It was one of my posts, actually! But I just added more... Details.
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Thinking about a sickie (A) being intentionally gross to 'piss off' their rival, who they do not know has the kink (B)... I'm obsessed with Enemies AND lovers; I apologize.
A blowing their nose right in front of B, seeing their jaw lock, thinking—Take that, you stuck-up prick. And B thinking, OH GODS, I'M HORNY RIGHT NOW.
B has a very pristine and upper-class style to them; you'd assume they're a germophobe... They are the very opposite of that.
But what if B has a horrible immune system and woke up with A's illness the next day? 👀 A catches sight of the other during breakfast, laughing at them for catching it. Although it does fill them with... excitement? The thought of the pristine and clean rival catching something from him was quite enjoyable.
That night, they're at a party. On opposite ends of the room, they try to 'get it on', but eventually find that they're too tired to do anything. They walk onto the deck outside, lock eyes — and talk.
They still 'hate' each other, yes - but there's some tension in the air.
They drink, they smoke, and at some point during the night, they retreat to B's dorm. They're still quite snarky and aggressive, but it's quite clear that they're fond of each other.
They go to sleep on opposite sides of the same bed.
The clock reads 11:04 pm.
Around 2:35 am, A is woken up by the sound of B coughing- it was so fucking loud, why?—They were facing each other. At some point during the night, they'd moved close. Their bodies just barely touching, their noses inches away.
Too tired to put up the usual aggressive performance, A rubs B's back.
"You alright?"
"I'm fine, I—kff! I'm alright."
Soon after, A broke off into their own fit, and B ran a comforting hand through their hair. B passed over a glass of water that they'd drunk from earlier that night, and A took a sip, passing it back. B took a sip as well.
A croaked out, "Jesus, I'm starving..." B wiped at their mouth before responding, "... Mm, I could go for something. Would you like Chinese?" A thought for a bit, "Sure, yeah."
When the food arrived, they didn't bother to get up and grab a second pair of utensils; they passed the same chopsticks back and forth.
They'd put on some shitty show a bit after they'd finished eating; it was hard to fall asleep. They kept accidentally sneezing and coughing onto each other; they'd shared a tissue after the box ran out, and they shared a blanket.
"Fuck, dude. We're gross as shit."
Would also like to mention that I've been imagining my two Fraternity ocs, Chance (A) and Neal (B) . . .