#heith

This sucked so much.

A large, comforting hand rubbed up and down his back, making him curl into it smally.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay, Keith! Please don't cough too hard..." The way he kept checking Keith's forehead was telling that he was more axious than what he led on, but he was obviously trying to keep it together for Keith.

With a groan, he looked up at his boyfriend's obviously concerned face. "Hunk, I'm not dying," He broke off into more coughs then sniffled "I'm just sick..." Seriously. The last thing he wanted was Hunk working himself to sickness too.

A small, strangled sound died in Hunk's throat as he carefully looked his boyfriend over. Gosh, he wasn't used to this. Keith was normally so tough and headstrong-- now he looked like one of those cute sad cats in the shelter he used to take care of when he was a kid! He still remembered this one that particulary reminded him of Keith. It was black with big eyes and super fiesty until you got it to trust you and then he'd snuggle with you all day.

Yeah, he missed that little guy.

"I know, I know. But God man-- seeing you sick is really freakin' me out, dude!" It wasn't his fault he loved his boyfriend so much and the meer thought of him having a sore throat made him stressed out.

Keith sighed and said in a more tired, exasperated voice, "Hunk, I'm fine. Please." Everything hurt and he really just wanted his boyfriend.

At first, Hunk was going to protest. "But you're--" Then he took one look at his boyfriend's pitiful face and faltered. This isn't what Keith needs right now. "O-okay. Sorry."

Relief washed over Keith's face and he relaxed a bit into the sheets, "'s fine..." He coughed a bit more and felt his empty stomach flip.

Hunk frowned and put a large, gentle hand on Keith's stomach. He started rubbing circles and watched as Keith slowly eased into it, his etched eyebrows relaxing a bit.

"Thanks..." He murmured quietly and gripped Hunk's in a secure hold as his hand continued soothing his bloated stomach.

Hunk nearly exploded. That was soooo cute! He really was like Domino (aka: secretly cute shelter cat). They both acted so tough but secretly they were the cuddliest and no one ever believed him.

They stayed like that for a little bit until Keith's stomach audibly growled.

Well, that just won't stand by Hunk.

"Awe, man. You sound really hungry, do you want me to make you some soup, buddy?" He cooed over him.

Keith thought about it for a second, "Yeah, that sounds good, thanks." He didn't seem to mind Hunk's cooing too much, whereas he hated it when Lance cooed at him. Though, Lance usually did it in a mock.

He gave a big grin and placed a smooch on Keith's forehead, the other's lips twitching up into a smile. "I'll be right back! Lemme go make some and you'll be feeling a lot better!"

"Glad to hear, thanks Hunk," He tugged the blankets up, replacing the warmth where Hunk's hand used to be before giving his boyfriend an adoring look. "And thanks... for taking care of me. It's kinda nice," His voice came out timid, maybe even bashful, which only served to make Hunk's own face pink.

"Gawh! Of course! Thank you for trusting me," He bit his lip. He wanted to say more oh so badly. But he was worried if he did and made a big deal out of it then Keith would get all closed off again so he reframed.

This trust was a delicate thing.

Keith snuggled into the sheets and started dozing off. Hunk carded his fingers through his hair with a large smile. Gosh he wouldn't mind taking care of Keith everyday.

Soon, he left the bedroom and let Keith rest while he cooked.

As the soup and purple broth boiled, Hunk kept thinking of their future together.