charlie wasn't one to notice if the floors were swept and mopped, but Pim felt he was worth the extra attention regardless. It was always so nice to have Charlie all to himself, cuddled up next to him on his couch watching some silly movie. It had gone unspoken, whatever it was that they shared. Teasing flirtation and lingering touches. A few late nights spent....getting aquainted with eachother. It didn't need a label, Charlie still showed up religiously every friday night, calling Pim from outside. The door was always unlocked but he always knocked three times. Pim loved the domestic nature of it all, memorizing their little routine. He opened the door, smiling up at Charlie. The larger critter chose a well broken in flannel cuffed to elbows, oranges and browns overlapping in frayed lines, perfect for the slight chill outside. Pim felt underdressed in a graphic tee he'd worn to run around tidying up, as silly as that was. Charlie just looked so handsome in everything.

"Dude is that a my chemical romance shirt?"

"Ummm Yeah? So?"

"Didn't know you were emo, guess I can still learn things about you."

"Charlie I'm not 'emo', they're a critically acclaimed Alternative Rock band."

"It's okay to be emo, you don't gotta get defensive..."

Charlie playfully petted Pim's head as he strolled inside, taking his shoes off by the door and running over to plop down on the couch. He went to drop his phone on the side table but hesitated. A large bouquet sat on the top, orange speckled lillies dipping low, pollen drenched stamen still bobbing with the force of Charlie jumping down next to it.

As soon as he noticed, his face started to tingle.

"Uhh Pim? What's with the flowers?"

"Oh Charlie, aren't they beautiful? I thought... M-maybe they'd be nice, since you were coming over."

He can't say anyone had ever bought flowers for him. Of course they had to be lillies though, the strong scent making his eyes water. He didn't want to ruin the thoughtful gesture just yet.

"Yeah... they're awesome... that's real ni-hhhh-n-nice of you Pim."

He pressed hard into his septum, eyeing the bouquet. He should've just said something, seeing as his nose was going to start telling on him any second now.

Pim came to the couch offering snacks, offloading a few bags of their favorite chips on the coffee table and tossing a cherry coke into Charlie's lap.

"I wanna see that new scary movie Charlie... The one... I can't remember... You- are you alright?"

Pim caught sight of his hazy expression, eyebrows twisted up and mouth agape. He stuttered before snapping forward into the cuff of his shirt.

"Gonna.. sn-hehh-heeze Heh!!.. H'DDSZZCHHH-...'DSZZCHHOO! excuse me, heavens."

The smaller critter stiffened, a shiver running all the way through him to his nerve, shocking it straight up. It took a moment before he remembered what to say.

"B-bless you Charlie."

"Sorry... uhhh the horror movie..." Charlie tapped his chin, sniffling a bit. Mismatched eyes followed his every movement.

"I think it was... it looked shitty right? Like 'heart' something. It was on here somewhere, I can find it." Charlie scrolled on the TV with one hand, absent-mindedly rubbing at his nose with the other. He wiped a palm all the way up to the tip, sniffing hard. Pim felt all his blood go south.

"Heart Eyes! See, told you I could find it. Sit down man, I need my movie buddy." He scrambled up onto the couch, hopeful that Charlie wouldn't notice his flushed face. The movie should do a good job at distracting both of them and moving the blood flow back to Pim's head so he could think clearly. He curled up against Charlie's side, forcing his eyes on the screen.

Whatever was bothering Charlie refused to let up, seemingly getting worse as time went on. Pim was alert to every wavering breath and small reserved sniffle. He felt Charlie's stomach expand as took a deep jagged inhale. Pim braced, at least this time knowing exactly what was coming.

"Hh-Hheh! HEH'DSZZCHH-CHH-CHH-CHHAH!! Lord jesus *SNFF* Sorry bout that Pimb." He was trying to stifle them, the action forcing him into rapid tickly fits that toppled out on top of eachother. Congestion was building behind his speech. Pim wanted to sink into the couch, but he cared too much about Charlie to not care for him.

"B-bless you again, Charlie... a-are you okay?" He was rubbing at his nose, making wet squelching noises as he fought with the itch overwhelming his face.

"Yeah I'mb fide... I'mb just. Kind of allergic to lillies. Really ndice of you to get mbe flowers though. You have ady tissues?" Charlie glanced down at the small critter, wiping wetness down his arm. He was struck by the expression on Pim's face, beet red and.....familiar. Frazzled excitement, eyes wild. He was turned on? Right now?

"Pimb... are you-?"

"Yep, tissues!! I'll get some!!" He practically catapulted off of the couch, shaking the lillies once again, to run to the kitchen and away from the heat of the awkward situation unfolding on the couch. There wasn't anywhere to run though, really, in his own apartment and with pollen once again peppering the air and invading Charlie's sensitive airways. He heard stuttering gasps from behind him, grabbing the box and slinking back over. Pim couldn't resist... he wanted to - NEEDED to see Charlie succumb to the tickle again.

Charlie hitched, a hand held out awkwardly in the air waiting for the sneezes to come. It was teasing him, making him cry. He tried to blink away the moisture, catching Pim staring at him. The lustful focused look in his eyes clear as day. Ohhhhh.... Charlie would peace these thoughts together once his nose didn't feel like it was going to explode. He jerked into his hand with a few fittish stifles, but the tickle had other plans, refusing to be ignored.

"HhHH!! H'DSZCHH-CCHH-CHH-CHH- Hehh! H'DSSZCHHOOO!!" He sniffled into his hand, trying to contain the mess from that last sneeze that threatened to drip through the gaps in his fingers.

"Hey earth to Pimb, I'b ind dire ndeed."

Pim shook himself out of the haze of arousal, using autopilot to walk over to Charlie and hand him the box. Charlie studied his face as he grabbed a tissue and blew his nose hard. Pim's nerve twitched, syncing up with a twitch in his eye, his face completely flushed. Charlie sniffled tentatively, noting the shiver that ran down Pim's spine at the sound.

"Pim, are you like, turned on right now?"

"N- What? N-no! That's.... No of course not! Why would you even ask!?"

"No dude you're totally horny. I can tell, I've seen you horny before. Your little hair thing goes like this." Charlie twitched his finger, then stretching it up straight. Pim hid his face in embarassment.

"No, Charlie... I'm not 'horny' that's... that's gross. Can we j-just... watch the movie?"

"Oh yeah sure... you wouldn't mind then, if I did this?" The larger critter pulled a lily from the vase, hesitating before dipping his nose into the petals. He relished in the way Pim rushed toward him, trying to slap it out of his hand, practically on his lap now. He succeeded in removing the allergen, but not until after Charlie had gotten a strong whiff of the scent, bits of pollen blending into the yellow of his large nose.

"Oh g-gosh... Charlie that's.... a bad idea."

"You mean gr-hghhk!.." The tickle slapped him in the face, stealing the breath straight from his lungs. He gasped, Pim's weight shifting to his side, grabbing his arm tightly. Okay maybe sniffing it directly was a bit much.... but clearly Pim was enjoying it, judging by his iron grip.

"Agh fugk..... Hhh! hhh! Hheh!!.... ss-so itcchh-y oh-hHEH'DSSZCHHUU! HHEH'DSSZZSCHU-CHH-CHH-CHH-CHHUU! Ouch"

Spray dotted the vase, the petals of the intact flowers, the armrest recieving the brunt of it. Even though he was done for the moment, Charlie's face still looked stuck. Itchy purgatory, fully exposed.

Pim was buzzing, electricity in the air. Charlie could feel his little hands sweat and twitch. The smaller critter swallowed, attempting to hold back the breathy desire that weaved through his chest.

"Bless you...." It came out as a squeaky whisper. Not smooth or nonchalant at all.

"Thandks *sNFFF* Wow I'mb really allergic to those. It still ti-hhhickles." Charlie huffed, egging on his hitching breaths for dramatic effect. He pulled Pim into his lap, noting the way his legs squeezed against eachother. He kissed Pim's neck, snuffling in his ear.

"Thindk I mbight sndeeze againd... Hhh! Hope you don'dt .. hhahh! Mbind!" Pim's hand snaked up behind Charlie's head pushing his nose into the gap between his head and shoulder to aim the incoming fit. Kinky... who was Charlie to deny Pim what he wanted?

A single sniff was all it took to set him off, muffling each harsh sneeze into Pim's neck, shuddering against him as Pim blessed him through shaky breaths.

"HHH'DZZSCHUU!!! Hah- hhaha- H'DSZZZCHUU' DZSSCHHUU! *snddff* You like that? Mbe sndeezi'g all over you? I bet that's why you bought those flowers..."

"N-n-no!! I didn't-bless you!"

Charlie pulled back to prod at his dripping nose with the collar of his flannel, looking at Pim with watery eyes and a knowing smirk. Pim couldn't take it anymore, yanking the other in for a deep kiss. Charlie puffed congested breaths against Pim's cheeks, unable to breath through his nose but still desperate to taste the other. His little moans were so cute, so worked up. He had to push Pim away so he could blow his nose, the vibration setting off another sneeze.

"H'DSZCHH! Oh man. I don'dt thidk I believe you.....ughhhh mby ears are itchy."

"Poor Charlie... I might.. umm I might have an allergy pill!"

"Ndahhhh I'mb good. Thindk I'mb just gonnda ride it out." He winked at Pim.

"You should prolly mbove the-"

"Move the flowers, yep, moving them now."